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Homecoming 2.1

by Elinor


Rosalie never brought up her father unless her mother did first. The reason for this was that she was never sure how Alison would react when he was mentioned. Sometimes she was wistful, romantic, longing, and even happy. Other times, she shut down completely.

As the summer wore on, Rosalie found herself wanting to talk about her father, but not wanting to cross an awkward line that she couldn’t take back. But one morning, she and her mother were both in the kitchen. Sean was still living there, but he was often out for wedding planning; he and Laura had a date set for the end of August, which was fast approaching. Her mother was reading the paper while Rosalie did the dishes. The radio was on, and both were half listening. It was some sort of lifestyle segment, talking about all of the fun ways that families could spend their summer. They were discussing a campground an hour up north, up in Wisconsin by Lake Michigan.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I visited your father when he was working for the CCC?”

“I don’t think so,” Rosalie responded.

A smile crept on Alison’s face. “You weren’t born yet. Sean was maybe two? We’d just got married, and your father got the job with the CCC. We really needed it, but it was hard, being away from him. We drove out, and Sean saw your father and ran straight towards him. That’s my daddy!” Alison was clearly in another place and time, recalling the memory.

“Did I ever do anything like that, when I was younger?”

Alison laughed. “Not that I can think of.”

Rosalie looked at her mother, still distant. Somewhere, she found the courage to ask what she wanted to ask. “Mom,” she said. “How did you two meet?”

“At the soup kitchen,” Alison said, knowing Rosalie had heard the basics of the story before. But she’d been a child then, and it was a simplified version. “We met at the soup kitchen, fell in love, got married, and had Sean and then you.” Now that she was older, Rosalie realized she didn’t know any other specifics.

“But how did you fall in love?”

“We never told you?”

“I don’t think so.”

Alison took a deep breath. “Well, I was living with my parents, your grandparents, and we’d just lost our house. Your aunt Violet had a small apartment with her husband and we all moved in. Five of us in a space meant for two. But we did what we had to do.” Her eyes were far away, and she was reliving that time, if only for a moment.

“Everyone else was occupied one day at lunch, so I went to the soup kitchen by myself, and your father was in line in front of me. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. But he said hello we got to talking from there I told him about the apple pie that I liked from the bakery. But we just talked. Nothing more.” Alison paused to laugh. “I suppose I was oblivious though, because your father told me later he knew then I was the woman he was going to marry. I found I would look forward to going to the soup kitchen just so I’d be able to see him. We’d known each other for about a month, gotten rather close and on Thanksgiving he brought me the apple pie. Found out he’d saved a bit of his wages for weeks to do it. And that’s when I knew too.”

Rosalie imagined the scene in her heard. A wide-eyed, sandy-haired girl, somewhat out of place in the dirt and grime. Her father, overalls, flat cap, unkempt dark hair, but still the same kind face. Two young people about to fall in love, the world ahead of them. As far as Rosalie knew, there had been no one before Jim, and there had certainly been no one after. As far as Alison was concerned, he was it, and to go with anyone else would feel like cheating even though he’d been buried for six years. Rosalie wondered if she’d ever have a love like that.

Sean thought he did with Laura, but at least to Rosalie, it didn’t seem to be the same.

But that didn’t stop the wedding, a small affair with only a handful of guests. They’d found a small apartment on the south side, which they’d secured with help from Laura’s parents, and they’d moved into shortly thereafter. Sean’s summer work as a lifeguard had ended and he was without any prospects, to which Alison had said, “You’re on your own now. You’re going to have to figure it out.” The goal was to sell Laura’s paintings and make enough money to earn a decent living, a fact of which the two seemed to determined to make happen.

The night before, as he’d packed the last of things, Sean had sensed Rosalie’s uneasiness. “I’m only a phone call and a train ride away,” he’d told her. And yet, a month had passed, Rosalie and Alison alone waiting out the dull, bored quiet of summer, where neither sibling spoke. Every time Rosalie thought about picking up the phone, something inside told her not to. He’s busy. He doesn’t have time for me. He’d called to tell them that he’d found steady work with a construction company, but the conversation had not lasted any longer than that.

As the summer winded down, Rosalie began to think about returning to school. She enjoyed class and even though she didn’t have any real friends to speak of, it was better than being at home. Besides, she only had two more years after, and the future was wide open. She could go back east, to New York, go to Barnard. Maybe Radcliffe in Boston. But Barnard was her top choice. She could meet new people. Start her life over. Maybe even have a family of her own. One that would never break apart. 


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Wed Jul 25, 2018 1:17 pm
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Heyo, I realise I'm quite behind on LMS chapters but I think that's just going to be the way it is if I don't want to burnout or drop novels xD

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The reason for this was that she was never sure how Alison would react when he was mentioned.

I think this would flow better if you took out "The reason for this was that".

“But how did you fall in love?”

“We never told you?”

This sounds like the answer to a more specific, logistical question like "When did you get together?" The way Rosalie could have been told or not told makes me think that there's like this one specific day that her mother is going to point to to say that they fell in love on that day, which seems a bit simple. I have no idea if that makes sense and I almost didn't mention it but it was nagging at me.

As the summer winded down

Wound?

Overall:

I think everything you did here was done well, but it wasn't necessarily the best thing you could have done. To explain: I still feel really well the lonely, bored mood of the story, and how the summer days are just rolling inexorably on. I get a really good sense of Alison, and for some reason I actually feel like I know Sean a little better too. The story of their meeting was told at a good pace, was sweet yet believable.

But I don't really know what the plot of this story is going to be. So far the big life event is Sean getting married, but there doesn't seem to be that much suspense there. She's pretty certain she knows exactly what that's going to be like. That seems more like a sad circumstance that is going to make the action of the plot more complicated, which I like, but I would also like to get some sort of hint towards. Is something going to happen at school maybe?

To be fair, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop reading, because three chapters isn't that much and the writing is enjoyable to read, that's just a way I think you could make it more satisfying.

Hope this helps,
Biscuits :)




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Great work! The only small changes I would make is to change the first line to "I never brought up the topic of my father" as it sounds a little more awkward your way, I thought you were saying you'd never raised him at first. Or maybe I am just dull, haha!

Other than that, it is a really lovely piece of writing. It flows well and is easy to read. You capture a romantic mood and the time period nicely. I think the beginning bit is a little awkward and could be readjusted as it feels clunky until you get into the parts with her mother talking about her father. I really loved the bit about them meeting, I could imagine it so clearly which means it was really well written.

Keep up the good work!





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