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Extrait 9781400068319|excerptSittenfeld / SISTERLANDChapter 1September 2009St. Louis, MissouriThe shaking started around three in the morning, and it happened that I was already awake because I&rsquo,d nursed Owen at two and then, instead of going back to sleep, I&rsquo,d lain there brooding about the fight I&rsquo,d had at lunch with my sister, Vi. I&rsquo,d driven with Owen and Rosie in the backseat to pick up Vi, and the four of us had gone to Hacienda. We&rsquo,d finished eating and I was collecting Rosie&rsquo,s stray food from the tabletop&mdash,once I had imagined I wouldn&rsquo,t be the kind of mother who ordered chicken tenders for her child off the menu at a Mexican restaurant&mdash,when Vi said, &ldquo,So I have a date tomorrow.&rdquo,&ldquo,That&rsquo,s great,&rdquo, I said. &ldquo,Who is it&rdquo,Casually, after running the tip of her tongue over her top teeth to check for food, Vi said, &ldquo,She&rsquo,s an IT consultant, which sounds boring, but she&rsquo,s traveled a lot in South and Central America, so she couldn&rsquo,t be a total snooze, right&rdquo,I was being baited, but I tried to match Vi&rsquo,s casual tone as I said, &ldquo,Did you meet online&rdquo, Rosie, who was two and a half, had gotten up from the table, wandered over to a ficus plant in the corner, and was smelling the leaves. Beside me in the booth, buckled into his car seat, Owen, who was six months, grabbed at a little plush giraffe that hung from the car seat&rsquo,s handle.Vi nodded. &ldquo,There&rsquo,s pretty slim pickings for dykes in St. Louis.&rdquo,&ldquo,So that&rsquo,s what you consider yourself these days&rdquo, I leaned in and said in a lowered tone, &ldquo,A lesbian&rdquo,Looking amused, Vi imitated my inclined posture and quiet voice. &ldquo,What if the manager hears you&rdquo, she said. &ldquo,And gets a boner&rdquo, She grinned. &ldquo,At this point, I&rsquo,m bi-celibate. Or should I say Vi-sexual But I figure it&rsquo,s all a numbers game&mdash,I keep putting myself out there and, eventually, I cross paths with Ms. or Mr. Right.&rdquo,&ldquo,Meaning you&rsquo,re on straight dating sites, too&rdquo,&ldquo,Not at the moment, but in the future, maybe.&rdquo, Our waitress approached and left the bill at the edge of the table. I reached for it as soon as she&rsquo,d walked away&mdash,when Vi and I ate together, I always paid without discussion&mdash,and Vi said, &ldquo,Don&rsquo,t leave a big tip. She was giving us attitude.&rdquo,&ldquo,I didn&rsquo,t notice.&rdquo,&ldquo,And my fajita was mostly peppers.&rdquo,&ldquo,You of all people should realize that&rsquo,s not the waitress&rsquo,s fault.&rdquo, For years, all through our twenties, Vi had worked at restaurants. But she was still regarding me skeptically as I set down my credit card, and I added, &ldquo,It&rsquo,s rude not to tip extra when you bring little kids.&rdquo, We were at a conversational crossroads. Either we could stand, I could gather the mess of belongings that accompanied me wherever I went&mdash,once I had been so organized that I kept my spice rack alphabetized, and now I left hats and bibs and sippy cups in my wake, baggies of Cheerios, my own wallet and sunglasses&mdash,and the four of us could head out to the parking lot and then go on to drop Vi at her house, all amicably. Or I could express a sentiment that wasn&rsquo,t Vi, in her way, asking me to share&ldquo,I believe in tipping well for great service,&rdquo, Vi was saying. &ldquo,This girl was phoning it in.&rdquo,I said, &ldquo,If you feel equally attracted to men and women, why not date men Isn&rsquo,t it just easier I mean, I wish it weren&rsquo,t true, but&mdash,&rdquo, I glanced at my daughter right as she pulled a ficus leaf off the plant and extended her tongue toward it. I had assumed the plant was fake and, therefore, durable, and I called out, &ldquo,No mouth, Rosie. Come over here.