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RE: Trailer Trash 7 pt 4
🕑 Added 2020-08-22 18:48:12 +0000 UTC/// This one might be really upsetting to some readers, might advise you wait until the full Chapter 32 is written up before reading if you don't want to be really frustrated. No spoilers in comments, please!
The wailing keen of ambulance sirens and flashing lights cut through the November air like a knife, and the sparse traffic along the road dutifully slowed and pulled toward the median to let the emergency vehicle pass.
“Tsk, terribly inconsiderate,” Mrs. Moore made a dour face. “Honestly. We’re trying to take our daughter home, here!”
“We’re on the main road that leads right to the hospital,” Tabitha reminded her with an amused expression. “I think that’s fair odds for encountering an ambulance.”
“Always hated the things,” Mrs. Moore shook her head, seemingly determined to be unreasonable. “They always mean something bad’s happened, it’s like they’re this dreadful… I don’t know, omen or something.”
“All a matter of perspective,” Tabitha smiled. “I’m sure when you really need one, the arrival of an ambulance is a very welcome sight.”
“Well, we won’t be needing one of those any time soon,” Mr. Moore said. “I think we’re done and through with them things for a good long while, okay?”
“Okay,” Tabitha readily agreed with a nod. I wasn’t even conscious for whatever ambulance took me in from the party.
Normally being situated in-between her mother and father in the tight confines of the truck cab was unpleasant, but right now Tabitha felt comforted to be surrounded by her family. She’d been in sore need of a change of scenery, and more than anything the seductive call of freedom and personal agency had been beckoning for far too long. It was inordinately frustrating sitting there cooped up in a hospital room simply waiting to get better, and no amount of trifling distractions would ever be able to change that.
Tabitha needed to do things.
I’m going to set up a garden, Tabitha decided. Always meant to, but just never made time. I can’t actually PLANT anything until Spring, but I can certainly—wait, I don’t even need to keep this to myself, do I?
“Mom? Dad?” Tabitha asked, breaking into a grin. “Can I clear space for a garden?”
“In November?” Mr. Moore laughed.
“Yes in November!” Tabitha beamed. “I want to weed the yard so our grass looks better, anyways. Spend time out in the sun, feel the wind on my face. Get my hands in the soil. By the time everything’s ready and set up, Spring will be here.”
“Tabitha—the ground’s practically frozen, you’ll catch cold out there in the yard!” Mrs. Moore objected. “What sort of flowers were you wanting to plant next year?”
“Cucumbers, tomatoes, peas,” Tabitha said. “Peppers, maybe? I don’t know just yet.”
“Don’t sound much like flowers to me,” Mr. Moore gave his daughter a wry smile before turning his attention back to the road.
“Flowers... are only nice to look at,” Tabitha pointed out. “Vegetables can be nice to look at and good to eat. We already took just about everything from Grandma Laurie’s garden this year—I’d really like to be the one bringing her things, for a change.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Sweetie.”
“My birthday’s next month!” Tabitha’s eyes lit up as she remembered. “For my birthday, I’d like a big bucket for us to start composting with. And a pair of gardening gloves. If I can use some of those old bricks we already have in the shed, I can mark out an area the size of—”
“You’re not getting a bucket for your birthday!” Mrs. Moore seemed aghast at the idea. “Tabitha—”
“It’s not expensive!” Tabitha promised. “Even just a tall plastic bucket will do. I want to see if we can—”
“We can get you a bucket, but not for your birthday!” Mrs. Moore seemed rattled. “Can you just imagine it, a bucket, all wrapped up in wrapping paper on the table with a big pretty bow? What would everyone think?!”
“Oh, well you don’t have to wrap it,” Tabitha blinked. “You can just—”
“How ‘bout we get you fixed up with a whole gardening set?” Mr. Moore proposed. “Getcha some gloves, a little spade, trowel, garden rake—you name it.”
“I don’t know that I’d use all of them,” Tabitha admitted. “How about… a bucket, some gardening gloves, and... three or four tomato cages?”
“Why don’t we talk about ice cream?” Mrs. Moore suggested, rolling her eyes. “You’ve been talking about wanting yourself some ice cream for weeks. What kind did you have in mind?”
“I have been wanting ice cream,” Tabitha remembered with a dreamy smile. “Very much so, yes.”
“But what kind?” Mrs. Moore asked.
“All of the kinds!” Tabitha giggled. “I want all of the ice cream. All of it. Every kind. All of the ice cream.”
Not favoring their chances at the local McDonald’s soft serve machine being operational—it had become rather infamous around town for never working—Mr. Moore instead steered his battered pickup into the parking lot of the Food Lion so that they could buy a small tub of ice cream to take home and enjoy. The air was crisp and cool, so the two parents strong-armed their daughter into wearing Mr. Moore’s oversized hoodie overtop her dress and carefully guided her down off the cab’s bench seat until her sneakers crunched down onto dry fall leaves.
