Seventh Daughter Beta
“The seventh daughter must pass the gift to her
seventh daughter.”
Her
mother’s words swirled around her, and Mona struggled to find where the voice
was coming from, knowing it was useless. Her mother had passed years ago.
“She must, Mona.”
The voice was stronger, more insistent.
Mona,
lying in her hospital bed, let out a moan, and her breath became shallower.
The words pulsated, and she made a feeble attempt to block her ears.
“The seventh daughter must pass the gift to
her seventh daughter.”
“Mother,”
Mona screamed, but only a whisper escaped, “I don’t have a daughter.”
A
small hand tugged hers, pulled her from the half dream and back to the room.
Mona opened her eyes, and pulled her lips into a smile.
Joey,
sweet Joey, smiled at her, concern in his eyes. How could such a little guy,
he was only eight years old, have so much gentleness? He took a wet cloth from
the side table and pressed it to her forehead. She didn’t like the cool cloth
on her face, but didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop.
“Feel
better, Mom?” He held her hand.
She
smiled and squeezed.
Her
mother’s words broke through.
“The seventh daughter must pass the gift to
her seventh daughter.”
Inside,
Mona yelled at her to shut up, and then took a deep breath. Gathering her
courage and her strength, she tugged at Joey’s hand, and motioned for him to
get closer.
Her
words were low, and she felt Joey’s soft breath as he bent closer to hear her.
“Joey,
... giving you the gift...my mother gave me.” Her words, stronger than they
had been in days, were slow and she paused often.
“Use
only if necessary.” She paused and looked at him to make sure he
understood. He nodded. “Hold my hand. .... Repeat the prayer after me.”
Joey
put the cloth down, and held both of her hands. Eyes on him, to make sure he
was listening, Mona whispered the words handed down from generations to
generation.
Much
later she awoke. Joey sat on a chair beside her bed reading.
Mona
motioned for Joey to get closer, and with effort said, “Don’t... use ...
too often... always a cost.”
Exhausted
she fell back asleep.
That
night, Mona passed away and Joey lost the brightest star in his life.
***
After
the funeral, Joey went home with his stepfather, Dillan, to the little flat on
top of Gerry’s Meat Shop. Dillan changed into his old jeans and a fresh shirt.
“Joey I’ll be back in an hour,” he
said as he walked out the door.
Joey knew Dillan probably wouldn’t be
back that night, and if he did come back, he would probably be drunk.
The
sun was beginning to set when Joey fixed supper; beans and wieners with toast.
He ate by the window and looked out over the street, thinking about his Mom,
unwilling to let the tears flow.
He noted the activity below, but it
didn’t quite register. City traffic was light. The wind picked up a loose
newspaper, and Joey watched as it tumbled down the street. A small white dog
sniffed along the sidewalk keeping close to the stores. Across the street, a
woman came out of an apartment building, and beckoned to two girls playing
hopscotch on the sidewalk.
Three
boys came careening down the street on roller blades. Joey stopped munching
when he saw one of them point to the dog. The boys slowed, and one by one they
surrounded the tiny animal. The taller one, he knew it was Cody, knelt and
beckoned to the dog. The other two made a wall so it couldn’t get through. The
dog made a bolt for it, but wasn’t fast enough. Cody caught him. Joey saw the
dog nip Cody in an effort to get away. Cody yelled something, and raised his hand.
"Hey, leave
the little dog alone." Joey yelled although he knew they couldn't hear
him.
The little dog
cowered. Joey could feel the fury in Cody’s actions, but not quite the anger
Joey felt when he saw what was happening. The three boys, with the dog held
firmly under Cody’s arms, made for the alley at the back of the meat
shop.
Joey
left his supper, and barreled down the stairs.
"Arrrfff!"
he heard the mournful yelps as soon as he opened the door.
Darn, they’d better not have hurt him.
He ran to the alley, but before he got there the three boys came barreling
out. Cody’s hand was bloody, and Joey’s heart sickened at the sight. He
hurried down the alleyway.
