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Of course my family played games at Christmas- I think one year we played dominos.
I don’t know who thought it would be more fun to set them up in patterns and knock them over, but I’m pretty sure nobody knew how to play them anyway.
If they did, they weren’t sharing that info.
We also played checkers
We’d cheat like crazy and it was fun. In fact if you didn’t cheat and make it amusing nobody wanted to play you. I mean, come on it was checkers- not high stakes Poker.
But by far we loved a game I actually got for my birthday when I was six.
I’m not sure whose idea it was to get it for me, but I think I asked for one and said it…
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One Christmas when I was a little girl, I asked my Grandfather why we always told Ghost stories after Christmas dinner. I asked whose idea it was to light the fire, turn down the lights and talk about cemeteries and bodies buried in basements and bones in hatboxes on dusty shelves in attics.
I said it was weird how we told those stories every year at Christmas.
We were sitting in the living room, the fire was roaring, the treats were placed on tables around the dark living room and the tree lights weren’t on yet.
The rest of the family were in the dining room finishing desert.
We took our seats under a painting of my Great-Great Grandmother.
He looked at me. ” I see your point. “
I wasn’t sure what my point was at that moment but before I could consider it…
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Anyone can forgive, some people can forget. I’m no exception to that.
Hold a Grudge though?
You bet- until the day I die.
Maybe even beyond that day.
I have this theory- when we wrong somebody we create a monster. It lives in the head and heart of the person you hurt until there is no head or heart for it to live inside.
When that place is gone, it goes looking for a new home, something dark and fetid and familiar. It goes back to it’s creator because there’s no place like home, is there?
It doesn’t matter what God you fall on your knees and pray to, it doesn’t matter if your conive or con forgiveness for the pain you caused.
It’s going to come home to…
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1973 was an infamous year in our family.
That was the year my Grandfather got into that accident on the Duwamish Bridge.
Something hit his card pretty hard from behind and his car was forced off of the bridge into the water.
That happened on Halloween Morning.
After the Police came by and told us that he was gone, where to collect his body and how sorry they were my Mom sent me and my brother outside to bring in the pumpkins.
She and our Aunt took down the decorations Dad was to busy to buy candy because he was talking with the Funeral Home and for the rest of the evening relatives came by and our house went from Holiday to Mourning in less than three hours.
As darkness fell me and my brother could see our friends darting from house to house in their Halloween Masks made from plastic and swinging their Trick or Treat Pumpkins wildly in the air.
” Grandpa would say we should be out there.” My Brother said ruefully. ” He’d have bought us eggs and TP too. Grandpa knew how to do Halloween right. Remember the time he stuck those fake heads on poles Because Mrs Green gave us toothbrushes and apples?”
” Yeah. He said he was surprised the old bag didn’t hand out socks and underwear too.” I remembered out loud. ” And remember the time the Brices forgot it was Halloween and he helped us wrap their car in plastic wrap
Just then my best friend Prixie waved as she ran by our window.
I flipped her the bird in return.
” They’ll be sorry, we’re gonna get tricked for sure and you know who will have to clean up the mess right?” my brother said with some satisfaction in his voice. ” I’ll bet this time our house gets tricked and I’ll bet eggs and shaving cream are in our future. THEY deserve it.”
“Serves them right for keeping us in doesn’t it?”
We ran up the back stairs to our bedrooms- I put on my thin plastic scary witch mask complete with scary witch plastic costume and met my brother was dressed up as race car driver on the way back down.
” Your costume is dumb” I told my brother.
” You don’t need to wear an ugly mask he told me.
Then snuck down into the basement and out the basement door that let us out into the alley and disappeared into the chilly Halloween Night.
When we got back our family was stunned.
” Do you know what tonight is? ” they asked us all at once.
Actually they were yelling it.
” Um. The day Grandpa died.”
” Yes. ” My Grandma said patiently. ” It’s also Halloween “
” That’s why we went trick or treating. It’s Halloween.”
” And you two should have been home a half hour ago.” Grandma scolded us ” Kids your age shouldn’t be out after seven-thirty alone.
My Grandma took my plastic jack-o-lantern and shook the candy out on the table.
” I hope you two didn’t eat the good stuff on the way home…”
” Your FATHER ” Grandma said pointedly at her son
“didn’t buy any candy and if we don’t have any of those chocolate bars your Grandpa liked-“
We heard a knock on the door-
There’s going to be Hell to pay.”
