I know this story is turning out to be very long but bear with me...Its
gonna get really good soon. Keep R&R. It really means a lot.
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"Moth-ER!" yelled Reeny. "Please come back to the real world." Roxie looked at her daughter, who looked back at her irritably. She laughed. "Don't sass me, Reeny!" "Sorry mama, but right now I can't afford to let you zone out in la-la land, wherever that may be for you. I need you. I'm really nervous."
Roxie looked over at Reeny and sighed. If I was only half as talented as her at that age...Oh God, or even at my finest hour. She thought. "Sweetie, you've been working night and day, its gonna be fine! Remember when you showed Mrs. Wrigley your act? She was so dazzled I thought she was gonna have kittens!" A small smile played on her daughter's lips.
"But mama, in front of all those people...I don't know if I can do it." Roxie gazed into her daughter's striking blue orbs, which any normal person could distinguish as a replica of her own. "Listen Reeny, you have more talent in your pinky finger than any of those two-bit plain Janes' do in their whole bodies. You'll do wonderful."
Reeny thought it was great to have a mother like Roxie, who was always there for her, and made her feel as though she could do anything. But sometimes that just wasn't enough. Oh it made Reeny feel horrible to think like that. Her mother bent over backwards to make her feel loved and accepted. She knew she was the one thing that gave her mother a reason to live. It was obvious she didn't care much for anyone or anything else. But the emptiness Reeny often felt in her soul was much more than a frivolous whim.
She was shy and always alone. Sure, at school she had a couple of gal pals to shoot the breeze with, and lately she had caught many a boy attempt to sneak a peak down her blouse at her newly developed girlishness. But her life demanded more than just gabbing and flirting, now. She had no one to trust, no one to reveal her deepest, most inner desires and dreams. And you just can't tell your mom everything all of the time.
Too bad I couldn't have been twins. Thought Reeny. As for feeling secure...She could take care of herself, and her mother most certainly could protect herself and her daughter. But growing up in the heart of Chicago, it would be nice to have more than two people in the family, God forbid anything ever happened to either one of them. Reeny shuddered at the thought. She didn't fret so much at the idea of anything happening to her, but the thought of her mother alone locked up like a gnome in their apartment, snuggling up to a bottle of gin and crying herself to sleep, sent a shiver up her spine.
All of a sudden passion ripped away at her heart and her face erupted in rage. Who was the son-of-a-bitch that did this to them? She wondered. Who left her and her mother to suffer and scrape all this time? For all the years Reeny wanted nothing more than to meet and embrace her father, now she wanted revenge.
But so many other musings began to flood her mind. Why do I have to care so much about somebody I've never met?! Somebody who did nothing but cause pain to my mother?! Somebody who probably left because of me...
Calm down, calm down, Reeny. Today's important. Don't get too riled up. She told herself. You gotta stay focused for the competition. She put the ugly thoughts out of her mind and decided on getting into the spirit.
"Hey Mama," she flashed her mom a kittenish grin. "THE NAME ON EVERYBODY'S LIPS IS GONNA BE--REENY!" sang Reeny. Her mother joined in grabbing her daughter's hand and skipping along the sidewalk exulting in the song she had taught her daughter almost a decade ago. "THE LADY RAKING IN THE CHIPS IN GONNA BE--REENY!"
The two merrily continued singing, dancing, and skipping along until they reached the corner of Southport Ave, where they could hear the clamoring crowd from the parking lot of the Athenaeum Theatre. "I guess this is it." Reeny gulped. "Jesus Reen, you sound like your making your last run down death row, or in my day we called it "Murderess Row." She winked. This made Reeny laugh and for a moment she forgot to be petrified. "You promise you're gonna watch?" "The whole time, never miss a trick." Replied her mother.
"Let's do it." Said Reeny, as they approached the theatre. With my mom behind me, I can't fail. She thought.
Roxie saw so much of herself in the benevolent Reeny, and had never before seen her look so determined. I MADE THAT. She thought. Astonished that she could be responsible for creating such a masterpiece of a human being, she smiled proudly. She was happy that she had done something right ...
