After a solid five minutes of this, I tried the door. It wasn’t locked, and with more than a little trepidation, I opened it.
The inside of the trailer was even smaller than it appeared outside, and I could make out most of the inside of the place with just a glance.
My mother, rail thin and haggard, sat slumped on a sofa that looked like it had been through hell. Knowing her, and remembering my childhood, it probably had. The woman was a bundle of apathetic chaos.
She was aimed at a TV that was running an episode of some reality show, but I didn’t think she was actually watching it. She was zoning out, and even at the entrance of a daughter she hadn’t seen in years, her gaze barely shifted, and her face didn’t so much as twitch.
The bedroom didn’t have its own wall to separate it from the living quarters, and so I saw some man’s feet sticking out of the bottom of the bed across the room. I hadn’t expected anything different. Even ravaged by her addiction, I could see the beauty in my mother’s face. That, paired with the fact that she wasn’t at all picky, meant that she’d never had a second’s trouble finding a man.
Keeping one around for long, well now, that was another story.
“Hi,” I said to her quietly, mindful of the strange man just a few feet away.
“Hey,” she said tonelessly. Nothing else.
I wasn’t certain it had ever been said aloud, but I’d always had the acute sense that my sister and I had been nothing but a burden to my mother. I was grown now and hadn’t seen her in years, and still, I saw the same look in her eyes that I always had.
I wasn’t wanted here.
I never had been.
I grabbed a short stool near the door, carrying it with me to sit down eye level to her. I made sure not to block her view of the TV. I wasn’t here to rile her.
“The man and woman that came to see you a few years ago, Jerry and Bev,” I began, having rehearsed the words like a nervous child, “they are very good people. They’ve been wonderful to me. They’re very dependable employers and close friends of mine. They take care of me, provide a good home for me.”
There was no change in her expression, no recognition in her eyes that I’d said anything that should affect her.
“I’m doing well. I’m a full-time student, and I work part-time during the semester.”
Nothing.
“I’m still taking dance classes. I don’t have a lot of time for dancing, with school and work, but I haven’t given up. When things calm down, I fully plan to pursue that.”
“Do you have any cash?” she asked, as though it was the most reasonable question in the world, and I hadn’t been talking about something entirely different.
I swallowed, stung when I shouldn’t have been, further disillusioned when I had no right to it.
“There’s a man asleep in the other room. If I don’t pay him what I owe him, he’s going to hurt me.”
“Should I call the police?”
“That won’t help me. It’s…complicated. Do you have any cash?”
Even when she talked about him hurting her, there was no expression on her face. She’d been dead inside for a very long time.
I pulled out my wallet, fishing out what little cash I had. I knew I wasn’t really helping her, but being an enabler was deeply ingrained in me, thanks to her, and the thought of the creep in the bedroom hurting her was something I’d prevent, if I could.
I handed her forty dollars, and she took it without a qualm.
“That all you have?” she asked blankly. She was a shell of a person. A zombie.
I nodded. “I don’t keep much cash on me. It’s not convenient.”
“What about a debit card? I won’t take much, and I’ll send it back to you.”
My mouth hardened. I’d heard that before. “I’m not comfortable with that.”
Finally, that got a reaction from her, even if only a slight one. Her face formed into a ghost of a sneer. “I’m just trying to survive here, same as you, same as anyone.”
I didn’t think she was the same as me. I knew that her demons had won a long time ago. I still planned to put up a hell of a fight with mine.
“I’m working my way through school, and I don’t have any more money to spare. That’s how I survive.”
“You got my looks, but that’s it. Where you got that attitude of yours, I’ll never know. Dahlia didn’t get our looks, but at least when I talk to her, I know I’m talking to my daughter.”
I latched onto that. It was the entire reason I’d come. Whatever digs she’d been trying to get in, I ignored completely. “Have you talked to Dahlia? Has she come to see you?”
Her sneer was back. “Saw her a few months ago. That one doesn’t think she’s too good for her mother.”
I processed that.
I’d begun to look for my sister about a month prior. Just telling Jerry about my search had unearthed some clues. Unbeknownst to me, he’d found my mother years ago, at the beginning of my employment, and paid her a visit. I’d been very young, and he’d just wanted to be sure that my mother was okay with her daughter, who was barely out of high school, working as a live-in nanny. He had found what I found today, a woman that cared about nothing.
The casual observer might have mistaken it all for apathy, but I was not the casual observer. I’d been watching this indifference all my life, and it was a step beyond even that.
Any soul she’d had she’d lost before I had memories.
It had been a last resort, but having her address was a lead I couldn’t ignore.
“Do you have her address or even her phone number? I’d like to find her. She and I have been out of touch for a while.”