&rdquo, When I looked back at Vi, I couldn&rsquo,t remember what I&rsquo,d wanted to say next. Hadn&rsquo,t I had another point And Vi was sneering in a way that made me wish, already, that I&rsquo,d simply let the moment pass.&ldquo,Easier&rdquo, Her voice was filled with contempt. &ldquo,It&rsquo,s just easier to be straight As in, what, less embarrassing to my uptight sister&rdquo,&ldquo,That&rsquo,s not what I said.&rdquo,&ldquo,Don&rsquo,t you think it would be easier if black people hadn&rsquo,t demanded to ride in the front of the bus like white people Or go to the same schools That was so awkward when that happened!&rdquo, This seemed to be an indirect reference to my friend Hank, but I ignored it.&ldquo,I don&rsquo,t have a problem with gay people,&rdquo, I said, and my cheeks were aflame, which I&rsquo,d have known, even if I hadn&rsquo,t been able to feel their heat, by the fact that Vi&rsquo,s were, too. We would always be identical twins, even though we were no longer, in most ways, identical.&ldquo,Where&rsquo,s Rosie&rsquo,s baloney&rdquo, Rosie said. She had returned from the ficus plant&mdash,thank goodness&mdash,and was standing next to me.&ldquo,It&rsquo,s at home,&rdquo, I said. &ldquo,We didn&rsquo,t bring it.&rdquo, The baloney was a piece from a lunch-themed puzzle, a life-sized pink wooden circle on a yellow wooden square, that Rosie had recently become inexplicably attached to. I said to Vi, &ldquo,Don&rsquo,t make me out to be homophobic. It&rsquo,s a statement of fact that life is simpler&mdash,it is, Vi&mdash,don&rsquo,t look at me like that. It&rsquo,s not like two women can get married in Missouri, and there&rsquo,s a lot of financial stuff that goes along with that, or visiting each other in the hospital. Or having kids&mdash,for gay couples, that&rsquo,s complicated and it&rsquo,s expensive, too.&rdquo,&ldquo,Having kids period is complicated!&rdquo, Vi&rsquo,s anger had taken on an explosive quality, and I felt people at nearby tables looking toward us. &ldquo,And this whole making-life-simpler bullshit&rdquo, she continued. While I flinched at the swear word in front of Rosie, it didn&rsquo,t seem intentional&mdash,there was no question that Vi sometimes liked to provoke me, but it appeared she was swept up in the moment. &ldquo,Children are nothing but a problem people create and then congratulate themselves on solving. Look at you and Jeremy, for Christ&rsquo,s sake. &lsquo,Oh, we can&rsquo,t leave the house because it&rsquo,s Rosie&rsquo,s naptime, we can&rsquo,t be out past five forty-five p.m.&rsquo, or whenever the fuck it is&mdash,&rdquo, I was pretty sure Rosie had only a vague notion of what these obscenities, or anything else Vi was saying, meant, but I could sense her watching rapt from beside me, no doubt even more enthralled because she&rsquo,d heard her own name. &ldquo,Or, &lsquo,She can&rsquo,t wear that sunscreen because it has parabens in it&rsquo,&mdash,I mean, seriously, can you even tell me what a paraben is&mdash,and &lsquo,She can&rsquo,t eat raw carrots because she might choke,&rsquo, and on and on and on. But who asked you to have children Do you think you&rsquo,re providing some service to the world You got pregnant because you wanted to&mdash,which, okay, that&rsquo,s your right, but then other people can&rsquo,t do what they want to because it&rsquo,s too complicated&rdquo,&ldquo,Fine,&rdquo, I said. &ldquo,Forget I said anything.&rdquo,&ldquo,Don&rsquo,t be a pussy.&rdquo,I glared at her. &ldquo,Don&rsquo,t call me names.&rdquo,&ldquo,Well, it seems awfully convenient that you get to speak your mind and then close down the discussion.&rdquo,&ldquo,I need to go home for their naps,&rdquo, I said, and there was a split second in which Vi and I looked at each other and almost laughed. Instead, sourly, she said, &ldquo,Of course you do.&rdquo,In the car, she was silent, and after a couple minutes, Rosie said from the backseat, &ldquo,Mama wants to sing the Bingo song.&rdquo,&ldquo,I&rsquo,ll sing it later,&rdquo, I said.