{"id":8069,"date":"2019-04-25T15:22:57","date_gmt":"2019-04-25T21:22:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8069"},"modified":"2019-04-25T15:22:57","modified_gmt":"2019-04-25T21:22:57","slug":"angler","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8069","title":{"rendered":"Angler"},"content":{"rendered":"

Wendy Maxon<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The Angler family was going to the reservoir again. All of them this time: Mama Tallulah, and Jay Jay and Bettina and Estelle, all three of her children with their pouty lips, toothy grins, tanned legs, and the blonde Medusa hair they\u2019d been so blessed to inherit. (Deserved <\/em>to inherit, fifteen-year-old Estelle always demanded. Christ<\/em>, all the help they gave that woman.) All ten of them ready to depart for the reservoir — Mama, her three kids, and Mama\u2019s six male suitors. The tiny, thumb-sized, flaccid men that had fused to Mama\u2019s skin and now dangled from her arms and belly like sardines, held fast by the sutures along their crusty dried lips. All of them, ready for a brand-new day of sunning and hunting.<\/p>\n

\u201cBring me my cigarettes, honeys,\u201d Mama said from the back porch as she scratched at her right thigh. \u201cYour Mama needs to be her calmest, prettiest self if you want her to take good care of y\u2019all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jay Jay and Bettina tottered off through the tall, yellowed grass to retrieve the half-ravaged box from the picnic table. \u201cHere you go now, Mama,\u201d Bettina said, handing over Tallulah\u2019s Pall Malls.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you got on your signature scent<\/em>, Mama?\u201d piped up Jay Jay, the youngest. \u201cYou smell like a field of daisies on a summer day. Gonna make capture a breeze.\u201d<\/p>\n

At the end of the sitting bench, Estelle rolled her large brown eyes and sulked as she fingered the threads along the hem of her ivory dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yes I have.\u201d Mama stroked her voluptuous shoulders. She stood and ran her hands down her body and over the minnow adorning her left thigh. \u201cAll this is for you, my babies. I swear, I never had such good babies as you. Look at what y\u2019all do for me. You wouldn\u2019t go and leave your Mama now, would you?\u201d She leaned over to hug Bettina, and a ripple of armpit fat sprang from the top of her blue sequined tube top. \u201cI just don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do without my honeys.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOooooh, you do smell nice, Mama!\u201d Bettina cradled into the fleshy folds of Tallulah\u2019s elbow, delighted. \u201cWe can\u2019t even smell those other ones anymore. All that sourness disappeared!\u201d<\/p>\n

Estelle wrinkled her nose and pointed to the dapper figurine sagging beside Mama\u2019s ear. \u201cLike that one, in his idiotic business suit. Stank like old mushrooms.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah! Or oooooh, remember how bad daddy number three smelled, Mama?\u201d Bettina pointed at the pale protrusion sticking out of Tallulah\u2019s thick calf.<\/p>\n

\u201cI got you daddy number three from the licker store and he smelled like wet dog, but he gave Jay Jay her blue eyes,\u201d Tallulah said. (Daddy number three\u2019s eyes sure did look sad now, pointed at the ground.)<\/p>\n

Estelle stroked her own shoulders. She\u2019d tried to trail Mama and absorb her daisy perfume, but on Estelle it smelled like toilet cleaner. Maybe you just needed to mix it with sweat or something.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t forget your stuff sacks,\u201d Mama said to them. The children grabbed their sacks from beneath the sitting bench and all piled into Mama\u2019s gleaming lilac Cadillac, a gift from Estelle\u2019s daddy, Daddy number two, before he bit down into Mama and all the blood vessels in his mouth just went haywire. Now Daddy number two got all his nutrients directly from Mama, just like all the other daddies attached to her. She fed them just like her kids, and in return she got all their love juice whenever she needed. And who didn\u2019t need love?<\/p>\n

The weather was just perfect, so bright and fine. The roads were clear and the air smelled like fresh baby powder, or maybe fresh kill. That\u2019s what Jay Jay liked to call a capture when she was being cute.<\/p>\n

