A Haunting

He picks up the pin I’m using to enlarge the glue holes on the battleship model I’m building and stabs me in the leg with it.  “Is it very sharp?” he asks.

The pain shoots through me head to foot.  It’s like I’ve thrown myself against an electrified fence.  My lack of an answer as I rub my thigh makes him smile as he lifts his beer to his lips.  His smile is kind of dreamy actually, not so much scary really. I should be learning to know better than to be around any sharp objects with him when he’s been drinking.  He doesn’t mix well with alcohol.

“Ah,” I say, recovering, “nah, I didn’t really feel that.”

He nods, smiling, sipping.  “Not a word, right?”

I shake my head No.

Once he tried to show me how to shave by lathering up my forearm, where I actually had a few hairs going.  He ran his old single-blade razor down my arm and opened up a slash cut three inches long.  The blood ran everywhere, the underside of the flap of flesh was silver.  I thought of how my dad filleted ahi.

He laughed, grabbing a wad of toilet tissue and packing it on my forearm. “I’ll show you how to do it again when you start to grow some real whiskers.  Maybe you’ll lose your nose.”

He picked up his beer and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving me to doctor myself.  I lifted the tissue dam and the blood still flowed, turning the white porcelain sink red.

I ran downstairs looking for my mother.

“Lanny, what on earth were you doing?” she asked.

“I, uh, I was trying to learn how to shave by practicing on my arm.”

“What?” my dad said, looking up from his newspaper.  “What kind of a stupid stunt is that?”

I began to cry.  My dad shook his head and went back to reading.  My mom turned on the kitchen faucet and told me to hold my arm under the water.  “Squeeze here,” she said, making me apply pressure above the razor slash.  “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

She dashed into the other room.

He came halfway down the stairs, crouched there, smiling at me through the railing.  “Not a word,” he mouthed.

I shook my head No.

He smiled, took a sip from his beer, then disappeared upstairs.

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