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"Tommy"
By Gentile
Part 10.
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She was standing exactly where she said she'd be. Not standing, but, rather sitting upon a very large storage chest. "What now?" Next to her sat a vase of blood red roses, at least a dozen. "Thank God you didn't bring flowers."
Girl was all smiles, as she stood up & waved me close. I shut 'er off. The instant silence and lack of throb a welcome relief. I was getting too old for this meat grinder. Felt liked I'd aged 10 years in the last 3 days.
"What have you got here?"
"Cully, give me a hug, you." I'd forgotten how she smelled. My heart fluttered and tears threatened.
"Oh, yeah." Though I figured with him out there in the parking lot watching she'd not want affection. I was mistaken.
"I missed you." She looked like a million bucks. The love juiced mini dress traded in for a pair of jeans that were simply astounding. Had to be painted on.
"Girl, you look incredible. My God, youngster."
"Thank you, Cully."
"No, seriously, I'm in awe."
She loved compliments. Getting it from a stranger, a new man had increased her beauty, somehow.
"Cully, that's so sweet of you. Thank you. A make-over at the mall."
I could only imagine how much that cost him.
"My goodness, youngster, what's in here?" Just gave it a slight lift and found it was not going to be an easy pick-up.
"Be careful, you'll knock my roses over." Then in a moderated tone: "He's still out there so don't look."
It was all I could do not to pick the little screwball up as high as I could. "What are you going to do with me now that you have me up here?" She'd inquired upon her arrival back at Eppley Airfield on her return from Cleveland---Christmas last when I'd held her aloft.
"That's all my stuff that Tommy bought me and your gifts as well, Cully. Plus he gave me some pots and pans from his kitchen. We're going to exchange. C'mon, help me load this trunk into that trunk." She pointed. "You think it'll fit, boy?"
It was close, but, we got 'er in.
She put her bucket in her bucket. "Okay hand me my roses and be careful, Cully."
"Is that everything?"
"Yep 'er do, got my purse. C'mon, get it fired up, take me home, don't spare the horses and don't look left as you go out."
I ran around the car, got in and didn't look left as I went thru. I cheated a bit with my peripherals, but, couldn't see a thing.
"He's a bit sad, Cully. It was hard to leave him alone like that."
"You should have had him caravan over with us. It'd be okay."
"No, now that wouldn't be right. I told him I'd call him as soon as I got home though. He's going to beat feet it back to his place so we make that phone connection."
I'd missed her more the more she talked.
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"Cully, can I trust you not to root thru this trunk while I phone Tommy?" We'd got it into the house.
"Well, when do I get my presents? They're in there?"
"As soon as I get done talking to Tommy. Yes, they're in there, but, that trunk is very well organized and I don't want it tore up. Now, can you wait, or, should I help you haul it into the bedroom while I make my call?"
As I pondered, Girl made the decision for me. "Grab an end, sweetheart. C'mon."
"No, I'll do right."
"Cully!" We each grabbed an end and transferred it.
"This is better anyway, it's nice and cozy in here. Cully, the house looks so nice."
"Well, I wanted it to be special."
"Cully, would you like to stay for the phone call, it's going to be a little sensitive? I don't mind, I really don't, honey."
I didn't want to intrude until I'd had my say, and my confession. And I didn't want to do that until after Miss came and went.
"No, I'll step out and give you some privacy. And there is no hurry. You take as much time as you need."
I got the phone out of the kitchen and strung the extension line.
"I promise I won't be long, honey. Thank you."
It hurt a little to see that closed door, I won't deny it. But, I was so thrilled to have Girl home I really didn't care.. My little girl. Mine. I'd worried for nothing. The relief was one sweet feeling, the presents awaiting me a fine bonus.
I sat down, left the television off and just thought. He'd be in this house by noon the next day. The original 7PM arrival was now a noon arrival. "How had that happened?"
I had the answer: "Slowly but surely, my friend." How in the world was this going to actually work? A black man in the same house with us. It seemed inconceivable that the time had passed and had now arrived. "You have to make this work, Cully." I whispered. I enjoyed hearing my own voice now. "I will, I promise."
It was an adventure, an exciting adventure for her. I could see that. I felt some excitement, consternation, yes, but, a lump of pleasant anticipation had taken root. A real hunch that it was going to work out pretty darn good. "Perhaps it already has. You're both still alive. If you'd a flipped those last 2 carburetor jets at that speed?" It had cost a small fortune to have that (6 Pack) work done. "Yes, Cully, yes." She'd finally relented. I put those thoughts of disaster and calamity away and replaced them with the thoughts of her in the arms of another man, of Tommy's arms and found it warmed my innards, caused me to relax instead of imagining that car literally disintegrating at a 120+mpg smash up.