&ldquo,Mama wants to sing the Bingo song now,&rdquo, Rosie said, and when I didn&rsquo,t respond, she added in a cheerful tone, &ldquo,When you take off your diaper, it makes Mama very sad.&rdquo,Vi snorted unpleasantly. &ldquo,Why don&rsquo,t you just toilet train her&rdquo,&ldquo,We&rsquo,re going to soon.&rdquo,Vi said nothing, and loathing for her flared up in me, which was probably just what she wanted. It was one thing for my sister to fail to appreciate the energy I put into our lunches, the sheer choreography of getting a six-month-old and a two-year-old out of the house, into the car, into a restaurant, and back home with no major meltdowns (never in my children&rsquo,s presence could I have ordered a meal as intricately, messily hands-on as a fajita), but it was another thing entirely for Vi to mock me. And yet, in one final attempt at diplomacy, as I stopped the car on the street outside the small single-story gray house where Vi lived, I said, &ldquo,For Dad&rsquo,s birthday, I was thinking&mdash,&rdquo,&ldquo,Let&rsquo,s talk about it later.&rdquo,&ldquo,Fine.&rdquo, If she thought I was going to plead for forgiveness, she was mistaken, and it wasn&rsquo,t just because we really did need to get home for Rosie and Owen&rsquo,s naps. She climbed from the car, and before she shut the door, I said, &ldquo,By the way&rdquo,A nasty satisfaction rose in me as she turned. She was prepared for me to say, I didn&rsquo,t mean to be such a jerk in the restaurant. Instead, I said, &ldquo,Parabens are preservatives.&rdquo,Fourteen hours later, at three in the morning, our squabble was what I was stewing over, specifically, I was thinking that the reason I&rsquo,d made my points so clumsily was that what I really believed was even more offensive than that being straight was easier than being gay. I believed Vi was dating women because she was at her heaviest ever&mdash,she&rsquo,d quit smoking in the spring, and now she had to... --Ce texte fait r?f?rence ? l'?dition ie=UTF8&n=52042011" class="product">Broch?. ",i:1,s:34
Extrait 9781400068319|excerptSittenfeld / SISTERLANDChapter 1September 2009St. Louis, MissouriThe shaking started around three in the morning, and it happened that I was already awake because I&rsquo,d nursed Owen at two and then, instead of going back to sleep, I&rsquo,d lain there brooding about the fight I&rsquo,d had at lunch with my sister, Vi. I&rsquo,d driven with Owen and Rosie in the backseat to pick up Vi, and the four of us had gone to Hacienda. We&rsquo,d finished eating and I was collecting Rosie&rsquo,s stray food from the tabletop&mdash,once I had imagined I wouldn&rsquo,t be the kind of mother who ordered chicken tenders for her child off the menu at a Mexican restaurant&mdash,when Vi said, &ldquo,So I have a date tomorrow.&rdquo,&ldquo,That&rsquo,s great,&rdquo, I said. &ldquo,Who is it&rdquo,Casually, after running the tip of her tongue over her top teeth to check for food, Vi said, &ldquo,She&rsquo,s an IT consultant, which sounds boring, but she&rsquo,s traveled a lot in South and Central America, so she couldn&rsquo,t be a total snooze, right&rdquo,I was being baited, but I tried to match Vi&rsquo,s casual tone as I said, &ldquo,Did you meet online&rdquo, Rosie, who was two and a half, had gotten up from the table, wandered over to a ficus plant in the corner, and was smelling the leaves. Beside me in the booth, buckled into his car seat, Owen, who was six months, grabbed at a little plush giraffe that hung from the car seat&rsquo,s handle.Vi nodded. &ldquo,There&rsquo,s pretty slim pickings for dykes in St. Louis.&rdquo,&ldquo,So that&rsquo,s what you consider yourself these days&rdquo, I leaned in and said in a lowered tone, &ldquo,A lesbian&rdquo,Looking amused, Vi imitated my inclined posture and quiet voice. &ldquo,What if the manager hears you&rdquo, she said. &ldquo,And gets a boner&rdquo, She grinned. &ldquo,At this point, I&rsquo,m bi-celibate. Or should I say Vi-sexual But I figure it&rsquo,s all a numbers game&mdash,I keep putting myself out there and, eventually, I cross paths with Ms. or Mr. Right.