Christmas in Bellevue
The platform lift arrived to bring Jessica downstairs, and Rachel and I followed behind her.
What is it, I asked, as my little sister smirked when she put her arm around me. She giggled, as if hiding a secret, while we walked slowly down behind the lift.
Once downstairs, Jessica and Rachel both cried,
Merry Christmas! I just could not believe my eyes when I saw the tree. My brain just went into overload, and Rachel helped me to the sofa.
Merry Christmas, Came a chorus of people from the living room.
Jessica told us the story of how you were left for dead, and we all pitched in to make sure your Christmas was not going to be rotten, One of the people said.
We at WorldSoft thought she was treating you like dirt, Another said as he handed me a big box,
Go on, Jessica said, trying to stifle a giggle.
I tore through the wrapping, and it was the Game Box, World Soft’s console gaming system.
Would you like us to hook it up, One of the workers asked.
To what, Rachel asked, in a voice that sounded very scripted.
To this, Another worker said, as he handed another box to her, again in a voice that sounded too scripted to be spontaneous.
A TV!! Rachel was excited, but again it was scripted.
What’s going on, I asked.
Rachel pulled me into a hug and said,
OK. We’re guilty!
We made arrangements.
We wanted to cheer up our brother. We hated Delores.
Jessica took over,
I made myself a promise. When I saw you being dragged away from WorldSoft, I knew you were being led to your doom, and I promised myself that you would spend Christmas where you belonged: with your two sisters.
Jessica saw it in a flash as her tone suddenly changed,
Rachel! He’s going into overload. You know what to do!
My little sister caught me, and latched on, knowing how I got when my brain was overloaded with too much information at once.
He needs space, Rachel said, gripping me tightly, and allowing me to lie on her breast.
What are you hungry for, Rachel asked me quietly. I started crying a little, and my sister curled her arms around me and whispered,
Just lie on your pillow. Jessica is making breakfast.
All this for me, I asked through light sobbing.
Jessica and I have agreed that you will be living here with her while putting your life back together. She owns this house, so we don’t have to hide you from a landlord.
One of Jessica’s coworkers came over and asked,
Are you ok?
He’s just overwhelmed, but is otherwise fine, Rachel replied, not wanting to stop hugging me. Turning her attention to me, she asked,
Do you want to sit with everyone at the table, or are you feeling too overwhelmed? Jessica made breakfast for everyone like mom used to make for us on Sundays.