RE: Trailer Trash 6 pt 12 (Patreon)
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After exchanging some parting pleasantries with the recovering cop, Mrs. Williams took Tabitha on a bit of a stroll or at least, a rollaimlessly meandering through the building. Anything to get the poor thing out and about and away from the cloying cabin fever of her room for a bit! The redheaded teen seemed to enjoy seeing even the lackluster sights around Springton General Hospital, but Mrs. Williams wasnt content to allow them to lapse into contemplative silenceshe still had a mission to perform.
Since youve read Anita Blake I should probably assume but oh, Ive just got to ask anyways, Karen Williams let out an easygoing laugh. Youre thirteen years oldhas your mother had the talk with you? About the little birds and the little bees?
Steering the conversation in that direction felt dishonest, because Karen knew Mrs. Moore had not sat down for that particular discussion with Tabitha. The flustered Mrs. Moore had in fact asked Karen to make this discreet enquiry on her behalf! Extraordinary change was on the horizon for the Moore family, and there was apparently some awkward distance between parents and daughter that needed to be very carefully addressed before the big topic would be broached.
She has not, Tabitha replied in good humor, tilting her head back to give the woman behind her an amused grin. I believe I have a firm idea of the um, the mechanics of it, but I dont have any personal understanding of that, and dont intend to for some time.
Okay, phew, Mrs. Williams pantomimed wiping sweat off her brow in relief. Im so sorry, dearit really is just such a dreadful thing to come out and ask a young woman!
It is, Tabitha agreed with a chuckle. And, it is dreadful. Ive really been... struggling to wrap my mind around a lot of those ideas, lately.
Oh? Mrs. Williams prompted, lighting up with interest.
I think Id given up on all of that, Tabitha mused. For a long time. I honestly didnt see personal intimacy in my future at all. Ever. Then, I worked out so hard and fixed my diet and transformed for high school, and well, I dont know what I expected. My bodys attractive now, apparently, but I feel like I already missed out on getting the user manual for how to deal with that, or I dont know. Maybe I changed too fast, and I just cant keep up?
Theres this Tabitha trailed off as she struggled to find the words to express herself. Gap, I guess, in my formative um. Its like, expressing interest in boys, and what to do with their interest in meits, its like I dont even know what to do with it.
In my first month at school, Id get compliments from guys, and Tabitha cupped her hands out in front of her as if shed been handed something unexpected, I dont know what to do with compliments.
The teen shifted in the wheelchair uncomfortably.
It feels like... an inbox piling up in a department where no ones been manning the desk, Tabitha said. I know its not good to just leave it unattended until it becomes a problem, but... Im leery of picking up the slack over there. Because Im not trained for that position, and good lord what if I start getting expected to actually do that job in addition to everything else Im trying to figure out, here? That... probably doesnt make any sense, does it?
No, no, Mrs. Williams quickly patted the girls shoulder. Honestly Miss Tabitha, you make a lot more sense than you should! At thirteen years old, how are you relating your feelings to the workplace, of all things? What are they putting on television for you kids these days?!
Yeah, Tabitha blew out a weary sigh that seemed uncharacteristic of a girl her age. Television
So, you have trouble accepting compliments, Mrs. Moore said. Thats not so unusual. Do you feel like you dont deserve the compliments they give you, or are you just uncomfortable with boys being interested, right now?
II dont know, Tabitha admitted. Both, maybe. I may never manage to get over this bizarre age dynamic that doesnt make any sense and probably never will. Also, psychologically speaking, I think I have this severe case of imposter syndrome in regards to who I am and who I present myself to be. It may even be totally warranted, I I dont know anymore. I dont belong with my peers, in a lot of ways, and improving my body image may have exacerbated the problem rather than helped it, I think.
Aw, Tabitha Mrs. Williams fretted, momentarily at a loss.
Conventional platitudes and reassurances werent going to cut it here, and Mrs. Williams felt herself taken aback all over again. This girls mind always surprised her, but now Mrs. Williams could see that Tabithas intellectual development had so far outstripped her emotional growth that the poor thing was completely floundering on the delicate matters of adolescence.
Sorry, Isorry, Tabitha apologized. Weird thing to bring up, Ive just been
You stop that, Mrs. Williams chided, patting the girls shoulder again. Youre fine, dont you ever apologize for needing to talk.
I I think I really have needed to talk, Tabitha revealed in a quiet voice. I really didnt mean to bring up the whole trailer trash subject or the drama with Aunt Lisa before and make things weird there, either. I just I feel like almost dying changed things for me. Just the other day I kind of poured my soul out to Elena, and now Im worried I might have freaked her out a little. Or more than a little. Ive spent too much time cooped up in here with my thoughts. Unable to do anything about anything, and now theres just, theres just so many things to get off my chest. About everything.
Mrs. Williams paused, guiding the wheelchair to a stop and stepping around in front of it to face Tabitha. Without hesitation, she kneeled down beside the surprised girl so that she could envelop her in a crushing hug.
Get it all off your chest then, honey, Mrs. Williams said softly. Whenever you need to about anything. Im sure your friend Elena understands, and Ill be here anytime you ever need to vent. I can understand how it could be tough to talk about some of these things with your parents! Well, I can tell you; your familys not trailer trash, youre not trailer trash, and I dont think youre any kind of imposter, either!
Thank you, Tabitha squeaked out. Mrs. Williams, I
You call me Mom or Momma Williams like Hannah does from now on, okay? Mrs. Williams huffed. Youre really in luck, because talking about things just so happens to be my favorite thing in the world! About getting that old clunker in your yard fixed up, about introducing you to the church group, about boys. I have stories that even make my husband blush!
We can talk about your family troubles, or about that story youre writing, about faith, Ill talk your ear off on any subject, and I might even listen to you, too! I mean, my wordI cant wait to skedaddle over real quick to pick up some of those novels for you to read! You dont know how thrilled Ill be to have someone new to talk about them with! All Sandy ever reads are those dull old The Cat Who... books!
Youre an amazing young woman, Miss Tabitha, Mrs. Williams sighed to herself as she gave Tabitha one last big squeeze. I dont know why your mothers fussing so much about how youll react to the newsthis really might be just what you needed. Youre going to make a GREAT big sister when that little one arrives!
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/// Surprised myself by cutting this one off fairly short. There's a couple tiny more sections to rotate through before we're done with the slack and back to rising action, but I think those ones weren't appropriate to try to cram into the tail end of Chapter 29 here.
It's almost a given that with the parents suffering together through emotionally turbulent circumstances (and Mrs. Moore losing a lot of weight) that this sort of thing might happen. The timing is suspect enough that it's natural Mrs. Moore will worry that Tabitha would feel like they'd immediately been trying to replace her, and sex is already a very touchy subject for Mrs. Moore.