&rdquo,&ldquo,Meaning you&rsquo,re on straight dating sites, too&rdquo,&ldquo,Not at the moment, but in the future, maybe.&rdquo, Our waitress approached and left the bill at the edge of the table. I reached for it as soon as she&rsquo,d walked away&mdash,when Vi and I ate together, I always paid without discussion&mdash,and Vi said, &ldquo,Don&rsquo,t leave a big tip. She was giving us attitude.&rdquo,&ldquo,I didn&rsquo,t notice.&rdquo,&ldquo,And my fajita was mostly peppers.&rdquo,&ldquo,You of all people should realize that&rsquo,s not the waitress&rsquo,s fault.&rdquo, For years, all through our twenties, Vi had worked at restaurants. But she was still regarding me skeptically as I set down my credit card, and I added, &ldquo,It&rsquo,s rude not to tip extra when you bring little kids.&rdquo, We were at a conversational crossroads. Either we could stand, I could gather the mess of belongings that accompanied me wherever I went&mdash,once I had been so organized that I kept my spice rack alphabetized, and now I left hats and bibs and sippy cups in my wake, baggies of Cheerios, my own wallet and sunglasses&mdash,and the four of us could head out to the parking lot and then go on to drop Vi at her house, all amicably. Or I could express a sentiment that wasn&rsquo,t Vi, in her way, asking me to share&ldquo,I believe in tipping well for great service,&rdquo, Vi was saying. &ldquo,This girl was phoning it in.&rdquo,I said, &ldquo,If you feel equally attracted to men and women, why not date men Isn&rsquo,t it just easier I mean, I wish it weren&rsquo,t true, but&mdash,&rdquo, I glanced at my daughter right as she pulled a ficus leaf off the plant and extended her tongue toward it. I had assumed the plant was fake and, therefore, durable, and I called out, &ldquo,No mouth, Rosie. Come over here.&rdquo, When I looked back at Vi, I couldn&rsquo,t remember what I&rsquo,d wanted to say next. Hadn&rsquo,t I had another point And Vi was sneering in a way that made me wish, already, that I&rsquo,d simply let the moment pass.&ldquo,Easier&rdquo, Her voice was filled with contempt. &ldquo,It&rsquo,s just easier to be straight As in, what, less embarrassing to my uptight sister&rdquo,&ldquo,That&rsquo,s not what I said.&rdquo,&ldquo,Don&rsquo,t you think it would be easier if black people hadn&rsquo,t demanded to ride in the front of the bus like white people Or go to the same schools That was so awkward when that happened!&rdquo, This seemed to be an indirect reference to my friend Hank, but I ignored it.&ldquo,I don&rsquo,t have a problem with gay people,&rdquo, I said, and my cheeks were aflame, which I&rsquo,d have known, even if I hadn&rsquo,t been able to feel their heat, by the fact that Vi&rsquo,s were, too. We would always be identical twins, even though we were no longer, in most ways, identical.&ldquo,Where&rsquo,s Rosie&rsquo,s baloney&rdquo, Rosie said. She had returned from the ficus plant&mdash,thank goodness&mdash,and was standing next to me.&ldquo,It&rsquo,s at home,&rdquo, I said. &ldquo,We didn&rsquo,t bring it.&rdquo, The baloney was a piece from a lunch-themed puzzle, a life-sized pink wooden circle on a yellow wooden square, that Rosie had recently become inexplicably attached to. I said to Vi, &ldquo,Don&rsquo,t make me out to be homophobic. It&rsquo,s a statement of fact that life is simpler&mdash,it is, Vi&mdash,don&rsquo,t look at me like that. It&rsquo,s not like two women can get married in Missouri, and there&rsquo,s a lot of financial stuff that goes along with that, or visiting each other in the hospital. Or having kids&mdash,for gay couples, that&rsquo,s complicated and it&rsquo,s expensive, too.&rdquo,&ldquo,Having kids period is complicated!