The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion Part 9

POINT CLEAR, ALABAMA.

SOOKIE REALLY WAS IN A DILEMMA. SHE KNEW WHO SHE BELIEVED SHE was for the past sixty (dear G.o.d) years. But it had all been a lie. The real question now was, if she wasn't that person ... then who was she? And then she suddenly remembered something. She picked up the phone and dialed.

"Marvaleen, it's Sookie."

They chatted for a few minutes and then Sookie asked her, "So how are things going with your life coach, Marvaleen? Still going well?"

"Oh, yes. I see her for a private session twice a week and then once a week at her G.o.ddess Within group. Oh, Sookie, I wish you would come with me to the group. It will just change your life. We meet every Tuesday in her backyard, in a yurt."

"A yurt?"

"Yes. She had it sent from all the way from Outer Mongolia, and I swear, Sookie, it has special powers. I feel it the minute we enter. We all enter the yurt completely naked in order to free ourselves of the superficial trappings of Western culture, then we drum and chant to awaken the female G.o.ddess within. And after just a few sessions, it's raised my consciousness to a higher level."

"I see. Well, let me think about it. What I was really wondering was ... do you still journal?"

"Of course. It's a lifetime journey. Have you started, yet?"

"Not yet. But you said it really helped you find out who you were."

"Oh, it did, Sookie. You've just got to journal! First of all, Edna Yorba Zorbra says that all females have been raised in an oppressive society, and so our self-esteem is low, and so we start by doing an Appreciation Journal and build from there, then we go on to our Rage Journal. You can't get to primal scream until you do."

"I see."

"And it really works. At first, all my rage was at Ralph, and then it moved on to things I didn't know I was mad about-personally and globally-and after you release all your rage, you can begin to lift into a yin state of being. But, Sookie, I wish you would come to group or, at least, yoga."

"Well, let me see how the journaling goes first. How do you start?"

"Well, you start every morning making a list of ten things you like about yourself."

"Oh ..."

"For instance, like ... 'I like my b.r.e.a.s.t.s' or 'I like my feet'-things like that."

Later that afternoon, Marvaleen had printed out instructions and dropped them by for Sookie with a note.

Sookie, I am thrilled you are embarking on this magical journey to your interior and honored to be your guide to self-realization and mindfulness. First, it is imperative that you create a private Sacred s.p.a.ce and set up an altar with a photo of yourself as a child, a candle, or anything else that speaks to you. I have a picture of the Dalai Lama and Oprah Winfrey. As a beginner, I would start with this simple self-esteem and appreciation journal. It helps open your chakras for more intensive work later. Each morning, write ten things you like about yourself and five things you would like to change. And, Sookie, be kind to your inner child. Remember, she needs rea.s.surance from the adult you. Tell her you love her and that everything will be all right. Edna Yorba Zorbra says we must learn to parent ourselves as we trudge the road to Happy Destiny.

Blessings and White Light, M.

P.S. Just so you know, Edna Yorba Zorbra is doing a chant and meditation study this Thursday night, including a vegetarian potluck. Would you like to come? Let me know.

The next morning, Sookie went about creating her Sacred s.p.a.ce. She decided to set up her altar out in the greenhouse. She found a school picture of herself from the third grade and a candle and headed out with her journal in hand. She lit her candle and placed her photograph on the shelf. Lord, she really had looked like Little Orphan Annie. How pitiful. And then she sat down in her big rocking chair, opened her journal, and started to write.

Ten Things I Like About Myself 1. My husband 2. My children 3. My house She had never even thought about body parts, one way or another, except her hair, and she had never liked her hair, but she needed seven more things. Earle always said she had pretty skin, but she had always hated her freckles. An hour later, she still had only three things. This wasn't going well at all.

Maybe she should just skip this and start with five things she hated. Aha-she had one.

1. Blue jays Well, no ... she really didn't hate them. She was just mad at them at the moment. And they couldn't help being how they were. And she couldn't be mad at nature, could she? Oh, Lord.

Two hours later, her candle had gone out, and Sookie was still sitting out in the greenhouse. It was clear the "journaling" wasn't working. As hard as she tried, she had not been able to get past number three on her "Ten Things I Like About Myself" list. Maybe tomorrow, she would try and reread some of the codependent books Marvaleen had given her.

A few years ago, before she had found the life coach, Marvaleen had been attending a twelve-step program for codependents and had dropped some books by. Sookie had read them and for a time she'd really tried to be a little more a.s.sertive where her mother was concerned, but it was hard to make any progress. Lenore was just so darned overpowering. And no matter what was going on, she always had to be the center of attention.

