Excerpt #4

Then she would sway into the kitchen, her skirt following behind her. Sexy and simple. I loved her so much in those moments. I would linger in her bedroom. Fingering through her lacy bras, trying on her high heels, using her make-up brushes – brushing the remnants of colour onto my cheeks and eyes. Searching through her jewelry box. Trying on big red glass rings and long chains of fake pearls. Reading our medical bracelets from the hospital when we were born. Examining all the little baby teeth she had stored in an envelope in there. She even had old coins from England that she had brought with her when she immigrated in 1945.

And i am working and working.

I am not doing anything silly.

Can't chocolate make you feel better and be bad for you?

Or wine?

Or staying up too late?

Or letting your kids watch too much TV?

That's not really what i was talking about. But good possibilities.

I am lost in this november push. The best thing is that i haven't even thought about christmas yet, oops, just did. With thanksgiving having come and gone over a month ago, it's different for us canadians. The season doesn't start until december 1st and anything holidayish i see before then just makes me bitter.

xx
jess