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By Melissa Westbrook
him sleep. In, out, in, out – he wasn’t snoring but he did drool
a bit.
it makes his jowls flap like chicken wings. Like Daddy and Step-
think that was weird but seeing how these guys are when they
mirror.
somehow I got the worst of their features. It’s just not fair.
originally, your sister was supposed to have your name but her
mother rejected it. So then, I come along and I get stuck with
Mama and Daddy divorced very soon after I was born. My Mama
imprinted on me her own sweet disposition and for that I’m deeply
I’ll never forget the first time I saw the video of Daddy
mom or dad?
she’s got this part yet, but time will tell,” and he cupped his
I saw my sister was recently asked what she got from her
successful woman. But when her mom worked for Daddy in 1987, he
said her salary was—"$1 and all the dresses she wants.”
Seriously,Sis?
And what did she get from Daddy? Her fucking moral compass.
Poor Mama, one time she worried out loud that I was reading too
much and I said to her, “What mother actually says this?” She
looked at me, then dropped to the floor, sobbing. I had to hold
her for over an hour; I never again said anything about her
parenting.
teens. Like when I had a swim party for my sweet sixteen with my
There was one trait that he did give me. Focus. Which would
not seem to be what I would have gotten from someone that I saw
focus.”
“What the hell do you need that for?” But, for once, I ignored
him.
Phil Collins song Mama used to play where he sings, “I’ve been
when I saw the movie “Carrie”, all I could think was, “What took
up pushing harder.
had seemingly gone into the bathroom and then I was sitting right
next to them. “I’m a cat burglar; it’s a gift” I would tell them.
learning to listen.
To my great delight, I found a cross-reference between
problem? Music. He’d just get up and leave his study, play his
love that.
when you are rich (not really) and famous (make that have a
famous last name), that type of sister stuff can be very phony. I
so wanted the actives to like me. But I was never sure they did.
to be alone. Some people played video games; me, I was the game.
And guess what? I popped right into the men’s dressing room. A
guy, let Daddy walk me down the aisle, and then exit stage left
And then, as the song goes, it was the end of the world as
we know it.
Please.
But then came Maddy’s indelicate talk with media types when
she had a little too much to drink. She said Daddy didn’t like to
take photos with me because I look fat. Well, I do have a fat
and because I have a power that no one else will ever know about.
First came the pat on the arm and then in her breathy Marilyn
Monroe voice she said, “It’ll be okay, wait and see.” Then she
smiled that non-smile – you know, the one where it doesn’t reach
her eyes. I smiled back but I don’t think she realized with that
simple statement she both flipped the table and broke the camel’s
back.
the master bedroom or the living room outside it. Stepmom had her
own room down the hall and the chances were off the charts that
didn’t.
within a mile to the White House. Oddly, it was named the Baron
Hotel. Poor little guy, like me, he’s not much in Daddy’s eyes
either but that’s one family secret we all want to keep in check.
reservation but asked about using cash to pay the bill at the end
of my stay and they were all for it. In God we trust; all others
pay cash.
I arrived and the hotel was all the horrible things that
Trip Advisor had said it would be. It was a place with carpet so
The big day dawned and, while it was sunny, it was also
bitterly cold. I thought that cold would also keep him indoors,
cozy in bed with his Big Mac. I stayed inside most of the day,
wasn’t sure Daddy would get it. I also wanted to be able to see
around my eyes and then I made my lips overly large with red
door was bolted with the chain on. I stuck a chair under the
prevent light from coming in. Experience has taught me that Still
helps so I did the next best thing and sat on the bed with my
back? Oddly, luckily – it’s much easier to get back. The best
way to explain that is, like orgasms, it’s hard getting to one
area of his White House suite. I went quietly thru the living
empty room. Then I spied the light under the bathroom door.
addiction. She said he had wrecked more than one of her dresses
unnerving to people - but popping out from the side of the bed
I knelt down on the side of the bed away from the bathroom
door and waited. In a few, the door opened, I heard a belch and
was worth all the worry and effort to get there. I saw his hand
“No, no, no,” I said. The robotic voice that came from my
FOX News was spewing out its venom but the noise worked to
my benefit.
I am?”
Travel? I do.
I got there.
He went on. “Money? I’ve got money. Not a lot liquid, it’s
you won’t kill me.” He pleaded, “I won’t tell anyone you were
here.”
I imitated him - ”’One minute she was here and the next she
was gone. Really, you have to believe me.’ Your base will finally
think you are nuts just like the rest of the country already
does.”
had.
wearing thin.”
might be able to get him to back off some of his more atrocious
works. After all, it would seem odd for him to flip 180 degrees
going nowhere and I was getting tired and trying to Still Travel
throat muscles. He gagged and gasped and I took him right to the
The End
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