Holiday Party with the Dennis'
Vanessa's Journal
December 6 (Not this December 6, the December before that)
1:15 p.m.
The Dennis’ come over, including Julio, who has been living in San Diego since last summer. His sister had the bash. (When Beast said her Quince was like every other party he’d ever been to, he didn’t know what he was talking about). Roberto Dennis knows food. Except many of the guests weren’t eating.
“Why only three pies, there are four of us?” Roberto asks.
“It’s not the time,” Delucca says.
Marianne has a date who brings along his son, who attends the state university, and it almost feels like a holiday party, but everyone wears black.
Beast’s mom is the ghost in the room. After Roberto’s comment about the food (a couple of the other guests laugh) she says little to anyone. She whispers to Marianne, “Thanks for doing this for Jedidiah.” (Marianne looks confused and asks for my help in the kitchen).
"Aren't you hot?" Marianne asks. And then she says, "What do you think about my date?"
I don’t explain and ask her about the university dude to be pleasant. Shade seems the most interested in guys our age. The ghost of me looks as if she stepped out of a winter style magazine.
“That must be unbearable, a turtleneck, tight jeans, and Uggs," Julio says. "And it’s steamy, eighty-nine today. But in black, you don’t notice chubby and short.”
“Didn't you run away from home?”
"Yes, but you're sweating," Julio says.
“It looks like you have eaten nothing in weeks,” Delucca says. “That’s understandable.”
Shade asks if I have a new boyfriend, and she tells me the state university guy looks like Beast. Beast’s mom seems to have left, or maybe she was never here, and Marianne’s friends say many of the same things as the last time, though I'd swear when they talk to Shade they have better conversations, and Julio plays with her clothes. But even with Shade there, I celebrate like Thanksgiving where Marianne bought those pies and told us they wouldn’t make us fat. She is a liar, but everyone, even Marianne, tried at least two pieces, and no one is in a dark mood about anything.
December 6 (Not this December 6, the December before that)
1:15 p.m.
The Dennis’ come over, including Julio, who has been living in San Diego since last summer. His sister had the bash. (When Beast said her Quince was like every other party he’d ever been to, he didn’t know what he was talking about). Roberto Dennis knows food. Except many of the guests weren’t eating.
“Why only three pies, there are four of us?” Roberto asks.
“It’s not the time,” Delucca says.
Marianne has a date who brings along his son, who attends the state university, and it almost feels like a holiday party, but everyone wears black.
Beast’s mom is the ghost in the room. After Roberto’s comment about the food (a couple of the other guests laugh) she says little to anyone. She whispers to Marianne, “Thanks for doing this for Jedidiah.” (Marianne looks confused and asks for my help in the kitchen).
"Aren't you hot?" Marianne asks. And then she says, "What do you think about my date?"
I don’t explain and ask her about the university dude to be pleasant. Shade seems the most interested in guys our age. The ghost of me looks as if she stepped out of a winter style magazine.
“That must be unbearable, a turtleneck, tight jeans, and Uggs," Julio says. "And it’s steamy, eighty-nine today. But in black, you don’t notice chubby and short.”
“Didn't you run away from home?”
"Yes, but you're sweating," Julio says.
“It looks like you have eaten nothing in weeks,” Delucca says. “That’s understandable.”
Shade asks if I have a new boyfriend, and she tells me the state university guy looks like Beast. Beast’s mom seems to have left, or maybe she was never here, and Marianne’s friends say many of the same things as the last time, though I'd swear when they talk to Shade they have better conversations, and Julio plays with her clothes. But even with Shade there, I celebrate like Thanksgiving where Marianne bought those pies and told us they wouldn’t make us fat. She is a liar, but everyone, even Marianne, tried at least two pieces, and no one is in a dark mood about anything.
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