It had begun innocently enough: Henry’s Mom and Dad welcomed
the guests and the parents dropping them off only stayed long enough to find
out when to return to pick them up. The kids rushed in bearing their gifts,
which were placed on a side table in the hall. Henry, who’d been waiting all
day for the festivities to begin, grinned from ear-to-ear as he proudly showed
off his new bike. It was purple, and had a banana seat and ape hanger
handlebars with streamers.
But once everyone had arrived, Henry’s Mom (she said to call
her Doreen) gathered everyone into the living room den and had them take off
their shoes and sit in a circle on the shag carpet. Henry’s Dad (he said to
call him Frank) turned down the lights and drew the curtains, so there was a
lot of chatter, because this could only promise a really exciting game. Doreen
put some music on the hi-fi, but it wasn’t party music; it was all sort of
swirly. Frank plugged in a lava lamp and took his tie off. “Is everyone ready
to learn what their futures hold?” Doreen asked, and all the boys shouted their
assent.
Doreen sat down in the circle criss-cross-apple-sauce style
and put her hands on her knees with her fingers pinched together, and asked
everyone to do the same. There was some giggling, but they did it. Doreen
started swaying a little, and then opened her eyes wide and said “Eric!” Eric
grinned as his friends on either side poked him.
“Eric!”
Doreen continued, “You enjoy sports! You’re going to play baseball and make it
to the major leagues!”
Eric
approved of this future wholeheartedly.
Next,
Doreen shifted and closed her eyes and opened them again and pointed to Peter,
who hoped she’d predict he’d become an astronaut, like he hoped.
“Peter!”
she called, “You are into math and have a feel for calculations! You’re going
to work at a big tax corporation as one of their accountants!”
Peter
looked dejected.
“And
you’re going to have a really nice car!” Doreen added. This softened the blow.
“Me
next, me next!” the boys shouted excitedly. Doreen moved again, closed her
eyes, and opened them on Buddy.
“Buddy!”
she cried. Buddy hopped up and down on his behind awaiting his fate.
“Buddy
— I have bad news for you,” Doreen said. “You will be tempted by the dark side,
and lead a life of crime.”
“What?”
Buddy exclaimed, but Doreen had moved on. The boys jostled, uneasy at this
sudden turn in events, but expecting it to work out in the end.
“Alex!”
Doreen went on. “Alex, you will be a very successful businessman!” The boys
cheered. “You will live in a huge mansion and marry a beautiful woman!” The
boys roared. “But it won’t last!”
Alex
deflated. “It’s OK, nudged Ian, sitting next to him, “it isn’t real.”
Doreen
focused her attention on Boris, who stared back silently. “Boris!” She
hesitated. “Boris! Your birth mother says she’s sorry, and regrets what she
did. She wants me to tell you to avoid the evils of alcohol!”
“Birth
mother?” Boris said. The boys sat transfixed.
Just
as Doreen was about to reveal the fortune of another boy, Frank, who’d been
smoking quietly in the corner, interrupted his wife by asking if anybody would
like to loosen up a little, to which the party-goers responded gratefully. As
they clambered up from the circle, Frank put some new music on the hi-fi and
announced it was getting awfully hot in there. Doreen agreed, and started
unbuttoning her blouse.
“It’s
the Age of Aquarius!” Frank shouted gleefully.
At
first, the boys were leaping about to the music, but as Henry’s parents began
disrobing, the merriment came to an abrupt halt. Henry himself was missing. He
must have slipped out.
“That’s
better,” Doreen announced as the last of her clothes came off, as if completely
oblivious to the mortified stillness around her.
“Come
on, everybody,” Frank urged, pulling his pants down.
The boys rushed for the door, getting jammed in their rush
to escape.
“Where’s
Henry?” Eric cried in a panic.
They
found him in the kitchen staring at his birthday cake. It was bright yellow,
with the signs of the zodiac piped around the edge in yellow icing. The center
held a sun made out of candy corn.
“What’s
wrong with your Mom and Dad?” Buddy cried.
“What
did she mean, my ‘birth mother’?” Boris kept repeating.
But Henry just sat there looking at his cake.
“I
hate candy corn,” he said. “How come she knows about everyone else but me?”
Children’s Parties Card #5 Age of Aquarius, Betty Crocker Recipe Card Library, 1971
See Also: An International Incident, Raggedy Ann Revisited, A SNAFU In The Jungle
See Also: An International Incident, Raggedy Ann Revisited, A SNAFU In The Jungle
