The
Circle Shall Not Be Unbroken
Originally
published October 11, 2004
by Brent Kellogg
Of all seven
books on the Walnut Grove Academy required reading list this past summer
it's a good bet Lily Winters didn't read Self-Defeating Behaviors: Free
Yourself from the Habits, Compulsions, Feelings, and Attitudes That Hold
You Back by Milton R. Cudney.
This was apparent Monday when - seeing the pet puppy she'd begged her
parents for which later ran away, was found in Chicago and returned
directly to the Newman Wreck Center - Winters asked, "Are you glad to see
me?"
Snickering, Devon Hamilton said he was so excited he was "jumping up and
down about it" and when asked where he'd run off to said, "Chicago."
Almost as dumb as Genoa City's ace detective Winters did not have the
slightest inclination that the troubled teen had not gone on the run
because he can't stand what her parents have done to him, but because he
might have friends in Chicago he wanted to visit.
"I was on the streets," Hamilton clarified and again, acting as if she's
pure as the driven snow, Winters asked if being a street urchin is really
as bad as it's made out to be. It wasn't like Hamilton would know since
he's spent the better part of his short life living on the streets of
Genoa City.
While the puppy explained that life on the streets is no big deal Winters
had another brain fart.
"Why are you not talking to me again?" she asked, then snipped that she's
not to blame for what her parents did and had a right to know what really
happened in Chicago.
Following his woeful tale of being caught in a house of ill repute,
Winters told Hamilton how she wished she could have been with him.
"I'd like to have been there to protect you," Winters actually said,
before adding how "lucky" the boy was to have escaped the madness and on
further inner-thought came to the conclusion that she might have brought
Hamilton luck much like "a good witch."
The only thing missing during this convoluted conversation was the old
Credence Clearwater Revival tune I Put a Spell On You playing in the
background as Hamilton sputtered, "Maybe you'll put a spell on me," to
which Lily replied, "A spell to keep you safe."
Even though he's a big boy capable of taking care of himself Hamilton
confessed for the first time that Lily is good for him. Why he hasn't said
this before boggles the mind considering how beneficial knowing Winters
and her entire warped family has been for him so far.
This, like another story in the GCN recently, conforms to the same rule:
If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. If all you have
is a narrow-minded tragedy-thick anger-ravaged abuse-drenched puppy and
its owner both of whom haven't had sex in the longest time talking about
witches and goblins and black magic, everything points to a crime against
the spirit and everything is something meant to induce peril like the
tragedy follows me everywhere Lily getting pregnant.
Lily Winters is the new Colleen Carlton. She saturates herself with only
one perspective. She chooses a path wherein she gets blasted to the core
every moment with the worst humanity has to offer. Genoa City responds in
kind with nothing but bleak and sad and torturous hellfire as her parents
look on helplessly with sad little faces. Or, to put it more gently, Lily
is the new example of what teens should not do while they're growing up.
You know the trend, do you not? If it's not Nina Webster, if it's not
Cricket Blair, if it's not Phillip Chancellor III, if it's not Colleen
Carlton it must be Lily Winters. Been there, done that? Doesn't matter.
The circle must not be unbroken.
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