Oh her name matters very much and I’ll tell you why.
Her name was Penny- and she was indeed the lucky Penny, the bad Penny, the one cent people give along with their opinions so you won’t punch them in the throat when they give it.
He met the former Penny Dyen in a bookstore.
She was flipping through a book and chuckling to herself and that’s what he was taken with.
That deep rich laugh.
She looked up from her and he looked down into her dark brown eyes.
He introduced himself and she closed the book and gave him her name and two months later he gave her his last name.
It was on their first wedding anniversary he asked if she remembered the title of the book was that she had been enjoying so much.
The one that made made her laugh and drew him towards her.
” Oh. Yeah. Sure I remember, it was a hoot.”
He waited for her to answer because she had started to laugh again.
He couldn’t help but to smile.
” It was The Exorcist. The Devil in that book reminded me of someone I knew once.”
His mouth dropped open. ” You knew someone like…”
” Oh don’t worry Sweetheart. He wasn’t as cute as you and is totally out of my life now.”
He was never scared of Penny.
He felt like the person after they skydive for the first time, or fight off a shark or find themselves in the eye of a tornado. That’s what he felt like with Penny in his life
Penny never slept, he never saw her actually eat food and the neighborhood cats, dogs and small children all sounded someone was cutting their heads off when they saw her walk by.
But he would be the first to tell you after awhile he felt like a visitor in the world Penny came from- he never quite got a handle on the way she seemed to always know things before they happened or how she seemed to just appear for a second and was gone like a puff of smoke.
So every once and awhile He went back to his old world where people didn’t stare into mirrors for hours at a time talking backwards at their reflections because as Penny explained that was the only way the words would come out right on the other side.
His problem started when he brought someone into the world he shared with Penny.
She was an old flame- very old and when Penny found out how old she was Penny laughed and said, ” Sweet Baby Jesus, if you wanted a bag of moldy bones to love, we got plenty of those in the back yard. I could have dug some up for you. I’d be glad to, it’s getting crowded back there.”
Beyond that Penny didn’t seem to concern herself with His ‘Moldering Cadaver’ ( as Penny called her )
But the Moldering Cadaver cared very much about Penny.
She called Penny and Penny agreed to meet her at the Park down the street from Penny’s house.
Their conversation was actually very brief.
She wore rings on all of her fingers, her hair was cut like Penny’s and she was wearing nose bleedingly high platform shoes.
Penny looked down into Her eyes and was not surprised to see the Sanity draining from them as they spoke.
Penny was not surprised because she had that effect on people.
The part where She pulled out the gun and fired it right between Penny’s eyes.
That was new.
Poor Penny, the neighbors said with some relief.
To be shot in cold blood like that and how morbid- that old Park was actually part of an old cemetery and whoever had shot her in the head had also bashed her face in with a piece of broken tombstone.
That was a shame, people said with honesty. Penny had actually been a beautiful woman in life.
He married Her after a year.
Of course the sanity did not magically find it’s way back into Her head sadly enough.
She now drank too much, smoked too much and wrote far too much poetry about passion and regaining one’s youth again and made Him listen to it.
He would sometimes wish during those readings that Penny was there laughing into her books about Demonic Possession or history books about the Black Death ( good times baby she would say as she wiped the tears from her eyes ) and torture.
He missed Penny, but it was probably a stretch that she would take him back- being that he married the woman who killed her.
One night, he was sitting on his front porch smoking one of the Cuban Cigars that Penny had stashed in the library upstairs.
She loved to smoke cigars and the habit had rubbed off on him.
So on that biting cold November evening He was wishing Penny was there to smoke with him when Penny walked up the steps.
Her face was beautiful again, the bullet hole was gone.
He stood up, took her into his arms and he said
” Penny, I’m so sorry. I … “
Penny took the cigar from his fingers and kissed him. Her eyes burned bright and she ran her fingers through his hair. ” You always have been a little Devil my love-“
Penny turned him loose turned and opened the door to their house.
Then Penny squared her shoulders, popped the cigar into the corner of her mouth and called Her name- actually Penny howled Her name like a demon escaping from Hell is probably a better way to describe it.
And Penny said as she walked into the house-
” But as we both know, I’ve always been a bigger one.”