Chapter 4: Sunday, March 20, 1983 "He took it all back!" Kim wailed. "My dad took it all away!" She crumbled onto the couch, her pouty frown contrasting with the bright turquoise kimono she''d just been given for her birthday. "All the beer and wine left over from the party he organized for his curling club. I was watching it so I could sneak some away for tonight, but he took it back to the liquor store yesterday--all of it," she complained again. "And now he and my mom aren''t going out this evening, either. They told me they were going over to their friends'' house. That''s why I planned the sleepover for tonight." She tugged the kimono over her knees.
"What a drag! They''ve wrecked my birthday. It was supposed to be perfect. Ugh!" She pulled a grumpy face. The other six girls were draped on the chairs and carpet in the rec room, all kitted out in their best nightgowns, pyjamas, or housecoats, a few of them wrapped in blankets or sleeping bags. Pillows were strewn about. They mulled over the trick they were sure Kim''s parents had pulled on her. "I should have brought some of my dad''s vodka," Meredith said, crossing one leg over the other and pulling her ankles closer. "I heard that if you replace what you took with water, you can''t tell the difference.
" She combed a brush through Sandra''s thick brown hair. "Great hair," she said admiringly. "Well, he''d know the difference the next time he poured a drink, wouldn''t he?" Mindy questioned, lying on her back on the opposite couch. She flipped over on her side and propped her head up with her hand. Her sport socks were pulled over the bottoms of her red-and-white flannel snowflake pyjamas. "Like, who do you think you''d be fooling?" "Yeah, but would he know who took it?" Meredith smirked. "My sister and I never rat on each other." "Don''t worry about it, Kim," Leesa said from the floor.
She was wrapped in her quilt, with one arm conveniently freed up to reach into the bowl beside her. "We have Cheezies, so life is good." Using her orange-stained fingers, she angled a long, orange cornmeal snack into her mouth, then reached for another. "And cake!" Sandra laughed. "Jeanne''s Bakery--my favourite." The round cake rested on a TV tray. Happy 16th, Kim had been etched in pale pink icing. [.
] Kim gushed as her friends serenaded her with a round of "Happy Birthday." "I''ve already had two driving lessons, guys. I''ll be picking you all up to go to A&W soon!" They cut the cake and topped it with caramel-and-pecan ice cream from the freezer, and guzzled more soft drinks. "This is fantastic," Leesa cooed. "I promised my mom I wouldn''t drink until I was eighteen, but she meant alcohol. She never said anything about not eating junk food and soft drinks. I love them so much." "I feel sick.
" Mindy burped. "But I want more." "Gross!" Leesa yelled at her. They heard a thump from the floor above them. Kim looked upward. "Mama and Papa Bear are telling us something, guys." "It is the middle of the night, after all," Willow said. The clock on the table read 1:45 AM.
Muttering a few oaths at their respective parents ("So strict, I can''t even stay out after ten," "My mother won''t let me wear makeup to school, so I just put it on when I get there and wash it off before I go home."), they brushed their teeth, found spaces on the carpet and in the corners and laid out their sleeping gear. Kim turned out the light, but conversations continued about who was dating whom and what turning sixteen meant for them. Leesa continued to deny she and Kevin were going out, but her protests were greeted with quiet snickers. "Seriously, nothing has happened between us. Nothing! I''ll tell you if it does. Promise," she said. Sandra reported that Angela''s party had been tame, that Kevin took part in a wrestling match on the basement carpet with another boy, that he''d been jovial and had a good time, but, no, sorry, she didn''t hear him ask why Leesa wasn''t there.
"Hey, guys, listen up," Willow said. "My mom is organizing a summer baseball league at the community centre. How about we all sign up? Summer is boring. What do you say?" Meredith''s voice came from out of the dark. "Sounds like fun, but I have news about the summer. I have a job as a lifeguard at a camp." Her announcement was met with a "Cool!" and questions about the details. "Here''s what''s interesting," she said.
