CHAPTER TWO
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
Love is whatever you can still betray… Betrayal can only happen if you love.
–John le Carré
My, oh my, I’ve seen Rick’s type; I was married to one myself. It’s as if Rick and Bob were cast from the same mold. Of course I’m privy to so much where I reside today, but I must say, I’m still shocked.
I shudder at what is to come and a bit miffed with myself that I wasn’t more forthcoming with Deborah as she grew up. My constant reminder to her, about history repeating itself if we don’t pay close attention to it, was just plain silly because I refused to mention what that history was exactly. That belief I had, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all,” is really causing a problem. Plus, it’s kept Deborah so confused. Honestly, I wish I could live my life all over again.
But never mind. I’ll get her through this along with the prize I’ve sent her, Larry. I shan’t let her down now.
Winifred Clare Kaseberg Breuner
1909-1970
Honestly Winnie, how many times did I tell you that you should have told Deborah the truth? I’ve been gone a lot longer than you, and I’ve had to watch both of you for years. Never mind those other family members of yours. They amount to nothin’ in my book…haven’t and never will. Now why would I sit around in a wheel chair all day, praying with my rosary beads, as I did when I was alive at the ranch? Because I was praying you’d tell Deborah the truth.
I almost told her myself when she’d come over to my small ranch apartment and brush my long grey hair. But she was only four years old. Now just look at the mess she’s in. You and your, “If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all,” or however you used to rehearse this. I think you used the word, “atoll.” That’s my sweet Winnie and her special Magna Cum Laude English words. Pretty words don’t cover up a bunch of poop, Winnie dear. If you know something, share it no matter how poopie.
Never mind Winnie, we’ll both help our sweet Deborah. But don’t expect to hear from me all that much – I’m old now even by heavens’ standards.
By the way, Deborah’s going to find my beautiful cross soon, tucked away in a box. She’ll know I’m thinking of her then.
Great Auntie Winifred Regina Kaseberg
1880-1956