The
dog lay curled up in front of a garbage can licking blood pouring from his
paw. A large chard of bloody glass lay on the ground. It looked like he’d
stepped on it, maybe trying to get away from the boys. The blood flowed
steadily. Soft puppy moans came from him, and Joey almost cried to see his
misery. Joey approached with caution.
"It's okay doggie,
I'm not going to hurt you." The little dog seemed past caring, and paid
no attention as Joey sat beside him. Gently, Joey put his hand on the small
animal. He felt its body tremble beneath his touch.
"Nice dog, nice dog, it's going
to be alright." Joey patted the dog's head.
Joey’s
mind went back to his mother, and to the words she had whispered to him in the
hospital He remembered repeating words after her, and then the surge of warmth
running through his body, and the pleasant tingling which passed from the top
of his head down to his toes.
Without
thinking of the consequences, Joey repeated the prayer, hoping his
mother’s words were true. As he whispered the words, the warmth in his body
surged, and the pleasant tinkling started at his head and spread. The tinkling
didn’t reach his toes, but went to his hands, and seemed to pass to the little
dog.
The dog whimpered, and then Joey felt
it relax. Tears flowed as Joey gazed where the big gash had been. The bleeding
had stopped, and there was a raw scar where the cut had been.
“Feeling
better now?” Joey picked the puppy, and snuggled it in his arms.
He
tried not to think of the pain in his foot that had started at the same time
the little puppy had stopped bleeding.
The dog licked him on the neck as
Joey limped his way back to the flat. Joey thought he understood what his
mother had meant by the cost. His left foot was sore and stiff. He wondered if
it would ever go away.
Joey
brought the little puppy to the kitchen sink, and washed away the remnants of
blood as best he could. He got a bowl from the cupboard, and put half of what
was left of his supper on it. He placed it on the table next to his plate, and
brought the dog up to the table. They ate with the gusto of long held hunger.
“So,
what’s your name, puppy? Fluffy? Misty?” The puppy wiggled in his arms.
“I
know, I’ll call you Curly, ‘cause when I first saw you, you were all curled up
and your fur’s curly. What do you say, Curly?” The dog let out a squeaky
bark, and licked Joey’s cheek.
Later
that night, Curly stirred and Joey heard the doorknob turn. The little dog growled,
and Joey put his hand over his mussel so he wouldn’t bark. Joey heard the
usual noises as Dillan made his way to the room he had shared with Mona.
Joey’s door was closed, and he knew that even if he were drunk, Dillan
wouldn’t come in without knocking. He might crash into furniture, shout out
choice words, swear at him, but wouldn’t come in without permission. Tonight,
Dillan didn’t make any noise and didn’t knock. Joey snuggled closer to Curly,
and went back to sleep.
“Hey,
sport, breakfast is ready.” Dillan knocked and peeked in. Curly growled.
“What’s
this?”
“I
found him, he was hurt.”
“The
blood I found on a rag in the kitchen?”
“Yes”
“How’s
the dog now? Still bleeding?”
“No.”
“How’d
you stop the bleeding?’
“Don’t
know.”
“What’re
we going to do with a dog? We can’t take care of ourselves?”
“Can
we keep him please, Dillan.”
“We
have plans to make today, Joey, plans for the future, and I don’t see a dog
fitting in”
“I’ll
do anything, I promise, please let me keep him.”
“You’re
Auntie Pam’s coming today. We have to clean up. We’ll talk about the dog
later.”
“His
name’s Curly.”
“All
right, get Curly out of bed, and come have breakfast.”
Joey
rushed through his morning routine with Curly following wherever he went.
Dillan had made him peanut butter on toast. Joey looked up at Dillan. He
was clean-shaven, and had no morning shadows under his eyes. Joey cut his
sandwich, and put half on a plate for Curly. He grabbed the dog, put the plate
on the table and sat down.
“No
way, Joey. No dog at the table. Put him on the floor.”
Joey
looked up pleading.
“On
the floor.”
