Thunder and Lightening
Chapter 32
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Jerry stepped out of his car and headed up to the door of the house. 
The clear laughter of Bill and Abe sounded from the backyard. It 
sounded almost hysterical. Curious as to why the boys were 
laughing so hard, he changed course and walked around the house. 
Bill was literally rolling on the ground holding his side. Abe had 
collapsed against the side of the house, tears coming down his 
face. 

A black girl wearing a large grin was standing by the side of the 
yard that hadn't been straightened up. She looked familiar but Jerry 
couldn't place her name. She took one look at him and the grin 
dropped from her face to be replaced by fear. Without saying a 
word, she ran off disappearing between the houses behind his. 

"What's so funny?"

Abe, hardly able to answer, managed to say, "Shauna… she… 
Melissa…"

A sinking feeling crept into Jerry's stomach as he imagined what 
had happened. He asked, "Did Melissa say something to Shauna 
that she shouldn't have said?"

"Yes," replied Bill who managed to keep a straight face for a 
whole ten seconds before bursting out in laughter.

He had a very clear picture of what happened. Now that he had the 
name, he knew that the girl that had run off when he came into the 
backyard was Shauna. The girl might be young, but she was 
strong. If she got into a fight with Melissa, then his daughter would 
be in pretty bad shape. He hoped that it wouldn't require a trip to 
the hospital. Worried about his daughter, he asked, "How's 
Melissa?"

Abe, struggling to talk while laughing, said, "Green."

His answer caused Bill to start laughing even harder. Unconcerned 
about the angry look from his father, he rolled onto his side trying 
to get control of himself. His laughter was beginning to hurt and he 
wanted to stop, but couldn't help himself. He calmed a little and 
lay there gasping for breath. 

Deciding that he would return to punish Bill for laughing at 
Melissa's misfortune rather than helping her with her wounds, 
Jerry went into the house to tend to Melissa. He froze on seeing his 
daughter crying on the futon. Shocked by what he saw, he 
exclaimed, "You're green!"

Melissa sat up and looked at her father, tears running down her 
face. Half of her hair and just about every inch of exposed skin was 
green - dark green. She looked like a gecko lizard in misery. She 
whimpered, "They sprayed me with green dye. I can't wash it off."

Putting a hand over his mouth, Jerry said, "Let me go talk to 
someone. I'll be back."

As she sat in the chair with tears running down her face, Jerry 
bolted out of the house and ran halfway up the block. Satisfied that 
he had put enough distance from his daughter that she wouldn't 
hear him, he stopped running and started laughing uncontrollably. 
He couldn't help it. The fact of the matter was that he was relieved 
she had been uninjured, but she looked so funny sitting there. He 
wondered how much of her they had managed to cover. 

It took twenty minutes for him to control himself enough to even 
consider heading back to the house. He turned and looked in the 
direction of the house. A grin split his face and, out of fear of 
losing it again, he couldn't make himself return to Melissa. She 
would have to wait a few minutes more. 

One of the neighbor kids, after watching him carefully for five 
minutes, got up enough courage to walk over to him. Seeing that 
Jerry wasn't about to hit him, he said, "Hello, sir."

"Do you know what Shauna did?" asked Jerry deciding that the 
kid's manner suggested that the boy knew more about what 
happened with Melissa than he did.

"Shauna didn't do it alone. We held a trial and decided that she had 
to suffer. Every one in the neighborhood was in on the decision 
and contributed money to buy the supplies."

"Are you worried that I'll get Shauna in trouble?" 

"Yes, sir."

The look on the kid's face suggested that he really was worried 
about Shauna getting in trouble. Another bout of laughter tried to 
capture him in its grip. After a couple of minutes, he managed to 
bring the urge to laugh under control. He said, "It's too funny. I 
can't get angry. Let her know that I won't do anything this time."

The boy grinned and said, "It was funny, sir."

"What's your name?"

"Benson," replied the kid wondering why Jerry would want to 
know his name.

