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The dark-haired boy roared with laughter, hands on his thighs.
I slapped Susan’s face so hard that her pretty cheek pinkened and her pretty mouth made an outraged “Oh!” Then I took Louise’s hand and together we marched away.
I grew up, but sometimes it seemed nobody noticed. I studied biochemistry and got a job with a pharmaceutical firm. Louise charmed everyone she met, especially the other staff at the supermarket where she helped to pack shelves. My parents hyped her achievements and downplayed mine. I bit my cheek and pretended it didn’t matter.
Then I met Sean. We both liked Indian food and French movies, and laughed at the same jokes. He bought me a green scarf, because he said the colour suited me. He always remembered the exact spot on the back of my neck where I liked to be kissed. And he was the first man I ever brought home to meet my parents.
My father dished out pork chops onto the good blue-and-white china plates, and then thought to ask Sean, “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”
“Oh no,” Sean assured him. “Pork chops good! Mmm!”
He rubbed his stomach and I started to laugh, but my parents just smiled politely. When Louise appeared at the doorway, she mumbled a shy “hi” before taking her seat.
We ate dinner in between awkward bursts of conversation. My father asked me to pass the butter, but I couldn’t see any on the table until my mother pointed to the fancy butter dish that I had not seen for many years. We didn’t often have visitors.
Then I heard my father say to Sean, “Can you dance? Louise is very good at dancing.”
A forkful of parsnip halted halfway to my mouth and a warning voice cracked in my head. teens secret sex in empty apartment No! Don’t make her dance like a trained monkey you can laugh at!
But after the dishes were cleared away and we retired to the sitting room to digest our lemon pie, my father invited Louise to choose the music she wanted to dance to. My parents had a double-column CD rack beside the stereo system, and my sister fingered each title slowly as she decided on her song.
I pulled Sean to the doorway out of earshot of my parents. “Why do they have to do this? Make her a show in front of people?”
“She doesn’t seem to mind.”
“But it’s embarrassing.”
“Julie, don’t be so uptight! Your parents and your sister are trying their best, but you’ve been so jumpy since I arrived it’s driving me mad. This isn’t like you! You need to get over your issues with Louise.”
I opened my mouth, but was too outraged to reply.
Louise held up a CD and announced, “This one!”
Sean moved away from me to sit beside my parents on the sofa. As the music started, my heart sank even further. It was the Fugees. blow jobs deep throught Killing Me Softly. Louise stretched out her arms and beckoned Sean to join her. She waved her hands from side to side and he moved awkwardly in a mirror of her.
I was still furious. fetish pregnancy sex How dare he give me grief about some “issues” I’m supposed to have with my sister! I love Louise. I would do anything for her. Is he suggesting I’m ashamed of her?
She swayed around the room and he followed. He slipped an arm around her waist and began to waltz. She laughed, but fell easily into step with him. They moved past the fireplace, the piano, the sofa where my parents sat, and the doorway where I stood fuming.
Okay, sometimes I had been embarrassed by her, by other people staring at her or trying not to stare. Sometimes I was frustrated by her clumsiness and slowness. Sometimes I resented that I always had to be the sensible and responsible one, while everybody would love her for her charm. How different my life would have been, were it not for Louise. How much easier.
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Later that night, I lay in a spare bed in Louise’s room and heard my sister breathe deeply. Sean was in the spare room; my parents were old-fashioned like that.
“Do you love him, Julie?” Louise whispered.
The slit between the curtains let in a chink of street light, outlining the wardrobe and shining faintly on the mirror, but she could not see me blush. “Very much,” I said.
“I like him. He’s nice.” The room was filled with a thick, hesitant hush before she continued. “I have a boyfriend as well, you know. His name is Jimmy. He likes to dance, too. We’ve been practising.”
Fortunately my face was hidden, because it tightened with alarm. Louise couldn’t have a boyfriend. She’s couldn’t handle a relationship. She was – well, not a child anymore, but I could hardly consider her an adult either. Or could I?
I felt that she was bothered by my lack of reply, so I ventured a question. “Is he…?”
“Yes,” she said. “He’s like me.” Then she turned over and went to sleep.
But I couldn’t sleep; my head was too bothered by questions and doubts. I pushed off the quilt and slipped out of the room, pyjama-clad. The top stair creaked as I crept downstairs. I found Sean in the kitchen, in that old grey T-shirt of his.
“Caught you!” I whispered close to his ear. He smelled so good.
He turned and smiled. “I was just going to have a glass of water.”
I sat at the table and he brought over two glasses.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should never have had a go at you like that.”
“No, you were right.” I reached across the table to place my hand over his. “Louise does drive me crazy sometimes. But she makes me happy at other times, so it evens out. I wouldn’t be without her.”
“It can’t have been easy, though.” His voice was soft and low in the half-light. “Growing up with her.”
“It wasn’t. And it won’t be easy, ever. You’ve seen the strain it’s put on my parents. And when they’re gone, she’ll be my responsibility alone.”
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Through the pine cross-frame of the window I could see a pale half-moon and a silver trail of cloud above the garden wall. Upstairs my sister Louise slept, dreaming perhaps of Jimmy, who also loved to dance.