Masters of Horror (25 page)

“
I promise, Daddy.”

The surgery cost the Parkers close to four thousand dollars, so as an economy measure they put off replacing the old clunker that Mrs. Parker was driving.  This was done not with resentment, but with love and good grace.  The old car would surely limp along for another year or two until the surgical bill was paid off.

Since Lucinda’s birthday was July fifteenth, she had plenty of time to recover from her surgery before returning to school, to eighth grade, in early September.

When the bandage finally came off, Lucinda looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what she saw.

She looked normal. Actually normal.

A little pretty, even. Possibly slightly beautiful.

She gazed at herself for over an hour.

Her face was perfect…or would be, if it wasn’t for that bump on the bridge of her nose.  Now that the distraction of the Oldsmobile-size growth was gone, it was easier to notice what else needed fixing.

But it would do…for now.  At least she didn’t have to hide in the house anymore, and the teasing at school, hopefully, would let up, too.

Lucinda pulled a pad and pencil out of her desk drawer, reluctantly laid the mirror aside, and made a list of the shortcomings that required repair as soon as possible:

• 
Bump on nose—plane down bone

• 
Lips too thin—collagen injections to fill out

• 
Faint forehead lines—botox?

• 
Weak chin—chin implants

• 
Flat cheeks—cheek implants

• 
Moles on neck and left ear—remove

• 
Earlobes too big—reduction

• 
Hair too thin—hair implants

• 
Imperfect teeth—bright white implants necessary

• 
Lasix surgery—get rid of glasses

• 
Bright blue contact lenses to have blue eyes.

Watching the cosmetic surgery channel for the past year had really paid off.  She knew exactly what she’d need to have done, and by God, she was going to look like Heidi Klum if it was the last thing she ever did.

Now that she knew what had to be done to achieve facial perfection, she needed a plan to get there; and that plan required
money,
and lots of it.

Lucinda knew that her parents wouldn’t allow her to make any major changes, so she’d have to wait until she turned eighteen for those.  However, she thought she could talk them into paying for some of the minor surgery she wanted—like the mole removal and maybe the earlobe thing. Perhaps even the blue contacts that would transform her fog gray eyes. It wouldn’t cost all
that
much, and her father had been talking about getting a second job anyhow; plus her mother was working at the flower shop and now doing custom sewing on the side, too, so there should be plenty of extra cash to go around. 

In any case, she knew how to get her way now. 

All she had to do was mope around and act suicidal and they’d shell out for sure. She could even insist on helping with the finances, and turn over all her babysitting money and any other money she raised.  It would be so much less than the surgery would cost, but they wouldn’t feel that they could turn her request down after that. 

She knew them way too well.

Now the question was, outside of babysitting, what could she do?  There was dog walking, car washing, leaf raking, and snow shoveling.  She could also help around her own house more—cleaning and such—and put her parents even further in her debt.

Oh, that’s a fine plan—everyone gets something out of it—especially me!
  Lucinda thought.

That very afternoon, she launched into “Operation Operation” and biked over to every grocery store and pharmacy in town.  She posted a list of jobs she could do and the prices for each, along with tear-off flaps with her phone number on them. In no time at all, she was up to her eyeballs in work.

She still didn’t have any friends at school, but this time it was her choice not to. She had far too much to do to fit friends into her big picture.  No, she figured that once she was perfect she’d be at least eighteen and she’d find a rich man to marry her and be set for life.  After all, why play with boys when what you really wanted was a man, right?  A boy can’t take care of you and give you what you want.

The only thing that didn’t change in her life, at least for a while, was her monthly movie “date” with Charlie, her one true friend.  She’d never forget that.

Lucinda smiled, remembering Charlie’s reaction when the final bandage had been removed.

He had been perplexed and said, “You don’t look any diff’rint to me.”

“
But Charlie, don’t you remember the big ugly thing that was right here?”

“
Nope.  I don’t ‘member that.”

“
But it was there.  Don’t I look beautiful now?”

“
Sure, Lu.  You were a’ways bootiful.”

Lucinda smiled.  “You’d have noticed it if you were older.”

“
Nah, I don’t care ‘bout stuff like that.  All I know is when you have somethin’ cut off, it means there’s less of you left, and I like as much of you as can be, Lu.  Maybe you should gain some weight.”

Lucinda had laughed and hugged her little friend, feeling sorry for him that he was so terribly
naïve
about the way the world
really
worked.

