My Fathers Lover
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It was then that I caught sight of my mother's face. She had known nothing prior to this moment. That night there was a lot of shouting and crying. My father the shouter, my mother the crier. I longed to go downstairs and comfort her but at my first attempt was roundly told to mind my own business or feel the back of my father's hand. That was your lover, Irene. Was he ever like that with you?
So now my mum knew what was going on. How did that make you feel? Did you experience any notion of betraying another woman? If so, it didn't stop you. In fact your arrogance was staggering, as was evident in your callous indifference to my mother as you dropped my father off in your car on a Sunday lunchtime, in broad daylight, right outside our house, for all to see.
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Often I would stand outside our house and wait for your arrival. I never said a word but you must remember my staring at you. You never met my eyes, did you? When my father got out of your car you never waved, just set off as fast as you could.
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Odd to see a rather frumpy middle-aged woman perform a tyre screech on a suburban street. By the way, did you see me through your mirror flash two fingers at you?
I loved this book. That was your lover, Irene. That's the only attractive Michael's quality. It gave a level of realism and believability to the development of their relationship, and the story more depth. M Portal Corporate Email. Nov 13, ElaineY rated it it was amazing Shelves:
Though it was a relief that you didn't come to my father's funeral, you still haunt my mother's life. Even now at the age of 86 she asks herself why my father seemed to prefer you to her. Unlike me, she's a Christian and believes in heaven. She fears that when she arrives there my father and you will be already coupled up. I've told her that that cannot possibly happen, because in the eyes of God, my mum and dad are married and you have no claim. Good for your dad.
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Look how big her bush is! I look down and consider the scene. Delores, or "Tink," as my mother has dubbed her due to her tiny lithe frame and pixie blond hair, is peering back, her face a disconcerting medley of cancer survivor and Danaan queen.
My Father's Lover - Kindle edition by D. J. Manly. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. Use features like bookmarks, note. You might be surprised to hear from me. After all, it is 25 years since we communicated. I warned you by letter in the most forceful tones, that if.
What do I do? If I throw them out, my dad will know I found them because they'll be missing. Or my mom is gonna ask me where the pictures are and if I say they're not ready she'll say I want to speak to them and then they're gonna say, 'We just handed them to your daughter and She isn't gonna ask them about it. And chances are it won't be the same people when your dad comes and they won't know you picked them up. They'll think they lost them or something.
Just throw them out. I glance around, madly looking for a trash can. I spot one behind the pharmacy counter but before I walk over, my mother spots me from the end of the aisle. Stephanie gives me a wild look, shaking her head, lips pinched tight. My stomach drops and I kick it along the floor until I reach my mother.
I scoop it up and follow her out of the store with Stephanie tugging on my arm as we walk.
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I tell Stephanie she can have the front seat. I climb in the back and my mother starts the car, but leaves the emergency brake on. Why did they give you Spencer's photographs -- and why didn't you just give them back? And before I know it, I'm handing them over, a deaf dumb child, sick with dread.
I want to tear them from her hands, I want to scratch out her eyes, I want to break all the windows in the car. And also, I want to laugh. Stephanie has her saucer eyes round, her tiny tan face profiled against the sidewalk as she looks out the window, willing herself into a corn field. You're old enough to understand this sort of thing. And god knows you're naked plenty. It's embarrassing and I wish neither of us had seen it but.
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We all laugh darkly. And I admire her and think how noble, how calm, how stoic; the waning light is lifting my spirits and I'm singing along. Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. I'm here to pick up some photos? They must have given me the wrong ones. If they lost them, I swear to God And then I see it. My father's girlfriend's vagina. Splayed across a flowered bedspread.
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I hafta throw them out. You got your pictures? Her thick brown hair falls over her face as she begins looking through them.