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What We Hear
©2010 Rebecca Rhielle
As they were clearing the dishes from lunch, Markie popped back in. She didn’t say anything, but Sadie could feel her in the room. Stopping to tilt her head, Sadie earned a confused look from her partner.
“Who is it?” Gale asked matter-of-factly.
Sadie was momentarily distracted from Markie’s presence by an overwhelming feeling of gratitude.
How many people get to live their lives with someone who accepts them so completely? I am a very lucky woman.
Aloud, she answered, “Markie. But it’s strange…she’s not saying anything. I know she’s there, though.” Shaking her head, Sadie called to her.
“Markie? What is it? You’re back awfully soon…everything okay?”
Gale patted her hand and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she said. “I’ll be up in my studio if you need me.”
Sadie was barely aware of her exiting the kitchen. She was too confused by Markie’s uneasy silence. Moving back to the table and taking a seat, she tried to talk to the girl again.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me, you know. After this afternoon I’m not sure anything will come as much of a surprise.”
Her attempt at humor fell flat, and she almost fell off her chair as the faint figure of a girl appeared across the table from her.
Mouth agape, she sat staring at the apparition. Sure, she had heard the spirits all her life, but had never actually seen one!
What the hell…?
Markie’s huge brown eyes were focused sadly on Sadie.
“I do have something to tell you, Sadie. It’s good that you’re sitting down, I guess.”
Her words should have gotten Sadie’s attention, but at the moment it was focused on her appearance instead. Short brown hair swung just below Markie’s chin, and she was still dressed in the worn blue t-shirt and faded jeans she must have had on at her death. She had freckles, which surprised Sadie a bit, because Markie didn’t seem like the freckly type. Forcing herself to rein in her thoughts, she finally responded.
“I’m sorry…I’ve just never seen…I mean, I didn’t know…”
“It’s okay. We don’t usually see the point in showing ourselves. Besides, it takes a lot of energy, and we don’t really look like this anyway. We’re all spirit, so it’s more like an amoeba than anything else.”
A small smile touched the corners of her thin mouth, but it faded quickly.
“Sadie, I need to tell you something, and it’s not easy for me,” she started to explain.
Sadie was still contemplating the thought of an afterlife full of amoebas, but she tried to concentrate.
“Okay, honey. What is it? I can see it’s upsetting you, so just let it out.”
“Well, you remember how I had to take off a little while ago? Because of the new spirit and all?”
“Yes,” Sadie answered patiently.
“That new spirit was…I mean, he is…oh, stars, I don’t know how to say this…”
As Sadie watched the girl fumble for words, her skin began to tingle with apprehension. Somehow, she knew whatever came out of Markie’s mouth was not going to be good news.
Her spirit appeared to take a deep breath, then blurted it out in one quick word as only teenagers can.
It took Sadie a moment to break apart and process what Markie had said, but when she did the tingles became waves of disbelief that flooded through her.
“Uncle Harold? My uncle Harold?” she managed to squeak.
But that’s impossible! I just spoke to him a week ago! I mean, sure…he wasn’t the picture of health, but who is? There must be some mistake.
“I’m not mistaken, Sadie,” she answered sadly. Her form began to shimmer and then just disintegrated. “I’m sorry,” her now-disembodied voice rang out. “It just takes too much to stay solid like that.”
Tears welled in Sadie’s eyes. Her uncle was one of those people whose voice could fill an entire room, and whose stories could always make her laugh. He was one of the lucky ones who lived life with joy and love, someone who was actually happy to be here on this planet, and always brightened any space he occupied. The idea that he could be gone from this world was intolerable to Sadie. And incomprehensible.
But she had come to know Markie quite well over the past few years, and she knew the girl wouldn’t lie to her…especially about something like this. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and tried to focus on logistics.
“So, if you helped him, then he’s okay now, right?”
Markie’s tone brightened considerably. “Oh, yeah. He’s got everyone in Admin rolling right now. He’s quite the storyteller!”
Sadie had to laugh, despite the pain in her heart. That he is, indeed.
“And he’s already caused a hilarious uproar in Acquisitions, too. We get to choose the physical form we take when we visit this side, and most of us choose our regular selves. That makes it easier for our loved ones to recognize us, you see…whenever they actually let down their walls and see us, that is. But your uncle!”