"Nice to meet you, Benson. You're a good kid to stand up for your 
friends like that," said Jerry. Judging by the way that the kid held 
himself, Jerry was sure that the boy was going to be one of the 
leaders of the community. It took nerve for the kid to approach him 
and he had done it meaning to protect others from Jerry's wrath. He 
wondered what Henry and Mr. Atkins knew about the boy.

The kid, grinning at the praise, left to tell everyone else what Jerry 
said about the dye job. Watching him run off, Jerry pulled out his 
cell phone and called Jenny. When she answered, Jerry said, 
"Melissa has been dyed green by the kids in the neighborhood."

Not sure that she had understood him correctly, Jenny said, 
"What?"

"The kids in the neighborhood dyed Melissa green."

"You're kidding!" replied his girlfriend trying to keep from 
laughing. She knew that it could have been worse, they could have 
beaten her to a bloody pulp.

As the laughter threatened to reclaim him, Jerry replied, "Nope. I'm 
serious. Can you come over here and help?"

"I'll be over in about an hour."

Surprised that it would take her so long to come over, Jerry asked, 
"Why so long?"

"It's gonna take me that long to stop laughing."

The click over the phone indicated that she had hung up. Jerry 
understood and burst out laughing again. Holding his side, he 
finally quieted down. He talked to himself as he walked home. 
"Controlling laughter is even harder than controlling rage. Damn, 
even I have to admit that's ironic as hell."

Arriving at home, he chose to deal with Bill and Abe rather than 
his daughter since he really didn't know what to say to her. When 
he went in the backyard, he saw that Abe and Bill had managed to 
get some control over their laughter. Jerry asked, "What 
happened?"

Bill, seated on the ground and leaning against the house, answered, 
"Melissa caught Shauna and I kissing. She called Shauna a slut, but 
that didn't really bother Shauna. When I told Melissa to fuck off, 
she asked how much the… well, you know what she called her. 
She asked how much Shauna was charging me."

"The one thing you don't call Shauna is a nigger. Shit, even the 
other blacks won't call her that," commented Abe shaking his head. 
It bothered him when other blacks called each other that word, but 
he didn't make a big deal out of it. Shauna, on the other hand, 
would rip the person a new asshole.

"So what happened next?"

Abe shook his head before he answered, "It was real weird. Shauna 
asked Melissa if orange was her favorite color. Melissa answered 
that her favorite color was green. After that, Shauna told Melissa 
that she would never forget what happens when you call a black 
person a nigger."

"I thought for sure that Shauna was going to come back with a gun 
and blow Melissa away. I even told Melissa that she should stay in 
the house until Shauna cooled down, but Melissa wouldn't listen. 
She came out here in her bikini to work on her tan," said Bill 
continuing the story.

"We were in the house when everyone came over and, I mean, 
everyone was here. We knew the shit was about to hit the fan and 
came out. They had her surrounded and I was sure that Shauna was 
going to start beating Melissa up."

Jerry had to know and asked, "So what did you do?"

"We went over to make sure that things didn't get too far out of 
control. I might hate the bitch, but I wouldn't want her to get 
killed," answered Bill with a shrug.

At least that was better than Jerry had expected, but his lack of 
concern for his sister's welfare was still troubling. However, now 
was not the time to address that problem. He said, "You and I are 
going to have to have a long talk about your attitude towards 
Melissa. So what happened next?"

Grinning, Abe held up an empty plastic bottle. The label said that it 
had once contained soda water. He answered, "They all pulled out 
these bottles. Each one was filled with green dye and carbonated 
water. They fucking sprayed her."

"Hell, I was half tempted to join them," commented Bill starting to 
laugh at the memory. Melissa had stood there attempting to stare 
down the other kids, not quite realizing what they had in mind. 
When they started to shake the bottles with a thumb over the 
mouth of the bottle, she started to understand. When they sprayed, 
she had shrunk to the ground like the wicked witch of the west in 
the Oz story. 

"Did you?"

