Marie never had formal caregiving training. Then again, is someone formally trained to care? Wasn’t it as simple as being observant to needs and fulfilling them? If Ms. Sharron looked toward her cup, she needed a drink. If she fidgeted in her bed or seat, she needed to get up and move. It wasn’t rocket science, yet other than Mrs. Amanda Rawls, whose presence for some reason agitated Ms. Sharron, the men in this family were hopelessly incapable. Even when they tried, they were often too self-absorbed to notice the slight clues Ms. Sharron put forth.
Marie’s duties transformed as Ms. Sharron’s disease progressed. In the beginning, Ms. Sharron tried diligently to maintain certain responsibilities. Being that she always oversaw the household staff, she felt it necessary to maintain that assignment and appear competent to her husband. After all, he ran a million dollar business. With tears in her eyes, she explained – over and over, it was her duty to be sure his home ran efficiently. Marie caught-on quickly to the roles of the different employees. She helped Ms. Sharron not only monitor job performance, but payroll. Ms. Sharron didn’t write checks, but she compiled the information for Mr. Rawls’ accounting staff; Marie made sure Ms. Sharron’s figures were correct. Eventually, Mrs. Amanda Rawls took over the responsibility. In actuality, it happened before Ms. Sharron became aware. Ms. Sharron believed she and Marie were still in charge, but they weren’t. In time, she forgot about the staff and household responsibilities. After all, in her mind she wasn’t the wife of a tycoon, but of a handsome young soldier.
Mr. Nathaniel Rawls spent a lot of time with his wife. It broke Marie’s heart, to see the look in his eyes as he attempted to make conversation. For the most part, Ms. Sharron was beyond speech. However, if her eyes saw the real world, which rarely occurred, they lit-up when she saw her husband or grandson. Marie learned early that Anton looked remarkably similar to Nathaniel as a young man.
When she was more lucid, Ms. Sharron enjoyed passing the hours looking through old photo albums. Marie learned a great deal about the Rawls’ family history from those albums.
Marie also researched dementia and Alzheimer’s disease and learned recalling memories from the ancient past was somehow easier than recent memories. That inability to recall recent events aided Marie’s monotonous dialogues. It wasn’t like she needed to talk about new things every day or every hour. Ms. Sharron likes the sound; content was unimportant.
There were only so many stories a twenty-three year old could tell. At first she talked about books and movies. For someone so young, her mature interests made good stories. She enjoyed foreign films and biographies. Marie found learning about people and why they did what they did, fascinating. Sometimes instead of telling stories, Marie would read aloud. The mansion had a large library. Marie could find book after book that filled her interests and needs. With time, she also talked about her past. It wasn’t like it mattered. Ms. Sharron couldn’t remember or repeat her sordid story.
The Rawls home was like nothing she’d ever seen, at least not in real life. When she applied for the position, she had no idea of the opulent lifestyle she would enter. And still, behind the gated drive, inside the stately walls, and amongst the luxurious furnishings, they were still just people. It took her a while to realize; but once she did, it made everything less awkward.
Even the great intimidating Nathaniel Rawls was in reality a man, as they say: who puts his pants on one leg at a time. Perhaps it’s the hours they’ve spent at Ms. Sharron’s side, but Marie actually enjoyed his company. And if she wasn’t imagining things, he appeared to enjoy hers. To allow Ms. Sharron the gift of their voices, they discussed unlimited subjects. At first it was superficial, he didn’t seem open to anything else, and Marie was too hurt by her own family to open up with another one. Then with time, they’d comment on books or movies or news. Marie didn’t know the protocol for a job such as hers, and without a doubt, she worked too well with Ms. Sharron for Nathaniel to call her out on her shortcomings.
The end result was a twenty-three-year-old woman who’d argue her points and opinions with a sixty plus year old CEO. She didn’t realize this was wrong. After all, he brought up the conversations, why wouldn’t she answer honestly.
She spent so much time sequestered with Ms. Sharron she didn’t know she was the only one who spoke to Mr. Nathaniel Rawls with such candor. The realization suddenly became apparent at a family dinner. Anton was home from Columbia University, and the mission was to appear as a family united. Conversely, Marie felt tension bubbling from every pore and rippling through the air, resulting in an undercurrent which swallowed everyone’s words and happiness.
Marie knew there were issues at Rawls Corporation. Sometime during their long conversations Nathanial spoke about decisions and risk taking. Marie increasingly admired Mr. Nathaniel’s business sense.
That dinner was a wake-up call. She hadn’t noticed the undercurrent in the beginning of her employment; there was too much to take in. But, this perfect family suffered from serious dysfunction.