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If You Get This Message Part 2
(c) 2002 Deanna Lea
It's only been a few days but Deanna and Dean have been
caught in a love spin that neither one had planned.
Friday, March 10th
The last few days have been filled with preparing for our
semi-annual radiothon. Making last minute preparations;
like lining up volunteers to answer phones, stuff envelops
and provide on-air work as needed. Our pledge drives last
for ten days and when it's over, we're all ready for a
little rest and relaxation. The last thing I expected
fifteen minutes before leaving for the night was a phone
call. Lately, in most cases, I'd just let my voice mail
take the message and deal with the caller the next day. But
something told me I wanted to take this call.
"Hi Dee, Its Dean, how are you?"
I was caught off guard, but very quickly regained my
composure, and greeted him with a less than enthusiastic
response.
"Hi Dean, Gosh, I'm surprised to hear from you."
He must have sensed my less than enthusiastic attitude, and
quickly asked if he had caught me at a bad time.
"No, no, not at all, It's been a very long week... and we
have the pledge drive starting this coming Monday, and
somehow, I'm way behind the eight ball."
Then Dean said in such an off the cuff way, "Wish I could
be there to help, is there anything I can do?"
"That's sweet of you, but you're in St. Louis, and we're in
Oregon, unless you want to contribute to keeping Public
Radio, public."
After a moments silence, Dean said, "how about $100.00?"
"Golly, that'd be great, but you don't have to."
He cut me off saying he really wanted to and wouldn't hear
another word from me. I immediately put his name on the top
of the list as the first official supporter of the
radiothon. And of course his name went to the top of
another list too.
Phyllis walked past my office just then and asked what the
big grin was all about, I showed her the pledge card filled
out with his name, address, phone number, email address,
and everything else I 'd need to know about him. All this
happened while I was still on the phone and yes, I have to
admit, I looked at my reflection in the glass and I was
blushing, again.
We were about to wind our conversation down when Dean said,
"Hey, I almost forgot why I called."
He went on to explain that he was due back in Oregon on the
20th of the month, and would be catching a flight out of
Eugene, to go to Tulsa, would I like to have dinner with
him?
I quickly checked my schedule and saw nothing on that date,
so without another thought I said, "Sure, I'd love to have
dinner with you."
We ended our chat shortly after that and once again, my
head was spinning, my heart was beating a thousand beats a
second and just one look on my face, everyone knew who I
had been on the phone with.
I don't remember the pledge drive, oh, it happened, but I
was on autopilot and not much else mattered, except my date
on the 20th.
The pledge drive was the most successful drive the station
had ever had. And with that completed, Phyllis stopped by
my office, stood there for a moment, then said, "Stand up."
Then she said, "Now turn around" I did as ordered. Then in
her Ramboesque fashion stated that we were going shopping.
What she was suggesting was that my frumpy frocks wouldn't
do for a first date in this century. Besides that, it
didn't take much effort for us to hit the malls, just for
the sake of being women, and shopping is what we do.
While Phyllis tore the racks apart looking for just the
right look, I found two outfits.
The first was a pretty blue floral summer dress with a
slight cut in the front to show, but not over expose my
cleavage. I also found a darling broom skirt with more
colors then the rainbow. There was a beige top that
perfectly matched the skirt. That too was added to the
collection. I thought the ensemble was almost perfect until
Phyllis arrived.
"Umm?" she looked at the dress. Then she checked out the
skirt and top. Then only as my best friend could do, smiled
and said, "What's missing?"
We both looked down at my birkies and purple socks, we
looked at each other and knew that wouldn't fly. We were
off to the shoe department.
By the time I was ready for this one date, I'd had my hair
and nails done, and squeezed in a makeover for good
measure.
On the morning of the 20th I was a tad late getting to
work, as a matter of fact, if it were not for a grant I
needed to finish and get submitted, I would have taken a
personal day. It's a good thing I didn't stay home because
at 2:15 the phone rang.
As I picked up the receiver, there was a loud buzzing sound
on the other end of the line, and then, "Deanna, Hi, It's
Dean."
"Where are you?" I asked.
There was a church like silence then he came back and said,
"I'm in Denver, and it's snowing like crazy here. As a
matter of fact we're socked in, and it doesn't look like
this will clear up until tomorrow. If the storm doesn't
lighten up soon, they're talking about shutting the airport
for 24 hours."
His statement was met with more silence, this time on my
end of the line. What could I say?
When I recovered I said, "Dean, what has this done for your
plans to come to Oregon?"