Markie laughed loud. “He agreed that taking the physical form he had in life would be the best choice, but he absolutely insisted that be given a full head of thick hair, and a specially-made jersey that has the Texas Longhorn logo on the front and the Houston Astros logo on the back! With sweatpants and house shoes, of all things! He said he died in a hospital johnny, and that if the shock of one of his family members seeing his ghost didn’t kill them, the shock of seeing his bare ass hanging out surely would! I swear Sadie, I haven’t laughed that much in years!”
Her voice turned solemn again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of something so tragic.”
But Sadie was smiling and laughing, too. “I’m sad, Markie, yes. Of course I am. But I am also glad to hear that he’s the same old Harold he always was, and that he’s still making people laugh. That was his most favorite thing.”
“Oh!” Markie exclaimed. “I forgot to tell you…Harold also said that he would only hang around his Spirit Space if they piped in show-tunes and doo-wop music.” She laughed out loud again. “Can you imagine their faces? I mean, we all get to pick out the décor and stuff for our Space, but show-tunes and doo-wop? From a big man like that? I tell you, they’re really getting a kick out of him over there.”
Sadie grinned again. But the reality of the situation was beginning to descend on her.
I’m never going to get to hug him again, or hear him poke fun at me. I’ll never see those baggy sweatpants and slippers shuffling into a family gathering. Anger bubbled inside her.
This isn’t fair! We weren’t done with him! I want him back – here – not there. We’re his family, not them! Dammit-all-to-hell, how did this happen?
Markie answered her last thought.
“He hit his head, Sadie. It was bad, and he tried to hang on, but you have to understand that his Spirit was out even before he passed away. He didn’t hurt, and he wasn’t afraid. In fact, he thought the whole thing was kinda cool, like a movie or something. Well, that’s what he told me, anyway.” She paused for a moment.
“I know you’ll miss him, Sadie,” she said quietly. “But he’s happy now, please believe me. He has no pain, no fear. What he does have is hair, comfy slippers, and supernaturally piped-in doo-wop music. And he seems quite content with his afterlife. So please don’t be angry. He tried to hang on for all of you because he loved you guys so much, but it was time.”
Sadie didn’t know what to say. She heard Markie’s words…she even believed them. But it didn’t stop the hurt from pounding through her body with a sickening rhythm.
Markie spoke up again. “Hey, I know…once he gets settled in, I’ll bring him to see you. Would that be okay?”
“Oh, yes,” Sadie said, hope blooming in her heart a little. “Oh, please. Do that. When do you think it will be? How soon?”
“Pretty soon. He’s adjusting rather well, I would say. Speaking of, I really need to get back. Are you sure you’ll be alright, Sadie?”
“Yeah,” she answered, although she wasn’t. “You just go take care of my uncle.”
“Will do!” the girl called out. “I’ll check in later, okay?”
Sadie turned suddenly in the direction of Markie’s voice.
“Oh – and Markie?”
“Thank you. For everything.”
“No problem. I’ll be back soon!”
Sadie felt Markie’s presence leave the room.
Alone with this new knowledge, and struggling to comprehend a world without Harold in it, she laid her head down on the table.
And she cried.
**In loving memory of Hal Corley, 7/26/46 – 9/10/2010…beloved father, husband, uncle, grandfather, brother-in-law, co-worker, friend, and fellow traveler on this journey. I really hope you got your hair back, man. We love you.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
What We Hear
©2010 Rebecca Rhielle
“Now then, Mrs. Davis,” Sadie said as they sipped their tea, the picture safely covered. “Is there anything else you want to know from your daughter?”
The woman considered for a moment. “Yes,” she said finally, setting down her cup. “I want to know what happened the day she passed on.”
It was all Sadie could do to keep from rolling her eyes.
“We’ve been over this, Noreen,” she said patiently. “The spirits don’t like to talk about their deaths. They let that pain and fear go when they cross over.”
“I am not interested in her pain and fear,” Mrs. Davis snapped, then quickly changed her tone, voice becoming sickly sweet. “I mean, of course I care about her feelings –“
“Yeah, right,” Markie interjected.
“– but what I really want to know is what she was doing on that side of town to begin with. And at that time of night! I think I deserve an explanation at the very least. After all, can you imagine how embarrassing it was for me when the officer came to my door? I told him there must have been a mistake – my daughter was sound asleep in her bed! But lo and behold, he was right. I was so humiliated.” She sniffled again, reaching for her hanky.