Being with her parents had felt restrictive and terrifying to her back in May, and Tabitha remembered feeling trapped by the loss of agency. As she linked arms with her mother and father to stride together down the rows of cars to enter the grocery store now, however, she simply felt happy. Sharing simple moments like this with her family wasn’t reliving a fond memory—it was treading new ground entirely. Tabitha wore a wry smile and couldn’t help but wonder to herself if it really took such a bewildering series of traumatic events to get to here.
I don’t know if I can say it was worth it, exactly... but I AM glad to be here like this.
Walking through Springton’s Food Lion was one of those surreal experiences that always seemed to pointedly remind Tabitha that she really was in 1998. The overhead strips of fluorescent bulbs were bright, but were they as bright as supermarket lighting she remembered from the future? Were they dimmer by a few shades? As they slowly stepped down the aisles and Tabitha marveled at the tightly packed shelves of product with all of their outward-facing brand logos, the familiar brands were rendered unfamiliar in some strange, subtle and difficult-to-place way. It was hard not to think of the store and everything in it as a veritable time capsule collection of days gone by, and she couldn’t help but search for things that stood out to her.
Maybe the colors are different? Or, the font the different brands use have all changed over the years and I’m not used to them like this? Maybe there’s less fine print? Maybe not? As Louis said in Interview with a Vampire—the world changed, yet stayed the same. I guess this feeling really can’t be described properly.
There was a magical feeling in traipsing down the aisles with her parents—after all, this wasn’t like waltzing through the grocery store from her childhood. It literally was the grocery store from her childhood. Just for today, a bit of that almost forgotten novelty and excitement had returned, the feel of being a kid again, where her parents just might be persuaded to buy her something really nice. After forty-some years of this, shopping would become the mundane; a matter of routine and nothing more.
Tabitha was intent on cherishing this with every fiber of her being.
The grocery store’s selection of ice cream was arrayed behind glass doors in the frozen section, partially obscured by foggy condensation and a glittering of frost. The different depictions of ice cream on each of the little tubs looked more than absolutely delicious, they sang a sweet serenade to her very soul and every single one made her mouth water with excitement. The picture of scoops of butter pecan ice cream conjured into being every memory of the flavor, until she could almost taste the dessert on her tongue again. The soft green of the mint with chocolate chips made her want to sigh with appreciation, and the cookies n’ creme likewise thrilled her with the simple possibility that she might be enjoying it soon. They even had bubblegum flavored ice cream—but, she hated that stuff.
Some things just shouldn’t have ever come to be.
“Lotta tough decisions,” Mr. Moore spoke up in amusement, seemingly having read her mind. “You need any help there, Sweetie?”
“We can get more than one!” Mrs. Moore spoke up. “We have room in the freezer.”
“This one,” Tabitha made her decision, swinging open the freezer door. “If it’s okay, I’d like us to get this one.”
Vanilla with peanut butter cup and fudge swirls; the paper tub was numbing cold in her good hand, and had more heft to it than she’d expected. Is this... too much?
“Is that gonna be enough?” Mr. Moore asked. “How much is it?”
“It’s two dollars and thirty-nine cents,” Tabitha looked up with a pleading expression. She’d forsaken the more expensive Briar’s and Ben & Jerry’s in favor of Food Lion’s cheaper generic brand ice cream, and it surely seemed like a good price by her modern sensibilities, but—
“No no, I mean—is that there gonna be enough ice cream for all of us, or should we get another tub or two?”
“I... thought you were just kidding about that,” Tabitha said, feeling stunned. “It’s—um, it’s a quart? Oh, a quart and half.”
“Pick another one, Honey,” Mrs. Moore encouraged. “Grandma Laurie and the boys’ll be there at home waiting for us, I’m sure they could eat that whole tub in a single setting.”
“Oh!” Tabitha blushed, passing her father the tub of Vanilla with peanut butter cup and fudge swirls so that she wasn’t awkwardly managing it with her hand that was still in a cast. “Right. Okay.”
She didn’t know the boys’ preferences for ice cream, so she played it safe and chose the combined vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry stripe of a neapolitan for them.
“I’ve got forty dollars here, you go and get all the ice cream you want,” Mr. Moore said, gesturing across the freezer doors again.
“This is enough!” Tabitha smiled. “More than enough. This is just for tonight—I don’t want us to have any leftover, or to make this a habit. I want us to keep eating healthy, and then have ice cream only on very special occasions. To help keep ice cream sacred and special.”
“Sacred, just listen to her,” Mrs. Moore chuckled.
The Moore family walked up to the nearest checkout counter to wait while the customer in front of them finished writing out a check. The nearby newsstand display featured a Time Magazine with the ominous text The Fall of Newt above the face of Newton Gingrich who was currently Speaker of the House of Representatives, almost prompting Tabitha to reach over and examine it. She paused for a moment, made a face, and finally withdrew her hand. Temptation was always greatest here, and she was both interested in what was going on in the wider world stage here in ‘98 and repelled by the thought of getting caught up in constant thoughts about the timeline and her place in it.
