.:*Chapter 7*:.
Bleh. This isn't so good.
.:*Chapter 7*:.
Momma has been very different lately, especially after seeing Evan. She's been sticking up for herself more, and telling Da off. She's still nervous around him, though, but she insists that we should spend family time together. I'm not sure what makes people a family, but I know Da and Momma are my family. Candy was part of it, too.
Now, instead of Momma staying home with me and Da bringing home stuff, like our food and my clothes, we go to the store together. Da didn't like it at first. He would shout stuff like, "I don't want to go out in public with her! I'm ashamed enough as it is!" But now Momma doesn't shrink away and give up. Now, she stands up and shouts right back, "Well, I'm ashamed that we can't function as a normal family just because of a simple thing! And things have been worse ever since you chased Candy off. At least with her around we could actually spend time together!"
Then it's Da's turn to look small. And Momma usually wins.
So, we do stuff together now. We get to go to the store, and I like pulling stuff off shelves to take home. There are pretty colored bags and bottles everywhere in stores. It's hard to consternate, and makes me dizzy. Da always tells me not to touch anything, and he takes the bottles and bags away from me and puts them back. Momma always makes me feel better by saying stuff like, "Sorry, honey. We don't need that now. Maybe next time."
People stare at me a lot. I must be really special if they want to look at me so much. But it makes me kind of nervous, seeing them look at me when they walk by. I think I know why Evan got so ascared when the teachers stared at him in the hallway.
Momma says we get to go to the park today! I like it there; it's all sunny and there are animals to chase. Da doesn't want to come, but Momma gives him one of those new looks she's getting real good at. He says, "I'll get the car cheese," or something like that. I think cars need to be fed; otherwise they won't go when you want them to. And maybe they don't want to spit you out anymore, and you get eated. Either way, you need to give them special cheese. The car cheese don't look like regular cheese. They're hard and have ridges, like potato chips. When you get inside the car you stick the cheese in them and they move.
We get to the park and Momma lays out a blanket while Da mutters to hisself and takes out the newspaper. Newspapers can be fun because they make your fingers black, especially if they're wet. But when Da reads it I'm not allowed to touch.
We get a pick-kick, or whatever that's called. It basically means we get to eat on the blanket. Momma gives me a turkey sandwich and corn. I actually get to eat it right off the cob this time! Usually, Momma says it'll hurt my teeth, but I guess my teeth are grown up enough now. I've lost a lot of my teeth before. A couple times the tooth Fairy even came and left me a rubber ball. I thought those fairies are supposed to leave money- but I swallowed some of my other teeth, so maybe she was afraid I'd swallow the money, too.
After I finish eating I hop around a lot and chase butterflies and birds. The way they move is always so smooth. I think when I chase them my movements are, too. The sun is real high in the sky and it makes the grass warm. But grass doesn't like me very much, I don't think, because it trips me and I fall right on my face.
When I try to get up I see Evan. I'm so happy! I haven't seen Evan since that day at the creepy hospital place. He didn't look... right then, but he looks fine and happy today. His eyes are all friendly-looking, and he looks a little surprised but in a happy way. He sees me, so I call to him. He doesn't move right away, so I call him the way I see people call their dogs. "Evan, come!" Momma tells him to come, too.
He comes.
I run over and he actually picks me up! Not many people do that for me. No one does, actually. He doesn't put me down until we reach Momma and Da.
First, Evan talks to them. They go into boring adult talk that I'm surprised Evan knows how to do. The grass is much more interesting than adult talk. I pull some up and look at it. It looks a lot like the salad Momma gives me sometimes, and I wonder if it tastes the same. When I taste it, though, Momma makes me stop. Which is okay by me, since I don't even like salad much.
Evan bends down so I can see his nice brown eyes. "Want to take a walk with me?" he asks. Would I ever! The park is such a fun place, but it's much funner if you don't sit on a blanket all day until your butt gets numb and it's hard to walk. I get to walk with Evan! I'm not sure if I say that out loud or not. It takes me a while to realize he really said what he said.
"Yeah, come on," he says, all nice-like. He takes my hand. I'm scared for a little. Da always grabs my hand like that when he yells at me, and when he's about to hurt me. But Evan doesn't hurt me. His hold is gemtal or gentil, or whatever that word is. I have a feeling that I can trust Evan no matter what.
