This is all my Red Pen of Death has allowed me to post, so here it is. Enjoy and critique:
The cabin of the groundcar was not a comfortable place to be. The tension between Lisa and her Momma was suffocating, so much so that neither of the two could find the strength to speak their mind. It was only when the purring of the engine was cut that Momma broke the silence.
“I cannot believe that you would be with Ella! Of all people, Lisa! Her mothers have no dignity and the same with her!”
“Momma,” Lisa objected, “You do not know Ella like I do! She has as much dignity as any other human being.” The effort to remain civil with her parent turned Lisa’s face red.
“Yes. I know her better. She is a bad influence, Lisa. I’ve seen her family do terrible things.”
“Really now?” was all Lisa could manage. The audacity of Momma’s blame was reaching a new level this night, and on the sorest of subjects.
“Have you ever heard of cocaine? No? Well your Ella has, believe me.”
“What is…cocaine?”
“It is an old, bad thing, Lisa; something that should have died long ago.” No longer wanting to talk on the subject of things old, Momma stepped out into drizzling rain. Lisa delayed for a moment before following.
Walking in the doorway of the condominium, Momma pursed her red lips. The evening chill reflected her mood all too well. The skies above were gray, vomiting their wrath onto the world below. The rain plinked off of the tin roof of the old building, forming a cacophonous soundtrack to the day. A day that was only starting.
“I hope you’re ready to explain this to your Mommy?” It was no question, but rather a curt statement. “She won’t be pleased by this, either.”
As Lisa stepped onto the dull carpet of the hallway, she knew that Momma spoke the truth. Mommy was the better tempered of her two parents, but Lisa knew that she was going to be treated to another sermon on obedience and honor. All throughout her life, Lisa had caused Momma and Mommy much stress. Stress and pain, she was told, primarily by Momma.
Lisa put her wet jacket in the drier and went to confront Mommy. She was in the living room, reading one of her novels. It was one of the old ones, almost as old as History was. Soft brown hair fell to touch the luminescent screen as Mommy read, so happy and absorbed in a world far away from here. She seemed to glow, radiating with her abundance of life, as Mommy was pregnant. After all waiting and paperwork, the Family Branch had fulfilled Momma and Mommy's request for a Seed, and the whole family was in anticipation of its new member.
It was from Mommy that Lisa learned how to dream; how to yearn for something more than what reality can provide and Lisa loved her for it. Did Lisa want to interrupt her bliss for another tale on how she had shamed the family? Of course not, but Lisa had to.
“Mommy?”
The face of Mommy, before serene, was now full of concern. She could tell when Lisa was troubled, and the quavering voice Lisa had now was an ultimate sign of inner turmoil.
“What is it, Lisa?”
Staring back into those green eyes, Lisa felt a lump form in her throat. “I…oh, Mommy, I’ve shamed us again.”
Immediately Mommy’s posture changed. She went from leaning close to Lisa with her eyes and ear open to sitting back, mouth turned down in a tight frown. The unspoken question was all too clear: What did you do?
Licking her lips, Lisa looked for an adequate answer. Before she could say anything, however, Momma did the job for her.
“You know of Lisa’s friend, Ella?”
The suddenness of the interruption startled Lisa into saying, “I was with Ella today, Mommy.”
A silent look was traded between Momma and Mommy, and Mommy whispered, “Her again?”
“Yes her again!” Lisa objected. “Ella is a good person, and I don’t care what her family does!” The unbridled emotion in Lisa’s chest caused her tongue to slip, mispronouncing her words. It was a slip she had not made in years.
None of the three seemed to know what to do, much less what to say. Finally, as Mommy seemed to be ready to say something, Momma gave her automatic response: “Go to your room.”
Lisa was happy to oblige.
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