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"Moth-ER!" yelled Reeny. "Please come back to the real world." Roxie looked at her daughter, who looked back at her irritably. She laughed. "Don't sass me, Reeny!" "Sorry mama, but right now I can't afford to let you zone out in la-la land, wherever that may be for you. I need you. I'm really nervous."
Roxie looked over at Reeny and sighed. If I was only half as talented as her at that age...Oh God, or even at my finest hour. She thought. "Sweetie, you've been working night and day, its gonna be fine! Remember when you showed Mrs. Wrigley your act? She was so dazzled I thought she was gonna have kittens!" A small smile played on her daughter's lips.
"But mama, in front of all those people...I don't know if I can do it." Roxie gazed into her daughter's striking blue orbs, which any normal person could distinguish as a replica of her own. "Listen Reeny, you have more talent in your pinky finger than any of those two-bit plain Janes' do in their whole bodies. You'll do wonderful."
Reeny thought it was great to have a mother like Roxie, who was always there for her, and made her feel as though she could do anything. But sometimes that just wasn't enough. Oh it made Reeny feel horrible to think like that. Her mother bent over backwards to make her feel loved and accepted. She knew she was the one thing that gave her mother a reason to live. It was obvious she didn't care much for anyone or anything else. But the emptiness Reeny often felt in her soul was much more than a frivolous whim.
She was shy and always alone. Sure, at school she had a couple of gal pals to shoot the breeze with, and lately she had caught many a boy attempt to sneak a peak down her blouse at her newly developed girlishness. But her life demanded more than just gabbing and flirting, now. She had no one to trust, no one to reveal her deepest, most inner desires and dreams. And you just can't tell your mom everything all of the time.
Too bad I couldn't have been twins. Thought Reeny. As for feeling secure...She could take care of herself, and her mother most certainly could protect herself and her daughter. But growing up in the heart of Chicago, it would be nice to have more than two people in the family, God forbid anything ever happened to either one of them. Reeny shuddered at the thought. She didn't fret so much at the idea of anything happening to her, but the thought of her mother alone locked up like a gnome in their apartment, snuggling up to a bottle of gin and crying herself to sleep, sent a shiver up her spine.
All of a sudden passion ripped away at her heart and her face erupted in rage. Who was the son-of-a-bitch that did this to them? She wondered. Who left her and her mother to suffer and scrape all this time? For all the years Reeny wanted nothing more than to meet and embrace her father, now she wanted revenge.
But so many other musings began to flood her mind. Why do I have to care so much about somebody I've never met?! Somebody who did nothing but cause pain to my mother?! Somebody who probably left because of me...
Calm down, calm down, Reeny. Today's important. Don't get too riled up. She told herself. You gotta stay focused for the competition. She put the ugly thoughts out of her mind and decided on getting into the spirit.
"Hey Mama," she flashed her mom a kittenish grin. "THE NAME ON EVERYBODY'S LIPS IS GONNA BE--REENY!" sang Reeny. Her mother joined in grabbing her daughter's hand and skipping along the sidewalk exulting in the song she had taught her daughter almost a decade ago. "THE LADY RAKING IN THE CHIPS IN GONNA BE--REENY!"
The two merrily continued singing, dancing, and skipping along until they reached the corner of Southport Ave, where they could hear the clamoring crowd from the parking lot of the Athenaeum Theatre. "I guess this is it." Reeny gulped. "Jesus Reen, you sound like your making your last run down death row, or in my day we called it "Murderess Row." She winked. This made Reeny laugh and for a moment she forgot to be petrified. "You promise you're gonna watch?" "The whole time, never miss a trick." Replied her mother.
"Let's do it." Said Reeny, as they approached the theatre. With my mom behind me, I can't fail. She thought.
Roxie saw so much of herself in the benevolent Reeny, and had never before seen her look so determined. I MADE THAT. She thought. Astonished that she could be responsible for creating such a masterpiece of a human being, she smiled proudly. She was happy that she had done something right ...