"My parents are happy about it, but you know who was the most enthusiastic? My grandmother! Out of curiosity, I asked her what kind of summer jobs she had when she was my age. None, she said. She quit school at sixteen and got work in a factory, then she got engaged to be married when she was seventeen." "Yeesh," someone said. "Can you imagine, they got married and she became a mom right after her eighteenth birthday. She didn''t even finish Grade 10. Sometimes I think about how weird that would be, to have a baby, especially so young," Meredith said. "Those were the days," Willow put in.
"Just because you had a little fun--like one time--your life was over." "Do you think that''s what happened?" Meredith mused, then began to laugh. "Hey, I never thought about it, but my grandparents'' anniversary is in May, and my mother''s birthday is in October. So my grandmother was pregnant when she got married. Jeez!" she said. "I guess it''s lucky they like each other, or at least they seem to. But yeah, her life was over." "Or maybe," Jenny said quietly from a dark corner, "her life began.
I mean, isn''t it our role to have children?" Willow sputtered. "You believe women are just baby machines? Should children be having children? If you got pregnant, would that be okay with you? I mean, seriously?" "Well, we''re not supposed to have sex until we know we have the right person, aren''t we? But if we make that mistake . " "What if the guy''s a bozo? Then you have to live with him for the rest of your life?" It was Mindy. "Sorry, Meredith, your grandpa''s not a bozo," she put in. "But look at me. I mean, I like Andy a lot, I do. He''s a lot of fun, but am I in love with him? I don''t know! I want to enjoy life before I have kids." "So .
" Jenny said. "Just because we don''t want to marry the guy doesn''t mean you can''t be with them, if you want. Whose business is it?" Willow said. "Come on, Jenny. We''re supposed to be equal, but women always end up with the short straw. Look who takes care of the kids and look at what jobs we get. Women are always poorer." "Tell me about it," Mindy said.
"My mother''s an office manager. She''s a whiz at math and works her butt off. But her salary is terrible and she never gets a raise. She''d like to go back to school, except she can''t afford to quit. My parents had to get married because my mother was pregnant with me, but they were never happy, and my dad left. He doesn''t send the child support cheques he''s supposed to, either. We''re broke, all the time." "Is that why you got a job?" Leesa asked.
The cover of dark made it easier to ask a personal question. Mindy had already begun working at the neighbourhood convenience store. "Yeah, but my mom doesn''t want me to work more than two shifts a week. She wants me to concentrate on school, go to university, and get a job that pays decently. I''m giving her most of my cheque, but I think she''s saving it for me, for my tuition," Mindy said. "Big Mama''s looking out for you," Kim said. "She is," Mindy agreed. "Really, she is.
Big Mama''s a good Mama." Leesa blinked. "When do you work?" she asked cautiously. "How do you get home?" "My mom sends my brother to hang out in the store when I work an evening shift," she said. "She was spooked when that girl was murdered, so she said if I want to work at night, he''s my shadow. Did you read about the trial? That guy kept insisting he was innocent, but they found him guilty. I don''t know what to believe. So even though my brother is annoying, I don''t mind having him around.
" "That''s smart," Meredith said. "My parents were creeped out when that happened, too. I still am!" A general murmuring followed about how the young girl''s death shook their sense of safety. Leesa let out a breath. "My present and my future--all determined because my mother got pregnant by accident," Mindy said. "One generation affected by the other." "Isn''t it better to be alive, though?" Jenny interjected. "That Dr.
Morgentaler wants women to have abortions if they don''t want to be pregnant, which means you wouldn''t be here. Would you rather not be here? That''s ridiculous!" In the dark, someone yawned. Mindy ruffled her sleeping bag. "How would I know the difference? My mom says they were always squeezed for money--so they probably didn''t have a chance from the beginning. I listened to all their fights about money, money, money. So shouldn''t she have been able to decide if she should have a baby--any baby?" "Mindy, I can''t believe you think that way, really!" Jenny was almost breathless. "I do," Kim piped in. "It''s her body.
And look at us. I mean, I''m sixteen. What if a guy pushed me--or I pushed him too far one day? And then it regist.