“Unlocking the Mysteries of Shack Man: What Heartfelt Revelations and Pisces Secrets Reveal About a Father’s Playful Side!”
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Catch up here – Shack Man
Chapter 25: Witnessing & Pisces View On Daddy Hijinksj
I’m talking to my sister.
“Welcome! He was in total character. Welcome! Welcome to our home! We’ve heard a lot about you. Come in…”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. He was textbook.”
“Textbook what?”
“Sagittarius with and Aquarius moon. There was an entryway into the house… well, the whole house was weird. But he filled up the entryway, effusive and larger than life.”
“So he could have done this, the first time. He’s got a personality he can turn on?”
“Yes. He was utterly, likeable. I’d have liked him for sure, in difference circumstances, but hey. The brother didn’t want to touch him. He set, Shack, up, by having him bring me there, etcetera and so forth, he’s a dick. But he did have the big personality. Too big for the space, actually. That was a theme.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. It was a strange house. Every room in it felt odd.”
“Was it him?”
“No. I mean, yes, but no. The house itself was weird.”
“I’m assuming it was nice. Was it a nice house?”
“Should’ve been. It was a very nice neighborhood and it looked normal from outside, but once you were inside…. It had a weird layout and the rooms were odd.”
“Fucking Neptune transit! Earth to Elsa! Do you realize you aren’t telling me anything. Where is your brain! WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THE HOUSE?”
“Okay! He did not fit in the room. He did not fit physically or otherwise. Nothing fit.”
“I can’t understand you.”
“Okay! We ate dinner! He was at the head of the table; long table, Shack and I were sitting next to each other on one side. But the wall was right behind us. I’m saying the table was gigantic; far too large for the room. You could barely pull the chair out to sit.”
“Well that’s odd.”
“No shit. That’s what I’m telling you. It was the mother’s prized table, custom made, which he got in the divorce, so he kept it, even though it was ridiculous.”
“Seriously? Like it’s trophy?”
“Yes.”
“He took it from the home where it fit, to keep the mother from having it?”
“Yes. She got the house. He got everything in it.”
“I see. Was his wife was at the opposite end of the table, where his other wife used to be?”
“Yes.”
“XXXXX! Something is wrong with, Elsa! She can’t even tell me the fuckin’ story. I have to interview her ass. God, I hate this transit. THE WIFE. You know, The bitch he is married to? Who was she? Was she some old bitch?”
“No.”
“No? What kind of answer is that? Where is my sister? XXXXX! Elsa, sounds like she’s body snatched!”
“Oh for Godsakes! I am not body snatched. What do you want to know?”
“I want to know what the bigot Sadge looked like and I want you to tell me about the wife as in who is she? Who did he marry and who married him?”
“The Sadge looked pretty good, but his asshole vibes were incredible. It’s a pretty good looking family across the board. He was a dude who could take over the room.”
“You mean, charisma?”
“Yes. Like W (our father). His wife was nice, She was very nice and a very good cook. Everything was very, very good. Fresh! Really, it was a fantastic meal. She went above and beyond. But it was also odd, because… well, the wall. You had to sort of climb into the chair. I guess they didn’t eat in dining room, generally. But the wife was very nice and she was pretty. She was not old and she was not a bitch. She was Thai.”
“THAI? Did you say she was, THAI?! Just a minute. Hold the fuckin’ phone! You mean this guy comes out there and calls you the n-word? And what is she? Is Thai, white? She was you color, right?”
“Yes.”
“What is it with you and these one word answers? Jesus, Elsa. You usually never shut up! And another thing! Have you noticed, every son of a bitch in that family went out and found themselves a spouse who is not their race? In search of a beating heart, I’m sure.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean? You’ve not noticed how cold these fuckers are?”
“Uh… I have not thought, Shack, was cold, but yes, I see what you mean. So I have a beating heart?”
“ELSA! Get in your body, NOW! Where are you? XXXXX! I think, Elsa, got swallowed by whale. Yes, you have a beating heart! On top of that, you start hearts for others all the fuckin’ time. You’re a heart-starter. You do it so often, it should be your full time job. Whole line of people waiting ‘round the block, so my sister can start their hearts.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know! Neptune took your brain. But this is what you do. I tell people about this all the time. How you bring dead people to life and it takes you about a minute. Less! You just have to glance at most them. Elsa, I shit you not! You could have a commercial on TV. Got a dead heart? Come on down! I’ll start if for you for… no charge! I just don’t like looking at dead motherfuckers, so just come on down and I’ll start your heart, today!”
Silence. And then I laughed. I had no earthly idea what she was talking about, but I could see my commercial.
“Okay. I see you can’t think so I will do this for you. I never thought the day would come, I’d have to think for my sister, The Brain. You definitely start hearts. People are dead when they meet you. You start their hearts for them and they’re happy. Look at, Shack. He’s was dead when you met him.”
“He was not!”
“Yes, he was! He’s out there, laying on the floor, in the dark, in a shack and now look at him. You jolted him, he came to life, and now you’ve jolted the whole family. They’re up, they’re alive; problem is, in this process, you’ve also jolted the father.”
“How? I barely spoke to him.”
“Are you kidding me? He met you on the porch; he said that shit and you laughed. You LAUGHED at him, Elsa. In his face.”