That afternoon, the reservoir buzzed with excitement. There were lots of kids playing and bouncing and plenty of men wandering, smoking their cigars and looking at Mama all sidelong. Mama and her three children sipped their Kool-Aid Koolers from green straws as they drew up near the water and settled down onto their towels. The breeze chilled but invigorated them. The world looked as if it had been tinted yellow, especially when the sun hit the patches of desiccated grass.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook over there,\u201d Bettina said. \u201cThere\u2019s a fisherman who\u2019s got eyes for Mama. Don\u2019t worry, there\u2019s nothin she can\u2019t catch, yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man was rocking back and forth on his kelp boat, the undulations of the dinghy making Estelle\u2019s stomach lurch a little. His leathery hands found the brim of his hat, which he tipped toward Mama. He grasped his oar roughly and began to steer the boat into shore.<\/p>\n

The wind whipped up again, sending Mama\u2019s blond hairdo and signature scent aloft. The man paddled in faster. Estelle sure wished she had a man to paddle in for her. She was getting older and found she liked the drive-in way more than this junky reservoir, with its cigarette butts and burnt foil and occasional dog corpses buried in the sand. She could wear short skirts to the drive-in, just like Mama did, and she could rub her own shoulders. Plus, she never smelled like Ajax at the drive-in, and the boys looked at her special. Last week she got a free soda from a slender boy with a stuttering problem. Her favorite. The soda, not the boy.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s time,\u201d Tallulah said, repinning her hairdo without compromising her cigarette. She never took her eyes off the fisherman, who was now trying to ground his boat ashore. \u201cGo get \u2018em, honeys.\u201d<\/p>\n

Estelle ran her hand through her hair and frowned. \u201cAw, do we have to, Mama? I\u2019m so bored. It\u2019s every weekend now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mama Tallulah\u2019s stare practically burned a hole in Estelle\u2019s face. \u201cListen to me,\u201d she said in a voice as deep and fiery as her fragrance. \u201cDaisies can only do so much, missy. You know I need y\u2019all to make me\u2019s shiny bright as best you can. So you\u2019ll get me what we need, right now. Or trust me.\u201d She pointed at the sand with a sharpened, honey-gold nail; the ash from Mama\u2019s Pall Mall pointed right back at Estelle. \u201cYou\u2019ll be dead sorry.\u201d Estelle shrank back in terror, covering her lips with her hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I don\u2019t want Estelle to become a No-mouth!\u201d yelled Jay Jay. \u201cWe promise we\u2019ll be good. We want to be with you forever, Mama!\u201d<\/p>\n

The children scattered in all directions. Mama always warned them about the level of toxic sludge in the shallow part, but there were glinting rocks and gleaming flecks of trash buried all over the sand, and they just needed the shiniest things possible for Mama if she was going to lure in some daddies. They hunted down the treasures and crammed them into their triangular stuff sacks, then flung the sacks onto their backs like they each had an extra dorsal fin. Bettina\u2019s fin looked three times bigger than everyone else\u2019s, because she was the middle child and the most resourceful at extraction. Plus she felt the closest to Mama, so she gathered the most. She\u2019d split open the stones and pull out the glittering nuggets from the crevices, brushing off the sand with a little trowel. Sometimes she even caught swipes of the green bioluminescent algae that stood out best against Mama\u2019s skin. Then Bettina would hand her haul to Estelle, who would breathe on everything gently, because Estelle was best at blowing, and you don\u2019t want to break anything that shines.<\/p>\n

The fisherman stepped off his boat and smiled his head off as he wandered over to the nearby shrubs, breaking off a sprig of honeysuckle. He didn\u2019t stand a chance against Mama, Estelle thought. She licked her lips and exhaled onto a flat scrap of silver. He squinted, trying to follow the bounce of light across Mama\u2019s lengthening throat.<\/p>\n

They all beelined for Mama at the same time. The kids held their metal trinkets, the fisherman his bouquet of bush honeysuckle.<\/p>\n

