It's 5:30am on a hot, Chicago August morning in 1978.
The sun is rising.
We're still awake and squished together, cuddled up and giggling in my twin-sized bed. She's farting and pulling the blankets over our heads.
"Turtle!"
"Jesus Christ
Cim! Cut it out, you pig!" More giggles and tremendous laughter.
My brother's voice bellows from his bedroom. "Shut the hell up you crazy bitches! I can't stand it anymore!"
Nothing gives
Cim and I more pleasure than knowing we're driving my older brother out of his mind. His bedroom is attached to mine and there is no getting away from us. Gotta love those old Chicago bungalows!
Cim rolls out of bed, taking and wrapping all of the blankets around her long, lanky body. She musses her hair up and makes - what she thinks is - a sexy entrance into my brother's room.
"Hey Tony, I'm Sandra Dee and I want you to know I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't rat my hair and I get ill from one cigarette - 'cough, cough, cough'"
"Get the hell out of here
Cim. You're nuts!" barks my brother. But, from my bed, I can tell that he is holding back his laughter and loving every minute of it.
Cim starts singing Hopelessly Devoted to You at the top of her lungs. It's 1978 and Grease (the movie) was the summer craze.
I'm laughing hysterically because now my yellow lab, Rebby, has jumped up on
Cim and she is using him as her dance partner and acting as if he is her John Travolta a.k.a Tony
Zucco.
Cim is singing, "My heart is saying
Pleeeeeeeease don't leave me. My head is saying
dooooooon't let go-o-o!
My bedroom door
flies open! There stands my dad in his boxer shorts. "What the
HELL is going on in here!? It's 5:30 in the morning, god-dammit! Knock it off!"
Cim turns and makes a run back for my bed. The blankets are tangled around her feet and she wipes out, face first onto the floor! WWHHOOOMP!!!
Rebby climbs on top of her and starts to hump her. My brother breaks out into a loud, uncontrollable laughter. Tears are falling down my cheeks and I think I'm gonna' pee my pants!
Cim lifts her head from the floor and her enormous brown eyes look Dad
square in the face. Calmly and in her sexiest voice Cim says, "Hi, I'm Sandra Dee, I'm sorry and I love you."
"Go to bed, god-dammit !" yells Dad as he slams my bedroom door shut behind him.
Cim climbs back into bed with me and whispers, "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't get you in trouble. You're dad hates me now." I could tell she was hurt and scared. Cim really loved my dad.
A few seconds later my bedroom door
squeaks open. Dad's head pops in, he looks at us with a tender eye, pauses and then he gives
Cimmy a grumpy smile and says to her, "I love you too."
Then the door quietly shuts behind him.
I don't think my dad will ever know how much that meant to her.
We couldn't help but love her.
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