"Probably not till next week some time, Dee," He went on to
say, "I called the client in Salem and rescheduled. I'm
really sorry, you have no idea how much I was looking
forward to our having dinner."
"Me too," is all I could muster.
I took the next fifteen minutes to sit there and cry.
Phyllis came in and asked what happened, and when I
explained, she just stood there with her arms around my
shoulders, "It's okay honey, don't worry, it will all work
out." She later told me that that was the saddest she had
ever seen me.
I left for home within thirty minutes of Dean's call. I
wanted to forget the whole world for as long as possible.
When I arrived at home my constant companion was waiting
for me at the door, and she could tell by the expression on
my face there would be no date tonight. Her name is
Francesca Maria Mendoza, she's been with me for four years.
I found her at a dog shelter two days before she was to be
destroyed and there is nothing under the sun that could
separate this three-legged Chihuahua from my life. Her
nickname is Franny, and they told me at the animal shelter
that she had been born with a birth defect and her previous
owners didn't want to deal with her obvious disability.
I went into the den and lay down on the couch with the
lights out. Franny snuggled up next to me, giving me the
comfort I needed for what was sure to be heartache. As much
a letdown as the day had been, what happened next couldn't
have sent me soaring higher, if I'd been shot into the
heavens in a rocket.
The ding... ding sound of the doorbell woke me, and the
first thing I noticed was that it was getting dark. I
noticed that it was now 9pm, wow! I thought, that was a
long nap. I peered out the window to see who was bothering
me that late at night and discovered it was FedEx with a
package for me.
"Sorry to bother you so late, but this was sent, urgent,
immediate delivery, and we got it here as quickly as
possible."
"Thanks" I said, and took the package back into the living
room and turned on a light by my most comfortable chair to
find out who had sent me something and what it was.
When I opened the package I discovered there was a letter
in an envelope and a larger envelope with the contents
marked "PHOTO, DO NOT BEND." The envelope contained a
letter written by Dean, and this is what he had to say.
Dear Deanna,
Please believe me when I say that no one is more
disappointed than I am in not being able to see you.
After we finished on the phone I got to thinking
about one of the things I had planned on talking to
you about, and I thought, 'At least I can try to make
that part happen.'
I wanted to tell you about my kids, yes, my kids. The
best way to express how I feel about them is to give
you this picture. I will admit that there are
obedience problems between the kids and me, but they
are slowly improving.
The snowstorm passed through Denver much quicker then
we were told it would. Unfortunately I wasn't able to
make my connections to the coast so I decided to take
the next plane back to St. Louis. By the time you get
this message I should be home.
I hope to be back in Oregon by sometime late next
week, in the meantime, let me introduce you to
"Larry," "Moe," and "Curly." I had this picture blown
up at a photo counter at the airport before I boarded
my plane, then sent it off as quickly as I could.
I can't wait until I get to see you again.
Dean
I slowly opened the envelope and was surprised to find a
picture of three absolutely adorable Shorthaired Terriers
climbing all over their master. One was licking his beard,
another was jumping off his lap, and the third was climbing
through his massive red hair. In the caption of the picture
the question was asked, "Who's in charge here?"
My giggles turned to laughter, and I said to myself, 'I
have to have this man, and his kids.'
Franny just looked at me in her most inquisitive way, by
tilting her head, and with her good leg she was tapping my
hand. And I knew she was saying, 'Hey Mom, let me in on
your secret.'
Could it be that for the first time in my life, I've found
someone special? For all the questions buzzing through my
head, the fact remained I was caught, hook, line and sinker
by this very unusual man.
I took my favorite picture of Franny, went to my computer,
and scanned the image to the home email address that Dean
had given.
I included the following message:
Dear Dean,
I am happy to hear you made it home safely. Yes it's
true, I was very disappointed by the news that you
could not make it tonight. But when I received your
package from FedEx it changed my whole day, and yes,
that only confirms how much I look forward to seeing
you.
I would like to introduce you and your kids to Franny
in one of her more glamorous moments.
Best to you, and your kids.
Deanna
The picture showed Franny sitting on her haunches with this
adorable sombrero on her head, and her one good paw pointed
upward as if she was saying "hi" to someone.
I went to bed and fell asleep with Franny by my side, and
the picture of Dean and his kids covering my heart.
Moonbeams shone through my window displaying to the
universe, the huge smile on my face.
This is the end of Part 2.
Will Dean and Deanna really get to spend time together?
Long held secrets from the past will come to light about
Dean.
Will this help or hinder in their mutual quest for love?
These answers and more will be addressed in the third
installment of, "If You Get This Message."
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