Bill held up his hands to show the pads of his thumbs and said, 
"No green on me!"

Abe winked as he made a motion that looked like someone holding 
a thumb over the mouth of a bottle and shaking it. He held up his 
thumb and Jerry could see that there wasn't any green on it either. 
Abe said, "Shit, he lives with her and I live next door to her. Ain't 
no way we're pissing that bitch off. She's fucking mean."

Jerry looked over Abe and considered his language. Summer spent 
hanging around with the neighborhood kids had added a little more 
color to his language. Shaking his head, he asked, "Why didn't the 
other kids in the neighborhood ask you to join in?"

Abe glanced over at Bill and then answered, "I guess they figured 
that with Bill being her brother, that he'd catch hell if he was 
involved. Everyone knew that Henry would skin me alive if I 
pissed you off at the family. Shauna was telling us about that when 
you came home from work."

Jerry went into the house to talk to Melissa. She was still seated on 
the futon, but had stopped crying. Taking a seat beside her on the 
futon, he said, "I found out what happened."

Melissa sniffed and ran her hands under her eyes. The skin on her 
hands were dark green that contrasted sharply with her bright red 
fingernails. She said, "They sprayed me with bottles of green dye."

"Do you know why they did it?"

The young girl looked at her father for a minute before answering, 
"I called that girl a nigger."

Jerry nodded and said, "One of the kids in the neighborhood said 
they had a trial and decided that you had to be punished for doing 
that."

"Aren't you going to call the police to have them arrested?"

"No. We tried to warn you that you don't go around saying things 
like that. It bothers me that you even think things like that," 
answered Jerry knowing that Melissa wasn't going to like what he 
said. The fact was that he wasn't sure that spraying someone with 
dye was even a crime. 

"Do you think that I deserved this?" asked Melissa knowing what 
his answer would be before she even asked the question. Having 
plotted revenge on others many times, she was amazed at the 
creativity Shauna had shown. She'd have never come up with this 
as a means of getting even with someone.

"Yes, I do. You're lucky that they didn't do something worse than 
that. Mr. Atkins promised me that they wouldn't maim or kill you. 
There's a lot of leeway associated with that promise."

Melissa expected for him to feel like she deserved the punishment, 
but she was stunned at the news about the promise. She couldn't 
believe it. Her father had accepted a promise that they wouldn't 
main or kill her? Who was that Mr. Atkins person that could make 
such a promise? Confused, she asked, "Why would you accept that 
promise?"

"Because it was the only way to keep you alive," answered Jerry. 
He stood and paced around the room trying to figure out a good 
way to explain the facts of life to his daughter. There were times 
when he really hated his ex-wife. Seeing once again what she had 
done to his daughter, this was one of those times.

"As much as I like the people around here, I do understand the 
reality of this area. You have to understand that this can be a 
violent and dangerous place. One of the people that shot me was 
the same age as Shauna. He shot me because I threw him out of my 
house when he tried to rob it. I know that doesn't make sense, but it 
doesn't have to make sense. You go around calling people names, 
you're asking for trouble. That trouble can come out of the barrel 
of a gun," explained Jerry.

Melissa stared at him. Incredulous, she said, "You mean she might 
have killed me for calling her a nigger?"

"Maybe not her, but some kids around here would kill you without 
giving it a second thought. You were lucky. The only thing 
stopping them is that Mr. Atkins gave his word that they wouldn't 
do that."

"Who's Mr. Atkins?"

Jerry paced as he answered, "Mr. Atkins is the old man across the 
street and he is, for all intents and purposes, the law around here. 
To tell the truth, I'm surprised that he made that promise."

"Why is that?"

A grim expression appeared on Jerry's face while he looked 
Melissa in the eye. Even looking at the green girl couldn't diminish 
the seriousness of the subject. In a tone of voice that conveyed the 
seriousness of the subject, he answered, "His father was hung by 
the KKK. He was forced to watch his mother get raped by a couple 
of white men. If you ever call him a nigger, there's no power on 
this planet that could save you."

