sweet revenge
SWEET REVENGE (a true story)
by Marylou Peck
When we were quite small, I guess I was about seven and my sister
Betty about five. She thought I was the most wonderful person in the
world. She wanted to do everything I did. Go where ever I went and if I
said something, it was gospel to her.
I remember how we used to make mud pies. I made really pretty ones
and I told Betty they tasted great, She really did not want to believe
me but yet, she trusted me. So I took a big bite to prove it to her. Of
course I really stuck it against my lips and broke a chunk off with my
thumb. I pretended to chew it up and with the dirt on my face she
believed me. I got her to eat quite a bit of mud pie that day and she
said it was good. But of course she had to go tell Momma what good mud
pies I made. Needless to say Momma was very upset with me. Telling me
what a terrible thing I did to my little sister. She tried to make me
feel bad by saying 'If Betty didn't love you so much she wouldn't trust
you so much' So ok, I felt bad, NOT!!!
Later a lot of my Mom's family who lived about a hundred and fifty
miles from us came down to visit. Sort of a family reunion. My brother
Leon and the older boys were out playing together but they wouldn't let
my two cousins who were my age and myself go with them because Betty had
to tag along everywhere I went. I asked Mom to make her stay and play
with the ones her age but Momma said I had to let her tag along. Now we
lived way out in the country and there was a big roll of fence wire
behind the barn. I made up a game and climbed up on this roll and Betty
followed me. When wire is rolled up there is a circle in the middle
maybe a couple feet wide depending on how tight it's rolled, I tricked
Betty down in that hole and left her. Heck it wasn't my fault she
couldn't climb back out. But of course I got in big trouble for it. Poor
little ole misunderstood me.
When I was a teenager if Betty wanted to go where ever I went, Momma
made me take her or stay home and she always wanted to go. One time my
date and I went out to this little air strip known as lover's lane and
we went for a walk and left her alone in the pitch black car. It was fun
but I got grounded.
I got married at 16 and had my first baby at 17. Betty was 15 and in
school. The day I went into labor, I was nearly two months early and she
was in school. She had no idea I had gone into the hospital. But she
suddenly got very sick, doubled over in pain. She was hurting so bad
they had to bring her home. The pain seemed to come and go. When my baby
arrived her pain stope! I'd had my revenge. My little sister suffered my
labor pains right along with me even though we were twenty five miles
apart.