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Show Motherlunge a novel 25 possessed. Well regulated. Independent. Dorothy had to agree: in the mornings, Pavia ate and got dressed by herself, fixed her hair herself (she had to get the aerodynamics exactly right, the pigtails angled downward and oriented to the back as if to suggest at a glance that she was going places), walked to school by herself. At the end of the day, she made her way home and unaided found Gilligan's Island reruns on the television. And at this time of the day, her baby sister Thea, a typically noisy and vigorous mesomorph, would crawl across the shag carpeting to her side and put her heavy head in Pavia's lap. Sometimes, Pavia would ruffle her hair. Inside the TV, on the island, Ginger Grant pined for her lost audience. Maryanne missed home cooking. Together, Ginger and Maryanne put on shows and baked coconut cream pies, making the best of things. My sister and I saw every episode from 18 inches away, the sound turned up very high, because Dorothy-lying on her bed in the back bedroom-wanted to know where we were at all times, and the sound of the laugh track could reach her ears this way, and reassure her. Later in life, if I become deaf, that is why. |
