Jerry, one-legged uncle part 2 In which I am incredibly cruel to a fat woman

Carolyn was sentenced to five years in federal prison, and Jerry was left adrift, no one to tell him what to do. Barbara, his 400lb., estranged wife, heard that Carolyn was gone, and rushed to make up with Jerry. He took her back, and they resumed business as usual. Business in their case was hustling for cigarettes and dope. I was a bored teenager that was also always hustling for smokes, so I was enlisted as their helper.

My duties included begging Lupe, our neighbor, for pills, or my mom for a hit of speed. They split any cigarettes or pot with me, and I usually pocketed a few pills. Everyone was happy. Me because I was constantly high, and them, because they didn't have to leave the sweaty confines of their room.

The constant togetherness began to wear on Jerry and Barb. Barb was so enormously fat that she was unable to leave her bed, and Jerry had to hold her bed pan and scrub her folds with a rag, chores that he did not relish. They began to argue more. During one argument, Jerry stormed out of the house and peeled out of the drive-way, taking his disability check with him. Barbara quickly realized that he was going to buy dope without her, and went completely insane. She looked at the ceiling , pulling her hair and screaming her rage. I watched, amazed at the power of her bellowing.

When she had collected herself, she insisted that I help her into her wheelchair and push her next door to my grandma's one-room shack. It was raining heavily, and our front yard was deeply rutted and divided by rail-road ties. The difficult terrain combined with the torrential downpour made it especially hard to manuveur her bulk, so it took me 20 minutes to push her 21 feet.

When we made it inside, Barb demanded that Mama Hall (that's what we called my grandma) let her borrow the car. Mama Hall responded by pulling her check book out of her purse. She began chanting dates and loan amounts. This took several minutes. At the conclusion, Mama Hall looked up and screeched, "When do you plan to start paying back this $10,000 Barbara?"

"Take me out of this house Rebel! Right now!"

When we got outside, she ordered me to wheel her to Lupe's house. The rain was still pounding, and had turned our field into a soupy mess. I pushed for 15 minutes, but the clay grabbed at the wheels, and made our progress agonizingly slow. Barb contributed by screaming at me to hurry, and push harder. After several more minutes of pushing, and still only halfway to our destination, I realized the wheelchair was stuck. I told Barbara, and she berated me, telling me that I wasn't trying hard enough.

I listened to her for a minute, before I decided "fuck this, I'm leaving". I turned on my heels, and left her alone and helpless in the neighbor's yard. On my way home, I stopped by her room and stole her cigarettes. I sat in my bedroom window and watched her flail and scream in the rain, while I smoked her entire pack.

When Jerry came home, he was followed by Barb's sister. They packed Barbara's meager belongings and headed to parts unknown. When Jerry heard what I did, hey said "Good job kiddo" and gave me a pack of smokes from his carton.