This was the second assignment I submitted:
…But you’re somehow a part of my life
And you won’t go away (1)
Carly Simon’s voice continued as my clear soprano cracked and descended to a whisper. The dark barrier stretched within. My Friend’s arms held me in radiant warmth.
“She’s off key.”
I raised my head, peered through blurred eyes, wiped tears on my blue, shirt sleeve.
Verna stood with her back to the window. We did not respond. Her voice grew shrill, “She is.”
Sprawled across my bed, Kelli highlighted another sentence in her book, then looked up and said, “No she isn’t.” Her dark gaze caught and held Verna’s hazel eyes. Verna lowered her lashes. Kelli returned to her studies.
Verna muttered, “I can hear it even if you can’t.”
“Huh?” Diana, plopped down in the middle of the floor, pulled herself to her knees. “You’re tone deaf. You can’t even play a kazoo.”
We chuckled. I turned my eyes to the psychology text in my lap.
Verna opened the window and sniffed, “It smells like snow.”
Ama, twirling one of her many slender braids, uttered a breathy plea, “Verna, it’s cold. We have our French final tomorrow.” Verna shut the window and bounced towards her friend. The phone rang.
“Crazy coeds r us!” Nancy and I exhaled audibly. Kelli shook her head. “Meh-el,” Verna bleated, her smile gaped, her eyes like Claire’s had been whenever she lied and I got the beating. “It’s your fazher!”
I took the receiver. “Hello?”
“Who was that?” The man’s voice was audible throughout the room.
“Get a new one.”
Good, the censor commended. Keep it casual, relaxed.
“You don’t ask how I am?” he accused.
“I’m studying for a final,” my voice ascended on the final syllable.
Calm, the censor warned.
“You can pick up your ticket tomorrow.”
“Thanks. I’ll get it at the airport Wednesday.”
“Get it tomorrow.” His voice held the same menace as when he unbuckled his belt.
“I have finals every day.” My breath stopped. My heart began to pound. “The ticket is round-trip?!”
Don’t screech, the censor chided.
“Didn’t I say it would be?” I breathed. He continued, “Bring all your things back with you.”
“Why?” Pounding again.
“To keep them safe.” He used his this-world-is-a-sorry-place tone.
“My room and the dorm will be locked. No one can get in.”
“Bring everything anyway.” It was his prophecy-from-on-high voice. I had learned to ignore it when I was twelve.
“I have a final in the morning.”
“That scholarship doesn’t mean you know everything.”
“I have insurance.” The words were out before the censor stopped them. I ignored her indignant jolt. “I’ve got to go. Tell Matthieu I love him.”
I gently replaced the receiver so he wouldn’t ring back to rebuke me for slamming it down. Kelli’s eyes caught mine. She gave me a small, I’m-sorry smile. My shoulders ached. The barrier overshadowed me.
At the stereo, Nancy played an album that her elder sister had owned before she was killed by a drunk driver.
“Why does your fazher sound like…” Verna proceeded to articulate each word, “a raucous, old, French peasant?”
I breathed in through gritted teeth, “He’s not my father.” My lips were a tight line.
“He raised you,” in an innocent tone.
I shook my head.
Ama dropped her braid, propped her elbows on Verna’s desktop and told me, “Verna said he adopted you.”
“No.” Only Kelli, though she was not reading, kept her eyes on her book. I breathed out a defeated sigh.
Careful, the censor warned.
“I can’t find a birth certificate or adoption papers. There’s nothing.” The warmth of my Friend’s arms held the pieces of me together.
“Did you ask?” Diana’s voice held genuine interest but the weight grew heavier. “I don’t mean to pry,” she added in a gentle tone.
“This was his answer,” I pointed to the scar above my right eyebrow, shrugged one shoulder, and lowered my head to my book.
“You’re a foundling,” Verna crowed with delight. “Your parents abandoned you.”
“They didn’t!” Angry heat suffused my body. I glared at her, “I just don’t know what,” my forehead crumpled as the darkness bore down, “happened to them…” My eyes pleaded for answers I knew they did not have.
“What about you?” Nancy’s voice held unusual sharpness. “Your father abandoned you.”
“My parents divorced,” Verna said with pride.
“Your father still abandoned you,” Kelli told her.
Verna swung her head from side to side, found no one to support her cause. I lowered my eyes to my book as Janis Ian explained:
…I’m leaving a light on the stairs
No I’m not scared – I wait for you (2)
The barrier loomed within. I blinked away tears. My Friend pulled me closer.