Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Enid Sawyer Attends Don Grubauer's Viewing, 16,541 words


Am slowly reaching a point where something is happening. Slowly, as in, it will still be a week before anything actually happens, but I am getting there. The Week 2 blahs are setting in. I want sleep, I want freedom from my other responsibilities, I want a toilet that doesn't overflow, I want clean clothes, free time, and a book deal. Is that too much to ask for, writing gods? Damn you writing gods, damn you and your incessant torture of my sensitive artist's soul. I am posting from yesterday's writing session, I was too tired last night to update. So here it is. It is revealed that Tab's last name is Sawyer, and his mother is Enid. Enjoy.

"Patricia sees Tab and his mother before Reggie does. But in classic Patricia fashion, she does not react at all. When Reggie sees them, she stiffens, and braces herself for what will surely be an emotional battering. Enid Sawyer always made her feel that way. Even before she betrayed Tab and broke his heart. Tab is dressed in a dark suit, it looks expensive, Reggie thinks, and it looks good. He looks good, but then, he always did. His looks were never the problem. His hair is a little bit longer now. He used to wear it short and spiky, now it frames his face in cascading waves. Dr. McDreamy himself would have been jealous.
Enid is dressed in what she considers appropriate funeral attire. Reggie herself doesn’t care much for convention, but surely, Enid’s ensemble is stretching the limits of good taste. It begins with an aged Chanel suit, black, which in and of itself is not offensive. Even the pillbox hat with the small veil isn’t too offensive. If it ended there, the look would have been a quaint throwback to simpler times. The black feathers attached to the hat, though, are a stretch. And by the looks of it, somewhere between her house and the funeral home, Enid must have been attacked by a crazed lunatic bearing a bedazzler. Because there are glittery beads everywhere, seemingly in no identifiable pattern, or... wait, do her eyes deceive her? It looks... well, it looks like Emilio Estevez in profile, Emilio Estevez circa The Breakfast Club, when he still had his baby fat but hadn’t acquired his bloat. Well, it is either Emilio Estevez or the Virgin Mary. Either way, no good.
When Tab and Reggie became engaged, Enid had immediately, without consulting Tab or Reggie, booked their wedding ceremony and reception at her country club. The deposit was non-refundable. Reggie thought that it was a classic reaction formation manoeuvre, a Freudian defense mechanism whereby the individual finds her own impulses dangerous and/or unacceptable, and therefore acts in the complete opposite manner to her impulses, thus negating the impulse entirely. Ergo, Enid detested Reggie and everything she stood for, and detested the thought of Tab destroying his life by marrying her, so she acted in a way that implied the opposite. That she was completely supportive. Well played, Enid, well played.
Unbeknownst to Tab and Enid, they are approaching Reggie in the wrong place, at the wrong time, on the wrong day. Reggie has reached the limits of her patience, the very limits. She has neither the desire, the energy, nor the Xanax to deal with Tab, Enid, and Enid’s obvious bedazzlement issues. To his credit, Tab is not his mother. And when he sees Reggie’s face, once the requisite painful twinge in his chest passes, he notices how tense she is, and he tries to head off his mother. He knows that this will not go well. But Tab can no more stop his mother from approaching Reggie than he can stop her from excessively bedazzling her outfits. He follows miserably at her heels."

3 comments:

  1. Amazing. Enid fits in so perfectly to your story. I love it!

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  2. I laughed my ass off at the Emilio Estevez circa the Breakfast Club bedazzling. Amazing.

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  3. Nice work with the Enid-tiein. And Reggie is hilarious with her expletive-laden psychological analysis of everyone and everything. Defense mechanism?

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