Joey
put Curly down, and was about to sit when the bell rang,
“Dang
it, she’s early. Look at this place.” Dillan rushed to pick newspapers off the
floor as he made his way to the door.
“Good
morning, Dillan” Auntie Pam went back in the hallway to grab two suitcases.
“
G’morning Pam.” Dillan hurried to help.
From
that moment, and until she left the next day, Auntie Pam took over. She gave
the apartment a thorough clean, made menus and shopping lists, and helped
Dillan and Joey plan what they had to do to stay together.
Late
that evening, she went to tug Joey in and asked him about the dog.
“Tell
me how the bleeding stopped, Joey.”
“Don’t
know.”
“Sure
you know. She passed you the gift, didn’t she?”
Joey
nodded.
“It’s
a dangerous gift Joey. Don’t use it anymore.”
Joey
nodded.
“One
time, Mona helped one of her friends who had cut her foot on a rock swimming
in the river. She stopped the bleeding... but Mona could never unbend the
little finger of her right hand after that.”
Joey
wiggled his foot still stiff and sore. All day it had taken super effort to
walk naturally.
“How
did this gift come about, Auntie,? Where does it come from?”
“You’re
Mom and I are Acadians, descendants of the French who settled on Canada’s east
coast.” Auntie Pam sat on his bed.
“A
long time ago, at the time when there were pioneers, a family, our ancestors, lived
by the sea. They had twelve children. Times were pretty rough but they
managed.
They had five boys and seven girls.
It suited the mother and father quite well for they each had children to help
with the daily chores.
Trouble was, they were far from
everything. Their closest neighbor was twenty miles away. That was pretty far
to go by horse and even worse in winter.
A priest came to visit once a year.
The early Acadians were very religious. They prayed together every night and
every morning when they got up they consecrated their day to God.
One
cold winter day, the eldest boy, out cutting wood, missed the tree
and got his leg. There was a big gash and they couldn’t stop the
bleeding. The family began to pray.
As they prayed the youngest girl,
Marie, had a vision. She went to her brother put her hand on his arm and said
some quiet words. The wound stopped bleeding. Marie was told in the vision to
pass the gift to every seventh daughter. And that, dear Joey, is about all I
know.”
“But
I’m not a girl, and I’m not the seventh child.”
“I
know, I don’t know if it’s is going to change the gift. Be careful, Joey. They
say the first girl who had the gift ended up a cripple. Some say she got
better once she passed the gift on, but who knows?”
“Did
Mama’s finger ever get better?” Joey remembered his mother not using her left
hand very much and wondered.
“Not
as far as I know.”
Joey
nodded. It took a long time to get to sleep that night. He snuggled up to
Curly, glad the gift had been able to save the dog, but he didn’t want it any
more. He didn’t want to grow up handicapped.
Mona
didn’t leave the next day as they had expected. She was waiting for Dillan at
the breakfast table with bacon and eggs when he finally got up at ten past
nine.
“We
have to talk, Dillan.”
“I’m
listening.”
“I’ll
get right to the point. I want Joey to come live with me.”
Joey
was listening from his room, the words coming loud and clear through the vent.
Dillan
didn’t answer right away, and Joey held his breath.
“There’s
nothing to talk about.”
“What
do you mean?”
“Joey
stays with me.”
“But
he’s not yours.”
“He’s
not yours either.”
“She
was my sister, you were just living with her.”
“Common
law, Pam, just as good as married in this country.”
“But
this is not suitable for a kid.”
“What
do you mean?”
“You
drink, you’re never around.”
“Haven’t
touch a drink since the funeral.”
“How
long is that going to last?”
“As
long as I want it to. I told you the answer is no, conversation closed.”
Joey
heaved a sigh of relief. He liked Aunt Pam, but Dillan was the only family he
knew. Aunt Pam had never been around much, and he didn’t like where she lived,
in a small town where there wasn’t much to do.
There
was more arguing from the kitchen, but Joey didn’t listen. Once Dillan made up
his mind about something he didn’t change it.
