Theresa Grows Up

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Theresa is forced to grow up after the unexplained death of her beloved father.

Submitted: July 30, 2011

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So much can be said in the silence of the lips.

 

The eyes say what needs to be said: often so eloquently, so scathingly, so very to the point. Yes, the eyes have it.

Theresa, never before seeming to possess a thought of her very own, has been forced to think, to act, and that without reservation. She was such a child in a number of ways, but her father's brutal execution turned her into an adult overnight. The physical comfort and security of her home could not, of itself, assuage the emptiness she felt, that of herself and of the cavernous mansion that she and Mother, bereft of father and husband, now occupied alone.

As Renata approached Theresa, breaking into her daughter's troubled reverie, she put her cold hand upon Theresa's shoulder. She hadn't the emotional capacity to embrace and comfort her daughter wordlessly, as a normal mother might do. Yet, strangely, the readily confident and glib woman had no words. If there had been any, they would have stuck in her throat. Theresa turned around, looked into her mother's eyes and said nothing.

The inwardly distraught but poised Mrs. Gettleman sought sympathy from Theresa with her eyes. Traits such as compassion and mercy, typical of any decent human being, were scarcely spiritual waters deep within the well of Renata's soul.

Theresa's awakened eyes saw fear in those of her mother. So unnatural, so untypical for the woman who plowed her way through every obstacle, challenge and person who stood their own shaky ground against her. With her right hand, warm and utterly feminine, Theresa firmly grasped and removed her mother's hand, still upon her left shoulder, this bold gesture a silent declaration that never more would they touch ...

Nor speak.

Miss Gettleman has left her childhood home for the last time, never to return. The shell of a woman, ghostly in pallor, stands motionless on an upstairs landing and stares at the street below ...

Through a darkened pane....

 


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