Every Mother's Day was a command performance, and it was all about Lenore. Never mind that Sookie was a mother herself and had four children. Lenore said, "Sookie, you may be a mother now, but remember, I was a mother first!"

G.o.d, when she thought about all those years she'd been sure to buy her a Mother's Day corsage and made sure all the kids had presents for her and had them get all dressed up, because they had to look just perfect for Grandmother, and they always had to go to the big Mother's Day buffet at the hotel, because it was where all Lenore's friends went, and she wanted to show off her grandchildren. As usual, Sookie had just been another person at the table while Lenore had held court.

On Lenore's birthday, Sookie always had to plan a huge celebration somewhere and make sure she received lots of presents. Even on Sookie's birthday, Lenore had hogged the spotlight, and they all had to hear about how she had been in labor with Sookie for over forty-eight hours and how Sookie had been such a large baby. But that was Lenore: the bride at every wedding, the corpse at every funeral.

Maybe the fact that Lenore hadn't had a mother herself was one of the reasons she had such poor parenting skills. Or maybe, as Buck said, she was as crazy as a loon. But whatever the problem was, Sookie was convinced that a lifetime with Lenore had wrecked her nervous system. Thank G.o.d, Earle had built her the greenhouse, where she could go out and sit and be quiet for a couple of hours.

Whenever she had complained to Buck about something Lenore had done, he would say, "Oh, Sis, don't let her bother you. Just ignore her like I do." But Sookie couldn't just ignore her. She was far too close to ignore. Even now, she could hear Lenore sitting out on her pier and talking. No surprise. If the wind was right, people in Mobile could probably hear her all the way across the bay.

It wasn't fair. Her real mother was probably some nice, quiet, little Polish woman.

A STAR IS BORN.

FOR THE NEXT FEW YEARS, BILLY AND FRITZI PERFORMED ALMOST every weekend all through the Midwest and did a few shows as far away as Canada. And because of Billy, Fritzi had met a lot of the great old-time barnstormers. She even took a plane ride with the most famous of all, Clyde "Upside Down" Pangborn, who taught her how to improve her spins and loops and how to pull out of a stall.

Sure, it was dangerous, and as she found out, flying with the circus was a hard-living, hard-drinking life. But it was also fun and exciting, and as Fritzi always said, "A h.e.l.l of a lot better than my old job working at the pickle factory."

On most Monday mornings, after doing their show on the weekend, Billy was usually too hungover to fly, so Fritzi would have to fly by herself to the next town where they were performing and drop the flyers advertising their upcoming show. But she didn't mind. There was something thrilling about being up in the air all alone, just her and the plane, flying with the wind in her face. Sometimes, when she didn't get back until after dark, and it was just her and the stars, she felt like she could stay up there forever. She loved flying in and out of the silver clouds and seeing the lights of the little towns below. Of course, she missed her family something awful, but other than that, life was good and getting better all the time. After only a short while, she was already a headliner.

Come See THE BILLY BEVINS FLYING CIRCUS.

Featuring FRITZI.

The Most Famous Female in the Air Today Performing Death-Defying Aerial Stunts

THRILLS AND CHILLS!.

See Famed Aviator Billy Bevins & Fritzi, the Female Daredevil Perform Spectacular Stunts & Flying Demonstrations

BE AMAZED!.

This Sat.u.r.day at Legion Field Starting at 2 p.m.

Fun for the Whole Family Rides: $5.00 for 10 minutes And they were spectacular stunts. Fritzi, dressed in her purple leather flying outfit with her long white scarf, tall boots, and helmet, would crawl out on the wings and do her stunts and dance for a while. Then, at a certain point, Billy, who was wearing a parachute, would level the plane and crawl out of the c.o.c.kpit onto the other wing and walk to the end and jump off. People on the ground would scream in terror. "Oh, no! He's left the girl up there all alone! She'll be killed!" In the meantime, Fritzi would crawl back into the c.o.c.kpit and take over the controls. And then, to the audience's surprise, she would perform rolls, loops, and tumbling spins almost all the way down, then, at the very last second, pull up and do the same thing again, leaving the audience screaming and breathless, thinking she would crash at any minute while Billy slowly floated to the ground in his parachute.

The crossover in the air looked dangerous to the crowd, but Billy, who left nothing to chance, had timed it to the last second.

When Fritzi would finally come in for a landing, her plane would be mobbed with fans. She liked that, and so did Billy. While Fritzi was still out on the field, signing autographs and posing for pictures and taking people up for ten-minute rides at five dollars a pop, Billy would be over at the airport bar, having drinks and "counting the gate." Some weekends, Fritzi's cut was almost seventy-five dollars.

