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Please Come Home

Story ID:11437
Written by:Richard Laurent. Provencher (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:Retired
Story type:Family History
Location:Truro Nova Scotia Canada
Year:17
Person:Richard L. Provencher
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Please Come Home

Mom woke up one hurried morning in 1954 was your father here last night she dared ask since arriving from her waitress midnight shift guess not we discovered after checking each room since dad’s battle with the bottle often dumped him in various clumps somewhere in our apartment.

Not here mom we repeated knowing yesterday was payday and if he got to some hotel and gambled away his pay there would be little food on the table for a awhile and we headed out to favourite places where he was welcome until the money ran out then realizing one spot left on our places to check was the Sports Taverne known as a hot spot for booze-cards-women and me only twelve at the time.

Left mom at the front desk since no unescorted ladies were allowed and me being too young to do so ended up alone peeking in one place at a time until I found him sitting by a table in one of the back rooms bleary-eyed from too many rounds and lack of sleep a pot of money stacked like confetti on the table’s centre stifling my urge to grab a handful of the scattered paper and run instead his mumbled words of anger chased me out past tables with go-go girls entertaining my eyes drifting to pasties seen in magazines hidden under my friend Joe’s mattress at home.

Finally in tears I fled broken-hearted into the street mom crying desperately by my side losing my innocence in that boozy gambling go-go place of long ago.

© 2017 Richard L. Provencher