Sadie was floored. At the time this woman was told her daughter was dead, her thoughts were all for her own embarrassment.
“Welcome to my life,” said Markie ruefully. “Now you see why I like being dead so much?”
I understood that the moment I met her, honey.
“So I think,” Noreen went on, “that I deserve to know the truth of what she was doing that night.” She paused for a moment, staring at Sadie with a haughty expression.
“Well, let’s have it, then!”
This is just not worth the money. I think I’d rather live under a bridge.
“Okay, Mrs. Davis. Just give me a minute to talk to Markie.”
Mentally she reached out the girl, asking for something – anything – to tell this woman. Strangely, her question was answered with silence.
Markie? Are you still here?
“Yeah, I’m here.” Her voice was sullen, and Sadie was immediately sorry that she had put her on the spot like this.
I can just make something up, you know. She’ll never know the difference.
“No,” Markie replied. “Might as well tell her now, maybe it will get rid of her for good.”
Sadie’s brow furrowed in confusion, and she noticed Noreen staring.
“What? What is it? Did she give you a good reason for why she humiliated me like that?”
“You know what?” Markie spat angrily. “Fine, you want the reason? I’ll give you the reason. I was visiting my girlfriend!”
It should have been a no-brainer for Sadie to accept this, but it shocked her beyond words.
“So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Noreen,” the girl added venomously.
Um, Markie? Just so we clarify…you mean a girlfriend as in…?
“As in I was in love with her. As in her kiss was the only thing that made life with this harpy bearable. As in girlfriend.” Markie explained.
Noreen was watching her expectantly, and Sadie was wrestling with what she should tell her. The truth? It would get rid of her, that much she was relatively sure of. But could she really sully Markie’s memory like that?
“I don’t care, Sadie,” came Markie’s soft reply. “I’m happy. I know who I was, I know who I am. I don’t need her approval.”
Sadie was touched by the girl’s strength, and awed at her confidence. Then again, she was dead. Not much to fear after that I suppose.
Smiling, mostly because she realized it would be the last time she saw this horrible woman, Sadie decided to tell her the truth. The whole truth.
“Markie said she was visiting her girlfriend.”
Not comprehending, Noreen looked confused. “But she can see her friends during the daytime. Why would she sneak out just to visit one of them?”
Sadie shook her head. “No, Mrs. Davis. Her girlfriend. As in lover, partner, soulmate. Girlfriend.”
Her smile grew wider as she watched the woman process the information, her mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.
“But…but… That can’t be right! My daughter was not a…les…les…”
“The word is lesbian, Noreen. And it seems that she was.”
“That is sick!” the woman screamed, standing up suddenly. “It is a sin in the eyes of the Lord. A first-class ticket to hell!”
“I’ll save you a seat,” Markie laughed.
Sadie laughed too. What did she have to lose now? “I think not, Mrs. Davis. Markie hasn’t mentioned a single thing about eternal fire or torturing demons.”
“I cannot believe you are making light of this,” the woman said seriously. “It is no laughing matter. My daughter is damned for all eternity because of this…sick perversion!”
Now Sadie just sighed. “Um, didn’t I just say she was not surrounded by the fires of hell?”
Noreen was pacing back and forth across the room.
“If she thought she was embarrassed before…” Markie said wickedly.
It seems the woman was thinking along the same lines. She turned to Sadie sharply, her eyes feverish.
“How much will it take for you to never let this get out? I’ll pay whatever you ask.”
Disgusted, Sadie shook her head. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs. Davis. And I will not take hush money from you.”
Noreen’s face colored with anger. “Fine, then. Spread your nasty little rumor. No one will believe you anyway. I am an upstanding member of society, my church, and the Quilting Guild. Do you really think they’ll take some dried-up old maid’s word against mine? A woman who couldn’t find a man to put up with her, so she lives with her sister and talks to dead people?”
She laughed cruelly. “Your word will be no good against mine, so go ahead and try it. I, for one, am done with this whole business.”
“Yippee!” shouted Markie, and Sadie laughed again.
“Well by all means, let me show you out, Mrs. Davis.”
She followed the woman as she stomped down the stairs, then paused with her hand on the doorknob.
“Oh, one more thing, Noreen,” she said sweetly.
