The Curse Of The Willards
It struck me. It really struck me and I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did believe; more now then ever before. How could I not believe it now. Here I am, in the Arizona desert walking my cat – miles away from any elevated plateaux and pow. Malignantly struck down by a falling watermelon. Laying here in the remnants of a juicy rhine I can't help but think back to what my mother had told me just after my father died.
“Japser” she said “I don't want to be the kind of mother who lies to her children. Where will it end Jasper? I am asking you?”
“I don't know mommy.” I said and I didn't. Who the hell knows what your parents are going on about even when your sixteen years old. I've driven her crazy I thought. I know why dad's gone; the old mans bought the farm.
“Look Jasper” she said “I know you you know your fathers dead. Lord help me but I don't know how he made it this long, honestly. Still Japser, there is something you need to know. Your father didn't just died, he was killed.”
“Huh?” I said. See that's the sort of thing I am talking about. When she talks like that I know I am responsible. I mean how in the hell could she have made it through life talking like that.
“Stop talking to the readers Jasper and listen to me. Your father was killed by a falling watermelon. They investigated and it didn't come out of any window or plane. It just fell out of a clear blue sky; but of course you know that now; it just happened to you.”
“mother?” her words were wavering in and out.
“Your father never had the straight story when his father died. Which is rather strange in if you ask me, since every male in his family has been killed that way dating back to the dark ages. Why in the hell he never told you about it himself is beyond me. I guess he didn't really believe it either when his mother told him. Now you know Jasper and I bet you're lying here thinking you should have told your son don't you. I bet your not even wearing clean underwear are you?“
“Oh shut up!” I shouted.
“Japser” she said “I don't want to be the kind of mother who lies to her children. Where will it end Jasper? I am asking you?”
“I don't know mommy.” I said and I didn't. Who the hell knows what your parents are going on about even when your sixteen years old. I've driven her crazy I thought. I know why dad's gone; the old mans bought the farm.
“Look Jasper” she said “I know you you know your fathers dead. Lord help me but I don't know how he made it this long, honestly. Still Japser, there is something you need to know. Your father didn't just died, he was killed.”
“Huh?” I said. See that's the sort of thing I am talking about. When she talks like that I know I am responsible. I mean how in the hell could she have made it through life talking like that.
“Stop talking to the readers Jasper and listen to me. Your father was killed by a falling watermelon. They investigated and it didn't come out of any window or plane. It just fell out of a clear blue sky; but of course you know that now; it just happened to you.”
“mother?” her words were wavering in and out.
“Your father never had the straight story when his father died. Which is rather strange in if you ask me, since every male in his family has been killed that way dating back to the dark ages. Why in the hell he never told you about it himself is beyond me. I guess he didn't really believe it either when his mother told him. Now you know Jasper and I bet you're lying here thinking you should have told your son don't you. I bet your not even wearing clean underwear are you?“
“Oh shut up!” I shouted.
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