A. Ellen Deveraux-Saunders
Copyright© 2020 by Baba Walker
Chapter 1
The following is a work of fiction: All of the people, places, and events depicted are merely figments of the authors’ warped imaginations. Since it’s our imaginations, we imagine that all of the fictional characters are of legal age, and all of their fictional activities are legal in their fictional jurisdiction. In fact, we further imagine that Plato was correct, and we are all chained inside of a cave just watching shadows on the wall.
Monday - August 5, 1996
My family lived in a place that seemed like paradise growing up, on a big island in the Caribbean, on parklike grounds with trees and soft Bermuda grass, and old stone walls. Our home was a multi-story mid-century concrete structure facing the blue sea. There were cliffs and trees in the distance to either side. I was standing at the balcony watching the waves when my older sister entered the apartment.
“All grown up, are we now?”
“Hi Diane, You could say ‘Happy Birthday.’”
“That was yesterday.”
“So.”
“Happy birthday, Ellen. Gee, my little sister is all grown up.”
“And I can prove it.”
I showed her the envelope with the paperwork that we’d gone to obtain today.
“Yeah, it’s pretty funny that you have to prove that you were born, and not hatched.”
“That’s government for you, I had to go to one official agency, to get a document to take to another official agency. So they can give me a certification that somebody trained me to do something but they couldn’t explain if given a million years to do so.”
“So, when are you going to start your flying lessons?”
“Dad’s going to take me out in the 182 tomorrow. I get a month in the Cessna for my PPL and then five months in the Beechcraft to get the CPL, then--
“Jesus, little sister, details are important. It’s a Beech or a Beech 18, not a Beechcraft. They only became Beechcraft after Walter died and Olive Ann was running the company.”
“Where did you go last night?”
“Belize.”
“I can’t wait till I get paid to fly around the Caribbean.”
“Paid, ha! Who said anything about paying you? I’ve been there a year and I don’t get paid!”
“Yes, you do”
“No, I don’t. It’s a family business. We all work for free to build the company’s equity.”
“Yeah, right ... newsflash Diane, I’m not eight anymore. You can’t pull my leg like you used to.”
“God, you were so gullible.”
“I know. Remember the time right after we moved and you told me that we didn’t have a dishwasher. That we just got new plates every day and I put the dirty ones in the trash?”
“Mom wasn’t happy.”
“No, but she got mad at you not at me.”
“The hazard of being senior.”
Island Air really was the family business. My great-grandfather started it, my grandfather was the chief pilot. A couple of our great-uncles and great-aunts ran it. My father and others of his generation were the senior pilots. Mom ran the front office and several of my cousins were co-pilots, flight engineers like Diane was, and did the maintenance.
“Diane? Do you have a moment?”
“Sure thing Ellie, what’s up?
“I just wanted to ask you a question.”
“Okay.”
“It’s ... about my breasts.”
“Oh ... Ellie, really?
She said it as if she had heard what I was about to say 500 times. Which is a gross exaggeration, it’s closer to 478, ballpark, max. “Ellie, they’re fine. You’re beautiful.”
“I know I just always wanted them to be bigger. I always thought they would get bigger.”
“I mean ... like ... Take the way that you are dressed right now. A big loose t-shirt over a swimsuit.”
I quickly lifted the hem of my long t-shirt showing my sister that in fact, the shirt was all that I was wearing.
“Ellie, you’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, it’s just us sis!”
“Ellie, the look you have, it’s very subtle and it’s really sexy. Not just because you are naked underneath. You are tall and you’re lean. You have a pretty face, sculpted features, nice shoulders, and your breasts while not large are quite perky.
“I know. It’s just that Robert said that they were perfect.”
“Okay, I don’t know where this is going. But I don’t see a problem with that.”
“They aren’t perfect.”
“Robert is your brother. He was being nice. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But, I think he meant it. Maybe we should have his head, or at least his eyesight examined,”
“Yeah, very funny, you just can’t take a compliment.”
“No, it’s not that. I just ... well.
“What?”
“Well.”
“Spit it out.”
“He kissed them.”
“Robert ... our brother Robert kissed your breasts?”
“Yes, he put a hand underneath it ... them. One and then the other. He gently touched the nipples with his finger and then placed a light kiss on each one in turn.”
“Just out of the blue, Robert kissed your breasts?”
“It wasn’t out of the blue.”
“Explain.”
“I guess it started when I asked him if I should get a boob job.”
“What? Oh, Ellie, enough!”
“Well, I asked him if he thought that I was old enough to maybe look at getting ... What would they call it? An augmentation?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he said ‘no’ the same way I’d say ‘no.’ Why the hell would you want to do that to yourself?”
“Because they’re small.”
“Okay, get on with the story
“He told me no. That it was a silly thing to mutilate myself to conform to societal pressures.”
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