"Look at that bird in the tree!" I show Evan.
"Oh, yeah. A robin." It's not a robin, it's a bird, but I don't bother to correct him.
"It's pretty."
"It sure is." He tries to get a little closer to the tree it's in, but he puts a hand on my arm so I don't get closer. Then he picks up the weird black box on his neck and points it at the bird. It makes a clicky noise.
"What's that... the boxy thing?" I ask.
He looks around, then pokes at the thing on his neck. "This?"
"Yeah..."
"It's a camera." It looks like he wants to say more but can't think of what to say. Evan's nice, but I don't think he's good at talking to people.
"What does it do?"
"Well... It takes things called pictures. You've probably seen them before in your house. Like, if I take a picture of you now..." He picks up the camera thinger and points it at me. And click. "Later it will come out looking like you just did now."
Evan talks in the slow way I like, but all of what he just said confuses me. He smiles like he knows how I feel. "How about I show you when they come out?"
Okay. "Yeah! I get to see the clictures!"
I show him a lot more things and he takes a lot of clictures. I think we've been gone a long time, but I don't care. Even the sun is starting to go to sleep. Momma told me that's why it disamapears sometimes, because it's sleeping, and it'll come back. Usually, I fall asleep when the sun does, so I start to curl up on the grass. It's really soft and more comfortable than my bed. Maybe this is what sleeping on the clouds feels like...
I guess I did fall asleep, because I wake up on Evan's back. It's fun, more fun than the rides at the abruisement park Momma brought me to once. Those were kinda scary because I don't know what they are. Evan is fun because I know he is a boy.
He drops me off at Da and Momma's blanket. I say, "Buhbye," and he says bye too, and leaves. I hope I get to see him again soon.
"Did you have fun?" Momma asks.
"Yeah. Evan took clictures, and we saw birdies, and he gave me a ride."
Momma looks at Da and says, "You know, he seems to be a very nice boy."
"Hrm."
"You have to admit..."
Da sets down his newspaper. How can he manage to look at the same, boring thing all day? Newspapers are just squiggles on paper. He looks at Momma, then at me. "Okay," he says. "The nutter was a good kid."
I think Evan might be part of my family.
.:*Chapter 7*:.
Momma has been very different lately, especially after seeing Evan. She's been sticking up for herself more, and telling Da off. She's still nervous around him, though, but she insists that we should spend family time together. I'm not sure what makes people a family, but I know Da and Momma are my family. Candy was part of it, too.
Now, instead of Momma staying home with me and Da bringing home stuff, like our food and my clothes, we go to the store together. Da didn't like it at first. He would shout stuff like, "I don't want to go out in public with her! I'm ashamed enough as it is!" But now Momma doesn't shrink away and give up. Now, she stands up and shouts right back, "Well, I'm ashamed that we can't function as a normal family just because of a simple thing! And things have been worse ever since you chased Candy off. At least with her around we could actually spend time together!"
Then it's Da's turn to look small. And Momma usually wins.
So, we do stuff together now. We get to go to the store, and I like pulling stuff off shelves to take home. There are pretty colored bags and bottles everywhere in stores. It's hard to consternate, and makes me dizzy. Da always tells me not to touch anything, and he takes the bottles and bags away from me and puts them back. Momma always makes me feel better by saying stuff like, "Sorry, honey. We don't need that now. Maybe next time."
People stare at me a lot. I must be really special if they want to look at me so much. But it makes me kind of nervous, seeing them look at me when they walk by. I think I know why Evan got so ascared when the teachers stared at him in the hallway.
Momma says we get to go to the park today! I like it there; it's all sunny and there are animals to chase. Da doesn't want to come, but Momma gives him one of those new looks she's getting real good at. He says, "I'll get the car cheese," or something like that. I think cars need to be fed; otherwise they won't go when you want them to. And maybe they don't want to spit you out anymore, and you get eated. Either way, you need to give them special cheese. The car cheese don't look like regular cheese. They're hard and have ridges, like potato chips. When you get inside the car you stick the cheese in them and they move.
We get to the park and Momma lays out a blanket while Da mutters to hisself and takes out the newspaper. Newspapers can be fun because they make your fingers black, especially if they're wet. But when Da reads it I'm not allowed to touch.
