“Woman, can’t ya go outside and smoke, ya stinking up our home.” Doris flew off the handle and stood up and slapped her across the face.


Celeste was happy to hear her grandfather apologize; however, Henry sat his granddaughter at the large round table in the kitchen, and explained to her how important it is to fight and stand up for her rights.  Part of her knew he was right, but on the other side, she lived through enough drama and bullying to know it depends on the situation and the people. Sure there were many times she wanted to speak out, but to her it was useless wasted energy trying to clear her name.

Many weeks past by in the summer months in Ohio, Celeste and Henry were two peas in a pod.  At times the pair were inseparable working on the farm and at night her grandfather taught her how to wood carve.  The day came when her father returned home from his traveling when school was about to start up again.  He picked up his daughter and was driving home to they’re little home in the woods when he told Celeste they had a guest in the house.  Celeste cringed when she met the new partner in their family.  The woman was the opposite of her mother, Celeste didn’t like her not one bit!  The little tomboy wondered why her father did not see or feel the foul energy permeate out of the woman.  She was pretty, but her essences as a person was not inviting.  The bar fly wreaked of alcohol and cigarettes, and to Celeste the woman was a ticking bomb ready to explode and untrustworthy. Nevertheless, the cowgirl held her tongue to keep the peace in the family until her father left for the weekend to play his music.

“Papa, can I stay with grand dad till ya come back?”  Celeste asked her father kindly.  “No, I want you to stay with Doris she will need your help.  Celeste I know it’s different not having your mom around, she is still missing and you need a woman around the house to teach you.” Celeste didn’t understand but went along with his choices.  Their relationship as father and daughter stayed estrange when they returned back to live in Ohio, just for the simple fact she never forgave her father for Dovanna’s sudden disappearance.  And since her father was always gone, their relationship never had the time to heal the lost of her mother.  

Celeste waved good-bye to her father and turns around and heads back into the house to do her school studies.  Doris immediately changed her personalities, the hag turned into a slave monster, and began to bark out orders to Celeste what she wanted done in the house.  Day in and day out Celeste kept her mouth shut and obeyed the woman’s orders.  There were times she could not finish her homework because she was taking care of her father’s mistress.

Celeste’s grades and studies suffered, and in the end began to fail her classes in seventh grade. It was too hard for the cowgirl to cook, clean and take care of the needy woman.  What pissed off Celeste the most is when the woman would sit at the kitchen table smoking her ciggie butts and drinking a bottle of vodka, while she cleaned the house.  The little tomboy’s nerves cracked when the woman lit up and blew her smoke in Celeste’s face while she was wiping down the kitchen table after a dinner she made for the both of them. 

“Woman, can’t ya go outside and smoke, ya stinking up our home.” Doris flew off the handle and stood up and slapped her across the face.  “This is my home and I will do what I damn well want to do!”  It took all Celeste’s might to hold her tongue, she was more floored that the woman had the audacity to hit her. From that day on, Celeste didn’t say a word to her nor her father, and did what she was told.

When her father returned home it was easier for Doris to pick up the house chores since everything was clean by Celeste.  Doris took the praise from her father as he told her what a great house keeper she turned out to be.  Celeste retreated in her bedroom in discuss, and tried to repair her failing grades not caring anymore about the fact it was she not Doris who did everything.  At night before she went to bed, Celeste would pray to her lord for her mother to walk through the door and everything would turn back to normal, but then again that was wishful thinking!


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9 thoughts on ““Woman, can’t ya go outside and smoke, ya stinking up our home.” Doris flew off the handle and stood up and slapped her across the face.

  1. Celest should have picked up some cigs and have them soak in vodka, let them dry and put them back in the pack… What a show that would have been ! 😛

          1. I am not a fan of Romeo and Juliet’s, but have tried them. I enjoy the Panatela cigar. Usually when I go to Mexico I pick up a few boxes to bring home….

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