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Topic: SLIP OF THE TONGUE (01/26/17)
- TITLE: Colloquy
By Dennis Gallemore
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Traveling on memories' wings, she meandered through the village until arriving at a cozy cottage perched upon the edge of the Tongue Bay. The image of wisps of smoke curling up out of the chimney was so vivid in her mind that she could almost smell wood smoke. Her thoughts opening the front door, she stepped through into a tiny living room, and found her aunt and uncle sitting in wooden rocking chairs by a cheery fire in the small stone fireplace. Gesturing with a Rattray pipe, Uncle Angus appeared to have been telling another of his stories, as Aunt Davina shook with laughter.
Orphaned at the age of three when her parents were killed in a boating accident, her aunt and uncle had taken her in, and had raised her in the village of Tongue as their own daughter. Life in the hamlet had been almost, but not quite, idyllic. As a growing girl, she had never been able to talk more than five minutes before misspeaking. Being extremely thin, she remembered with a frown, hadn't helped either. It wasn't long after arriving in Tongue that she fell victim to the village wag who had quickly labelled her “Slip of the Tongue,” a moniker that she had immediately despised.
Standing next to the fire, she watched as her much younger self climbed up on Uncle Angus' lap. “Why does everyone make fun of me, Uncle Angus? I dinna want to say the wrong thing; it just comes out on its own sometimes. I wish they would stop calling me 'Slip of the Tongue,” Uncle Angus. I dinna like it.”
Blaire wiped away an unbidden tear as she watched the image of her younger self. “Lassie, as you grow up, and even after, others will say things that you may not like, but the words dinna have to hurt ye, and they should never, ever define who ye are.”
Puzzled, young Blaire glanced up at her uncle's face. “What does it mean for someone to define me?”
“It means,” Uncle Angus had said, with a twinkle in his eye, “that ye are who ye are because God made ye that way. No man nor woman can tell what's on the inside of ye. Only He knows that.”
“Does God like me?”
Grinning, Uncle Angus shook his head. “Naw, Lassie. He loves ye, and our love for ye, which is great, is but a wee bit compared to how big His love is for ye!”
Smiling, Auntie had halted her rocking. “Aye, child. Listen to your uncle; he's a knowing man. Ye were made in the image of God Almighty Himself, and He dinna makes mistakes. 'Tis true that some words of yours tumble out in the wrong order, but what of it?” Leaning closer, she had placed a hand on Blaire's cheek. “And who but Jesus Christ Himself is to say that such will always be the case? The Good Lord works wonders. When you grow up, your words may begin to flow like a Highland stream, beautiful and clear. One day, when you leave our little village for the wide world beyond, the tart words of others will be as wisps of smoke, and not a thing more.”
Years later, far from home, her aunt and uncle's words of wisdoms had remained her constant travelling companions. Standing backstage, they were with her now. Her thoughts jolted back to the present as the roar of the audience rose to a crescendo.
Taking her gently by the arm, Romeo Montague, her companion, pulled her forward. “Once more unto the breach, Juliet!”
The burgundy-red curtain drawing back, Lady Blaire Duncan, Shakespearean actress, stepped out onto the stage of London's Globe Theatre for her third curtain call, “Slip of the Tongue” no more.
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