\u201cOooooh, who\u2019s this?\u201d Bettina asked as she tossed her stuff sack next to the fisherman\u2019s hairy, tanned ankle and jumped into Mama\u2019s miniskirted lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello there,\u201d the man said, offering Mama the honeysuckle. It smelled heavenly to Estelle, of course, but she knew that right now the man only had a nose for Mama\u2019s daisies. \u201cMy name is Josep. What\u2019s your name, Miss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can call me Lula.\u201d Mama\u2019s drawl carried the undertone of scorched earth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you might like this, Miss Lula. It reminds me of your scent. Just\u2026intoxicating.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, thank you,\u201d Mama said, teeth shining long, white, and pretty. She nudged Bettina off and rose, standing a good head taller than Josep. \u201cHold this for me for a second, sugar.\u201d She dropped the flowers from her clenched fist into Bettina\u2019s hands, so she could stuff the ridge of fat, soft and white as spoiled milk, back into her tank top.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Mister Josep?\u201d Jay Jay had gotten out all her sparklies and was doing her spinning thing now, trying to lure Josep as fast as she could while Tallulah just smoked and smoked and grew even more voluptuous, almost two full heads taller than Josep by now. They were all scrambling to hold up their metallic shards and rocks, causing Josep to blink and widen his eyes in confusion. He gulped, trying to take in all of Tallulah\u2019s corpulence and the mysteries behind that widening smile, and Estelle just looked at her Mama in her sequined blue tube top and miniskirt, growing taller and grosser and more appealing than she would ever be in her dumb ivory dress. Same routine, different day.<\/p>\n

Estelle took out her biggest scrap of foil from her stuff sack, put it to her tongue, licked it. Then she crushed it as tight as she could and threw it at that pathetic Josep. It hit him square in the neck.<\/p>\n

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The boy that she found clear on the other side of the reservoir had tufts of pale brown hair and cleared his throat more than was necessary. Five minutes prior Estelle had ripped off her dumb dress and thrown it into the honeysuckle bushes. She just wore her nether clothing now — her yellow bikini top and little beige skort.<\/p>\n

Mama was so dumb, and these gross sad little fish men who swarmed her just became her accessories. Literal accessories! They\u2019d kiss her and nibble on her ear and then get stuck, and they\u2019d eat off their own faces like so much candy! Like they were just Mama\u2019s play toys! And the three little anglers, she and Bettina and Jay Jay, just twirling and hunting and never getting to be free, all sucked into Mama\u2019s spell! And what did it matter if it was you dangling from Mama\u2019s calf or sucked into the crook of her fat arm? It was the same!<\/p>\n

Well, she\u2019d show Mama. She might have Mama\u2019s Medusa hair, but she had her own self and her own body and her own big-toothed grin. And this boy with hair tufts was watchin her something fierce, over where he stood by the bait and tackle shop.<\/p>\n

He was sipping a soda out of a long green straw, which reminded her of the Kool-Aid Kooler that she\u2019d left over by Mama and the towels. So she walked right up to the snack counter next to the bait store, and she ordered herself an extra Kool-Aid Kooler, all by herself, confident and proud. Told them exactly how many scoops of sugar she wanted in it, too, thrusting her hip and casting her pointing finger around like nobody\u2019s business. But she hadn\u2019t brought any money with her. She looked around.<\/p>\n

The boy shambled over and produced a dollar. Estelle shifted her weight and looked him up and down. \u201cYou\u2019re sweet. You got a name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSteffen.\u201d He paused. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d he asked, blinking. Like he was nervous.<\/p>\n

\u201cCall me Stella.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure do like a lot of sugar in your drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

Estelle laughed, deep and throaty. \u201cI sure do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Steffen had a line of greasy pimples dotting his chin, but Estelle glowed in a different way, like somehow a beacon was emanating from her forehead and long, slender neck. Why hadn\u2019t she ever noticed how long her neck had grown? She stroked it gently, resting her hand in the small of her throat. Her nails had grown, too, despite her always biting them while waiting for Mama on the sitting bench. But today, for some reason her nails were in great shape. Real beauties. They extended far beyond the nail bed, and she could feel them scratching her skin as she massaged her clavicle.<\/p>\n

She shook her head. No, she didn\u2019t want to be that girl, a Tallulah kind of girl, who beat everyone into submission. Mama was awful, the way she would dig her claws into Estelle\u2019s shoulders when she whined or flick hot ash into her hair, or yank Estelle by her lips until she squealed in agony. The pain and that blue ring of a bruise terrified Estelle so much that she refused to go to the drive-in for a whole month! Tallulah apologized over and over, insisting that Estelle was her best friend, and why would a best friend want to leave her? Who would fetch her cigarettes and love her forever? Nobody, goddammit! Nobody wanted to leave Mama — nor were they allowed to. Mama\u2019s honeys stuck close to her forever, like Bettina and Jay Jay and also the daddies, who swung from Mama like crystals on a giant chandelier.<\/p>\n

