Daddy Lenin And Other Stories (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
My father, John Dowd, was working on a crew that constructed bridges all over the province – rinky-dink affairs thrown across muddy creeks, piddling streams, and trivial rivers. His job kept him away from home for two-week stretches, so he wasn’t there to apply the brakes the day Mother got it into her veering, hectic head to phone just about everybody in Groveland and list the sins, scandals, and missteps they had been involved in. I tried to stop her, but as my father used to say, “She had the fight on.” She couldn’t be stopped, not by me. A lot of people got their feelings hurt in the wild, wide swath she cut. Mother reminded them of what they believed had been long forgotten, dragged their dirty little secrets kicking and screaming into the light of day, said what had gone discreetly unsaid for years. By the time I got in touch with Father, the damage had been done. When he walked in the door, still in his work-soiled clothes, face grey and flabby with exhaustion, and said to her, “Marjorie, what you need is a good long rest,”
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