“Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter or opportunity.”
The slogan by Euripides was splashed across the front of her daughter’s t-shirt. As per usual, the tee was two sizes too small. Not only did her heavy bosoms stretch the fabric to its limits, but they also created a sort of oblong divot in the ruffled panels stretching between the two points. The effect emphasized the generous gift God had given. The neckline was obscene, even by 1970’s standards, which was saying a lot. She imagined the slits in the back of the shirt were made by dragging a bare razor blade across the fabric panel as it was stretched over the back of their outdated toilet. She’d seen slash marks on the toilet seat cover the other day and wondered aloud, “What the what??”
Whatever way those slits had gotten on that tee, they exposed a Victoria’s Secret bra underneath that was having a tough time holding up under the strain. “What must that thing have cost her, fifty bucks? And where’d that money come from?” her mother wondered. She hoped she’d purchased it, and not just walked out in a moment when the clerk was otherwise occupied.
The girl chewed her gum, cracking and popping it with each downward stroke of her jowly jaw.
“I’m telling you, he’s creepy,” she said. “Every time I get near ‘im, he wants to give me a hug. Did you see him pet my head at the picnic? Like I’m some dog… No crap, he was petting the back of my head!!! She shivered a little shiver. “I swear, I can almost hear him lickin’ his lips as he moves in to take a squeeze. Ugh…Sleaze!”
The girl pulled at shorts that appeared painted onto her skin. Chubby legs labored under the pressure, as she squirmed out of the bench seat at her favorite eatery and tried to get comfortable with denim riding up her cheeks.
“This too shall pass,” her mother murmured to herself, “this, too, shall pass.” In the meantime, she’d keep her trap shut and her opinions to herself. Like the therapist always said, she needed to pick her battles wisely. An opportunity would come along, just like the t-shirt advertised, and then she’d speak her truth. Until then she’d be praying, a lot.