Abbey


“Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane!”

Abbey was proud of herself for knowing the lyrics of the man her daddy deemed “The Greatest of the Greats.” Bob Dylan was practically considered God in her house, and it wasn’t a disturbance to sing his songs as loud as you wanted to. As she showered, the sweet smells coming from the kitchen filled her nostrils. Dinner was almost ready.

“What’s on the menu tonight, Chef A La Mom?” Abbey walked into her large kitchen with wet hair and her most comfortable pajamas. Her mother was dressed in a fancy chef coat and hat. It was a tradition to pretend the dinner was at a five star restaurant in a different country every night. This particular night was Paris.

“Just your favorite! Soupe à L’oignon with sparkling grape juice for you and pinot grigio for the boys!” Abbey’s mother excitedly read off the menu items. “Oh, and don’t forget dessert—crème au caramel.”

“That sounds absolutely incredible, my sweets.” Abbey’s father waltzed in as if on cue. He gently wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her on the cheek, then proceeded to rock her into a slow dance perfectly in step with the classic French music coming from the record player. Abbey watched and admired her parents’ romance and wondered if she would ever have such a wonderful relationship with another human. She opened the window curtains and stared at the layers of wood blocking her view of the outside world. All her life she was told it was for the better, that the barriers keeping her from going outside were for her own safety. That didn’t stop her curiosity. She wanted to know what Paris really looked like.

Abbey’s brothers, Tim and Roger, were not present when it was time to sit down and say grace. Abby’s mom tapped her fingers impatiently on the mahogany table after calling their names several times.





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