Winter in Full Bloom by Higman Anita

Author:Higman, Anita [Higman, Anita]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Moody Publishers
Published: 2013-07-14T16:00:00+00:00

Dragan Humphreys stood before us, a wall of consternation and bafflement.

I dove right in. “Hi, Dragan. This is my sister, Camille, from Australia, and we’re here to see Mother.”

Dragan looked at us both, back and forth, obviously traumatized about the identical twin thing. In fact, her expression tottered on the edge of such anxiety that I found it quite satisfying. God, forgive me. I even wished I could have flashed a photo of it to put on some social networking site. That is, if I was ever on any social networking sites. “Is Mother in?”

“She’s always in,” Dragan stuttered, “but I’ll need to check if she’s able to see you.”

“Is Mother ill?” I moved a little closer to the open door.

“She’s not ill, but I still need to check with her.” She raised her nostrils at us. No doubt Dragan enjoyed throwing her weight around like a sumo wrestler. She was certainly as attractive as one. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. If God was going to be rooting for me, I guess I’d need to clean up the muddy playing field of my thought-life.

“Oh, she’ll see us,” Camille said. “I’ve come all the way around the world for a visit with Mrs. Gray, and she will see me.”

“I’ll still need to check.” Dragan’s eyes took on the half-lidded eyes of a snake, but along with her cold decree she opened the door wider for us to come in.

We stepped inside. Dragan seemed almost the same as she did weeks before, except her muumuu and flip-flops seemed dirtier, and the off-gassing from her body was even more toxic with liquor fumes.

“Please wait here.”

My sister looked around as Dragan shambled off to request some kind of sanction on our visit. How ridiculous. I picked over another ugly assortment of mind droppings.

Meanwhile, Camille traipsed around the entry hall, smirking at the statues and generally turning up the intensity on her sass. But I wasn’t going to point my finger at my sister for bad behavior, since my mother had the corner on that market.

Camille pointed to an embroidered design within an elaborately gilded frame. “What is that?”

“It’s the Gray family coat of arms. Mother is proud of her Irish heritage and marrying into a well-known Irish clan, even if she didn’t love the family all that much.”

She clasped her hands behind her and stared at the coat of arms with interest.

“Maybe that’s why you’re attracted to Celtic music. It’s the Irish blood coursing through your veins.”

“It’s that dreamer in you coming out.” Camille simpered at me and then looked back at the coat of arms. “I admit, the armor and colors look majestic, but what do the words on the banner at the top of the crest mean? I thought—”

Dragan returned, interrupting us and looking glad for it. She wore the same droll serpentine expression she had when she answered the door. At least the woman was consistent. “She’ll see you in the study,” she said. “You both can show yourselves in.” Then to my relief the woman walked off to haunt some other part of the house.

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