“What?” the woman bit off.
“Gale? She’s not my sister. She’s my partner. As in lover, girlfriend, soulmate. Partner.”
The look on the elder woman’s face was worth every penny she would lose. Caught somewhere between astonishment and fury, Noreen grabbed at the door handle and let herself out, scurrying down the walkway.
“Have a great day, Mrs. Davis!” Sadie called out as she closed the door.
“Woohoo!” Markie yelled. “If you could see me right now, you’d know I’m doin’ a happy dance!”
“Uh, oh,” came Markie’s voice again. “Gotta fly. Someone just kicked the bucket, and I’m up for orientation. Thank you, Sadie. Seriously. You just made my afterlife. I’ll come visit later after I get the newbie settled. Give Gale a big smooch for me!”
And with that, she was gone, off to help a new soul through those first furious moments after death.
Gale appeared in the foyer, smiling wickedly.
“Hey, baby. How’d it go? Did she like the tea tray?”
Sadie laughed again, pulling her close, and planting a big, wet kiss right on her lips.
Pulling back, her partner grinned wide. “Well. To what do I owe that pleasure?”
“A very brave little spirit named Markie,” Sadie answered, proud of the girl…and of herself. “Now, how about some lunch?”
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
What We Hear
©2010 Rebecca Rhielle
Pulling open the door, Sadie’s vision was filled with the wonder that was Noreen Davis. She was dressed in a dark, navy blue skirt set, with pearls at her neck and wrist. A navy blue pillbox hat rested atop her perfectly coiffed hair, completing the Jackie O look. Added to all of that were her impeccably manicured nails and sensible pumps. Navy blue, of course.
She was clutching a handkerchief in her left hand, already blotting at her eyes, though Sadie could see she had clearly not been crying.
“Hello, Mrs. Davis,” she said cordially.
“Hello, Sadie,” came the sniffling reply.
“Hello, Harpy,” Markie chimed in brightly, causing Sadie to fight down a grin.
“Won’t you come in?” she asked the elder woman.
“Yes, thank you,” Noreen answered, voice quivering.
It was all Sadie could do to not roll her eyes. Academy Awards, here she comes.
She heard Markie giggle at her thought.
Together they walked up the stairs to Sadie’s office, Noreen taking a seat in one of the plush club chairs as Sadie shut the door behind them.
Sitting across from the woman in the other chair, Sadie began their session.
“What is it you are wanting to know today, Noreen?”
“Well,” she sniffed. “I just know Markie’s been trying to contact me. You know how it is…certain songs come on the radio, signs that I’ve passed by on the road. Why, just this morning I heard a commercial for the Almand Center. You know – that place downtown that helps out wayward teens? And I knew, I just knew it was Markie trying to tell me how much she wished she could have turned her life around before she passed on.”
“Oh good grief,” Markie said. “Don’t they have medication for delusional people now, Noreen?”
Shushing the girl mentally, Sadie spoke aloud to Mrs. Davis.
“Now, Noreen, we’ve talked about misinterpreting signs before, remember? Sometimes the mind wants to believe something so badly that it latches on to anything that could support its theory.”
In an instant, the woman’s demeanor changed. “I do not pay you to tell me what I am doing wrong, girl. I pay you to talk to my daughter. So let’s get on with it.” Her mouth set itself into a firm line, the handkerchief routine all but forgotten.
Sadie sighed inwardly. Not for the first time, she wondered why she couldn’t have just gone into something simple, like brain surgery.
“Okay, Mrs. Davis. Let me see what I can do. Did you bring something of Markie’s for me to hold?”
Of course this was completely unnecessary, but Noreen had insisted that this was the way psychics did it on television, therefore it was the way Sadie was to do it, too.
Fishing through her purse (navy blue), Mrs. Davis brought out an elaborate cameo necklace.
Sadie could hear Markie chuckling. “That thing wasn’t mine. I never even touched it! She gave it to me for my fourteenth birthday. I left it in the box and shoved it in a drawer behind my underwear.”
Trying desperately to maintain her composure, Sadie took the item from Noreen, holding it in her left hand and pretending to concentrate. After a few moments she opened her eyes, telling the woman her daughter was now here.
“Ask her if it was her giving me all those signs. Ask her if she wanted to tell me she wished she could change,” Mrs. Davis asked greedily, eyes hungry for validation.