We get a pick-kick, or whatever that's called. It basically means we get to eat on the blanket. Momma gives me a turkey sandwich and corn. I actually get to eat it right off the cob this time! Usually, Momma says it'll hurt my teeth, but I guess my teeth are grown up enough now. I've lost a lot of my teeth before. A couple times the tooth Fairy even came and left me a rubber ball. I thought those fairies are supposed to leave money- but I swallowed some of my other teeth, so maybe she was afraid I'd swallow the money, too.
After I finish eating I hop around a lot and chase butterflies and birds. The way they move is always so smooth. I think when I chase them my movements are, too. The sun is real high in the sky and it makes the grass warm. But grass doesn't like me very much, I don't think, because it trips me and I fall right on my face.
When I try to get up I see Evan. I'm so happy! I haven't seen Evan since that day at the creepy hospital place. He didn't look... right then, but he looks fine and happy today. His eyes are all friendly-looking, and he looks a little surprised but in a happy way. He sees me, so I call to him. He doesn't move right away, so I call him the way I see people call their dogs. "Evan, come!" Momma tells him to come, too.
He comes.
I run over and he actually picks me up! Not many people do that for me. No one does, actually. He doesn't put me down until we reach Momma and Da.
First, Evan talks to them. They go into boring adult talk that I'm surprised Evan knows how to do. The grass is much more interesting than adult talk. I pull some up and look at it. It looks a lot like the salad Momma gives me sometimes, and I wonder if it tastes the same. When I taste it, though, Momma makes me stop. Which is okay by me, since I don't even like salad much.
Evan bends down so I can see his nice brown eyes. "Want to take a walk with me?" he asks. Would I ever! The park is such a fun place, but it's much funner if you don't sit on a blanket all day until your butt gets numb and it's hard to walk. I get to walk with Evan! I'm not sure if I say that out loud or not. It takes me a while to realize he really said what he said.
"Yeah, come on," he says, all nice-like. He takes my hand. I'm scared for a little. Da always grabs my hand like that when he yells at me, and when he's about to hurt me. But Evan doesn't hurt me. His hold is gemtal or gentil, or whatever that word is. I have a feeling that I can trust Evan no matter what.
"Look at that bird in the tree!" I show Evan.
"Oh, yeah. A robin." It's not a robin, it's a bird, but I don't bother to correct him.
"It's pretty."
"It sure is." He tries to get a little closer to the tree it's in, but he puts a hand on my arm so I don't get closer. Then he picks up the weird black box on his neck and points it at the bird. It makes a clicky noise.
"What's that... the boxy thing?" I ask.
He looks around, then pokes at the thing on his neck. "This?"
"Yeah..."
"It's a camera." It looks like he wants to say more but can't think of what to say. Evan's nice, but I don't think he's good at talking to people.
"What does it do?"
"Well... It takes things called pictures. You've probably seen them before in your house. Like, if I take a picture of you now..." He picks up the camera thinger and points it at me. And click. "Later it will come out looking like you just did now."
Evan talks in the slow way I like, but all of what he just said confuses me. He smiles like he knows how I feel. "How about I show you when they come out?"
Okay. "Yeah! I get to see the clictures!"
I show him a lot more things and he takes a lot of clictures. I think we've been gone a long time, but I don't care. Even the sun is starting to go to sleep. Momma told me that's why it disamapears sometimes, because it's sleeping, and it'll come back. Usually, I fall asleep when the sun does, so I start to curl up on the grass. It's really soft and more comfortable than my bed. Maybe this is what sleeping on the clouds feels like...
I guess I did fall asleep, because I wake up on Evan's back. It's fun, more fun than the rides at the abruisement park Momma brought me to once. Those were kinda scary because I don't know what they are. Evan is fun because I know he is a boy.
He drops me off at Da and Momma's blanket. I say, "Buhbye," and he says bye too, and leaves. I hope I get to see him again soon.
"Did you have fun?" Momma asks.
"Yeah. Evan took clictures, and we saw birdies, and he gave me a ride."
Momma looks at Da and says, "You know, he seems to be a very nice boy."
"Hrm."
"You have to admit..."
Da sets down his newspaper. How can he manage to look at the same, boring thing all day? Newspapers are just squiggles on paper. He looks at Momma, then at me. "Okay," he says. "The nutter was a good kid."
I think Evan might be part of my family.