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"D.N.A.- Nothing Would Ever Be The Same" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

Debney Realizes, When You Need a Mother Anyone's Mother Will Do

 So, I was sitting here feeling a little lonely and started searching the internet. I ran across this site, saw this picture and it reminded me of the person I always turned to when I was feeling down. Mrs. Cook, Nadine's mother. I really appreciated her love when I was feeling most vulnerable. A lot of things have changed and some have even changed for the better. What I want to share with you is the night I had to break my rule and harass Nadine to come over. She hadn't been talking to me for weeks, but this night I really needed a shoulder. Any shoulder.  I'd been crying for what seemed like an eternity until I heard the stern voice of Nadine’s mother near my ear.


“Okay, Debney. Stop it.” Mrs. Cook turned Debney over and shook her by the shoulders. “Get a grip on yourself.”
Shocked at the woman’s sudden appearance, Debney squelched the tears just as quickly as they had started. Looking questioningly over Mrs. Cook’s shoulder towards Nadine who stood hovering behind the couch arms pulled up to her chest and biting at her nails.
“I’m sorry, Debney I had to call her. I didn’t know what to do.” Nadine twisted her fingers anxiously around the ribbon at the waist of her pajama bottoms. "You’ve been crying like that for more than half an hour. I thought you were having a nervous breakdown. I didn’t know what else to do. I thought all of that crying would hurt the baby.”
Nadine covered her mouth quickly, but too late to take back the words. Mouthing an apology she lowered her head at the one eyed squint Debney aimed in her direction.
“You’re pregnant? Geeze Louise, Debney. When it rains it pours with you doesn’t it?” Mrs. Cook helped Debney to her feet and up to the couch. “Poor little thing no wonder you’re crying so much.” She pulled Debney into her arms and rubbed her on the back. “Take a deep breath.”  She pushed Debney away until a small space was between her and the crying girl. “Nadine don’t just stand there go and get this girl some tissue. She has too much leakage going on for me. Sorry Honey, but I happen to like this shirt.” Mrs. Cook wiped the wet stains from her shirt with a tissue, admonishing the sensibilities of youth while she did so. “Maybe if you kids didn’t take life as a joke and think you can just do any and everything without repercussions you wouldn’t be sitting there leaking from every orifice of your face.”
The absurdity of the conversation helped Debney to gain control of the sporadic shuddering of her body. Pushing the rest of the way out of Mrs. Cook’s arms Debney accepted the tissues from Nadine and wiped her face. Such close human contact she just wasn’t used to and the oddness made her want to cry again.
“I’m alright Mrs. Cook.”
“Sure you are.” The older woman agreed sarcastically. “You scare my child half to death and you sit in front of me looking like a ghost of your usual self. If you would have heard Nadine’s voice when she called me….” Mrs. Cook sighed dramatically. “I thought you’d committed suicide or something. Old as I am I had to run over here too nervous to drive my car. I must've looked like an idiot running down the street with my fat butt bouncing everywhere. Thank God it was only across the street or I could have died from the stress of the run. Afraid of what I would find when I got here. Do you even realize how many times I called your name just now?” She took a deep breath. “Are you sure you’re pregnant, honey? You’re really way too thin. Maybe it’s just grief you’re going through. Nadine said something about the baby moving. It could just be gas. Stress can cause havoc to the female body, sweetie."
Debney laughed a little.
“No Ma’me, I’m sure what’s going on inside of me doesn’t have anything to do with stress or gas. I only look thin because I’m tall, 5’11 and 105 pounds. Besides I can feel it moving and I have a pouch.” Debney stood and raised her shirt to expose her near emaciated looking body, poking out ribs and flat stomach.
“Girl you’re delusional.” Mrs. Cook laughed a little. “Sit back down. A pouch is what I have. Maybe you should come home with me tonight, the both of you. I can’t let you stay here by yourself.”
“I’m not by myself Mrs. Cook.” She directed another of her one eyed glares toward Nadine. “Nadine is spending the night, remember. I’ll be alright.”
“I’m not talking about just tonight. You shouldn’t be living in a house without the company of living breathing humans after so much tragedy in your life. And stop giving Nadine those looks. She did nothing wrong. She did exactly as she should have. A girl is supposed to be able to confide in her mother and if not her mother then in someone she can trust. Not to be disrespectful of the dead but I always found your mother lacking in the caring department.”
“I know Mrs. Cook you told me often enough. There is so much more than the cold heart that was wrong with my mother. She was so deranged I can’t even explain. Besides, I wouldn’t have talked to my mother if she had been here anyway. Nadine is my choice of confidant. I’m sorry I scared her but I have control of myself now and everything will be fine from now on. It’s just been a long time since I really talked to anyone and Nadine is the first person I told about the baby. I guess I’m being what they call ‘hormonal’. If I hadn’t felt it move for the first time today I probably wouldn’t have bothered her either. There’s just so many things going through my mind and I just felt over whelmed. Anyway the therapist said it’s good to let things out.”
She added that part for the benefit of Mrs. Cook in the hopes that if the woman believed she was getting help she would leave the house with a peace of mind.
“You’ve been seeing a therapist?”
“Yes, every Saturday morning since I got the news about my parents.” She looked towards Nadine and quickly away. “I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to seem crazy. My dad’s lawyer suggested it.”
“A therapist is a good thing. What about this baby mess? What are you going to do?”
“Have a baby?”
“What? Is that all you’re going to say?”
Debney laughed softly, held up her hand to stop Mrs. Cook’s ranting before she even started.
