What I Wish You'd Told Me
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Rochelle Jewel Shapiro
Rochelle Jewel Shapiro’s first novel, Miriam the Medium (Simon & Schuster), was nominated for the Harold U. Ribelow Award. Her novel Kaylee’s Ghost (Amazon and Nook) is an Indie Finalist. She’s published essays in the New York Times and Newsweek and in many anthologies. Her poetry, short stories, and essays have appeared in the Coe Review, Compass Rose, the Griffin, Inkwell Magazine, the Iowa Review, the Los Angeles Review, the MacGuffin, Memoir And, Moment, Negative Capability, Pennsylvania English, the Carolina Review, and more. She won the Brandon Memorial Literary Award from Negative Capability. Shapiro is a professional psychic who currently teaches writing at UCLA Extension. Find out more about her at Rochellejewelshapiro.com.
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What I Wish You'd Told Me - Rochelle Jewel Shapiro
Secrets
You ran him over!
Arianna’s mother says. It wasn’t a dog. It was an old man.
It’s 2:00 a.m. and we both bolt awake. I’m 17 and in Arianna Channing’s room. Our twin beds are right across from each other, though the one I’m in is used only when a friend sleeps over. I wouldn’t have hit anything,
her father slurs, if you weren’t so drunk that I had to be the one to drive after I had a few.
Me, drunk?
her mother yells. You were weaving before you even got in the car. I said we should take a cab home and go back for the car tomorrow. That poor old man!
It was not an old man,
her father throws back. It was a dog! A dog!
He begins to bark.
The sound is like gunshot. I pull my knees up to my chest, but I don’t let myself make a sound. I’m sure Arianna knows that I am hearing them, too. I feel her eyes on me like hot beams of shame. I force myself to lie still.
Even if you thought it was a dog,
her mother cries, you shouldn’t have just driven away.
There’s the scrape of a chair.
Shut up, now!
her father says, Will you just shut up?
I know it was a man,
her mother insists. Even though you were drunk as a lord, so do you. He was an old man with a cane.
I had never thought of Arianna’s parents as drunks before. I often saw them having cocktails in their living room—sophisticated martinis poured from a silver shaker into fluted glasses. Their noses and cheeks didn’t blaze as my mother’s did when she slugged down shots of Schnapps, nor did they start singing Bringing in the Sheep.
Arianna’s mother is a businesswoman. She wears suits. She’s sent out of town to make deals. This is 1963. Mothers either stay home or drop their arches working all day behind the counter of their husbands’ stores. Like my mother at my father’s grocery. And Arianna’s father is a real businessman who wears a suit and tie, a trench coat, and a hat, not a short-sleeve nylon shirt and an apron. Born in America, her father speaks like a college man. He doesn’t say tum
instead of thumb
and isn’t always afraid that he’ll be deported to Russia. How could anything this horrible happen between two perfect modern people? They’re as perfect as Jackie and John Kennedy.
I hear someone bump into something. I know what it is to be that drunk. Last year, Suzanne Nelson’s mother invited all her own friends, her husband’s business associates, and just a few of Suzanne’s friends to Suzanne’s Sweet 16 party. While the adults were on the dance floor—who wanted to foxtrot and cha-cha?—Arianna and I sneaked from table to table, pouring leftover drinks into our water glasses and then gulping them down. The ballroom became as dizzying as trying to walk the tilting floors of Davy Jones Locker in Playland. At first we were reeling around, laughing hysterically, until Arianna got so sick that I had to hold her head over the toilet bowl while she puked. Then I washed her face with cold water, the neckline of her dress, too. Just as she was coming around, I began to throw up. When she held my head over the toilet, I got vomit in my hair. Afterward, weak, leaning against the toilet stall together, she on one wall, me on the other, we swore to each other we’d never drink again.
The noise dies down. The slat of light that shows under our door goes out. I turn to Arianna, trying to think of what to say, but she’s facing the wall, burrowed under her covers, her back to me. I slip out of bed and gently touch the top of her head. She flinches but becomes still again, not saying a word. I go back to bed and try to even my breathing and sleep.
The smell of bacon and strong coffee waft into Arianna’s room with the sun. Arianna’s bedding looks storm-tossed. Her blonde hair whips around her head. Her blue eyes look smudged. She yawns, stretches. I could use some coffee,
she says, as if nothing has happened the night before.
In the kitchen, her mother’s wrist trembles as she drinks her coffee, spilling