Tremble (Terraway Book 2) by Mary E. Twomey

Author:Mary E. Twomey [Twomey, Mary E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

22

Shoved in a Trunk

Bev had a hard time keeping promises, which was why I didn’t ask her for many. Ollie and Allie had it in them that adults should be held accountable for the things they said to kids, but that expectation only lent to more fighting between them and Bev, and more hiding from me. Totally not worth it.

Ollie, Allie and I shared the smaller of the two rooms in the trailer Bev had overrun with stuff she couldn’t part with. Sharing a room with your sisters probably wasn’t Ollie’s ideal living situation, but he made it work. Allie was seven years older than me, and took the mantle of momming me when I needed it. We had bunk beds, and the rule was that Bev could junk up the rest of the house, so long as the bathroom and our bedroom were left alone.

It didn’t take long for the bathroom to become unusable. No matter how often the three of us cleaned it and moved stuff out, Bev only saw opportunity for conquest in every inch made available. So Ollie made an arrangement with the trailer two down from ours. He never told us what it cost him, but he rigged it so that the three of us could shower there every morning in Mrs. Kitsa’s bathroom. She was a nice old sweetie who sometimes set homemade blueberry muffins on the counter for us in the mornings. She loved to pinch my cheeks and pat the top of my head. Often she confused me with her daughter and called me Heather. She fed me, so I let her call me whatever she liked, since it seemed to make her happy. I’m not sure she ever knew my actual name.

The trailer park had a communal public bathroom near the play yard for us to use the toilet. The bathroom in our trailer was filled to capacity a week after we’d laid down our no-junk-in-the-bathroom edict, and I haven’t seen the toilet since. I’m thinking it was ivory.

The fragile system was functional until the great Helzermann’s closeout deal. Helzermann’s was an odds and ends store not too far from us. It had craft supplies, books, a small non-perishables section and basic home goods throughout. When the store went under, everything was discounted to the hilt, which meant it was open season for Bev.

I didn’t even look in the bags that were stacked around our bedroom when I came home from school that afternoon. One look, and I knew it would be World War III between Ollie, Allie and Bev. When the two entered in after me, the yelling started.

I don’t remember much about the fight between them. I was only six at the time. All I knew was that I had to get out of there. Using the carefully honed method of moving through the overcrowded home, I scampered away from their fight, burrowing myself in one of the piles of clothes. The mountain of Bev’s outfits stretched all the way to the ceiling.

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