Estelle wouldn\u2019t dare abandon Mama, until now.<\/p>\n

Besides, Estelle thought as she looked at the back of her smooth hand to admire her nails\u2019 shape and shine, there was no need to shred<\/em> Steffen. Maybe just\u2026play with him for a bit. See how far she could take this. See how far he might follow. Would he shadow her all the way to the reservoir, scrambling behind her as she danced her way across the tall golden grass back to Mama? What about if she swayed like this<\/em>?<\/p>\n

The answer was: he sure would. All it took was one little extra squeeze around her Kool-Aid Kooler and she knew he could smell her daisies just by looking at his dumb grin. She asked if he\u2019d like to come to her towel and help her put on her lotions, maybe look at the gold shells her little sisters had scavenged and see if any\u2019d fit into her belly button. She promised \u201cNo funny business, sir. My Mama\u2019s present!\u201d then fired a huge wink at him. Then she wound her blond Medusa tendrils around her nails and swiveled away, and next thing she knew, she\u2019d made it all the way back to her scrawny towel with Steffen scurrying behind her.<\/p>\n

By then Mama had shrunk back to her normal size again, which was still huge compared to all the other ladies at the reservoir who weren\u2019t nearly as talented at capture as she was. Jay Jay and Bettina were admiring Mama\u2019s right shoulder, playing with little attached Josep like kittens swatting a toy.<\/p>\n

Estelle picked up Steffen\u2019s hand and held it up high like the Eiffel Tower, entwined in hers. \u201cHi Mama. Look what I brought back all by my lonesome.\u201d If Mama made a grab for her lips, she knew Steffen would fight for her, maybe give Mama a row with his blotchy fist.<\/p>\n

Mama narrowed her eyes, throwing back both shoulders so Josep flung around her like a piece of jewelry. \u201cGood lord, Estelle. What vile mess are you wearing? Tell me that\u2019s not daisies I smell.\u201d<\/p>\n

Estelle thrust her chin up. \u201cNo Mama, just off playing with my gentlemen callers like you always do. You know, on a hot, summery day.\u201d This was it. She was finally going to be ready for Mama\u2019s rage. Already she felt something shimmering inside her, like her own little light that she could use not only to hook Steffen, but also to sear herself clean from Mama. Like when she killed those bugs with the beam of hot sun through a magnifying glass.<\/p>\n

To Estelle\u2019s surprise, Mama didn\u2019t swipe at her. Instead she looked at that dog Steffen and said, \u201cHello, honey,\u201d extending her hand holding the cigarette. The wind kicked up. Something like smoke blew in Steffen\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cMama, no!\u201d<\/p>\n

Bettina and Jay Jay just stood there, tense, clutching their shells and trinkets as Mama began to expand. They would usually start spinning now, but they teetered, whipping their heads back and forth from Tallulah to Estelle. Steffen was torn between Estelle and Mama too, but the blue sequins had won his attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t have him, Mama!\u201d Estelle screamed. She tried to shove Tallulah\u2019s hand away, but it had swelled up colossal and held strong. \u201cHe\u2019s mine now! He\u2019s supposed to be all mine!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am.\u201d With eyes only for Mama, Steffen nodded and took the woman\u2019s outstretched hand. Mama\u2019s long teeth glinted sunlight onto Steffen\u2019s oily face as her head began to grow rounder, becoming almost incandescent. He gawked at her while Estelle screamed and screamed at them in the background.<\/p>\n

Estelle picked up the half-empty Kool-Aid Kooler she\u2019d left behind and threw it at Steffen\u2019s head. It hit him square on the temple, drenching him in red, but no matter. Undeterred, Steffen bent to kiss Mama\u2019s palm.<\/p>\n

He bit. Something in his face changed, a deepening sense of alarm. He pulled back with a slight tug, but his head stayed put. Iridescent flakes of skin materialized around his lips as his ears jerked back and forth, but nothing moved. Mama\u2019s body began to recede to its normal shape, and as she did so, Steffen shrank with her. His body dwindled to no bigger than a finger.<\/p>\n

Mama cackled.<\/p>\n

Tears poured down Estelle\u2019s face as she threw her hands in the air. She felt a flush rise, coursing through her like she was trapped to the earth, to this reservoir, to Mama forever. \u201cHe was mine. I needed him. This isn\u2019t a life, Mama.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop your babbling,\u201d Tallulah said, the violence rising in her voice. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand, sweet baby. I need all of you if I\u2019m\u2019na get that love. My honeys are all I have in my life.\u201d She threw her arm around Estelle, the ridge of fat whacking against her shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hate you. You can\u2019t keep me here forever!\u201d<\/p>\n

