PLOTZ STORY #3: Payback


When she reached the age of 12, some of the prettier, more popular girls in Elizabeth McKennon’s eighth grade class began to pick on her for being too tall, too thick of body, too broad of nose, too flat, too needy, too brainy.

Convinced by this that she would never land a man, Elizabeth threw herself into the only thing in life that gave her genuine pleasure - chemistry. After graduating MIT with a PhD in molecular biology, she was offered a teaching fellowship at the Rockefeller Institute in the field of cancerous tumor eradication.

There, Dr. Chaim Resnick, a widower in his early 70s and a distinguished fellow in oncology, fell madly in love with Elizabeth and, despite the differences in their religion, age, and height – Chaim was not quite 5’ 2” – they married.

Several months later Cecile was born, a child who was the sublime combination of the very few good features of each of her parents, and, thus, when friends and family were shown photos of the much-photographed little girl, there were gasps of amazement at her beauty. Except for the fact that she literally saw Cecile come out of her own body, Elizabeth found herself wondering, in the manner of a suspicious father, if the child was actually hers.

This suspicion, mad as it was, only grew in Elizabeth as it became apparent that Cecile, year after year, was by far the most popular girl in her class. This is just the kind of girl who used to pick on me, Elizabeth often found herself thinking, even though it was obvious that Cecile was lovely and kind to all, the popular and unpopular alike.

Still, it was extremely difficult for Elizabeth to warm up to the child; and as a result, Cecile found herself futilely pursuing her mother, much in the way her mother had yearned for the popular girls of her youth.


At 8:30 PM, Blogger EM_C said...

Is this love, Mary wonders now, as she lay beside the one that has just had her? Covered in the sweat from another, makes her feel loved, but there is something insensitively prodding at her that keeps her mind spinning.

It was her mom whom would lie her down to sleep, during her young years, and instruct her why she should never trust men.

“Men are nothing, nothing but controlling and domineering animals. But you will see, one day, how a man is an accident that women ought to avoid.”

The words of mom were often like songs ringing out from a siren. But it was her mom whom had, supposedly, been hurt by men. Her father was a myth of sorts – her mom would say terrible things about him, but Mary had never had experience with the man in her own life.

Mary just couldn’t figure out love and it seemed very unnatural.

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