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Life Of Marci Part 3 Chapter 6
Winding
Roads
…by Byron Spires
Alone, Marci walked back toward
the house. She was
devastated that her son had
paid very little attention to
her as she stood and watch him fishing
with his grandfather.
The realization that she was losing her
son’s affection began to weigh heavily on
her as she stopped by the barn to rest. Standing
there she remembered something she
and Isaiah, Sr. had done one afternoon to
the other side of the barn.
They had started to fall in love and Isaiah,
Sr. had brought her out to the barn to
show her what he had done.
“Okay close your eyes and don’t look
until I tell you to,” he had told her. She
could feel him as he lead her around the
barn and stopped.
He turned her slightly and told her that
she could uncover her eyes.
On the barn wall in front of her Isaiah,
Sr. had carved M.B. Loves I.C. in big
block letters.
“Isn’t that what folks do that are in
love, carve their initials in the side of a
barn,” Isaiah, Sr. said to her.
“I believe it is in a tree trunk, but I like
it on the barn better,” Marci said.
A smile came over her face as she walked
around the corner of the barn to look at
the spot Isaiah, Sr. had carved their initials.
She went directly to the spot where the
carvings should be, but they were not there.
“Maybe I remembered the spot wrong,”
she said out loud.
Stepping back to the wall she ran her
hand over where she knew the carving
must have been. They were not there.
Like a cold chisel being driven in her
back she realized that the boards with her
and Isaiah, Sr.’s initials had been replaced
with new boards.
To her dismay she realized that the Dalton’s
had removed the carvings.
Now it was starting to make sense the
way she was being treated and the way Isaiah,
Jr. was acting. Anger began to replace
the sorrow she felt and the more she thought
about the carvings being destroyed, the
angrier she became.
Her face began to feel warm. Clinching
her fist in tight balls she threw them into
the air and yelled at the top of her voice,
“Damn You.”
Nearly running she headed to the Clifford
house growing more upset with each
step. At the steps of the front porch she
yelled out, “Cora Mae.”
“I’m in the kitchen,” Cora Mae responded.
Pushing a chair out of the way in the
dining room with a loud thud, Marci headed
to the kitchen.
By the time Marci reached the kitchen
Cora Mae could tell from the noise she
made as she came through the house and the
tone of her voice that something was wrong.
“Yes, dear, is something wrong?” Cora
Mae asked her.
“You better believe there is something
wrong,” Marci replied raising her voice
and starting to yell at Cora Mae.
“I cannot believe you have taken down
the carving Isaiah, Sr. made for the two of
us on the side of the barn. It looks like you
are trying to erase anything about me from
this farm,” Marci said raising her voice
even more.
Marci’s face was now red as beet and
her voice was starting to crack with the anger
she was spouting at Cora Mae.
“It is obvious to me that you are driving
a wedge between me and my child. I
will not have it and you need to know that
I plan to take Isaiah, Jr. back with me to
Mobile when I leave,” Marci yelled.
Cora Mae had been caught off guard
with Marci’s outburst and was speechless
as Marci yelled at her.
Marci continued her rampage accusing
Cora Mae and Frank of undermining her
relationship with her son and trying to
replace her as his mother.
“I can’t believe I have been this stupid to
let you push me out of this family,” Marci
said, now losing her voice because of all
of the yelling.
Marci grew quite for a few seconds.
Her silence gave Cora Mae a few seconds
to gather her thoughts. She knew not to
lose her temper and to try and take advantage
of Marci’s anger.
“Young lady let’s get this straight. You
are Isaiah, Jr.’s mother, no one is trying to
take your place,” she said, then waited for
Marci to calm down.
Still upset, Marci gave Cora Mae a stern
look and blurted out, “You are lying. I’ve
heard you and Frank talking and I know
what you are up too.”
Cora Mae was speechless and just stood
there staring at Marci unable to speak.
Marci was still upset. She was so angry
she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Finally Cora Mae spoke, at first what she
was saying was almost inaudible to Marci.
“The truth is Isiah, Jr. needs to be here
on this farm where he can grow up like his
father. He needs to be with us. I hoped it
wouldn’t come to this, but you will never
leave here with our grandson,” Cora Mae
said in a calm and stern voice.
Marci could feel her heart start to beat
faster and all she wanted to do at that moment
was to grab Cora Mae and strangle her.
“We have a lawyer. He has told us we
can have you declared unfit as a mother
and take custody of Isaiah, Jr.” Cora Mae
said looking straight into Marci’s eyes.
Again there was silence between the two
as Marci stepped toward Cora Mae.
“If it is necessary we can have you
institutionalized as well and fix it where
you can never see him again,” Cora Mae
said squaring herself off to what she thought
would be an attack from Marci.
Cora Mae’s comment stopped Marci in
her tracks.
“What do you mean by that comment?”
Marci asked as the two stood staring at
each other.
You can contact Byron Spires via e-mail
at windingroads@netzero.com