&rdquo, Vi&rsquo,s anger had taken on an explosive quality, and I felt people at nearby tables looking toward us. &ldquo,And this whole making-life-simpler bullshit&rdquo, she continued. While I flinched at the swear word in front of Rosie, it didn&rsquo,t seem intentional&mdash,there was no question that Vi sometimes liked to provoke me, but it appeared she was swept up in the moment. &ldquo,Children are nothing but a problem people create and then congratulate themselves on solving. Look at you and Jeremy, for Christ&rsquo,s sake. &lsquo,Oh, we can&rsquo,t leave the house because it&rsquo,s Rosie&rsquo,s naptime, we can&rsquo,t be out past five forty-five p.m.&rsquo, or whenever the fuck it is&mdash,&rdquo, I was pretty sure Rosie had only a vague notion of what these obscenities, or anything else Vi was saying, meant, but I could sense her watching rapt from beside me, no doubt even more enthralled because she&rsquo,d heard her own name. &ldquo,Or, &lsquo,She can&rsquo,t wear that sunscreen because it has parabens in it&rsquo,&mdash,I mean, seriously, can you even tell me what a paraben is&mdash,and &lsquo,She can&rsquo,t eat raw carrots because she might choke,&rsquo, and on and on and on. But who asked you to have children Do you think you&rsquo,re providing some service to the world You got pregnant because you wanted to&mdash,which, okay, that&rsquo,s your right, but then other people can&rsquo,t do what they want to because it&rsquo,s too complicated&rdquo,&ldquo,Fine,&rdquo, I said. &ldquo,Forget I said anything.&rdquo,&ldquo,Don&rsquo,t be a pussy.&rdquo,I glared at her. &ldquo,Don&rsquo,t call me names.&rdquo,&ldquo,Well, it seems awfully convenient that you get to speak your mind and then close down the discussion.&rdquo,&ldquo,I need to go home for their naps,&rdquo, I said, and there was a split second in which Vi and I looked at each other and almost laughed. Instead, sourly, she said, &ldquo,Of course you do.&rdquo,In the car, she was silent, and after a couple minutes, Rosie said from the backseat, &ldquo,Mama wants to sing the Bingo song.&rdquo,&ldquo,I&rsquo,ll sing it later,&rdquo, I said.&ldquo,Mama wants to sing the Bingo song now,&rdquo, Rosie said, and when I didn&rsquo,t respond, she added in a cheerful tone, &ldquo,When you take off your diaper, it makes Mama very sad.&rdquo,Vi snorted unpleasantly. &ldquo,Why don&rsquo,t you just toilet train her&rdquo,&ldquo,We&rsquo,re going to soon.&rdquo,Vi said nothing, and loathing for her flared up in me, which was probably just what she wanted. It was one thing for my sister to fail to appreciate the energy I put into our lunches, the sheer choreography of getting a six-month-old and a two-year-old out of the house, into the car, into a restaurant, and back home with no major meltdowns (never in my children&rsquo,s presence could I have ordered a meal as intricately, messily hands-on as a fajita), but it was another thing entirely for Vi to mock me. And yet, in one final attempt at diplomacy, as I stopped the car on the street outside the small single-story gray house where Vi lived, I said, &ldquo,For Dad&rsquo,s birthday, I was thinking&mdash,&rdquo,&ldquo,Let&rsquo,s talk about it later.&rdquo,&ldquo,Fine.&rdquo, If she thought I was going to plead for forgiveness, she was mistaken, and it wasn&rsquo,t just because we really did need to get home for Rosie and Owen&rsquo,s naps. She climbed from the car, and before she shut the door, I said, &ldquo,By the way&rdquo,A nasty satisfaction rose in me as she turned. She was prepared for me to say, I didn&rsquo,t mean to be such a jerk in the restaurant. Instead, I said, &ldquo,Parabens are preservatives.&rdquo,Fourteen hours later, at three in the morning, our squabble was what I was stewing over, specifically, I was thinking that the reason I&rsquo,d made my points so clumsily was that what I really believed was even more offensive than that being straight was easier than being gay. I believed Vi was dating women because she was at her heaviest ever&mdash,she&rsquo,d quit smoking in the spring, and now she had to... --Ce texte fait r?f?rence ? l'?dition ie=UTF8&n=52042011" class="product">Broch?. ",i:1,s:34
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