I Want My Own Brain
By Lorraine Ray
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Stephanie Falls, age eight, spends a weekend with her doting grandparents along with her Aunt Helen, who is recovering from a nervous breakdown after dropping out of economics graduate school. Trapped in a mansion full of creepy artifacts and unappreciated Native American art with a depressed aunt, Stephanie plays with everything she sees, breaking and mutilating quite a few objects. An excursion to march in a mountain man parade ends badly for Grandpa Drummond when Stephanie torments an important parade organizer. Despite her appalling behavior, Stephanie's antics inspire Aunt Helen to begin life anew with zeal and confidence.
Lorraine Ray
Lorraine Ray is the author of comedies, mysteries and short story collections. She married an Englishman and has spent several summer vacations with her husband and daughter tramping across the South Downs avoiding sheep droppings. She lives in Tucson, Arizona. Besides writing, one of her favorite jobs was a two-year stint as a lunch lady! She used that job to help her write a book about cafeteria workers who go gold mining. If you like to laugh, and you have a slightly warped view of the world, it's entirely possible that you would appreciate her books.
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I Want My Own Brain - Lorraine Ray
I Want My Own Brain
Lorraine Ray
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Copyright 2011 Lorraine Ray
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Chapter One
Stephanie Falls nibbled her toast into an interesting oblong and listened, without comprehending, as her parents discussed the various effects of the wind that had scoured their yard since midnight. Sometime before dawn—neither parent knew exactly when—a large palm frond had crashed onto the roof of the carport next door, and as they ate their breakfasts the next morning they watched old Mrs. Webster, in polka-dotted gloves and a velour track suit, clamber onto a stepstool in front of her carport. Mrs. Webster’s home was built on land that sloped toward an arroyo, and the Falls’ kitchen window overlooked the roof of her carport. Together, Mr. and Mrs. Falls and Stephanie, watched as Mrs. Webster’s eerie gloves groped blindly for the big palm leaf. The Falls discussed the precision of their neighbor’s yard and how their own modest pink adobe pleased onlookers without garish, old-fashioned, colored gravel. With satisfaction at this minor superiority over Mrs. Webster, who was a relentless busybody, Mr. and Mrs. Falls scraped their last spoonfuls of yogurt out of their cups and then panicked when a horn blared outside.
I hope that’s not our cab,
said Mr. Falls, his voice rising with nervous tension as he leaned toward the window. He tugged the edge of the curtain aside and scanned the front of the house beyond the cactus hedge and a low pink wall. Roadrunner Rendezvous!
he exclaimed.
Oh my god,
said Mrs. Falls in a tired voice. She rose to check the window herself and, then said, I’ll get the luggage. Go greet the cab or it might leave without us.
While Mr. Falls carried his empty yogurt cup around the table several times and then ran out to the curb, leaving the front door wide open so that dust and dried Bermuda grass could freely fly in, even onto the wood of the living room floor, something Stephanie had never, ever seen, her mother dashed back and forth to the kitchen enough times to cram a jar of jelly and the butter into the refrigerator door and the dishes into the sink. She also grabbed their bags from the hall, and came back to find Stephanie unmoved, alone at an empty table, still munching a somewhat smaller oblong of toast. Stephanie, who was eight, but small for her age, was effectively hidden by her chair. Come on,
urged her mother, grasping her wrist and pulling her gently.
Your cab came early, didn’t it!
screeched Mrs. Webster over the wind. Gloating over their troubles, Mrs. Webster stood on her manicured gravel side yard as Stephanie and her mother came out their front door. She held the great, glossy-brown palm frond upright beside her like a hideous club and squinted in the intense morning sunshine. Behind her, far away, like some stagey, painted backdrop, a desert mountain wore a thick band of tan, a grimy ribbon of dust.
Yes, yes,
said Mrs. Falls irritably.
And you say you don’t need your mail picked up?
called Mrs. Webster, feigning neighborly concern.
It’s not necessary, Mrs. Webster,
said Mrs. Falls, locking the front door. My parents live in town and they can swing by. You met them once, remember?
Hmm,
said Mrs. Webster suspiciously, as though she didn’t believe most people she met were really who they said they were. Maybe I did, ah-huh, maybe so. But listen, if I were you I’d cancel this trip to Mexico. It was all right some years ago, if you liked rustic vacations, and maybe the worst that would happen to you down there would be some soured refried beans. But now? The place is swarming with drug lords,
she said.
Our plans are definite,
said Stephanie’s mother.
You’re smart to leave the little one here then, at least,
she called, but her demeanor showed she didn’t think Mrs. Falls was ever very smart.
At this, Stephanie stopped frowning at the horrid Mrs. Webster. She concentrated her full disapproval on her mother. Her parents’ trip wasn’t news, but during the night Stephanie had forgotten. Just before bed Stephanie’s mother had mentioned, again, the big terrible fact—that her parents were leaving for a second honeymoon in Mazatlan and she wasn’t going with them.
Goodbye, Mrs. Webster!
said Mrs. Falls. She hustled Stephanie toward the cab and whispered: Granny Hilda will be there to pick you up after school, but if she isn’t, go to the office and tell them she’s picking you up and they should call her. They know everything, but just in case. I don’t trust that office manager. She acts like she’s taking things down when I talk to her, but most of the time she gets stuff wrong.
Stephanie’s shock was absolute and all encompassing. The idea of having to stay alone with her grandparents for an entire weekend stupefied her. The whole thing was so unjust that she couldn’t figure out how she ought to start complaining.
Goodbye!
screamed Mrs. Webster as the sliding door of the cab closed. Hope I see all of you on Monday!
The city traffic moved quickly in the cool and windy desert morning. On their way to the airport, they ordered the cab to stop at the open gate in Stephanie’s schoolyard beside a blighted lemon tree and a leafless pomegranate bush. With its dark archways and thick adobe walls, Stephanie’s school had masqueraded as a Spanish mission for forty years. The early sunlight warmed the tan plaster of those walls where a boy in a wool cap leaned backwards and blew into his cupped hands. In the early morning sun his shadow on the wall stretched toward the cab with spidery arms.
The van door slid open, dust blew in along with bright yellow sunshine, and Stephanie’s father lifted her out and set her on the dirt parkway. There you go, Pumpkin. Love yah,
he said. Have a great day and learn a lot!
A morose Stephanie said nothing in response, but she scuffed toward the monitor who was a big woman in dark glasses