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Posted on February 21, 2007
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Mama had taught her well. She had taught her how to play the helpless femme when there were bags to be carried or jars of pickle to be opened. She had also taught her how to keep the men at arms length while promising them the pleasures of everything that was connected to her arm. All she needed was the right ring on the correct finger attached to her left arm and all they saw and everything she promised in her songs could be theirs. Mama was not the only teacher she had, so she chose what she practiced from all Mama taught her with the careful abandon of the average twenty-something girl who thought she knew best.

And now he had violated her trust, again.

When he had let on that she had certain proclivities, the press had descended like flies on shit and since her particular kink extended to a certain bodily function not widely associated with carnal pleasures, the analogy was not misplaced. She had been forced ‘underground’. In her final telephone call to him she had used every single invective in her formidable arsenal to let him know what she thought of him. She sent the ring back with explicit instructions for where he could put it next. If he did it would hurt, a lot. She raved and ranted and threw things of value in her plush prison. Her mother remained standing, silently and out of range, while her neutral expression conveyed every ounce of her disappointment in her favourite daughter.

When her anger wore out she turned on the waterworks and this brought Mama a few steps closer but she was not going to let daughter get away with a pat and a hug after such damning revelations had placed her so squarely in the glare of the media spotlight.

Like most mothers, she suspected that her daughters were up to no good when they were outside of adult supervision. Like most daughters, both girls had far outstripped their parents’ mistrust of them.

The teary one was the one dumb enough to get caught but she suspected that their younger daughter had lost her virginity first. What Mama didn’t know was that junior had a penchant for entertaining callers within parental earshot in extremely public settings where the thrill of getting caught brought her immeasurable pleasure. She did it mostly for the thrill but also as private revenge for the fact that big sis was more successful and better loved, both at home and in the public eye. Jealousy they say can be a powerful motivator.

Powerful and blind.

It wasn’t her brother-in-law-to-be who had let slip about his fiancée’s penchant for extreme debasement as a way of achieving le petite mort. That had been baby sister’s doing. She was allowed to savour the negative attention on big sis for exactly two minutes before the news report swapped focus to flash her own picture on screen. What followed, in greatly lurid detail, was an account of the trysts she had engaged in at awards ceremonies, birthday parties, and most disturbingly, a funeral.

The reason she had been considered a decent actress was the reason she hadn’t known that she was being video stalked for months. She was oblivious to the camera. While other ‘actresses’ had turned into veritable deers-in-healdlights the moment a director bawled ‘action,’ she managed performances that always drew adjectives like ‘natural,’ ‘raw’ and ‘unaffected’ from the nation’s cinema reviewers. The keening wail that she let out at the end of four minutes of screen time for her publicly clandestine antics brought her mother and then her sister into the well-appointed TV room.

Mama had only to follow the newscast for thirty seconds before she turned around and slapped her across the face with all the anger she had been storing up after she’d learnt what her older daughter had been up to.

The shock that registered on little daughter’s face did little to ease the red film of rage that had dropped over Mama’s eyes as she thought of all the money the family stood to lose from endorsement and movie deals that would disappear in the wake of this dual disaster.

Right then, Mama made a decision.

Sacrifice the whore to save the freak.

Satisfied with her solution she took a deep breath and slapped the younger one a second time.

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