"You're fortunate, man." I reminded myself. I knew that as well. I had a bit of flashback from that Sunday night brush with severe legal wrangling if not death itself. "What if you'd lived and Girl was killed?" I'd not considered that possibly until this moment. "How bout you dying and Girl living?
"Cully, don't leave me here." Why did I keep pondering her words from that wedding night? "Christ, I pray it's not a harbinger."
"Me too."
& then answered myself: "Because it's germane to what happened and what almost happened. You've got to grow the fuck up, Cully. And now, with the arrival of this man, this Tommy, now would be a great time to start that revelation, that make over, if you will."
I'd never seen her more gorgeous. I'd been mesmerized in that parking lot. Perhaps it's the influence of Tommy. I didn't want to compete though, the thought withered me. I'd tell her that whenever we finally got down to it.
"Cully? Baby? Cully!"
I'd missed her return. "Hey, youngster."
"Sorry it took so long, hon. He's fine. I'll call over one more time before we hit the old sack-a-roony." She settled onto my lap, warm and soft, her hair like a dream.
"Cully, hold me, I missed you. I thought about you so many times." The hug was the tightest we'd had in some time. It was so peaceful, I could almost hear our hearts beating.
Then a hissed whisper into my ear:
"Cully, I heard that Miss is coming tonight. Is this true?"
Girl would do it like that. Play it out hard, make it special like a third person was actually involved. & she'd see it thru if I met her at the point. She'd get into that frame of mind and it was just surreal. She wouldn't break until I broke first. She was there right-this-second: Tommy, that trunk full of wampum, those designer jeans, the make-over, all of it had caused her to set that point, bring me to it.
She'd started, so, I cautiously, though, eagerly followed in: "What kind of mood do you think she's in, Girl?"
"Probably a special one, I'd bet my bottom dollar." She'd emphasized "bottom." I knew when Miss was close. & Miss was close.
"Pink."
Oh-my-God. Miss had arrived---I was holding her.
By Gentile
Part 10.
---------
She was standing exactly where she said she'd be. Not standing, but, rather sitting upon a very large storage chest. "What now?" Next to her sat a vase of blood red roses, at least a dozen. "Thank God you didn't bring flowers."
Girl was all smiles, as she stood up & waved me close. I shut 'er off. The instant silence and lack of throb a welcome relief. I was getting too old for this meat grinder. Felt liked I'd aged 10 years in the last 3 days.
"What have you got here?"
"Cully, give me a hug, you." I'd forgotten how she smelled. My heart fluttered and tears threatened.
"Oh, yeah." Though I figured with him out there in the parking lot watching she'd not want affection. I was mistaken.
"I missed you." She looked like a million bucks. The love juiced mini dress traded in for a pair of jeans that were simply astounding. Had to be painted on.
"Girl, you look incredible. My God, youngster."
"Thank you, Cully."
"No, seriously, I'm in awe."
She loved compliments. Getting it from a stranger, a new man had increased her beauty, somehow.
"Cully, that's so sweet of you. Thank you. A make-over at the mall."
I could only imagine how much that cost him.
"My goodness, youngster, what's in here?" Just gave it a slight lift and found it was not going to be an easy pick-up.
"Be careful, you'll knock my roses over." Then in a moderated tone: "He's still out there so don't look."
It was all I could do not to pick the little screwball up as high as I could. "What are you going to do with me now that you have me up here?" She'd inquired upon her arrival back at Eppley Airfield on her return from Cleveland---Christmas last when I'd held her aloft.
"That's all my stuff that Tommy bought me and your gifts as well, Cully. Plus he gave me some pots and pans from his kitchen. We're going to exchange. C'mon, help me load this trunk into that trunk." She pointed. "You think it'll fit, boy?"
It was close, but, we got 'er in.
She put her bucket in her bucket. "Okay hand me my roses and be careful, Cully."
"Is that everything?"
"Yep 'er do, got my purse. C'mon, get it fired up, take me home, don't spare the horses and don't look left as you go out."
I ran around the car, got in and didn't look left as I went thru. I cheated a bit with my peripherals, but, couldn't see a thing.
"He's a bit sad, Cully. It was hard to leave him alone like that."
