This little short for @flashfictionfridayofficial is based on a novel called "Two of a kind heart" by Nanci Griffith. It ponders an alternate story where Leota found out who her real father was.
"Mother please!" Kerry begged. "Don't be such a coward! You have to tell her!"
Julie shook her head firmly. "I will not Kerry!" She exclaimed. "It will kill your grandmother Leota and you know it!"
Kerry took a deep breath. She was getting worked up and she so hated behaving that way. But her mother clearly had her spine in a twist since she heard the news, completely unable to provide the support Kerry had hoped for.
"That's what Clair said too! And I refuse to believe it!" Kerry argued. "Leo deserves to know that Max was not her father!"
Julie's eyes went wide as Kerry uttered the words. "Shut it! Shut it! Your grandmother could be back here any..." the sound of a plate hitting the front porch and shattering proved that she was all too late. "Mum?"
Leota stormed in the door like a whirlwind. "Max is not my father! What is this foolery?!" Her face was red, tears threatening in her emerald eyes. "He was and is the only father I will ever have!" She has no idea why this is even a subject for conversation between her daughter and youngest granddaughter, but finds it offensive regardless.
Julie holds her youngest daughter tight. She can see her getting her knickers in a twist and feared the repercussions if they went any further.
Yet, no matter how hard she held her child, she could not stop her cursed mouth.
"No he wasn't! Howard Bates was your father!" Kerry exclaimes, breaking free to reach out for her grandmother. "Howard and Perlie had an affair in 1905 and then she had you!"
Leota was just about ready to faint. To think that Howard Bates, the man she so long despised for marrying her mother after her fathers death, would be her actual father, filled her with shame unlike everything else.
Suddenly the few good years towards the end seemed so overshadowed by decades of hatred and the fact that he never stopped trying became clearer.
"Noone wanted to tell you, Leo, but I won't lie. Claire...mum...even Howard, they all got their spines in a twist trying to hide things for their own good! But it isn't FAIR!" Kerry kept arguing, not caring that everyone would rather see that she held her mouth and not finished what she started.
Julie approaches her mother from behind, catching her falling weight and getting her safely positioned on the couch. "How about some ice cold ice tea, hmm? I'll have Kerry fetch some." She glared at the girl, who ran out the room at a speed which indicated she understood her place now that the secret was out.
Leota refrains from answering. She knows Julie will fetch it for her regardless so she saves her energy to overcome her own inner turmoil.
She didn't even know where her father was buried. She begins to weep, longing for Kerry to come back so she can ask. What did she do with Howard's ashes? Did she leave them in Saratoga? If only the old fool had had the balls to tell it to her face!
And Pearlie. Her blessed mother had kept the secret all those years and never let on. Yet, she must've known it was so. She must have seen the difference from her youngest daughter to her older children.
"That's why I never got along with them" She mumbled. "Horace and the others. We knew I wasn't the same." She buries her hands deeper in her face. "What will Corra say?!" She cries.
Kerry returned with the sweet tea, handing it to her mother to hold until her grandmother would be ready for it. "I felt you had to know, '' she repeated. "I know it hurts but it's what you deserved."
Julie rubbed her mother's back. "You despise your siblings anyway...and Corra...she has the sensibility to shut her mouth" she tries and fail to laugh it off.
But Leota wasn't laughing. Not in the slightest. "Weren't you ever going to tell me? Were you always going to lie?" she asks, to which Julie blushed a deep red.
"Mum...I never knew grandpa...but the letters are clear. Howard agreed not to make any claims on you for Pearlie and Max sake." Julie explains patiently to her shell-shocked mother. "Regardless, Grandpa always loves you."
Leota didn't find her words comforting. If she had known long before, perhaps her mothers choice of partner had not seemed so strange - but perhaps it would've made her own hurt worse, and her hatred would only have grown in the soil of this deceit.
She takes a deep breath. "Where is Thomas?" She asks, though she can tell the question is perplexing.
Julie looks around. "Probably still next door. He hasn't arrived for the party yet, mother." She says.
Leota nodded, standing up. Julie offers the tea but she refuses it. "I need to see him, '' she says, leaving the house and heading over to the garden next door. It's a graveyard, dead and unkept, but it never mattered because Leota kept hers nice for him to share.
She kept herself for him. Much like her mother, someone had eventually replaced her Edgar and she simply couldn't deny it any longer.
"Leota, what are you doing here? The party is not for another half an…" Thomas, as shocked as anyone else, is not given a chance to finish. Leota kisses him straight on the lips and holds on like she never wanted anything more.
Thomas, feeling reckless amidst his own shock, kisses her back and the two seem to mels into one in the middle of the hot Texas afternoon.
Julie and Kerry stand on her porch, observing the whole spectacle unfolding before their very eyes, the overwhelming afternoon showing its biggest surprise yet.
"See mama?" Kerry tells her, almost a little smug about the outcome of the whole thing. "See what happens when you don't have your spine in a twist?"