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    Runt of the Litter – (Chapter: 8. Actor's Mask)

    Story written on August 17, 2011 by Tear-Storming Sea.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.lf.beardesk.com/?p=20439
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    Can a delayed, epileptic Ashley win Spencer Carlin’s heart? Give thanks to those who begrudge us.

    8. Actor’s Mask

    Spencer and I don’t talk much anymore. It’s not a big deal. I’ve survived without her, and I can continue to do so. I’m not even a people person. I’ve got Talise and my father, and that’s good enough. So, I’m not popular, but I’m so out of the loop that nobody can actually hate me. It’s sad but not overwhelmingly tragic.

    "Put the vacuum away, Ashley," my mother shouts even though I’m barely six feet away. Sighing, I start winding up the cord while she bustles off to the kitchen. Just as I’m finishing up, I hear, "Ashley! I need you to wipe the bathroom floor." Tiredly, I start up the stairs. My entire day has been spent in sanitizing and random furniture re-arranging. This is what Thanksgiving does to you. The extended family of Christine Woods is a fearsome thing. Even Joe is harassed into mopping the kitchen floor.

    On my way to the bathroom, I pass Ben lugging a box full of decorations up from the basement. He’s too short to see over the top of it and keeps bumping into things. Swearing, he totters towards the door and promptly slams into Waldo, who was talking over his shoulder to Kyla. The resulting chaos is hilarious, but I am forced to scurry away when I hear my mother making her way over.

    "There you are, Wallace!" One of my aunts (my mother’s older sister) sweeps Waldo up in a hug. The living room is full of aunts, uncle, cousins, step-’s of all the aforementioned, family friends, and one grandmother.

    I hate them all.

    Okay, I only hate one or two of them particularly, but I detest having all these people over.

    Becky, Joe’s younger sister, is busy trying to get her spoiled daughter to sit still. Like mother like daughter. The little brat, Bianca, starts wailing and interrupts the greeting process. Her father tries to bribe her with candy. As she shakes her head wildly, her brown curls go flying. Everyone is quick to assure her parents that no harm was done and coos over her messy hair.

    Talise is having a conversation with Joe’s college buddy’s son. Irritation continually flicks across her face as she watches the awkward creature that is our family blunder around the room. She throws me a forced smile and rubs her face tiredly.

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