"You should have had him caravan over with us. It'd be okay."
"No, now that wouldn't be right. I told him I'd call him as soon as I got home though. He's going to beat feet it back to his place so we make that phone connection."
I'd missed her more the more she talked.
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"Cully, can I trust you not to root thru this trunk while I phone Tommy?" We'd got it into the house.
"Well, when do I get my presents? They're in there?"
"As soon as I get done talking to Tommy. Yes, they're in there, but, that trunk is very well organized and I don't want it tore up. Now, can you wait, or, should I help you haul it into the bedroom while I make my call?"
As I pondered, Girl made the decision for me. "Grab an end, sweetheart. C'mon."
"No, I'll do right."
"Cully!" We each grabbed an end and transferred it.
"This is better anyway, it's nice and cozy in here. Cully, the house looks so nice."
"Well, I wanted it to be special."
"Cully, would you like to stay for the phone call, it's going to be a little sensitive? I don't mind, I really don't, honey."
I didn't want to intrude until I'd had my say, and my confession. And I didn't want to do that until after Miss came and went.
"No, I'll step out and give you some privacy. And there is no hurry. You take as much time as you need."
I got the phone out of the kitchen and strung the extension line.
"I promise I won't be long, honey. Thank you."
It hurt a little to see that closed door, I won't deny it. But, I was so thrilled to have Girl home I really didn't care.. My little girl. Mine. I'd worried for nothing. The relief was one sweet feeling, the presents awaiting me a fine bonus.
I sat down, left the television off and just thought. He'd be in this house by noon the next day. The original 7PM arrival was now a noon arrival. "How had that happened?"
I had the answer: "Slowly but surely, my friend." How in the world was this going to actually work? A black man in the same house with us. It seemed inconceivable that the time had passed and had now arrived. "You have to make this work, Cully." I whispered. I enjoyed hearing my own voice now. "I will, I promise."
It was an adventure, an exciting adventure for her. I could see that. I felt some excitement, consternation, yes, but, a lump of pleasant anticipation had taken root. A real hunch that it was going to work out pretty darn good. "Perhaps it already has. You're both still alive. If you'd a flipped those last 2 carburetor jets at that speed?" It had cost a small fortune to have that (6 Pack) work done. "Yes, Cully, yes." She'd finally relented. I put those thoughts of disaster and calamity away and replaced them with the thoughts of her in the arms of another man, of Tommy's arms and found it warmed my innards, caused me to relax instead of imagining that car literally disintegrating at a 120+mpg smash up.
"You're fortunate, man." I reminded myself. I knew that as well. I had a bit of flashback from that Sunday night brush with severe legal wrangling if not death itself. "What if you'd lived and Girl was killed?" I'd not considered that possibly until this moment. "How bout you dying and Girl living?
"Cully, don't leave me here." Why did I keep pondering her words from that wedding night? "Christ, I pray it's not a harbinger."
"Me too."
& then answered myself: "Because it's germane to what happened and what almost happened. You've got to grow the fuck up, Cully. And now, with the arrival of this man, this Tommy, now would be a great time to start that revelation, that make over, if you will."
I'd never seen her more gorgeous. I'd been mesmerized in that parking lot. Perhaps it's the influence of Tommy. I didn't want to compete though, the thought withered me. I'd tell her that whenever we finally got down to it.
"Cully? Baby? Cully!"
I'd missed her return. "Hey, youngster."
"Sorry it took so long, hon. He's fine. I'll call over one more time before we hit the old sack-a-roony." She settled onto my lap, warm and soft, her hair like a dream.
"Cully, hold me, I missed you. I thought about you so many times." The hug was the tightest we'd had in some time. It was so peaceful, I could almost hear our hearts beating.
Then a hissed whisper into my ear:
"Cully, I heard that Miss is coming tonight. Is this true?"
Girl would do it like that. Play it out hard, make it special like a third person was actually involved. & she'd see it thru if I met her at the point. She'd get into that frame of mind and it was just surreal. She wouldn't break until I broke first. She was there right-this-second: Tommy, that trunk full of wampum, those designer jeans, the make-over, all of it had caused her to set that point, bring me to it.
She'd started, so, I cautiously, though, eagerly followed in: "What kind of mood do you think she's in, Girl?"
"Probably a special one, I'd bet my bottom dollar." She'd emphasized "bottom." I knew when Miss was close. & Miss was close.
"Pink."
Oh-my-God. Miss had arrived---I was holding her.
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