Depicting Marianna childhood in Maine.
As far back as I can remember I was never truly young. Even as a small child I was always clouded by worry. This I found was my first advantage over humanity. It was an asset just waiting to be utilized, but the understanding came with age was born into me from the very beginning. Perhaps this was the reason I felt myself to be very old.
I was regressing. I felt myself going back. I heard my mother calling. Oh, how I loved to hear the sweet voice of Josephine Marx. She always referred to herself by that name as long as I had known her. Marriage had not cooled her sense of independence.
“Mary, it is time to come in now,” she said. Her voice to me sounded like a singing bird inspired by its muse. “Mary,” she called again.
“Yes, Mother,” I said.
As I approached the deck, my mother’s face had gone wild with fright seeing my mud-caked body.
“Mary, what have you done to yourself?” She scolded. Taking my hand, she said, “Come inside and get cleaned up. Your father is on his way back from the airport this very minute.”
“Who’s coming, Mother?” I asked, jumping up and down.
“It’s a surprise. Now, you go up with Anna and take your bath and put on some clean clothes.”
“Mother, please, tell.”
“No,” she said, pointing her forefinger at me, “now, scat.”
“It’s Uncle Martin, isn’t it?”
“Well, young lady, if you don’t get upstairs right and get cleaned up, you are going to miss his visit altogether.” I threw her a sour look as she pointed to the staircase.
“Stop the lecture, Mother. I’m going.” I stumped up the stairs a bit over-dramatically. Anna was waiting for me at the top.
It made me laugh to think how I could always drive my mother crazy with my relentless procrastination. Father always said it was a trait all genius children carried, and Roland Faigon happened to be an expert in the field, like every other piece of knowledge he shared. I was never one to question my father. His words always spoke like gospel to me that left my debating skills to my bouts with Mother.
A brilliant story and it makes for very good easy reading … 
interesting how you have managed to capture it from a educated childs point of view …. missing out on there childhood ….. living the life of the Father ……
(Who obviously wants whats best for her but gets too caught up in teaching her ……. trying to set out her future the way he wants it to be)
Very good …… cannot wait to read more ……
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