Liberty's Sparkle (29)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (29)"
   
   Liberty was genuinely getting used to Tom's wacky weirdness.  His constant washing of the hands, like a surgeon; next, his genital cleansing after love-making, and how he pooped on newspaper, squatting like a dog; then, more cleansing; plus, his constant burning of myrrh to have God's Will be done; moreover, there was a plethora of other bizarre acts, but she looked past them all, knowing he was super sweet, never giving her any unkind words, and spending all his tip money on gifts for her, like flowers, gemstones, and pulp fiction paperbacks, which she eagerly devoured, herself having a compulsion to read everything in print.  So, all was cool with her and Tom's lovely synergy.
   Still, that didn't stop the critics.  And of course Liberty knew Nietzsche's words:  "To hell with the critics."
   But when Tom's oldest sister Wanda came to visit their mobile home one morning, when it was hot and sticky, well, things got intense.
   Wanda was a female mirror image of Tom, lovely hair and mystical gray eyes, not curvy, but having a slender and angelic shape.  The brazen bitch strutted like a runway model into the trailer, giving Liberty's baby belly a cruel look; next, turned to Tom, him casually sipping on his Diet Sprite through a Scooby-Doo straw, and that pompous shrew said:  "You guys are so stupid.  Having a baby with less than blue collar jobs.  How are you going to manage without robbing my purse?  I'm a freaking Wolverine.  Studied hard, got into a good school, and both of you too lazy and crazy to pursue the gifts of capitalism."
   Liberty blurted:  "Not all is equal; all things are relative--and we will survive."
   Wanda retorted:  "I doubt it.  You're probably a crack whore, more mentally ill than my brother."
   Liberty fired again:  "So, you have a nice job and are sophisticated; nevertheless, obviously have contempt for things bizarre and yet so true and sublime.  We are decent people, and if I had a sister like you, I'd probably have hung myself by now."
   Wanda got an iniquitous look about her, like a macabre goblin:  "The mentally ill are unfit for society, and Darwin knows you will lose."
   Tom got into the conversation:  "Probably.  But not our souls.  Eternity will stupefy you."
   Wanda like:  "Get over it gimp.  There is no God; only people who make an attempt to get educated and live nice suburban lives."
   Liberty got pissed, quoting the autodidact Mark Twain:  "In the first place God made idiots.  This was for practice."
   Wanda turned crimson:  "Are you, grocery girl, calling ME an idiot?"
   Tom said:  "More or less--yes, I think she just did."