The image of having to watch your own mother getting raped 
crashed through Melissa's mind. For the first time in her entire life, 
she thought about how someone else might have felt. Her mouth 
flew open and she gasped, "Oh, that poor man."

"Don't feel sorry for him. He has risen above the events that shaped 
his youth. He's a far stronger man than I am." Noticing her raised 
eyebrows in response to his comment, he added, "He was willing 
to spent the rest of his life in jail to keep the kids in this 
neighborhood safe from drugs. I wasn't."

"They shot you."

Jerry glanced down at the cast that held his arm and shoulder 
blade. Grim, he replied, "That wasn't in the plans."

A knock on the door interrupted the discussion. Pulling himself 
together, Jerry answered the door expecting, and finding, Jenny. 
The laugh lines around her eyes looked a little deeper and she 
grinned at him with a broad smile. Attempting to look around him, 
she asked, "Where is she?"

Gesturing to the living room, Jerry let her in the house. On spotting 
Melissa, Jenny immediately went over to her. The young woman 
seemed very happy to see her. Jenny, after glancing over at Jerry, 
said, "Let's go into the bedroom so that I can see how bad it is."

Once the women went into Melissa's bedroom, the tension that had 
been building in his back dissipated. Jerry went to the back door 
and gestured for the two boys to come into the house. He felt it 
was time to have a talk with them before they turned even crueler 
towards his daughter. 

As Bill and Abe sat down at the kitchen table with cokes, Jerry 
cleared his throat and said, "I don't want any teasing out of the two 
of you."

"Aw, dad. She deserves everything they did to her," complained 
his son. 

"And she has paid the price to the person that she insulted. Don't 
make her pay more or you'll live to regret it."

Bill wasn't convinced that he'd regret any minute spent making his 
sister miserable. She had made the first fourteen years of his life 
miserable and it only seemed fair for him to make the next two 
years miserable for her. Sitting back in his chair, he faced his 
father with arms crossed and a glare pasted on his face. In a direct 
challenge to his father, he said, "Bull shit."

Jerry raised an eyebrow at his son's reaction. It wasn't the first time 
his son had challenged his authority. Rather than get angry, he took 
a moment to understand his son's attitude. Taking a seat at the 
table, he said, "I'm not sure who was hurt more by your mother, 
you or Melissa."

"I can answer that. It was me," charged Bill furious that his father 
would think that anything negative had happened to Melissa.

Jerry glanced over at Abe knowing that the discussion shouldn't 
include the young man, but he didn't know how to ask him to leave 
without coming across heavy handed. He sighed and said, "Bill, 
your mother hurt you, but she didn't destroy the person inside. You 
have friends, real friends."

Abe nodded and said, "You do. Beside me, there's Woody, Sandy, 
and Larry. Shit, I think you could include Shauna in that number."

At the nod of acceptance from Bill, Jerry continued, "I expect that 
some day soon, you'll have a real girlfriend like I have in Jenny. 
Do you accept that?"

"Sure, I think that's true."

Jerry stared down at the center of the table and, in a tired tone of 
voice, he said, "If we're not careful, Melissa will never have that. 
She'll never have a true friend. She'll never have a real boyfriend. 
Your mother killed Melissa's ability to really love anyone. She is a 
shallow woman who has no concept of what it means to feel 
anything except selfishness. I don't know if she's ruined beyond all 
chance of repair, but I have to hope. After all, she's my daughter. 
All that we can do for now is to patch her up enough to get by in 
life." 

"Fuck man, I wouldn't wish that on anyone," commented Abe. 

"Big deal," replied Bill.

"Think about your grandmother, Bill. She died and there wasn't a 
single friend who showed up at her funeral. The family that did 
show up didn't really care about her. That's sad. I imagine that the 
day your mother is buried that neither you nor Melissa will show 
up at the funeral. I sure as hell won't. Your mother has no friends."

