Chapter 6
Hopefully you know the drill info and disclaimer at the proloug entry.
Sidonie and Lucía came almost at the same time to the kitchen and their breakfast. Lucía sat down at the kitchen table and watched her mother preparing the food.
Sidonie looked better than Lucía thought she might have looked like. She had made an extra effort to look like nothing had disturbed the day to day life. Lucía know that wasn’t true. Some how her mother managed to rise from her worries, it happen all the time when Sidonie would have a meeting or even more if she had to really get out. There were things she couldn’t hide for her daughter, living so close made them learn each others small nervous things.
Work with making their breakfast helped her mother, because it made her need to concentrate on something else than what had happen and what would come. If she could avoid most of the things that was someway reminding of the destructive month and could do things she loved, held a big interest in she worked very well and an outside person wouldn’t see what she struggled through.
There was many times Lucía longing and wishing her mother could also work well outside their home. There were times they been out, but then there had to be several people that her mother trusted to be with them. It wasn’t the same as it had been if it only had been the two of them, or if her dad had been there. After those times her mother often also shut herself in more, even in the bedroom for days and it was trying.
She didn’t know how many times she had cursed those that had done her mother like this. She hated that some people was so out of common mentality that they could hurt another person by inflict scars, burns, and what ever else their twisted minds come to think of. The damaged went so much deeper than the eye could see. Watching her mother she knew that even if the visible wounds were healed much wasn’t and most likely wouldn’t.
Then you had the common conception of how you should look and act to take stand on. The line between some of that and what you self could go were so small that you fast feel out from the normal norm. Lucía knew that her mother had looked stunning before it happen and hadn’t anything to do with how she looked now. For her she was normal, since she always looked like this and hadn’t seen her any other way. But as fast she could compare her mother with others she understood there been something wrong and her mother wasn’t looking normal, a woman wouldn’t look like her mother.
When she was so used to see he mother as she looked she didn’t see her scars in the way a new person would. Studying her mother now she saw what others would. How damaged half of her face was, with deep cuts where part of muscles was missing, how the skin was burnt, made it red and rough. It must look like how the ‘Phantom of the Opera’ looked like behind the mask.
Sidonie’s left arm wasn’t that good either. She covered it with long sleeves and during the years she became very good to hide that two of her fingers were missing. Mostly it worked well but sometimes when she had overworked the arm she dropped things because the muscles she had left could not hold too much.
“Did you sleep well?” her mother’s voice brought her back from her thoughts.
“As well I’ll could. I think the crime series I watched last night mixed up with the reality.” she replied.
“Which one was it?” her mother asked.
“An old rerun with an Inspector Barnaby. I’ve seen episodes before.”
“Barnaby… ahh it must be Midsomer Murders. Which episode was it?” Sidonie clearly interested.
“There was some competition I think, some author that hide his wife who should be dead. Then there was one that died from drinking wine and a few other murders.” A wrinkle spread over Lucías forehead.
“Was there a young man that got stabbed with a fork?” Sidonie tried not to sound different in her voice.
“Yes, there was. I think he was a thief or smething. I didn’t give it much attention, were more thinking on Hamlet.”
“I know the episode, it’s called Judgement day.” Her mother had rose and stood with her back to her. “Cía remember ‘to be or not to be is the question’.”
“Yeah isn’t it? By that I bade my farwell.” Lucía rose and made a royal bow, picked up her bag and left for school.
Sidonie sat down heavy, not knowing if she would breath hard or light. Hard for whom the actor in the episode was and light for that Lucía didn’t see any similarities. She knew that the time could come that she had to tell the truth. It wasn’t that often they showed anything with Him in on tv, it had come so many new things since he had acted. She hadn’t watched any of what he done during the years either. She know for sure that Lucía had seen Lord of the Rings, but when He was hidden of that blond wig and blue eyes, she felt more secure of Lucía wouldn’t recognize Him.
She made her another cup of tea, just for make her heart to slow down. Looking at the watch told her she had to make ready for Olivia’s arrival.
