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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Era (02/03/11)

TITLE: Like Mother Like Daughter
By sandra hoolihan


“I’m going out for a bit,” Gloria yelled indifferently as she picked up the keys and headed toward the door.

“Whoa! You’re not going anywhere.” said Lydia as she trotted over to the front door. “Give me the keys.” she demanded while folding her arms and maneuvering her eyebrows in an attempt to appear more authoritative. She was quietly calculating how long this argument was going to take and what was at stake. She knew she was in for a struggle. Not only was her opponent determined to win; but Lydia also remembered how badly she had fought to do the same thing once-upon-a-time.

“I don’t understand you.” Gloria answered with a smirk noting the way Lydia’s eyebrows danced around indecisively. “You don’t have enough time to run my errands, you always seem so annoyed when I ask you for rides to my friend’s houses and then when I take initiative - that IS what you wanted me to have more of isn’t it?” she said with a tone loaded with sass.

“Oh no you don’t.” Lydia said managing to regain control of the conversation. “You are not going to start side tracking me into an argument about initiative. This is about your safety. It is ten o’clock at night and you know how I feel about you driving so late in the dark.”

Some days it was tough being the one to call the shots. The issue of the car, however, seemed to be the latest of the unresolved arguments in the house. Each time the subject was broached, the stakes were higher and the objections were harder to overcome.

The grandfather clock in the family room started to chime. It was getting late and the conversation they really needed to be having was going to have to wait for tomorrow. Tonight she needed to get the keys back so she could wrap up the night and get some rest. Tomorrow they would sit down and discuss the car and set some new ground rules for driving.

“I love you and I want you to be safe. I don’t doubt YOUR abilities, but I worry about other drivers on the road who may be not be focused on their driving. Just yesterday there was an accident at the corner because of a careless driver looking at their phone instead of the road. It’s late and I don’t want to worry about your safety. If you don’t need to go out I would prefer that you stay in with me.” To seal the deal Lydia added, “I’ll put the kettle on and we can have a cup of tea together.”

“Fine!” Gloria said as her shaking hand released the keys. Clearly angry at being defeated she barked, “Who taught you to argue like that?” as she slumped onto the couch exhausted from the bickering that transpired.

“You did, Mom” said Lydia, “ when we had the same argument 40 years ago.”

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Norma-Anne Hough02/11/11
We have all been there haven't we?
Loved the surprise ending. very well done.
Good read
Leola Ogle 02/12/11
Just had to laugh! Going through something similar with my own mother right now. She is 84 and there's not much difference between caring for her or my 1 year old granddaughter. Excellent writing! Enjoyed this very much!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/12/11
I love this! Your title might have given it away for some, but I tend to ignore titles until the end. This was such a delight to read. I was smiling because my daughter, Lydia, and I argue over her driving as she just got her license. I was thinking too bad Lydia's not the daughter! That was perfect!
Mildred Sheldon02/13/11
What a wonderful tender story. I enjoyed this so very much. I've seen this play out in my church community.
diana kay02/15/11
clever! I did actually wonder who was mother and daughter :-)