Later,
Auntie Pam left, but not before having words for Dillan and for Joey.
She
took Joey aside, “Joey I don’t want you to use that gift. It’s not right, more
like a curse. Leave it alone, if I can figure a way you can get rid of it,
I’ll let you know.”
As
she got out the door, she shot back at Dillan, “I’ll be back.’
The
good thing about the next few weeks was that Joey and Dillan began to talk
about important things, about their future, about how each was dealing with
the death of Mona, and about day to day things. It was difficult for Joey to
open up. He liked being on his own, dealing with his own problems, but when
Dillan admitted he was the same way, that he wanted them to be more like a
family, it became easier to share.
One
thing worried Joey more and more. A few days after he had rescued Curly, he
went to the playground. The boys were getting ready for a ball game. Freddy,
his friend from school, called him to his team. The other team was made up of
Cody and his gang.
“Hey,
Freddy,” Cody called, “don’t think because you have Joey on your team you’re
gonna win.”
“Yeah,
well, Joey could beat your team with his eyes closed and one hand behind his
back, standing on one leg.”
“Yeah,
he got two homers last time because Harry pitched when he wasn’t feeling
well.”
“Excuses,
excuses.” Freddy called as his team got ready to bat.
The
bases were loaded when Joey took the bat. He wasn’t feeling as confident as
Freddy. The first ball came at him, and he swung and missed. He hit the second
ball to left field and started to run.
It should have been a home run but he
barely made it to first base. His foot was so stiff and painful that he just
made it before the ball came flying in. Freddy called time, and rushed to
first.
“What’s
the matter with your foot, Joey?”
“Don’t
know.”
“Want
me to get someone to run for you?”
“Yeah.”
Joey didn’t want to run again, didn’t want to play anymore, wanted to go home
and think this thing out.
He
left the game early and limped home. Sometimes the limp seemed to be getting
better, and at other times it appeared worst than before. He had no idea what
to do about it. Maybe it wasn’t the gift, maybe he had twisted it without
realizing it.
Dillan
was sitting on the stoop when he arrived home.
“Hey,
what’s with the leg? Hurt yourself at the park?”
So
far, Joey had managed to keep the limp from Dillan, walking straight with
superhuman effort when Dillan was around.
“Don’t
know, Dillan.”
“Did
you fall or something?”
“No.”
“How
did this happen?”
“Don’t
know.” Joey turned so Dillan wouldn’t see the worry in his eyes.
“Okay,
Joey, we’re going to see a doctor. This doesn’t look good.”
The
doctor examined the leg, took x-rays, and then sent them in the waiting room
to wait. Finally, he came out and talked to Dillan.
“There
doesn’t appear to be anything physically wrong with his leg. I suggest he do
some gentle exercises for a week, if that doesn’t help, bring him back and
we’ll do more tests.”
Joey
was quiet all the way home, and he wondered what would happen if the foot got
worse. Maybe he’d have to use a wheel chair.
“Okay,
Joey,” Dillan said, as soon as the apartment door closed behind them. “what’s
troubling you? Want to tell me what this is all about? Is this the
mumbo-jumbo, your Auntie Pam was telling me about, the gift Mona gave you?”
Joey
nodded.
“Darn
it, Joey, that stuff’s for the birds. It’s all in your head.”
Joey
looked up at him.
“You
have to make up your mind this thing isn’t real, then it’ll go away.
Otherwise, we’ll have to see a shrink, not a doctor.”
Joey
nodded, but he had tried everything he could think of already.
“Look,
let’s give it a week like the doc said, then if it’s no better we’ll do
something about it.”
“Okay,”
Joey agreed. “I’ll do exercise, it should go away.”
Over
the next few weeks Joey did his exercises, and it seemed to help but the pain
never totally left. He walked more naturally, and Dillan seemed to take that
as a sign it was getting better, and didn’t mention the shrink or doctor
again.
Joey
went back to playing ball, and most days could run all the bases. He jogged in
the park with Curly, another exercise that seemed beneficial.
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