Fritzi was glad she could send a little money home to help out. Momma still worried about her night and day, but Poppa said, "She's happy, Linka."

"Yes, she's happy she's showing off," Momma would say with a sigh. "But at least she's showing off for money."

POINT CLEAR, ALABAMA.

SOOKIE WAS WORRIED ABOUT TELLING THE CHILDREN AND WAS TRYING to figure out the best way to do it. What could she do to soften the blow? She picked up her new cookbook, Polish Cuisine. Maybe she would have them all over for dinner and fix nothing but traditional Polish dishes, and if they liked it, she could say something like, "Well, I'm glad, because as it turns out, you all have Polish DNA." She read the recipes to see what she could do, but everything had too many beets and too much sauerkraut.

She knew her kids, and they would definitely not like golonka, pork knuckles cooked with vegetables, or zrazy, stuffed slices of beef and tripe. Besides, she didn't know what tripe was. She tried her best to find something fun she could make, but it was no use. She finally just gave up trying when she came to something called czernina, duck blood soup. Oh, dear. This was not going to work at all. She would just have to find another way. She supposed that when she did tell the children, she should probably start with Dee Dee first. And that was going to be very hard.

Lenore had filled Dee Dee's head with the Simmons family history and all that silly First Families of Virginia nonsense, and at times, Dee Dee could be a little sn.o.bbish. When Dee Dee was thirteen, Sookie overheard her saying to a new little girl in the neighborhood, "My grandmother is a sixth-generation Simmons from England. Who are your people?" She had made Dee Dee immediately apologize to the little girl. She also asked Lenore to please stop telling Dee Dee that she was better than everyone else. But, as usual, Lenore was absolutely no help. "Well, Sookie," she said. "Do you want me to lie to the child? Breeding counts in animals. Why not in people as well?"

As the days went by, Sookie started feeling a little steadier than she had. And, thankfully, after that one close call when she had driven by the cemetery, she had been able to successfully avoid seeing her mother. Then one morning she ran downtown for just a second to pick up the dry-cleaning and ran smack into her.

Sookie managed a pleasant h.e.l.lo, but Lenore just stared at her and said not, "How are you?" or "Are you feeling any better?" but "Good Lord, Sookie, your skin looks terrible. How long has it been since you've had a facial?" It was all Sookie could do not to strangle her right in front of the hardware store. As she walked away, her heart was pounding, and her hands felt all sweaty. It was at that moment she realized she must be more upset than she knew.

When she got home she called Dena.

"Sookie! I'm so glad you called. How are you, honey?"

"Terrible."

"Oh, no. Are you having problems?"

"Well, if you consider wanting to murder someone in broad daylight, only a half block from the police station, problematic, then yes."

"Oh, honey, that doesn't sound like you."

"No, it doesn't. I could be right in the middle of a nervous breakdown and not even know it."

"Are you concerned?"

"Yes, I'm concerned. Considering the fact that I don't know about my real genetic makeup, who knows what I might be capable of doing? I could have relatives sitting in jail right now. I could be a danger to myself and others."

"Oh, Sookie, I'm sure that's not true."

"Really?"

"No, of course not. I'm sure that you come from a lovely, sweet family. You wouldn't be you if you hadn't."

After they hung up, Sookie hoped what Dena had said was true. She had done a little research on the subject and she knew that there were twenty-three chromosomes from each parent. She may never know about the unknown father, but she supposed for the kids' sake, for health reasons alone, she should try and find out a little something about her mother's side of the family-and for her sake as well. If by any slight chance she did have homicidal tendencies, she needed to know now, rather than later.

AFTER A FEW HOURS, Sookie finally got up her nerve and called information and got the number for the Pulaski, Wisconsin, Chamber of Commerce. She grabbed a small paper bag just in case she started to hyperventilate. When she dialed area code 920 and the number, a woman with a very blunt and definite accent that was alien to Sookie's ears answered and said, "This is Marian. Can I help you?"

"Oh ... h.e.l.lo. You don't know me, but I'm calling to inquire about a family there named Jurdabralinski?"

"Who?"

She spelled the name for her. "J-U-R-D-A-B-R-A-L-I-N-S-K-I."

"Oh, the Jurdabralinskis. The Gas Station Family."

"Pardon me?"

"They used to run the gas station in town."

"Oh, I see.... Well, do you happen to know if the family was healthy?"

"Healthy?"