Jerry paused to look at Bill. The look on his son's face was 
conflicted. On one hand, Bill was pleased that his mother would 
suffer for her actions against him. That was countered by the 
sentiment that no one deserved to be that alone. His son understood 
loneliness and knew the price it took on the soul. 

Bill frowned and asked, "So what has that got to do with Melissa?"

"She's starting to understand what her mother has done to her. The 
choice is up to us. Shall we continue to destroy what little ability to 
love might remain in Melissa or will we nurture it?" asked Jerry.

"Shit," swore Bill, "that's not fair. You're asking me to treat her 
like I care for her."

Shaking his head while he considered the challenge ahead of Bill, 
Abe said, "Shit, I'm lucky I'm not part of this."

"Not true, Abe. She's got to learn to respect people that are 
different from her. She's a racist, but not in a position where she 
can ruin lives. A few years from now, she'll be able to destroy 
people."

"Fuck!"

Jerry got out of his chair and picked up a coke out of the 
refrigerator. Returning to the table, he sat down and popped the 
top. With a tentative smile, he said, "I actually have to thank the 
kids that did this to her. They've given her a very real lesson."

There was a noise behind Jerry, but he ignored it as he explained, 
"You can't judge a person by the color of their skin. Of course, a 
lot of people are going to be judging her because she's green."

Melissa overheard the last part of what Jerry had said. She 
screeched, "Judge me because I'm green? What in the hell does 
that mean?"

"Sure, what kind of person dyes themselves green. Only a social 
misfit airhead," commented Abe with a laugh. He had tried to 
control it, but the sight of her standing in her clothes with green 
arms, legs, and head was funny. He was tempted to call her the 
Bitchy Green Giant, but resisted the temptation.

"That or some sort of extreme rock and roll punk," added Bill 
laughing at her appearance. He didn't really know what people 
would think of someone who was dyed green. There was one thing 
that he was sure of - a lot of people would be laughing at her.

A stern look from his father caused Bill to sober a little, although it 
did not keep the grin off his face. He didn't bother to hide the fact 
that he was enjoying her humiliation.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," challenged Melissa. There was no 
way that she was going in public looking like a green version of a 
Smurf.

Jenny interrupted, "You're forgetting the wedding this weekend."

"I can't go," answered Melissa in horror.

Jerry asked, "Have you apologized to Sharon yet?"

The question took Melissa by surprise. She hadn't seen Sharon 
since the first night that she had arrived. Recalling the two 
interactions with Henry, she knew that she was going to have to do 
that sometime soon. She answered, "No."

"Are you going to apologize to my mother?" asked Abe, narrowing 
his eyes out of anger. All of Jerry's comments about teaching her to 
view blacks as people fled upon remembering what the bitch had 
said to his mother.

"Yes," replied Melissa taken aback by the raw anger in Abe's 
voice. She remembered her father saying that some of the kids in 
this neighborhood would kill her without a thought. Seeing the 
expression on Abe's face, she wondered if he was one of them. 

Jerry shifted in his chair to face Melissa more directly. His cast 
caught on the bottom of the table and he struggled for a moment to 
unhook it. Jenny noticed his problem and came over to him. 
Leaning down, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I just want to get this damned thing off," complained Jerry 
giving voice to his frustration. 

Abe was glaring at Melissa as he said, "You better do it soon."

Melissa looked at Abe and was tempted to say something, but a 
quick glance around the room convinced her that it would be a 
mistake. She said, "I'll talk to her when the dye is gone."

Shaking her head in disagreement, Jenny said, "You better go 
today, Melissa. Remember what we talked about."

It seemed as all of Melissa's energy fled at the reminder. Jenny had 
told her that the longer she allowed bad feelings against her to 
fester, the worse the retaliation would become. Feeling completely 
defeated, she replied, "Okay, she can come over now."

"No, you'll go over there," asserted Jerry. 

Judging by the look on her face, Melissa was not wild about the 
idea of going outside. At least she was smart enough not to argue, 
but nodded her head in compliance. She frowned and said, "Let me 
put my shoes on."

