Mind the Time
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 3
"James? Mind the time ... twenty minutes and you can go home," Wendy's mom said.
Jimmy left ... right on time ... when he got home he asked his dad if he had a minute or two. The two of them discussed the un-named girl and her condition, but Pop didn't really know what to say ... except, "Ask your mother." The look Jimmy gave him brought a reality check. "Umh ... I'll ask."
Mrs. Mason, Estelle, said, "Massaged her breasts? Her mother was there? Just what kind of a girl are we talking about?"
"A very nice girl ... there's no tales about her at school ... lived here all her life ... smart, twelve and in my grade."
"Tell me about it," Estelle Mason said.
He ran through the run-in with the photo album... "Just like you did to me with Susan." The bike ride to Mc Dees and the sudden appearance of chest.
"Breasts," said his mom, "Spade is a spade, chest is a chest, breasts are boobs, tits, fun bags, a rack ... she didn't have... ?"
"Nope ... looked like a boy with long hair ... and a nicely arranged set when we left. I've never seen any thing grow so fast."
"I remember when mine started," Mom said, "This is purely scientific ... inquiring minds and all ... they hurt, and I hated it. I couldn't seem to rub or scratch deep enough. But it took months for them to grow. I wonder... ?"
"She asked her mom to remember somebody's curse. Her mom went through the same growth when she was twelve or thirteen ... I understand ... I think anyway, that all the girls get them the same way."
"Whose curse?"
"Pharaoh's ... Ancient Egypt? Mom ... what's going on?"
"Be right back," and she was. With a book, A couple of hundred years ago, it would be Debrett's, Today, it's Burke's Peerage. "Thank God, it has an INDEX," she said.
"What's her whole name?"
"Wendolyn Wanzor Austin," Jimmy said. "I remember because it was so unusual."
Mom fumbled through the index, "W ... W ... W ... Wa ... Wanzor. Page 179." She found 179. Burke's used to be huge but, democracy has eliminated so many aristocrats ... many of them violently ... that it's much smaller ... unless one gets the middle east version. Page 179 had a single heading. She called her husband, "Sit."
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