Do Tell Sister

By Sandra D Paul

Margo and Teresa Reid are two sisters from the south. They are not only sisters, but best friends. Although they have different personalities, they still share their accomplishments, challenges, sorrows, and deep intimate moments with each other growing up. Each one admires the others strengths and wishes they could be more like the other. While growing up, they do reach a point in their life where they learn to respect the others personality and ways.

Margo love sports and has a sexy body. All the brothers find her very attractive, adventurous, and smart. She is a packaged deal for a brother’s ideal girl.

Teresa is a well educated, but an old fashion girl. She does not believe in pre-marital sex, unlike her little sister Margo. She always wants to do things by the book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra D Paul
• Release date: Jan 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465766915

Sandra D Paul

Sandra D. Paul is an independent author who lives outside Atlanta with her two daughters, Simone and Jasmine. Sandra has an intense love for mystery shows, drama series, hip hop music and word search puzzles. She also enjoys designing book covers for other independent authors.

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Do Tell Sister

Copyright 2012 Sandra D. Paul

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Chapter 1

Teresa

Here he comes, Margo! Here he comes! I shouted. We better hide before he sees us. I’ll hide in the hall closet and you hide in the dining room.

Margo and I ran quickly to hide and made lots of noise before the front door opened.

Hey girls, I’m home! screamed daddy. Althea, where are those girls?

They’re in the house somewhere Frank, answered mama.

I was afraid as I hid from daddy in the closet because of what he wanted to do to us. Daddy would always take his shoes and overalls off before entering the front door. Mama never let daddy come in the house with them on because they would be covered with dirt and mud from what he described as proof he had been working hard all day. Daddy was a construction worker. His first stop into the house would be the kitchen down the hallway to grab a cold beer from the fridge. His next stop would be the bathroom across from their room. Margo and I knew these were his guaranteed stops and he also knew we would never hide from him in these rooms.

Daddy was a man who loved to play. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed about two-hundred and twenty pounds. Whenever he got a chance, he would grab us and throw us up to the ceiling until we couldn’t catch our breath. It felt like we were on a roller coaster ride when we soared in the air. Margo was seven and I was ten years old. After tossing us in the air for a few minutes, he would then suck our cheeks until they turned dark. He would suck so hard sometimes until we cried and begged him to stop. That’s why Margo and I would hide from him whenever we heard daddy pull up in his loud green pick-up truck every evening around six o’clock. There were times Margo and I were so caught up in the television in the den that we didn’t hear him pull up in the driveway. That’s when mama would look out for us. Sometimes I think she felt sorry for us because of the disappointed facial expressions we would make when we heard that truck door slammed shut. There was nothing mama could do or say to convince daddy not to toss us up every time he came home from work.

Daddy loved cold beer. His favorite was Budweiser. He drank ‘Bud’ beer like it was water. It took at least two six packs to make him sleepy. Margo and I lived for Monday nights because daddy would come home later and only have time to get his cold beer and take a quick shower. Afterwards, daddy would prop right in front of the television in the den and watch Monday Night Football. Daddy would still call out for us but wouldn’t come searching for us since he didn’t want to miss a minute of the game. To be safe, Margo and I hid anyway on Mondays. Our favorite hiding spot was the hall closet near the back of the house. Once we heard Howard Cosell introduce himself, we knew we were safe.

Margo and I shared a bedroom. So when we heard Howard Cosell’s voice, we would come out from hiding and walk right pass daddy in the den to our room. I swear, the house could be on fire and daddy wouldn’t know it when Monday Night Football was on. He had his beers lined up across the coffee table and the television was up so loud while he listened to the announcers introducing the players.

When we reached our room, we would find something to play with until bedtime, which was shortly. I liked typing on my typewriter, which I got last Christmas. Margo was forbidden to touch it. I went to pull it out from under my bed. I snapped at Margo when I saw the ribbon in my typewriter was missing.

Margo, my ribbon is missing! I screamed.

So, what do you want me to do about it, Teresa? she replied

I hollered, I know you took it out and I’m telling mama!

You are so stupid, Teresa, Margo responded. Grandpa Reid took that ribbon out your typewriter last week and made a tie out of it. In a more calm voice I said, Why didn’t you tell me when he did it?

Margo said in a smart tone and rolling her neck, Because it’s not my job to tell.

Girls, it’s time for bed! mama said as she walked passed our bedroom to hers. Mama paced the floors continuously on Monday nights from cleaning up behind daddy. Daddy loved to throw his empty beer cans all over the den floor. Mama would say things to daddy like, Frank, if you don’t slow down you’re going to have a serious beer belly. I get sick and tired of cleaning up behind you. You are worse than the girls. But daddy paid mama no mind. He continued to watch football. Cursing at all the players who did not catch the ball when they were supposed to and calling their coach every name that wasn’t listed in Webster’s dictionary. Daddy was not a class act. But Margo enjoyed hearing daddy curse at the players and coaches. She would crack our bedroom door after mama had put us to bed so she could hear daddy’s voice a little better. Mama would be in her room getting ready for bed herself after she finished with us. Margo could hear daddy say things like, Asshole, why are you running backwards? It’s now second and twenty! What will it take for a jackass like you to get a first down?

Margo would ask me in the dark, What is second and twenty and a first down? I didn’t know either so I would tell her, Whatever it is, it really upsets daddy more than mama does. Whoever those people are on the television, I wish they would give daddy what he wants so he would be quiet and stop cursing so much so we can go to sleep, I complained. It seemed like this would go on forever. I would fall asleep and awaken to see Margo sitting in the doorway listening to daddy curse at the television.

As we got older, Margo would sneak in the den with daddy to watch Monday Night Football after mama fell asleep. It seemed as if Margo spent all her spare time learning everything she could about football and other sports.

Instead of celebrating her ninth birthday with family, Margo only wanted to go outside and play football with the neighborhood boys. Margo was now old enough to know what downs and yards were in football. I guess staying up all night listening to daddy and sneaking into the den to watch Monday Night Football with him these past two years paid off for her.

When I finished my daily afternoon reading, I would go watch Margo play football with the guys in the field a street over from ours. She would practice saying her plays in the mirror at home… ‘Okay guys, it’s second down and eight. We are going to have to throw on this down. Greg, you are the quarterback. Snap the ball on three. Throw me the ball once you see me cut into the middle. We’re going for the first down. Don’t screw it up guys,’ Margo would say.

All the guys wanted Margo on their team. She would sit up on the hill at the field and wait until someone came and asked her which team would she like to be on. Margo was a winner. I admired that in her. Daddy taught her everything about football and going after what she believed in. When she turned ten, she was old enough to stay up until eleven o’clock. Daddy would let her sit in the den with him every Monday night. Daddy taught her the importance of first downs, the numbers written on the field, what each penalty meant and the players’ name and their positions. Occasionally,