Jerry looked around the room and realized that Sharon might need 
a little warning before a dark green Melissa showed up at her door. 
He said, "Abe, why don't you head home and let your mother know 
that she's coming over?"

"Sure," answered Abe as he stood to leave. He paused and asked, 
"Can Bill come with me?"

"Sure," answered Jerry.

He watched the two boys run out of the house. Turning to Jenny, 
he said, "I worry about those two sometimes."

"I know," replied Jenny running a hand along the back of his neck. 
The muscles were tight with tension. She rubbed his muscles 
trying to work some of the tension from them.

Melissa came out of her room wearing her shoes. She looked at the 
couple and shook her head. She didn't understand what Jenny 
could see in her father. Jenny was pretty enough to land a doctor or 
a lawyer. She called over to the pair, "I'm going now."

"Okay," replied Jerry without looking back at her. He was enjoying 
the massage that Jenny was giving him. When he heard the front 
door close, he asked, "So what did you talk about?"

"We talked about letting wounds fester and how it wasn't good for 
the features. Nothing makes a face uglier than hate. I reminded her 
of how her mother looked," answered Jenny as she kneaded his 
neck.

"Did you get a chance to say anything about the way she talks 
about blacks?"

Jenny stopped massaging his neck and moved to sit in one of the 
chairs. She frowned as she recalled that portion of their 
conversation together. She sighed and then said, "She knows that it 
isn't a proper thing to say even when angry. She really believes that 
all other races are inferior to whites."

"That's her mother's influence. She was a racist of the worst sort," 
replied Jerry. 

"She can't live in this neighborhood if she feels that way. She's 
going to slip and get hurt," countered Jenny. 

"Her mother destroyed the other house. It's going to take me a year 
to fix it up and that's once I have use of both arms. I just bought 
this place and I can't sell it." Jerry felt trapped in this situation. He 
knew that he would have to move back to the other house before 
long, but it had to be habitable before they moved into it. 

Her assessment of the situation was the same as his. She didn't 
know what to do anymore than he did. There was one option, but 
she didn't want to mention it. Looking at the misery written on his 
face, she gave in. "She could live with me."

Jerry shook his head. That was the worst thing that could happen 
as far as he was concerned. In tone of voice that allowed no 
argument, he said, "That's not an option."

"Why?" Jenny asked. She was surprised at the resolute tone of 
voice he had used.

"Because she's poisoned inside," answered Jerry. He didn't want 
Melissa in a position where her poison could affect Jenny. He had 
no idea how it would emerge, but he knew that it would come out. 
He said, "It's better that it comes out at me rather than at you."

Jenny nodded her head in agreement. She didn't believe that the 
girl was a threat, but knew that Jerry believed it. There was no 
sense arguing the point, so she replied, "If you say so."

The loud rumbling of his stomach broke the silence in the room. 
Jenny asked, "What? Are you hungry?"

"Hey, I got home from work and had to deal with this little crisis. I 
haven't had a chance to eat yet. In fact, none of us have had the 
chance to eat," answered Jerry with a grin. He asked, "Should we 
heat up some green beans picked by the Jolly Green Giant?"

Jenny laughed for a full minute before she replied, "No. I think that 
you had better pick up something from Poncho's or a Mickey D's."

Grinning, Jerry said, "You are ruining Bill's fun."

"Poor Bill."

The two of them sat around the table without talking. After five 
minutes, Jenny said, "If you want to go get some food, I'll stay here 
until they come back."

"I might as well stay here and find out what they want to eat." 

Jerry pushed his chair away from the table and winked at his 
girlfriend. With a friendly leer, he asked, "Why don't you come 
here and sit on my lap until they get back?"

"Don't mind if I do."

As soon as she sat down, Jerry kissed her. Even though the cast 
dug into her side a little, she pressed tightly against him. He held 
her in his good arm and wished that his other arm could run over 
her body. Everything about having his arm in a cast was 
frustrating. After a minute of kissing her, even the cast stopped 
bothering him.