Family Jewels by Emery C. Walters

Author:Emery C. Walters [Walters, Emery C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-10-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Morning. I woke up with an elbow in my face and something equally hard but more interesting pressed up against my side. It took me a minute to remember where I was. While I was doing this Jay rolled over and threw a leg over me. Uh oh. I was already way over to the side of his narrow bed anyhow. At home I had—had had—a queen sized bed which I never shared. Not since the cat disappeared. Ugh, why in heck did I have to remember that, or any of it? I had to stifle a sob. I refused to cry. Maybe later it would hit me but right now I was able to keep all that at bay, don’t ask me why. Jay let out a big snort and trumpeted a fart. I then had to stifle a laugh. Shoving his leg off me, I managed to fall right off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor.

Jay was still sound asleep but I suspected that wouldn’t last long. I made my way to the bathroom, shared it with some grumpy brother who was in the shower, and left, embarrassed. I’d never lived with a large family before.

Bacon? Did I smell bacon? I’d slept in my clothes and so went down to the kitchen, which was full of women. Someone pointed a wooden spoon at me and I slunk into a chair at the table, which was groaning under a Thanksgiving dinner sized breakfast. Arms and hands of all sizes reached for and passed food. The older people ate quietly, other than shushing the younger people. After a while my people—Chris, Gene and even Jay, appeared, and we ate together, not talking, except for Jay of course, who knew everybody and made introductions that nobody would remember or even care about. Did the boy never shut up? I didn’t care. It’s not like I was ever going to be married to him. Now at least I was learning what an extended family was, and some of what it meant. I loved it. I was as lost and confused as a baby duck in the middle of a highway, but I loved it.

After breakfast we were all shooed out of the kitchen and Jay and Gene and about six smaller kids were playing various string games like cat’s cradle on the floor when there was a knock on the door. I was so stuffed I felt like I was a grandfather and needed to fall asleep with one hand in my waistband. Chris was helping in the kitchen. Several detectives came in when Mrs. G opened it. She gathered up the little kids, scooted Chris in to sit beside me, and closed the kitchen door behind her as she left. Jay got up and sat down quietly on the other side of me.

So it was mostly just us kids plus one of Jay’s grandfathers and his uncle in there, the latter two looking like mafia overlords protecting us from the vicious FBI or something.

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