“No, and no,” came Markie’s reply.
Reminding herself how much she needed the money, Sadie worked up a smile and told Noreen, “Well, she says she has been trying to communicate with you.”
“I knew it!” the woman shouted. “Didn’t I tell you? I know my daughter, Ms. Johnson. I told you not to question me on that. See how wrong you were?”
Before she could reply, there was a knock at the door, and Gale entered with a tray full of tea things. As she placed it on the small square table between the chairs, Sadie was mortified to see it was one of her art pieces…the one with the Greek urn design around the edges and women enjoying various sex acts illustrated in the middle. Shooting a sharp glance at her partner, Sadie had to smile a little at the knowing wink Gale shot back as she shut the door.
Mrs. Davis picked up the teapot and began to pour. Much to Sadie’s chagrin, Noreen was studying the center of the tray.
“Is that…?” she asked, confused.
Laughter echoed again in Sadie’s head.
“She wouldn’t know what to do with that if she had a handbook,” Markie said.
“Why don’t you let me pour,” Sadie interrupted quickly. “It’s only proper for the hostess to serve the guest, after all.”
She reached for the teapot, surreptitiously pushing the cream pitcher with her elbow into the middle of the tray to cover the pictures.
“Well,” Noreen answered with a demure smile, “you do have a point. Sugar please, no cream.”
Thanking the gods for small favors, Sadie poured.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
What We Hear
©2010 Rebecca Rhielle
Sliding her key into the lock, Sadie was surprised to see the door swing in, open and clearly not secured. Cautiously she pushed it open further, trying to peek inside. Arnold had disappeared, embarrassed, somewhere between the nursing home and here, or she would have sent him ahead to scope out any danger.
A figure darted by the door, and her momentary panic dissolved as she recognized the bright colors and efficient stalk of the figure. Stepping into her entryway, she had to smile as she watched her partner in a flurry of activity.
“Oh, hi honey,” Gale said over her shoulder. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I imagine not,” Sadie laughed. “The door was wide open!”
Gale turned to look at her sheepishly “Oh, dear. I’m sorry, love. I must have forgotten.”
Sadie never could be truly upset with her partner of nine years, especially since she was well aware of Gale’s absent-minded artist’s ways.
“Is that your new piece?” she remarked, referring to the huge, blindingly blue sun-shaped object Gale was holding. Tilting her head slightly, Sadie tried to take in the sculpture. There were figures in various states of undress painted onto the outer ring in bright orange, and a bulbous mirror-type thing in the middle. She shook her head slightly. I never will understand art.
“Yes!” Gale beamed at her. “I call it “Passion of the Sun”. What do you think?”
After so many years together, Sadie had more than enough flubs under her belt to have been trained to the right answer. “I think it’s unique … and very thought provoking,” she answered.
“I knew you would get it!” Gale rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek. “Now run on upstairs and I’ll fix you some tea. Your first client of the day will be here in fifteen. Oh – and if you find the picture wire up there, bring it down, will you? I want to mount this in the entryway.”
She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Sadie halfway up the stairs in resigned despair. The entryway? Of their house? Really?
Ah, well, Sadie told herself. It makes her happy. Learn to pick your battles, lady.
Then she was up the stairs and into her office, organizing things for her first client of the day. Checking her notes, she saw that it was Noreen Davis and groaned aloud.
The woman came in at least once a month, if not twice, trying to reach her daughter who had died in a car accident four years prior. And Sadie just couldn’t bring herself to tell Noreen that Markie was much happier in her afterlife than she was in this one.
The girl visited her often, and was honestly delighted with her status as a Spirit. She even had a job, helping the newly-deceased adjust to the Spirit Realm.
While on this plane, she had suffered from an overbearing mother who obsessed over clothes, her hair, her friends, her path in life … everything, really. Noreen was determined to live vicariously through her daughter, and it made Markie miserable. All she wanted was acceptance and love from her mother, neither of which she ever truly received, instead only garnering criticism and resentment.
Sadie took a deep breath as the doorbell rang, and went down to meet Mrs. Davis. Markie arrived about the same time, traveling with Sadie down the staircase.
“Well,” the teenager said, “let’s go let the old bat in.”
Chuckling, Sadie reached for the doorknob. “Okay, Markie. Here we go again!”