An Ideal Family
By JOY DEEP SAHA
The crowd hurried on their way home, trams rumbling, cars rumbling, large taxis swayed and swayed with the
kind of ruthless and provocative indifference that can only be known in
This is us A day on any
other day in the country. Office. Not much happened. Harold did not come back
from lunch until four o'clock. Where is he? What did he do? He would not tell
his father about it. Walking through the hallway, when Harold walked in
quietly, as usual, he said goodbye to the caller, dressed beautifully, coldly,
kindly, smiling with the strange half-smile that fascinated women.
Ah, Harold is too
handsome, too handsome; this has always been a problem. No one has the right to
have such eyes, such eyelashes, and such lips; this is great. As for his
mother, sisters, and servants, it is no exaggeration to say that they made him
a young god; they worshiped Harold and forgave everything about him; since she
was thirteen years old, she stole Her mother's wallet, took the money, and hid
it in the chef's bedroom. She needs to be forgiven. Mr. Neve beat his cane on
the sidewalk. However, Harold not only ruined his family, he thought, but also
ruined everyone else; he just had to look and smile, and they fell in front of
Unsurprisingly, he hopes the
office will inherit this tradition. Uh-huh! But I cannot. You cannot gamble in
any business, even if it is a thriving, mature, high-paying company. One must
devote himself to it. Otherwise, he will collapse before our eyes.
Then Charlotte and the
girls are always there to give Harold everything, privacy, and fun. Enjoy! Old
Mr. Neve stopped under an old palm tree. Get out of the government building!
have fun! The afternoon breeze disturbed the black leaves and made a lovely
laugh. "And Harold laughed...
"Dad, why are you so
unreasonable?" "You do not even have to go to the office. We feel
very uncomfortable when people insist on how tired we look—this huge house and
garden. Of course, please feel free to rate this change. Alternatively, you
develop a hobby.
Baby Lola interrupted
arrogantly: "Men should have hobbies. You cannot live without it.
Okay! He can smile
coldly and do not hold back when he struggles up the hill to Harcourt Avenue.
If he continues to love, where will Lola, her sisters, and Charlotte go?
Hobbies cannot afford townhouses and beach houses, their horses, golf balls, and
a 60-Guinean gramophone in the music room so they can dance. Smart and
beautiful girl, Charlotte is an extraordinary woman; naturally, she can swim.
In fact, no other house in the town is as famous as hers; no other family has
so much fun. Often an older man Neve pushed a cigar box on the table in the
smoking-room and heard compliments from his wife, daughter, and even himself.
"You are the
perfect family, sir, the perfect family. Just like people read or see on stage.
"Well, boy," Old
Neave replied. "Try one of them; I think you will like it. If you like to
be in the garden, you are likely to find girls on the lawn."
It is said that this is
the reason why girls never get married. You can marry anyone. However, they had
so much fun at home. They are so happy together, girl and Charlotte. Uh-huh!
Okay. Maybe so.
At this time, he was
already walking on the luxurious Harcourt Avenue; he reached the corner house,
his house. The door was pushed back; a new bicycle brand appeared on the
street. Then she saw a huge house, painted white, with open windows, flowing
tulle curtains, and a blue hyacinth jug on the side door. On both sides of the
carriage corridor, his famous hydrangea bloomed in the village; pink and blue
flowers gleamed among the spreading leaves. For some reason, the old Mr. Neve
felt that the house, flowers, and even the new signs on the road were saying:
"This is a young life. There are girls." The living room was always
covered with blankets, and it was pitch black—umbrellas, gloves, folded in oak.
The piano sound from the music room was fast, loud, and impatient. The sound
came from the door to the separate living room.
"Is there any ice
cream?" from Charlotte? Then there was a squeak, the squeak of her rocking
Ethel shouted. "Dear mother, you have never seen such an ice cream before.
There are only two types.There is also a small strawberry ice cream shop, wet
and wet. "
"The food is terrible,
Marion said. "Even so, it is too early to eat ice cream," Charlotte
"But why, if one
of them..."-Ethel began.
"Oh, very good,
dear," Charlotte snorted.
Suddenly the door of the
music room opened, and Lola ran out. When he saw Mr. Neve, he was startled and
Funny, Dad! Why are you
scaring me! Did you just go home? Why didn't Charles come to help you take off
your coat? "
The game reddened his
cheeks, his eyes were shining, and his hair hung on his forehead. She breathed
as if she was escaping from the darkness, afraid that Mr. Neve would stare at
his youngest daughter as if he had never seen her before, so It is Lola, right?
However, he seemed to have forgotten his father; she was not there waiting for
him. Now, she bit the end of the crumpled handkerchief with her teeth and
pulled angrily. The phone is ringing. Oh! Lola ran past him, screaming like a
whimper. There was a bang in the telephone room, and at the same time,
Charlotte called out, "Is that you, father?" "You're tired
again," Charlotte said reproachfully, and she stopped the rocking chair
and handed him her warm plum cheeks. Ethel, the blonde, kissed his beard, and
Marion's lips were pressed against his. On the ear.
