Our short ride home was tense and silent. When we got home we changed into comfortable clothes and helped Mom get the lunch on the table. She had baked a ham and scalloped potatoes while we were at church. It was all ready to serve when we walked in. Lissia helped Mom with the ham -- slicing off delicious slabs while I loaded the table with the potatoes, rolls, butter and iced tea. There was always a relish plate with green onions and radishes -- Dad's addiction as he calls them. I heard Mom shoo Lissia to me, "Go ahead child, Steven needs your sweet arms around him." That put a lump in my throat.
She walked on cat paws over to me, "Hi Baby. How're you doing?" She kissed my neck and I held her to me, my eyes smarting -- Mom knew me too well. "I love you my sweet man. You have such a great, good heart I could only stand there while you called out those people in your church -- I can't do what you did."
"Not such a good heart Lissia if you knew what I was thinking at the time," I confessed quietly to her. I looked at her and her smile softened and her eyes were gentle like a spring rain refreshing the dryness of my heart, "I love you Lissia -- I don't care what they or anyone else says ever." I kissed her a lover's confessional kiss -- one of assurance not lust.
She patted my chest, "Let's put some comfort food in us. Your Momma made a peach pie too," she was smiling and caressing my hair and face. We turned around to take a seat and saw Mom and Dad smiling -- we joined them at the table and Dad offered a blessing. We ate our fill and sat around after lunch sipping coffee and eating pie, just talking like families do on Sunday afternoons in the South.
After lunch we cleaned up the dishes and were sitting in the den when my brother finally showed up. They walked into the den and to their shock saw Lissia and me with our arms intertwined sitting on the sofa. They could hardly speak. I stood up and called them over whispering to Lissia, "Stay seated." "Hal, Georgie I like you to meet Dr. Phylissia Wright -- Dr. Wright this is my brother Harold or Hal as we call him and my younger brother George or Georgie."
My Dad stood up and gave them the look, "Dr. Wright and your brother are engaged to be married. So welcome her to the family boys." His words had a familiar edge to them that Lissia didn't pick up but well-known to us.
"Good afternoon Dr. Wright -- it's nice to meet you," Hal grudgingly admitted with Georgie following suit, "Good afternoon Doctor it's nice to meet you." Talk about awkward this had all the marks of being the worst introduction ever.
Dad told them, "Sit down boys and spend some time getting to know your future sister-in-law. She's not only beautiful she's is brilliant and Steven loves her very much which means your Momma and I love her the same way -- the way we expect you both to treat her as priceless person she is...because she loves your brother." No pressure here -- whew.
We all chatted for a while and when Lissia interrogated my brothers on their academics they turned into cowards choosing to evade the topic with Hal stating, "We're not as smart as Steven," and Dad stepping in by saying, "You're lazy it's not about being smart."
Dad let them up off the mat and they excused themselves as we stood to go back to Lissia's home. She needed to wash clothes for her committee meeting at the university tomorrow and we were going to a movie in Rice Village. We hugged Mom and Dad, thanking them for their love and support. Lissia kissed my parents like a loving daughter would -- with Mom holding onto her, "My babies I love you."
"We love you too Mrs. Edwards..."
Mom stopped her, "It's Mom not Mrs. Edwards." They hugged each other and shocked me to death. Dad and I stood with our mouths open yet again. I would learn later from Dad that she was so angry at my brothers' behavior that she scolded them and told them that if they ever acted like that again to their sister that they could pack up and leave now. Boy when she changes she radically changes.
Lissia and I went to the car where I opened her door and let her in her seat as she reached across and unlocked my door. We waved to Mom and Dad headed toward her home. She was quiet for a while then, "How can your brothers be so different from you?"
I shook my head as though I was trying to clear some cobwebs, "I don't know the answer to that other than what my Dad said to Hal about being lazy -- it takes work to personally learn about someone else and to be involved in their life; it's easier just to accept as accurate bigoted statements that you hear because you're too lazy to check the facts. I guess the short answer is what Dad said, 'they're lazy.'
"Have they always been lazy? I mean you work like a field hand do they help out around the house?" she was astonished that they could get away with it.
"Well it's sort of my fault I'd always go behind them when we were working to make sure that the work got done the way Dad or Mom wanted and I fixed what they screwed up...so," I clenched my lips and teeth in a tight line, "my mistake and it happened so frequently they just expected me to fix what they broke. Dad found out what I was doing and he laid into me told me to stop fixing their mistakes and when I stopped they got burned. Then they called me a tattletale and some ugly things and told their friends that I was a snitch so you can imagine how I've been treated for trying to do the right thing. I learned a serious lesson, once you start fix what someone else breaks they never take responsibility for fixing it they just keep breaking stuff. Now it's better to do what my parents need done without involving them. They've spent so much time screwing around they don't know how to do things properly," I regretted opening that can of worms, "Sorry baby you didn't ask for an interpersonal discourse and I gave it to you."
She started laughing, "You gave me what I asked for in the social dynamics of the family. I couldn't have scripted your answer better if I had handed it to you. Steven your parents love your work ethic and I especially do -- it tells me I won't have to hound you to help around the house or such as that."
"You're right - you won't have to hound me, I generally start early and that makes Hal and Georgie mad because Dad comes in and scolds them for lying in bed. I finish early so I can study or do other things on my list while they're still dawdling," I shared.
"Do you know how to rest?" she pushed the string some more.
"I do when I'm with you but there's a dichotomy because I want to be the very best for us...so...I'm afraid to relax too much," I admitted.
"Why baby?" as she grabbed onto my forearm.