Keeping The Tradition Alive
©Kelly Jeanne 2022
After watching him disappear up the stairs she turns her attention to the head in front of her. After talking with her husband she found a calm assurance she hadn’t felt before. Thus enabling her to continue her work with confidence.
She takes the carving knife, and with a deftness she never knew before, she slowly makes a circular incision around the skull. Lifts it off and scoops out it’s brains and deposits them in the trash where the other heads and brains lay. She is sure this one would be a success and not land in the rejection pile.
Throughout the night she works. Upstairs she hears Maxton and Mr Niggles laughing and playing video games. They really have a great relationship only because Mr Niggles works at it. She loves him all the more for that. Maxton really is a good kid. How very fortunate she feels.
Finally, she finishes the head and puts it in the refrigerator to keep it cool until tomorrow evening, leaves a note for the two to make sure no one opens the fridge to see her handy work before the ceremony tomorrow evening. She heads upstairs, takes a shower and climbs into bed, not wanting to interrupt the time her husband and son are having together. By the time Mr Niggles joins her she’s already in a deep sleep.
The next morning she wakes up to an empty bed. Her husband let’s her sleep in the night after she prepares things for the ritual, knowing how taxing it is for her.
Yup, I certainly married a gem.
Persephone takes a long stretch before getting up and throwing on a robe. The stairs creak as she makes her way down and into the kitchen. For breakfast her boys are having a simple fare of strawberry jam and toast since they know they can’t get into the refrigerator.
“Good morning! How are my two favorite men doing?”
“Really good mom, thanks! Sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. Thank you for apologizing.”
Mr Niggles looks at her with the usual twinkle in his eye.
“You seem very calm and content this morning. Last night must have gone very well for you.”
“That talk we had last night really did wonders for my self-confidence. I think I did the best work I’ve ever done. You’re good for me, you know.”
“Mom! Dad! Please, not while I’m eating!”
They both look at each other with a snicker.
Soon, I’ll need the both of you to leave so I can prepare everything for the ceremony tonight.”
“Sounds good to me! Maxton and I can go get our hair and nails done.”
“Okay, we’ll do something extremely manly.”
“We can go to that new arcade and have pizza.”
“I can’t think of anything more manlier than that! We can do our hair and nails another day.”
“You two are something else! Why don’t you go now and make a day of it?”
“Say no more. C’mon son!”
As much as she loves the two men in her life, she needed some alone time and didn’t want them underfoot. As soon as they leave she goes upstairs for a quick shut-eye. In no time she falls into a dreamless sleep.
She wakes up an hour later with plenty of time to prepare things before her men come home from their day of fun. She heads to the kitchen for a quick snack, then washes the dishes and cleans up a bit. Now it’s off to the shower, after which she puts on a fresh outfit, combs her hair and brushes her teeth.
Persephone approaches the refrigerator and opens it, revealing the head she completed last night.
This is definitely the best one I’ve done yet. I wish mom was alive to see it!
Carefully, she takes it out, places it on a wooden block and puts it on the kitchen table. She tries to remember where she put the candles last year.
Oh yeah! The linen closet.
After retrieving them she goes back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the head before placing it lovingly in front of the huge picture window for all to see when the time comes. She makes sure the drapes are closed so Mr Niggles and Maxton won’t see it when they pull up.
Two hours of non-stop activity, getting everything just right, she finally allows herself to rest for a spell in the recliner.
Against her better judgment, she leans back into the inviting comfort and warmth of the chair. Indeed, it seemed as if the chair was beckoning her
Only for a bit. There’s still so much left to do…
Before too long, she fell asleep in it’s soft, welcoming embrace.
~ End of Part Three ~