Estelle reached for Mama\u2019s hand and grabbed Steffen, then pulled as hard as she could, ripping Steffen from Mama\u2019s hand. His sad, withered lips tore free, taking along thick chunks of Tallulah\u2019s palm. Mama\u2019s unholy cry rung through the air. Estelle ignored her outburst, jamming Steffen over and over into her own belly button like she was stabbing herself dead.<\/p>\n

The hunks of Mama\u2019s flesh still bound to Steffen\u2019s mouth began to knit themselves into Estelle\u2019s body, working their way through her, binding the two together more than ever. Strange new feelings coursed through Estelle, little gurgles in her stomach now, as the horror of what was happening struck her. Steffen stuck straight out of Estelle\u2019s belly button like one of Mama\u2019s prized cigarettes.<\/p>\n

Mama stood agog. An enormous red hole gaped in the middle of her hand.<\/p>\n

Jay Jay began to cry. \u201cEstelle! Look out! She\u2019s gonna yank your lips and you\u2019ll be a No\u2212mouth!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up!\u201d Mama shouted, clamping her bloodied hand onto Jay Jay\u2019s jaw and shaking her up and down, just once. Jay Jay\u2019s eyes went wild, then glassy. She didn\u2019t make a sound. Mama removed her hand, leaving Jay Jay with nothing but glazed eyes and a long stretch of taut, blue-veined skin for a face. The littlest Angler toddled away, stumbling here and there, with nobody to beseech. She limped around the towels until one of her little feet sank into the sand. Her other foot scrambled clockwise around it, her body circling and circling around the maypole, a tiny mouthless ballerina burrowing into the earth. Then she stopped. Faceplanted. She lay completely still, her blond curls bent at odd angles.<\/p>\n

Mama turned her red-rimmed, pained eyes on Estelle and snarled. \u201cGet gone, you little bitch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Estelle whirled around, not knowing what to do. She had to get out of there, now, quickly, but she had this new thing<\/em> poking out of her. Not to mention no idea what home meant anymore. Breathing fast, Estelle looked down and fled in the direction toward which Steffen\u2019s body pointed. She should go somewhere brighter, somewhere warm and welcoming and golden. She had a new life to begin, her own. Away from Mama. Free of Mama!<\/em> she insisted to herself.<\/p>\n

The dread in her gut told her differently, though.<\/p>\n

The air had cooled down, making Estelle shiver as she bolted toward the setting sun wearing her bikini top. The stiff branches and curled leaves on the honeysuckle bushes scratched her as she scrambled through the brush. What was she supposed to do now? The uncertainty was making her insides twist up. She could hear the slams of car doors, kids crying in their car seats, tires squealing as families pulled out of parking lots to head home after a long day of fun in the sun. Maybe the cars were Cadillacs just like Mama\u2019s.<\/p>\n

She was panting now. Her scratches kept tingling, and her feet burned as she ran. Seemed like nobody was around anymore, not the children or the fishermen or even the young men she liked to watch. Had everyone left? She kind of understood what Mama meant when she fumed about being abandoned, being left behind by those who\u2019d once held you close.<\/p>\n

Once she reached the clearing, Estelle paused to catch her breath. She dabbed her eyes and wiped the wetness onto Steffen, then took hold and wiggled her new ornament back and forth. Thank god he was there. Sure, he was gangly, but he was kind of cute, all up in her like that. Plus, being as he was on her belly, maybe he could help steer her the right way.\u00a0She pinched him, hard, just for good measure. Steffen probably\u2019d love her something fierce, and maybe it wasn\u2019t a bad thing to have too much company. She seized Steffen, whispered him some secrets, and squeezed really hard. And then she felt something else, something young and squiggly, at home in there with her too.<\/p>\n

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WENDY MAXON<\/strong> lives in California. She spent most of her life studying the history of twentieth century war and art, and she teaches various Humanities and history classes. She appreciates satire and cultural subversion and recently designed a school field trip involving the Madonna Inn, several art galleries, and roller derby. Writing has been a dream of hers since she wrote a two-page novel at age five. She is currently getting her MFA in Fiction at the University of Riverside Palm Desert.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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