“I’ve already heard the rant from Nadine. What else do you suggest Mrs. Cook? Killing it is not an option. I’ve had enough death in my life.”
“Aw Debney I’m so sorry. I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing to you. I just want to know how you think you can take care of a child."
"I just will. I have it better than most girls in the same situation. I have money."
"It takes more than money to be a parent. You of all people should know that. I haven’t forgotten about your family. After you ran off on that crazy trip to Italy, dragging my child along with you I will never forget. Two unescorted girls and an idiot of a teenage boy on a spur of the moment trip across the world.” She shook the memory away. “You think having money makes you indestructible? You still move without thinking. Believing you’re indestructible. You’re no different than the child I’ve known all of your life. I worry about you all of the time, especially when you speed by the house in the mornings on your way to school. Why don’t you pick up Nadine and she can ride with you like you used to do? It would do you good to hang out with her again. Why are you choosing to live like a hermit? Everyone needs a friend and you will definitely need one in the months to come.”
The girls looked at each other over Nadine’s mother’s shoulder.
“Naw,” Debney looked Mrs. Cook directly in the eyes. “Then her life would really be a living hell.”
“What are you talking about?" She looked from Debney to Nadine and back again. "Are the kids at school bothering you Debney? Do you need me to go there and make heads roll? You know I will.”
“I’m fine. I can handle it. Pretty soon they’ll find someone else to torture and they’ll leave me alone.”
“Does it have anything to do with….you know, the party?”
Mrs. Cook whispered the last part and Debney tried not to laugh out loud. She really liked Mrs. Cook. Up until the beginning of summer she'd spent a lot of her days at the Cook home pretending to be a major part of the loving rambunctious family and they had accepted her with opened arms.
“Yes, Mrs. Cook. It has a lot to do with that wild party and the crazy things I did while drinking and having unprotected sex.”
This time she did laugh when Mrs. Cook’s face reflected the shock she has feeling. She and Nadine had always enjoyed causing her to look that way. They would make up some of the most outrageous tales just to get her to respond in astonishment. The woman’s eyes would grow large and seem as if they would pop out of her head. And her mouth would make a perfect ‘o’ before she would go into a rant and they would run out of the room laughing. 
“Well, I don’t like it that you’re living here alone.”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Cook.”
“Obviously you aren’t fine. Instead of living in that huge nice home you’re camped out in the back in a stupid pool house like a servant. You’re crying like a baby and you’re pregnant. You need adult supervision. If you would have had supervision….”
Debney stood.
“I am fine, see. No more crying and I even feel like laughing and eating. I just needed to release a little of pressure. I’m not really living out here,” She blatantly lied.  “I thought it would be different if Nadine and I camped out here just for tonight and….” She pulled Mrs. Crook from her position on the couch and pushed her to the door. No mean act when the woman weighed double what she did and used the fact to drag her steps. “I am an adult Mrs. Cook. Don’t forget I’m eighteen now and legally able to handle my own life. I take care of the bills and everything needed to maintain the house. Come on, we’ll walk you home.”
She clasped Mrs. Cook’s right hand and signaled for Nadine to grab the other. It was another one of their favorite and often used tactics to move the woman where they wanted her.
“Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything crazy tonight, Mrs. Cook.” She promised once they had gotten the woman out of the door and onto the deck.
“Don’t think I’m letting you two get rid of me. I know this trick.” She allowed them to walk her around the remaining chairs that had not fallen into the pool and towards the path near the bushes. “I’ll let you get away with it this time but you come to the house before the weekend is over and eat dinner with us. It’s been a while. You look like you’ve starving and now that there are two of you,” she shook her head. “Now that there are two of you need to take better care of yourself.”
“Yes, Ma’me I’ll come over for Sunday lunch I promise.”
“Don’t make a promise you don’t intend to keep cuz I’ll come and drag you outta the house. Go on back. I can find my way from here.”
Both girls laughed and turned around. Linking arms they made their way back to the guest house.


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In the spirit of Juno by Diablo Cody-

D.N.A. is the story of a teen surviving through the

questionable death of her highly dysfunctional family,

bullying from peers,and an unplanned pregnancy.

D.N.A. pulls no punches at being

an NA drama filled with

angst, heartbreak, suspense and deep


My Life on the Brink

D.N.A. is a truly poignant story that will have you shedding a tear and cheering for joy. DJ Weaver | 2 reviewers made a similar statement
This book is intended for Young Adults but it is a great read for anyone. Debra Johnson | 3 reviewers made a similar statement
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In the wake of adversity Debney is put through the wringer, something that at her age should never happen.

But in this case it did and author Ey Wade did an excellent job with the plot and the emotional aspect.

I mentioned a dysfunctional family earlier, but the nice thing about this story is you don't realize the severity until the story unfolds. From every corner of her life Debney is challenged, and to see how she handles it...well you need to pick up this novel and if you know a teenager, place one in their hands for required reading.

Ms. Wade rolls out this story beautifully with impeccable timing. I was so engrossed and totally shocked at Debney's mother...the real reason I believe this book is called D.N.A.
A highly recommended read!


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