Joyce Reveals Shana's Backstory Short Story

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Chapter 1/ Part 4 Joyce Reveals Shana's Backstory Joyce don’t say anything to them please. Promise me you’ll behave there.” Joyce’s mother insisted. “How can you ask me to keep quiet, how can you Mom? You did nothing to help Shana. You knew what they did to her was wrong, but you did nothing. You are her Aunt for God’s sake! Don’t you have any duty towards your niece? “She is their child, I had no right to interfere. Since they forbid you to meet Shana, you know very well that even we were no more welcome in their home. My own sister treated me like a pariah.” “Shana and I were only ten Mom! We just had a few drags of cigarette. We were kids. They overreacted and separated us. Didn’t you realize then they were not normal parents.”…show more content…
I always knew they were weird.” “What do you mean weird?” “Well the story goes like this… Joyce sat seething. She had promised her mother to keep quiet. It was hard with everyone whispering, gossiping and actually telling the true stories. The truth was sensational, lies were not needed to make the story spicier. The gay husband, the suicide, the silent wife, no children, were excellent ingredients for the family drama. Joyce saw her ‘unbeloved’ uncle and aunt huddled in a corner. They looked old desiccated, defeated. She didn’t want to speak to them. She caught Shana’s eyes and nodded. Shana looked through her. Joyce realized Shana was locked in her inner world. She would wait to speak to her privately. Chapter 1/Part 5 The…show more content…
Speculations were abounding. Her late husband’s relatives, orbited around her like vultures. There was a fortune at stake. Rumors were flocking around. Stories were being invented, the truth embroidered and the sneers were coming on now. Everyone had a theory to share. Her family was talking about her late husband’s gay secret life, while some members of her in laws’ family were blaming her squarely for the gay tendencies and the suicide. After the funeral service the mourners congregated to her stately home. Shana kept quiet. Years of conditioning had taught her to keep her feelings to herself. She sat immobile while around her allegations and counter allegations danced a frenzied waltz. The coroner had been clear. It was a case of suicide. Shana looked up and saw the secretary in tears. He looked devastated. In some part of her Shana felt pity, pity for the dead man and his lover. He looked grieved, definitely more the grieving widow that she should have been, it was for sure. She called out to him. He looked startled and scared. She summoned him to come to her husband’s office. They both went into the room. She asked him to close the door. No one had followed them inside the room. Everyone was shocked to see Shana give orders. She had always been passive and self-effacing. Shana did not sit down in her husband’s chair. That was his. She sat in an armchair in front of the dead fireplace and motioned the secretary to sit on the adjacent
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