Her plan went along perfectly until one chilly day in January. When she got home from babysitting that evening, her mother and father were sitting at the kitchen table.  If their expressions were any indication, things were not looking good for her.

“
Hi, you guys.  Hey, I have to tell you the cute thing that Mrs. Dillard’s kids did.  You’d have…”

“
Lucinda Ruth Parker, you will take off your jacket and you will sit yourself down and explain this, please,” her mother said.

No, not good at all.

Once Lucinda sat, her mother pushed her report card across the table.  She stared at it and the Ds and Fs stared back.  Her highest grade was a C minus, and that was for Physical Education.

“
I don’t understand, Lu,” her father said.  “It’s always been As and Bs with you—and mostly As.  What happened?”

“
Oh, I’ll tell you what happened, George.  It’s all this work she’d been doing—running here, running there.  It’s no wonder her grades have slid.  She doesn’t have time for homework—even though she’s been telling us that she’s finished it every night.”

“
Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Lucinda said.

“
Then explain, Lu,” her father said.

In answer, Lucinda stood.  “I’ll be right back.  I have to get something out of my room.”

“
We want an explanation, young lady.”

“
That’s what I’m going to get, Mom.”

Lucinda smiled.  This couldn’t have been better timed if she’d planned it for a year.  She reached under her bed and drew out a chipped gray-green metal strongbox the size of a hardcover book.  She opened it with the tiny key she wore around her neck, then took it back to the kitchen with her.

“
Here’s why,” she said, handing the box to her father.

“
What’s this?  Please tell me it’s not drugs, Lu.”

“
Just open it.”

Mr. Parker flipped open the box.  Then he handed it to Mrs. Parker.

“
Where did you get all this money, Lucinda?” Mrs. Parker demanded.

“
From working.  I know things are pinched around here financially, so I thought I’d help out. That money is for you.”

They melted immediately…just like she knew they would.

“
But honey,” her father said, counting the cash.  “There’s over five hundred dollars here. You earned all that
babysitting?
”

“
Sure, and doing other chores for people.  It’s amazing what people will pay someone else to do because they’re too lazy to do it themselves.  I just wanted to help you guys out, that’s all.  I mean, we’re a family, right?  And family members should help each other—at least, that’s how I feel about it.  So please, take the money.  I don’t want it.”

Her father sat back in his chair.  “You are one impressive girl, you know that?  How many other kids would try to help out their parents like this?”

Report card forgotten.  Mission accomplished.

Her mother just shook her head in wonder.  “I wish we could tell you to put this money away and that we don’t need it, but we really do.  With Dad’s hours cut at the plant and mine at the flower shop, we’re a month behind on the mortgage, and this will catch us up.  Are you sure about this, sweety?”

“
Absolutely, Mom.”

“
Then thank you, love.  Thank you ever so much.”  Her mother stood and gave her a warm hug, followed by her father.

Oh yeah, they owed her now, boy.

Over coffee, milk, and pie, an agreement was reached in which Lucinda would cut back on her after school jobs and pull her grades up where they belonged. A workable schedule was arrived at that everyone could live with, and that was the end of it.

That night in bed, Lucinda smiled, happy that her backbreaking after school odd jobs were now over.  She hated working that hard, but she had to accumulate as much money as possible quickly, because she knew that once that report card showed up, it would be coming to an end—which was the plan all along.

She’d continue to babysit Charlie and run errands for Mrs. Habbershaw, a kindly widow with six cats and one Chihuahua named Max—who was a nervous wreck—probably because the cats were all bigger than he was.   Mrs. H. needed cat food and litter almost every day, and hauling that junk was hard enough work, as far as Lucinda was concerned.

* * *

She put on her depressed act for exactly one week before approaching her parents about the blue contact lenses and getting the unsightly moles on her neck and ear removed.  The tinted lenses cost four hundred fifty dollars and the procedure for the moles another eleven hundred, but Mr. and Mrs. Parker didn’t bat an eye.  After all, who had a better daughter than they did?  Mrs. Parker would drive her old car for an additional year.

Over the next few years, as Lucinda learned more about manipulation, her parents learned more about state bankruptcy laws.  She managed to get a number of the more minor surgeries done—dusting, cleaning, and tweaking as Lucinda called it—pouring additional bills over the heads of her already fiscally drowning parents who just could not say, ‘no’ to their darling girl.