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Dallas - The Original Series
A town run on favours, money and power — and the people who run it are the Ewings ...
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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 164879" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><u>Chapter 18</u></p><p><u></u></p><p><em>Tiny bird-wings continue to beat within Ellie, and Willard’s name echoed through long-closed corridors of her mind. Of course he would have married sometime; he was always a footloose rover, but he would need some place to come back to - or someone. Seeing Cliff Barnes on TV wasn’t the same as meeting Willard’s daughter face to face.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Willard’s daughter – would she quote random bits and pieces of poetry, at times misquote them? Had she carried a book everywhere she went, and did she … Certainly not; Pamela hadn’t ridden the rails and read by firelight in a hobo jungle. She was a young woman grown, and times were good, work and money plentiful. Who even remembered the Depression – or Willard Barnes?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>***********</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Willard’s daughter, she thought again, and a ghost arose – a girl-child never born, slim and dark-haired and filled with fairy laughter, a kiss soft as thistledown and doe-eyed; she was a child of the mist who danced on moonbeams, and she would know those precious, precious silences so warm and still, more golden for the sharing.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>***********</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>When she hung up the phone, Ellie sat looking at it for long, introspective moments. Jock Ewing took JR when the clay of him was soft, and formed to his own image, made him driving and ambitious and oil-wise, company-wise.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ellie Ewing had sworn he wouldn’t take her next born, and he didn’t. She kept Gary home, mothered and guided him, but tried to make him strong. Something went wrong in the core of him, and when he’d fled his own home, his own battered wife, Ellie was left more alone.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Because neither father nor mother took much hand in the upbringing of Bobby Ewing, like a weed in an unnoticed corner of a garden, he flourished untended. Jock didn’t manipulate him, and Ellie didn’t guide him. Whatever Bobby Ewing was - and Ellie began to realise that nobody really knew – whatever he’d grown into, he done it on his own.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>***********</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘We shaped him,’ Ellie whispered, ‘we shaped him by ignoring him, and it wouldn’t take a whole lot for him to ignore us, in turn. We never saw behind the jokes and clowning because we never looked, and now’ – she pressed hard against her temple – ‘now I don’t think I </em>want<em> to know what’s behind that painted-on face.’ There were times when she’d had a glimpse of his eyes when they weren’t hiding behind a twinkle, and they were not funny.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>My sons, she thought, as pain spread from her temple behind her right eye, spread down the right side of her neck, </em>my sons<em> – we gave you too much or too little, but we never shared, never listened. It must have been hell growing up here, if ever you did.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 164879, member: 22"] [U]Chapter 18 [/U] [I]Tiny bird-wings continue to beat within Ellie, and Willard’s name echoed through long-closed corridors of her mind. Of course he would have married sometime; he was always a footloose rover, but he would need some place to come back to - or someone. Seeing Cliff Barnes on TV wasn’t the same as meeting Willard’s daughter face to face. Willard’s daughter – would she quote random bits and pieces of poetry, at times misquote them? Had she carried a book everywhere she went, and did she … Certainly not; Pamela hadn’t ridden the rails and read by firelight in a hobo jungle. She was a young woman grown, and times were good, work and money plentiful. Who even remembered the Depression – or Willard Barnes? *********** Willard’s daughter, she thought again, and a ghost arose – a girl-child never born, slim and dark-haired and filled with fairy laughter, a kiss soft as thistledown and doe-eyed; she was a child of the mist who danced on moonbeams, and she would know those precious, precious silences so warm and still, more golden for the sharing. *********** When she hung up the phone, Ellie sat looking at it for long, introspective moments. Jock Ewing took JR when the clay of him was soft, and formed to his own image, made him driving and ambitious and oil-wise, company-wise. Ellie Ewing had sworn he wouldn’t take her next born, and he didn’t. She kept Gary home, mothered and guided him, but tried to make him strong. Something went wrong in the core of him, and when he’d fled his own home, his own battered wife, Ellie was left more alone. Because neither father nor mother took much hand in the upbringing of Bobby Ewing, like a weed in an unnoticed corner of a garden, he flourished untended. Jock didn’t manipulate him, and Ellie didn’t guide him. Whatever Bobby Ewing was - and Ellie began to realise that nobody really knew – whatever he’d grown into, he done it on his own. *********** ‘We shaped him,’ Ellie whispered, ‘we shaped him by ignoring him, and it wouldn’t take a whole lot for him to ignore us, in turn. We never saw behind the jokes and clowning because we never looked, and now’ – she pressed hard against her temple – ‘now I don’t think I [/I]want[I] to know what’s behind that painted-on face.’ There were times when she’d had a glimpse of his eyes when they weren’t hiding behind a twinkle, and they were not funny. My sons, she thought, as pain spread from her temple behind her right eye, spread down the right side of her neck, [/I]my sons[I] – we gave you too much or too little, but we never shared, never listened. It must have been hell growing up here, if ever you did.[/I] [/QUOTE]
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