"Dad, are you back?
"Charlotte asked. "Yes, I want to go home," the old Mr. Neve
said, sitting in a big chair in the living room.
"But why don't you
take a taxi? -Ethel said. "There were hundreds of taxis.
Ethel," Marion exclaimed, "If my father wants to tire himself, I
really don't think our affairs will interfere."
children?" "Persuaded Charlotte. However, Marion did not stop.
"No, mother, you pet your father, but he is not good. It would help if you
were stricter with him. He is naughty. "She laughed loudly and
brilliantly, stroking her hair in front of the mirror. How strange! When she
was young, her voice was so soft and trembling; he even stammered, and now
every word he says, even just "Jam please, Father," sounds like it is
"Did Harold leave
the office before you, dear? Charlotte asked again, shaking.
"I am not
sure," said Old Neve. "I am not sure. I did not see him after four
"He said," Charlotte
started. However, just then, Ethel writhed on this or that piece of paper, ran
to her mother, and sat down beside her chair.
cried. "That is what I mean, mother. Yellow with silver accents. Don't you
agree? "Give it to me, dear," Charlotte said. He touched the
tortoiseshell glasses, tapped the side of the glasses with his plump fingers,
and pursed his lips. "Great!"; He looked at Ethel through his
glasses, "But he should not take a train."
Ethel cried tragically. "But the main thing is the train."
let." Marion jokingly snatched the newspaper from Charlotte. "I
agree, mother," he cried triumphantly. "The train is
Old Mr. Neve,
forgetting, knelt on the chair's broad knee, listening sleepily. If he was, he
was undoubtedly tired; he was losing control. Even Charlotte and the girls were
too much for him tonight. She was, but anything that came to mind when he was
numb was too rich for him. Moreover, somewhere in the depths, he saw a withered
older man climbing up the endless stairs. Who is?
"I don't wear
clothes today," he muttered to himself.
"Dad, what did you
The old Mr. Neve woke up and stared at her. "I don't wear clothes
today," he repeated.
Lucille, Henry Davenport, and Mrs. Teddy Walker are on the way."
unusual." Honey, are
"You don't have to work
hard. What does Charles do?" "But you really don't meet the
requirements," Charlotte hesitated.
"Very good! Very good!"
Old Mr. Neve got up and went to the locker room to greet the old climber. The
young Charles was waiting for him, carefully wrapping hot water in a towel as
if everything depended on it. Can. The young Charles has been one of her
favorites ever since the blushing boy came into the house to light a fire. Old
Neve went down to the wicker living room by the window, stretched out his leg,
and made a calf himself. The joke of the evening: "Get dressed,
Charles!" Charles leaned forward, panting, frowning, and took out the tie
Oops! so so! It was a
pleasure to have the windows open, an enjoyable and mild day. They mow the grass
on the tennis court; he heard the soft squeaking noise of the lawnmower. Soon,
the girls will start their tennis match again. Moreover, he thought about it
and thought he heard Marion's voice: "Good job buddy...oh, I played a
buddy...oh, really, very good.
"Then Charlotte shouted
from the terrace: "Where is Harold?" Ethel: "He must not be
here, Mom." And Charlotte is lazy," he said.- The old gentleman Neve
sighed, got up and put his hand under his beard, and picked it up Little
Charles' comb, gently combing his white beard. Charles gave him a folded
handkerchief, a watch, a tie, and a glasses case.
"It will do it,
boy. "The door closed, he leaned back, he was alone...
The older man continued
to walk forward endlessly and led into a bright and cheerful dining room. What
kind of leg is he! They look like thin, withered spiders.
"You are a perfect
family, sir, an ideal family." However, if it is true, why do not
Charlotte or the girls stop him? Why does he walk around alone? Where is
Harald? Ah, Harold has nothing to look forward to. Old Spider, and then Old Mr.
Neve, in horror, watched him walk through the dining room, to the porch, the
dark driveway, the carriage door, and the office. Goodbye, anyone!
Mr. Neve started. It
was pitch black in his dressing room; there was a faint light from the windows.
How long has he slept? He listened, and distant sounds, distant noises came
from the spacious, airy, dark house. Perhaps, he thought vaguely; he slept for
a long time. All this has to do with him. It has to do with Charlotte, the
girl, and Harold. How much does he know about them? They are no strangers to
him. Life is over.
Charlotte is not his wife.
His wife! The dark porch, Hanzo's passionflower, bends sadly, gloomy, seemingly
understandable. A warm little bracelet is around his neck. A pale little face
approached her, and a voice whispered: "Goodbye, my
dear." "Goodbye my baby!" Who of them said? Why do you say
goodbye? A terrible mistake occurred. She is his wife, this pale girl, a dream
for the rest of her life.
Then the door opened,
and the young Charles stood under the light with his arms crossed, shouting
like a young soldier: "Dinner is on the table, sir!"
"I'm going, I
Going," the old Mr. Neve said.