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Trudy is watching from her rocker

Fritz Hamilton

    BabyTrudy is watching from her rocker. She is playing with the ribbon in her blonde hair. Her dark blue eyes are ever watching, watching.
    She watches when her dad comes home with the other woman soon after Trudy’s had her lunch. She watches when he quickly strips off the woman’s clothes & opens his fly. She watches when he puts her on the floor & gets on top of her. He does the same with her that he does with her mommy. They pant & moan. Sometimes she screams. They bounce up & down & move around. Then they’re still, & she strokes his hair. Quickly they rise speaking softly to each other. & Trudy watches this. Nobody talks to her, as she’s watching, watching. She listens to the car driving off. Her father returns to the kitchen & gets his whisky out of the cabinet. He picks her up saying nothing to her, as he drinks whisky from his bottle.
    Soon her mother enters carrying groceries. She looks haggard after waitressing two shifts at the Lazy Barron. She goes to Trudy & kisses the top of her head.
    “How was your day?” she says to the father.
    “Hard! Hectic!”
    “I had a good breakfast trade. Good tips. Almost nobody for lunch. I had to stay late & help clean up.”
    He puts Trudy down & stands. Her mother looks frightened. He reaches out & slaps her hard.
    She falls back, her hand on her cheek. “Do we have to do this again?”
    Slowly, he walks toward her.
    “Please, Tom, not in front of Trudy.”
    He grabs her arms & shakes her. Her eyes gape with terror. He hits her head & knocks her down. She covers up whimpering. She shivers in a ball. Trudy crawls toward her. “Mommy?” His foot buries in her mommy’s ribs knocking her wind out.
    He sits back in the chair & chugs several ounces from his bottle. He looks at his wife in her anguished heap, as Trudy is watching, watching ...

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