Fire of Caveat - Part 3

She knew his temperament; she could see he was getting that defensive look in his eyes.
“Yes, I have something to say….”

She sat down at the table sipping her juice; momentarily, self-controlled: “Why do you give that skinny leach the credit card? You know she….” “Mags.." he sigh " stop calling her that! ghee sis get over yourself.” She looked at her brother, agitated: “THE CREDIT CARD” she emphasized; “is in Johns name, but the deal was, you shop – you pay. Have you been hiding the bills from him again“….........?” There was this peculiar silence, waiting to be filled.
Carl gazed at his sister, it is astounding how alike the twins look – they both had intense dark green eyes, with thick black hair, well-toned skin. Michelle was petite, gentle like their mom, John well build, hard driven, like their dad was. You could see he gym regularly. He had their fathers’ names: Johnathan Arthur Walsh. Michelle was named after granny. He was named after; “probably some one’s barking dog.”
He played with the beer bottle, spinning it around on the table: He looked at her, drained, disheartened: “You both are just like Dad, thinking with one brain…. I am always the washout, no good. Like uncle Barney….”
Michele’s’ frame of mind spiralled into rage: “Uncle Barney, almost cost Dad his company, we would have had nothing today, if Grandpa didn’t jump in…”
“Yeah and just like uncle Barney, I lost my jobs one after the other……. I never received the interest or moral support from Dad like you and John”. For a moment she could see a flicker of sadness in his eyes. Michelle suddenly felt sorry for him, he had a bumpy ride in life. Meeting the wrong friends, drugs, drinking. Not understanding the aloofness Dad created between himself and Carl.
Mom being overly protective towards him, trying to compensate for Dad being distant. Michelle thought to herself: “I told my parents, they should have told Carl; his mom, murdered his dad!”
“What? Why the tick are you staring at me, like a love sick puppy?” She heard Marcha calling Carl; with her squeaking little voice: “Carl!!! CARL!!!!! Are you deeeaaaeaf!!! I want coffee! Caaaaaaarl!!!!!!”
Michelle flipped her lid: “Oh my word!, oh! how I wish you knew what crappy breading subject you are!!" She was screaming, fuming with rage. She picked up Carls beer bottle and threw it against the wall!! "You are right, you will never amount to anything, because you come from nothing, your birth just causes misery and death in this family!!"
Carl looked at her; pale - he was white as a mouse, his eyes as big as an owls’ who just saw the sun set. His voice sounded shaky, he looked confuse:" What? I……. Maggie…. sis……. I am w.h.a.t?” Carl stuttered. “Michelle? Mags....., did you take your meds this morning? Are you hallucinating because you so bloody upset?” “You are saying weird things, maybe I ……”
Carl gets interrupted by John walking through the door: “What is going on here? Why are you slaughtering each other? Or are you breaking the house down?”
Carl looked at John, he was suddenly calm as the ocean on a windless day: “Hey Bro, what’s going on with sis? She is saying weird things, am I half from Mars and half Venus bro………?
Michelle looked at John, she was still upset: “I had it, I want them out…….” She sat down on the floor, and started crying. John looked at her, he looked madder than upset….” I will talk to her…….” He looked at Michelle furiously: " ……later, not now….” He turned around and walked away. There were a few seconds of silence…. broken by the click clack of high heels coming down the hall. “Who is screaming? What is going on?!!!” “Caaaarrl!!!!”
Carl closed his eyes: “Shut up Marcha!!!!” he turned around and walked the other way….
Disarrayed…….

To be continued......