Solecism (under revision)

Chapter Six

Willy left the house at the age of 14. A year after Philly left. He had a fight with Mom and Dad. I never knew what it was about but I guessed that it was about him leaving like Margarette and Philly but they won't allow him because was too young. He wouldn’t talk to me about it, he never had the chance. I was the only one in the airport when he left.

"You will always be my little brother, no matter how tall you get."

 

            As usual, he was the first one to cry. His tears made mine break through the barriers. He was always there when I cried. I was always there when he cried. We cried together just like we laugh together. He wiped off my tears, then his. I kissed his cheek and he went off

Uncle Jason told me that being a perfectionist is not my talent. Philly may be intelligent but I was prudent, yet mischievous. Devious, I fool people to get what I want. I lie and nobody notices. Perspicacious, I notice things other people can’t at first sight. I was the most treacherous among the four.

The prudent devious perspicacious treacherous Katherine Beauvais

 

We stopped at the Whiteway Shopping Center. I got out of the car and thanked Mrs. Mary

“Oh sweetie, it’s no big deal. I had me a great time talkin’ to y’all” she replied cheerfully as she readies her things like she’s going on a war. I guess shopping in sales is easier than in conventions like the one she’s going to.

“Thanks again Mrs. Mary.” I looked at the mall, I haven’t been here in ages. “I have to go. I need to get my Nana a present” I started to walk away.

“Katherine,” Mrs. Mary muttered to herself. “now there’s a girl who surprises everyone, nobody would have guessed she’d be the one to stay.”

Yes, I’m the one who stayed the longest but I already walked out of that house and I’m not looking back.

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I’m holding a basket of pastries as I readied myself, to ring the doorbell.

            Maybe nobody is home? I peeked through the kitchen window and saw a figure of a boy with a blonde hair, his back to me. Before I can guess who the person is, the white wooden door opened.

            “Katherine?” a man’s voice called out. “Is that you?”

            “Hi, Uncle Jason” I beamed at him

            That was odd; Uncle Jason was at his thirties, 10 years younger than my dad. The boy in the kitchen looks like he was my age. He looked uncannily familiar-

            Uncle Jason gave me one of his bear hugs. One cannot breathe in his bear hugs.

            “I missed you too, Uncle Jason” I laughed.