Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Bees' Niece
Last night Harold climbed in from the balcony, covered in dirt and soy sauce. The Chinatown heist didn't go as planned, obviously. In fact a lot of his big plans haven't really worked out lately. Used to be we lived pretty well off of his.. career. I know he dressed up, had that ray gun thingy and his mind control helmet. But he provided for us. Lately though, he's more likely to come home beaten up and empty handed, as not. Two weeks ago he snuck in through the garage with an arrow lodged in his femur. Like I wouldn't notice a goddamn arrow sticking out of my husband. So, yeah. I had to go back to work as a nursing assistant, to help make ends meet.
And Clara. This whole thing is really about Clara, isn't it? When her principal called, I lost it, I was so angry. At least at first. She's so smart, like her Daddy. She took one of his old mind control gizmos and -god it's almost funny when I say it out loud- she rewired it to control bees. Bees! Then she stuck it all inside that creepy gas mask she loves and terrorized the school bullies at recess. None of them were allergic thank god, but as you might imagine, the school was not happy with Clara today. And I'm furious. I am. It was brilliant and stupid and dangerous. Just like her Daddy. Except she didn't want to steal anything. She just wanted them to stop, you know, picking on the littler kids.
I don't want her following in her Daddy's footsteps. I don't. I don't.
I don't.
But I'm very proud of her.
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