family matters by phoenix.writing

3 Oct

Marcy was giddy.  Sitting at the table with June and Iain, she felt as though she was meeting a complete stranger—in the best possible way, because every meeting so far had been rife with all of Iain’s dislike and distrust of her.

She had thought that June was being unrealistically optimistic.  Marcy hadn’t been able to imagine how they were possibly all going to get along.  June had insisted that Iain was stubborn like his father.  She had insisted that if they give it enough time, Iain would come around.  She had insisted that they had no reason to dislike one another and a very good reason to be amiable.

Marcy had decided that June was out of her mind when she had suggested that they could introduce her simply as a friend and go from there, nothing simpler.  Marcy had started thinking that there was no coming around for Iain’s kind of stubborn and it would be a great deal safer for everyone if she stopped imposing.

Only the knowledge of how unhappy that would make June had given her pause.

And as it turned out, June seemed to know her son pretty well, although Marcy could not fathom what had happened to the man to turn him into this person who was so utterly different from the one that she had spent almost two months having weekly tea with and dreading each and every occasion after that first one had gone so disastrously wrong.

Yet it turned out that he was witty and funny and charming when he wanted to be.  He hadn’t just improved his disposition, he had even apologized for the past bad behaviour and said that he had no defence other than that he was an ass sometimes.  What could she possibly do but laugh and forgive him?

He had a smile that was infectious, and it was quite clear even without Marcy having the slightest idea what had happened that he was in a state that approached blissful, and he didn’t seem hesitant to show her any of that, to include her in this good humour.

He was truly delighted, and since he was smiling all the time ad laughing all the time and behaving like a gentleman in a way that she would never have anticipated, Marcy couldn’t seem to help but let some of her own elation show, to stop trying to keep in that bubbling joy.  She ignored that little part of her that was warning that it was too soon to hope like this, that whatever had happened to him was clearly external to the three of them and therefore really had very little to do with her, very little to do with real acceptance of her, and it could therefore come crashing down around her ears at any moment.  She was too old to hope like this, middle-aged and not a child any longer….

But the little get-together had started to feel like something a family would do in a way that Marcy had longed for far too long, and she could not seem to help her imagination from running away with her.

June was smiling a lot more, too, perhaps a little smugly, but then, she was the one who had always insisted that this was going to work out right in the end, that Marcy had as much right to be here as Iain and he was simply going to have to get used to it.

Marcy wasn’t so sure that she would go quite that far, but she definitely like the change in behaviour and thought that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t going to turn into an unmitigated disaster.

And then June spoke.

“Iain, I think you have the right to know why Marcy is really here.”

Iain looked immediately suspicious—who wouldn’t after words like that—and Marcy had only just got her mouth open to protest—though she wasn’t sure what she could possibly say—when June continued.

“Marcy is my daughter.”


We met June, Marcy, and Iain previously in Defence Mechanisms.


2 Responses to “family matters by phoenix.writing”

  1. ingridfnl October 3, 2010 at 11:34 pm #

    *Gasp*… I did not expect that at all… Oh! Poor Marcy! Oh my…

  2. juleshg October 9, 2010 at 4:49 pm #

    Wow! Just, wow!

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