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The trouble with being a deep thinker, as Lil had called me, was that I always second guessed myself and thought that maybe I had made a mistake. The changes I was making to my thinking and my life were huge and these took their inevitable toll.
The next couple of days, I felt more and more guilty about what I had done with Lil and what I had started at the fort with Chris and Tommy. What if Ginny or Jason freaked out about it? Where would that leave the fort and the rest of us?
Lil was studying for her tests and I had school sports every afternoon, so we only saw each other at night when we were both tired. Pa constantly loomed over us looking for any excuse to pound us so there was no time or place to talk it over.
I kind of avoided Brandon and Tommy because I felt guilty for starting something that could destroy the fort we had all worked so hard to find.
Saturday morning came and Pa drove me and Lil to the bus station early in the morning. After waiting what seemed like a lifetime, we at last saw Ma come out of the Greyhound. We were so happy to see her, we hugged her so tight for so long that Pa had to pull us off her. She was crying tears of joy to see us too.
Ma cooked up a storm and made us a slap-up breakfast. This was very well received as Pa was no cook and we had been living on cereal and frozen meals for the past week. Around the breakfast table in the kitchen, for once in a long while, it was like we were a normal family again.
About half way through breakfast, talk around the table turned to Ma's visit to her sister, Aunt Dorothy. Ma said that Dorothy was not doing well. It had been a bad time for Ma as Dorothy was her only remaining family member, besides us of course. The news was that Dorothy was to go to a hospice, where she was expected to die from her breast cancer. We all liked Aunt Dorothy. She was always kind to us kids and had brought us toys whenever she came to visit. We all felt sad and helpless.
Just then, Pa got this weird look on his face and then yelled at Ma that she didn't have enough faith and that is why Dorothy was going to die. He called her an unworthy wife and a weak woman. He grabbed his plate of half eaten breakfast and threw it at Ma. She ducked and the plate shattered on the counter behind her, splashing shards of plate and food scraps everyplace.
Pa stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed his golf bag and keys, slammed the front door going out of the house, got in the car, gunned the engine down the drive and was gone. Ma was initially stunned and just stared at the closed door for a minute and then she began to cry softly. She cried for the rest of the day.
I stayed in my room the whole of Saturday. I couldn't face going to the fort when it might all fall apart and I felt guilty about leaving Ma when she was in such a bad state. I also felt like I was going to burst if I had to deal with any more emotions.
Even though I was in the same house, I avoided Ma. I just kind of read a book, but my mind was really in limbo. After I reached the last page, I hadn't the slightest clue what the book had been about. Yeah, I was being selfish, I know. Lil stayed with Ma and I was grateful for that.
That night, Pa was still at the club and he now often stayed past midnight drinking at the bar with his golfing and church cronies. Lil came into my room and closed the door and sat next to me on my bed.
"What's up, Brandon? You've been acting weird again today," she quizzed gently.
"I feel messed up, Lil. Ma has Aunt Dorothy to worry about and her marriage with Pa seems to be on the rocks. I also think I messed up when I said we should go naked in the fort. What if it freaks out Ginny and Jason? What then? I can't live with myself if it causes the fort to come to an end and I can't live with myself thinking that the church has won either if we can't do it," I said starting to cry.
"You worry too much. It'll be fine. You'll see," comforted Lil, hugging my shoulders.
"I don't see it, Lil. I feel everything is getting out of control. I messed up," I responded sadly.
Lil sat down on the bed next to me and put her arm over my shoulders. She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "You think too deep. Leave it to me, little brother," she said, "Just be at the fort tomorrow afternoon at 2:00pm, ok? Promise?"
I looked at her and after reaching a decision after a moment, I said, "Well, if I stuffed up, the sooner I know, the better. Yeah, I'll be there."