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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Oddly Enough, It's Not the Only Story I Have Where Someone Jumps on Someone Else's Back

A re-post.  Liza Bean Bitey's Skyped message to the wedding party at the Greenlight Group's charitable event "Bad Wedding Reception" has kept me quite busy.  Liza Bean is beside herself with a combination of giddiness and ennui that only a cat can produce.  

I shall, of course, write about it.  

In the meantime, please enjoy the post below, originally written sometime in 2010.




We have to shout for days after the Rush concert.

It is 1981. The night is warm and our ears are ringing. We laughingly proclaim, with the arrogance of youth, that we will probably wake up deaf, comments that are greeted, hilariously, with “what?” and “huh?” and other manner of wit.

I have bought a tee-shirt. I am careful with my money, and my having spent some is not lost on my sister.

“You bought a tee-shirt? Since when?”

“Since just now. Shut up.”

Karen laughs, a tinkling sound. Images of fairies in trees leading people astray comes to mind. She is two years younger than I am. Slender, with thick brown hair and big brown eyes, Karen is the girl that you are surprised to find is as sharp as she is pretty.

I twirl my tee-shirt above my head, smiling. Not-so-secretly in love with Geddy Lee, I have taken up the bass in the last year in the belief that somehow he will hear of this and want to meet me.

I am picturing the two of us, eight full strings of Great White North-ness, when the tee-shirt is yanked from my hand and a black- shirted blur of a thief goes streaking by me.

“Hey!” I scream. I take off after him, abandoning the others.

I may have lettered in cross-country, but I am not fast. How many rows did I run down? How many cars did he dodge in and out of? I keep my eye on the man with the tee-shirt…

“He has my tee-shirt! He stole my tee-shirt!” People turn to look but don’t step in.

“Pearl!” I hear Karen behind me.

“He stole my tee-shirt, Karen!" I am outraged. It's mine! I paid for it! "He stole my tee-shirt!”

And just like that, Karen shoots by me, legs and arms pumping. Smaller, lighter, Karen is a sprinter.

“HEY,” she barks. In sleek moves I can see to this day, she steadily gains on him, launches herself into the air –

She lands on his back. He whirls around, batting at her, as she wraps her legs around his waist, uses her fists to beat him about the head as she screams into his ears.

"No one” punch “steals” slap “from my sister!”

The last slap catches him across the eyes. Too late, he bends forward to protect himself. She jumps off his back and picks the tee-shirt up from where he has dropped it.

She tosses it to me.

“Come to Coon Rapids some time,” she sneers at him, delivering a parting blow with both hands to his ears, “I dare ya.”

And then we run, laughing and triumphant, to the far end of the parking lot.

Where the van is waiting.


Launna said...

Awe that was sweet of your sister... haha... I would loved to have seen that;-)

The Chicken's Consigliere said...

Kidding. Karen is my hero! One more thing we have in common: I once bought a Takamine guitar in hopes that Bruce Springsteen would hear about it. And want to meet me. The glaring difference is that you were probably quite young when your romantic delusion overtook your common sense, whereas I was coming up on forty. We all mature on different schedules, I guess. Great story, Pearl.

Daisy said...

Love your sister too! :-)
Do you still have the shirt?

joeh said...

Brave girl...love it.

Somehow brings the image of Gomer Pile, "Citizens arrest...citizens arrest!"

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
Clearly fear was nowhere near. Fab memories! YAM xx

Delores said...

I remember this story. I was impressed with your sister then and I am impressed now.

Indigo Roth said...

Hah! Remind me not to remove any clothes from you...

jenny_o said...

I would SO love to know if that thief mended his ways.

Gotta love a person who sticks up for you like that, sister or not.

tiffany rose said...

Sounds like she was a good fighting weight. It's the little ones who are often feisty. The story, and Karen, are good uns.

Gigi said...

One of my all time favorites!! Love Karen!

Elephant's Child said...

What a wonderful sister - to have and to cherish. I wonder though whether the 'rules' that applied in our family did in yours? My brothers would protect each other (violently if necessary) from 'outsiders' - and would tough each other up, if anything, more violently...

River said...

Karen's a keeper.

Daisy said...

Karen to the rescue! Hurray! :D