“Well, it was funny.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be funny. It was supposed to HURT you. You were supposed to die with that comment. Instead, you laughed at his ass. Then you send Shack to deal with him. He could only do it because of you. What did he say? I should have done this, long ago? Well he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it, because he had a dead heart. You started it and now he’s a danger.”
“I will say, his was a heart worth starting. He knows you started his heart and he’s been very good to you. This is not always the case. Not that it matters to you. You do not discriminate when it comes to your heart-starting. You’ll start whatever heart comes your way. You’ll even start the heart of someone you hate! Yeah, I hate them, but I can’t leave them with a dead heart. We’ve tried to figure it out, but we haven’t been able to.”
“I see,” I said, catching on, some.
“Then you start, or rather, you restart his other son’s heart, because you’d already done it once. But then the father killed him, yet again, right there on the front porch. He’s been doing it his whole life, but this time you were there and you undid his assholishness with your talent, before you even got back to the car. Like you pretty much just breathe on the guy and he’s fine. It’s the way you are. The father doesn’t like this shit, believe me. Now he’s after you.”
“After me?”
“Yes. You’re a greater power. He’s beside himself.”
“I’m a greater power?”
“Yes. You beat him, handily, and you obviously didn’t even have to try. Fuck! You don’t even see this.”
It sounded farfetched, but I was out of it. Damned transits. “What needs figured out?”
“I don’t know, exactly. That’s your job, for when your mind returns. But I can tell you this: that was a dead family until you came along. All dead.”
“Explain.”
She hit her cigarette. “Shack’s in shack, his brother, I don’t know, but I know you like him so he has to be good. Good, but dead. He had a heart problem, which you fixed…”
“You definitely started the Italian’s heart – he’d given up. He just heard of you and his heart started. Also, his wife finally has a sister; it was like looking in a mirror there. Her sister was never going to be her sister. She’s another heart you started.”
“You also seem to have started the mother’s heart, or warmed it, at least. That alone is a minor miracle. Barracuda’s husband, same thing. Bet he didn’t expect it; no one ever does.”
“These people were all dead. Now they’re all alive. People ask me, what’s your sister do? She starts hearts for dead people, I say. I’d know! You’ve started mine, many times!”
“I have no recollection of that.”
“I’m not surprised. I have never seen you this stupid, in your life. You’re impaired, so I will help you. The father is a bad dude. We know this from the brother, the sister, the Italian, and now you saw his bullshit, firsthand. And then you tell me he has a Thai wife.”
“Yes.”
“Is she like you?”
“Yes. She did exactly what I would do, if I had new people coming over.”
“What’s that?”
“Cook a nice meal, using ingredients most people like. Clean everything. Make them a place to stay, where they’ll be as comfortable as possible. Be nice.”
“Virgo. Was she a Virgo?”
“Probably.”
“What is it with all these Virgo Aquarius combos?”
Silence.
“Okay. I see you can’t talk right now. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, when your brain returns.”
Click.
Dinner was surreal as you can imagine. The wife had prepared Thai food that was exquisite. Everyone pretended nothing had happened. I went along with this, feeling queasy, but taking the path of least resistance.
I was getting weary of this family which seemed a minefield. I just wanted to get this “father’s house day” over with and get home to bliss!
I was lightly quizzed by the father, at dinner, before, Shack looked at him. I was like a “unit” no one better upset, which is of course, not me at all.
I was well aware I was up to my neck in a family psychodrama, but I didn’t think it mattered that much, since this was a once a year thing. I was a witness, not a participant. I would never enter a game where everyone but me, knew the rules.
I felt I was an alien addition to the space, akin to the dinner table which could not possibly have been more ill-suited to room. The bed where we slept was the same.
I’m not criticizing this house, as I couldn’t care less about veneer. I am attempting to describe the energy, which had me thinking in Fairy Tales. I’m serious!
Sitting at the table, I was channeling, Gretel, of Hansel & Gretel. Am I being fattened up at dinner, to put in the oven, later this evening? I also thought of, Goldilocks, who got to say out loud, “This chair is too big!”
At some point, my sister mentioned, Alice In Wonderland, and yes. That too! Even the air seemed crazy.
I worked hard not to think, because deep down, I knew, but I didn’t want anything to cross my face, for the sake of the wife, who seemed sweet and had definitely worked hard on the meal and the house. He sure as hell didn’t do it.
The wife was the Alice character. How she wound up sitting at another woman’s table, I have no idea! I was one of the Fairy Tale adventurer girls. I was passing though, intent on leaving as soon as humanly possible.
Shack and I retired early as planned. We were mostly quiet, which was common for us, and most appropriate in this situation. You just don’t want to get into anything in someone else’s space, especially when the space is hostile.
I didn’t realize the brothers had told the family, we were going to the memorial, in the morning, if in fact we opted to go. I wasn’t sure it was the best idea at this time as there is such a thing as overload.
Prior to this trip, I was just trying to do a favor for a dead guy so he could quit haunting me, while alleviating, Shack and the brother’s guilt. I also, personally, wanted to visit the memorial. This was Basic Virgo Multitasking.
It felt like Jenga bullshit, now. I did not want to be the one with the dumb idea that collapses the tower.
I slept well due to Shack’s energy.
To be continued.
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