TBC
Stories word count; 4524+921=5445
Sidonie and Lucía came almost at the same time to the kitchen and their breakfast. Lucía sat down at the kitchen table and watched her mother preparing the food.
Sidonie looked better than Lucía thought she might have looked like. She had made an extra effort to look like nothing had disturbed the day to day life. Lucía know that wasn’t true. Some how her mother managed to rise from her worries, it happen all the time when Sidonie would have a meeting or even more if she had to really get out. There were things she couldn’t hide for her daughter, living so close made them learn each others small nervous things.
Work with making their breakfast helped her mother, because it made her need to concentrate on something else than what had happen and what would come. If she could avoid most of the things that was someway reminding of the destructive month and could do things she loved, held a big interest in she worked very well and an outside person wouldn’t see what she struggled through.
There was many times Lucía longing and wishing her mother could also work well outside their home. There were times they been out, but then there had to be several people that her mother trusted to be with them. It wasn’t the same as it had been if it only had been the two of them, or if her dad had been there. After those times her mother often also shut herself in more, even in the bedroom for days and it was trying.
She didn’t know how many times she had cursed those that had done her mother like this. She hated that some people was so out of common mentality that they could hurt another person by inflict scars, burns, and what ever else their twisted minds come to think of. The damaged went so much deeper than the eye could see. Watching her mother she knew that even if the visible wounds were healed much wasn’t and most likely wouldn’t.
Then you had the common conception of how you should look and act to take stand on. The line between some of that and what you self could go were so small that you fast feel out from the normal norm. Lucía knew that her mother had looked stunning before it happen and hadn’t anything to do with how she looked now. For her she was normal, since she always looked like this and hadn’t seen her any other way. But as fast she could compare her mother with others she understood there been something wrong and her mother wasn’t looking normal, a woman wouldn’t look like her mother.
When she was so used to see he mother as she looked she didn’t see her scars in the way a new person would. Studying her mother now she saw what others would. How damaged half of her face was, with deep cuts where part of muscles was missing, how the skin was burnt, made it red and rough. It must look like how the ‘Phantom of the Opera’ looked like behind the mask.
Sidonie’s left arm wasn’t that good either. She covered it with long sleeves and during the years she became very good to hide that two of her fingers were missing. Mostly it worked well but sometimes when she had overworked the arm she dropped things because the muscles she had left could not hold too much.
“Did you sleep well?” her mother’s voice brought her back from her thoughts.
“As well I’ll could. I think the crime series I watched last night mixed up with the reality.” she replied.
“Which one was it?” her mother asked.
“An old rerun with an Inspector Barnaby. I’ve seen episodes before.”
“Barnaby… ahh it must be Midsomer Murders. Which episode was it?” Sidonie clearly interested.
“There was some competition I think, some author that hide his wife who should be dead. Then there was one that died from drinking wine and a few other murders.” A wrinkle spread over Lucías forehead.
“Was there a young man that got stabbed with a fork?” Sidonie tried not to sound different in her voice.
“Yes, there was. I think he was a thief or smething. I didn’t give it much attention, were more thinking on Hamlet.”
“I know the episode, it’s called Judgement day.” Her mother had rose and stood with her back to her. “Cía remember ‘to be or not to be is the question’.”
“Yeah isn’t it? By that I bade my farwell.” Lucía rose and made a royal bow, picked up her bag and left for school.
Sidonie sat down heavy, not knowing if she would breath hard or light. Hard for whom the actor in the episode was and light for that Lucía didn’t see any similarities. She knew that the time could come that she had to tell the truth. It wasn’t that often they showed anything with Him in on tv, it had come so many new things since he had acted. She hadn’t watched any of what he done during the years either. She know for sure that Lucía had seen Lord of the Rings, but when He was hidden of that blond wig and blue eyes, she felt more secure of Lucía wouldn’t recognize Him.
She made her another cup of tea, just for make her heart to slow down. Looking at the watch told her she had to make ready for Olivia’s arrival.
TBC
Stories word count; 4524+921=5445