She whispered in reply. The metro was nearly empty but she whispered. They spoke in whispers, in bursts, and then remained silent. Resignation sat heavy on them. The same resignation one would say, sat heavy on them. They’re shoulder were set and eyes distant, breathong slow and drawn. One could see a distinct resemblance in them. As if one was the image of the other aged a generation. As if to reinforce the thought, the elder donned a yellow salwar suit and the younger golden.
The husband of one was the son of the other yet both women were as thick as theives. They was a line that connected the otherwise unrelated women. That line was all but opaque. One needn’t need look hard to know that the women we very much in sync. The women themselved were comfortable with eachother. Their communication was not limited by medium. A nod would do it. A nod did it now. The old hen nodded to the younger one. The older hen nodded Yes. Yes, We go ahead as planned. Yes, Today. Yes. Yes, this may well be the action that defines the rest of our natural lives.
It was the kind of decision that defines the rest of a persons life.
The boy had not been consulted. There had never been a need. The same line that connected these two connected him. One might say he connected the women, but that would not be true.
He knew what was to be done as well as they did. His lack of mentioning it did not hide the fact from them as it did the others.
The others, the rest of the family, they thought him a work horse. They thought of them work horses. The three definitely behaved that way. The rest of them felt they had the horses firmly bound to the cart. And they were confortable. They were confortable but they were mistaken. Just as they were mistaken about the bond that connected the three. Today the would learn.
Both women had their face set. It was going to go down today. But not the way the others thought it would. Today the horses would break the reins and run free. Today the horses would dispense of the shackles. Today they would say No. No More, No Fucking More. Of You.