Definitely not tonight— I just want to enjoy being a teenage girl tonight. I feel like I never got to do that the first time, so… so this is fine, I can give all the serious thinking a rest for a bit longer. I’m not ACTUALLY mentally regressing. Right? At least, I hope I’m not. I mean, Mom and Dad certainly never cared about world events, so it’s not like— She turned to regard her parents for a moment, and did an immediate double-take, her mind completely blanking from whatever thought she’d been having.
Her parents were making out.
What the actual fuck, Tabitha’s eyes went wide and she felt disoriented for a moment, even double-checking to ensure that yes, these were in fact her parents.
Alan and Shannon Moore didn’t kiss, in her memory that wasn’t something that would ever even happen behind closed doors—let alone in a shocking public display of affection here in a checkout line! They were parents, not horny teenagers! Their relationship was supposed to be completely platonic. She knew that, in theory, they had somehow conceived her into being, but that—that was in the extreme distant past!
What the—what the fuck, Tabitha quickly looked away, feeling shell-shocked and lightheaded. This is… this is… new? This never… uh. What the fuck? When did…?!
Studiously examining the texture of the checkout’s conveyor belt and not daring to look up, Tabitha politely cleared her throat when the man in front of them finished and was walking away with his bags. They all shuffled forward, and Mr. Moore passed the tubs of ice cream over her shoulder and onto the counter.
Okay. Okay, they’re done. That was… weird.
“Grandma Laurie’s gonna kill us for getting the boys ice cream,” Tabitha’s mother laughed, certainly sounding like she was in higher spirits all of the sudden. “I really can’t believe they finished off all that Halloween candy so fast.”
“Wait, what?!” Tabitha’s head snapped back to her parents in consternation. “They what?! They can’t possibly have eaten all of that. There was so much! How long was I out of everything?! It’s—it’s just November, right?!”
“Honey... we weren’t sure how to break it to you,” Mr. Moore said with a somber expression. “It is November—but of 1999. You were zonked out for a whole year.”
“That’s—that can’t be—” Tabitha hurried to grab for the nearest magazine and then fumbled to find the publication date. “It is not! It says right here 1998, I can’t believe you would—that’s not funny! That’s not funny!”
The Food Lion cashier couldn’t help but give them an amused glance as he rung up the two tubs of ice cream, because both parents were laughing while their red-head daughter ineffectually swatted at them both with her one good hand.
“That’s so not funny! I can’t believe you would say that! I’m gonna get you for that!”
( 31, Released from the hospital. | RE: Trailer Trash | Next, 7 pt 5 )
Comments
Marius
I don't want to nag too much, but ... what's happening?
MrZ
Bryers ice cream, not Briars. I liked the speculation about lighting in the supermarket. Nice detail.
Tera
Obviously he didn't
Michael Maor
Sure, but under the circumstances (Their daughter just released from the hospital and them at least supposedly being very solicitous of her) I'd expect them to be aware of the issue, or at least notice when they screwed up. If it wasn't for the last paragraph I would have assumed they were going to realize the problem in the next segment, but that last paragraph makes it look like the parents are laughing in public at the daughter having a panic attack.
Christie
No parents are perfect, they are simply people. And people are mostly on their own heads. Its kind of fun to see they can mess around a bit, or that is a new "routine". Its funny and nice. Teenagers are dramatic most of the time, mostly for reasons the parents have no way of knowing
FortySixtyFour
Fixed, I think I was getting the Brad Pitt vampire confused with the Family Guy wife again. Easy mistake to make.
Arthur Bridges
I think you meant 'Louis' from interview with the vampire, not Lois
Michael Maor
Nice segment, however while the date line at the end was amusing it was really irresponsible and mean of the parents to make that joke when it was (or should have been) obvious Tabitha really was worried about the issue. About showing the differences in supermarkets and the like, one thing Tabitha could notice is video screens, or rather their lack. Today you have some places putting up giant flat screens to show their ads on, in 20 years I'd expect that sort of thing to be more common than traditional paper posters if no one develops something better, but in 1998 while you could get giant flat screen TVs they were much too expensive for stores to use like that unless they were selling TVs.
Vadalken
From all the horror stories I have heard about people in the U.S getting into cripling medical debt I kinda worry for Tabitha and her parents. The medical costs might be covered by some insurance or Erica's parents, but it would not suprise me at all if some of the cost fell on the Moore family. I have the impression U.S healthcare is scary like that.
Russell Todd
Oi! Did you read the note at the start of the chapter?
jmundt33a
Warning well timed. Yikes! She might be afraid to go to sleep for awhile. Also, she’s been awake for HOW long in the hospital before discharge and no one mentioned it?
Joseph Breneman
Thank you for the chapter. That was pretty funny. The date thing, the parents making out bit is still the stuff of nightmares.
Russell Todd
Lord have mercy!
Mundane
Even with your warning I was not prepared for -that-!!!
Bryan
Jesus Christ!
FortySixtyFour
The full chapter will be ready as always for the 1st of the month.
Mkrayn
With your preface/warning in mind, how long will it be before we can read this without extensive angst? In other words, when do you think you'll be done with the "full Chapter 32"? Not trying to be pushy, just trying to figger out if I can do this to myself...
