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Karma part8
Saturday morning 9:35am. The beginning of what I believe will be the most
uncomfortable day of my life. I just lay there in my bed dreading the
beginning of the day. Tonight I was supposed to go out with Mike. I don't
think mere words can explain how much the thought of going on a date with
a guy grossed me out. But I was committed. So I was going to do my best
to keep my word and behave. However, just to add to my misery, first I
was doomed to spend a few hours baby sitting Anita's son Charlie. She
supposedly needed to go out and buy a new outfit to wear for the evening.
I was committed to this also. Though our agreement, in my opinion should
be nullified because she didn't hold up her end. She left Rita alone the
night she was supposed to watch her for me, so I didn't think I needed to
hold up my end.
When I had brought up this point, I was immediately shot down by Rita.
She argued that she was the one that had sent Anita home that night. So
then I broached the subject of her holding up my part of the bargain,
since she had caused the bone of contention (I thought it was a
reasonable argument.) but again she shot me down again. She told me she
was going with Anita, so there would be no way for her to watch Charlie.
So there I was watching the clock move inexorably closer to the appointed
time of my nephews' arrival. I wondered what I was going to do to
entertain him and if he would survive the day. While I'll admit the
little guy had grown on me some, I still wasn't ready for a solo mission
with him. Like I said at the beginning, this was going to be a tough day.
As the clock approached 10am, I dragged myself out of bed. I glumly
headed for the shower, cursing my situation the entire time. Once I was
ready, I went down stairs to grab, what I hoped would be a nice peaceful
breakfast.
Rita was in the kitchen, cleaning the counter when I arrived. "Well good
morning sleepy head. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to
wake you up this morning. If you want to eat before Charlie gets here,
you better hurry. They should be here in about half a hour." she said
cheerfully.
I grimaced, but said nothing to her as I grabbed a cereal bowl. Catching
my look, Rita scowled at me. "My goodness Amanda, I certainly hope your
attitude is going to improve before he gets here. He's just a little boy
after all. The way you acting, you'd think you didn't want to watch him."
(Bingo!)
Sighing to myself, I said, "Don't worry about it mom. Everything will be
fine. I'm just a little crampy today."
She gave me an understanding nod and went to the medicine cabinet to grab
me the bottle of Midol. "Here" she said, "make sure you take some before
he gets here."
With a big sarcastic smile on my face, I said, "Thanks Ma."
She stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I'm going up stairs to get
ready."
Alone at last, I munched my corn flakes as I read the news paper. I had
my nose buried in an article about a murder investigation in the Midwest
when I heard Anita come in the front door. She came into the kitchen
alone and said, "Hey sis. Where's Ma?"
"She's upstairs," I answered. "Where's the rug rat?" I asked.
"Jacks getting him out of the car," she responded.
Jack was going shopping with the two of them? That poor bastard, maybe I
was getting the better deal here.
"Jacks going with you?" I asked trying to confirm my suspicion.
"He's going to drop us off, but he has some errands of his own to run,"
she replied.
"Oh," I said deflatedly. (It just wasn't fair.)
I was about to ask why Jack couldn't take Charlie with him when a three
foot tall tornado blew into the house.
"Auntie Manda," he screeched as flew over and gave me a big hug and a wet
kiss.
"Hi honey," I said with a smile and squeezed him back.
Rita came into the room and just that quickly he bolted off of me and was
running up to her. She picked him up, gave him a big hug and began
tickling him. Charlie squealed with delight. (I gotta admit he is a cute
kid.)
I looked up at Anita and asked, "Any idea how long you'll be?"
"I'd say a couple hours, give or take (a month)," she answered. "I had
him bring some toys. So if you set up his garage in the living room,
he'll probably play and watch the tube the whole time we're gone."
"Okay. Sounds good," I replied.
After Anita and Jack went out to the car, Rita pulled me aside and said,
"I hope you're not planning on leaving him in front of the television all
afternoon. He's a little boy that needs to be paid attention to. Make
sure you play with him and make sure he eats. There are plenty of snacks
in the kitchen. Give him fruit not junk. If he's thirsty give him some
juice. He likes the apple better than the grape. His little cup is in
the cabinet above the sink. Remember to play with him and..."
Anita honked the horn at Rita. (Saved at last!) Rita gave an annoyed look
out the door. She grabbed Charlie, gave him a kiss and told him to be
good for me. Then finally she went out the door. (Jeesh you'd think I'd
never watched a kid before.)
With them finally gone I turned to Charlie and said, "So Kiddo what ya
want to do?"
"I wanna play cars. You wanna play wit me?" he asked.
"Sure," I told him, "let's get you garage set up."
I took him by the hand and we went in to the living room. We played cars
for about an hour before he started to loose interest. It was a lot of
fun. It brought back a lot of memories from when I was young. When he was
done with that we sat and watched cartoons for a bit. Then he asked me to
read to him. I looked around to find something age appropriate coming up
with a copy of Green Eggs and Ham.
I sat down and started to read it to him. Before long though he fell
asleep on me. I mean literally on me. He looked so peaceful; I just
couldn't bring myself to move him. So I sat there and finished reading
the book to myself. (Let me tell you it was riveting!) But alas, I
finished all too quickly. It was then that I realized that the remote
control was beyond my reach. (ARRGGG!!!) What was I to do? I didn't
realty want to chance waking him op, but another round of ham and eggs
didn't exactly light my fire either. What to do? What to do? Just as I
was about to take the plunge and chance waking him, he squirmed around
and settled off of me. (SAVED!!!)
I carefully worked the rest of the way out from under him and quietly
went into the kitchen. Once there I poured myself something to drink and
sat back down to finish reading the paper. I was just getting back into
it when the phone rang. I looked at it indecisively for a moment before
getting up to answer it.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi. Amanda? This is Mike. The guy you're supposed to be going out with
tonight," he stammered nervously.
His nervousness made me smile. (No I won't say it was cute...Oh shit I
just did didn't I? Back to them issues I guess.)
"I know who you are, silly," I said back to him. (Silly??!! I didn't
really say that to him, did I...Yeah I did. Shit! Friggen estrogen
again.) "How are you?" I asked.
"I'm alright, I guess," he replied. "The reason I called is, I was
talking to Jack a few minutes ago, and he told me the plan was for you
and I to meet him and Anita at the restaurant. So I was wondering what
time I should come by to pick you up."
(Meet them at...Aw no! I gotta ride in a car alone with him??? ANITA!!!
I'm gonna kill you for this!) I swallowed hard.
"Um...I don't know. What time are we supposed to be there?" I stammered.
"He said around 8pm," Mike replied.
"Well then how about 7:00?" I said.
"Sounds good to me," he replied.
"Okay, I'll see you then," I said getting ready to hang up.
"Alright, I'll talk to you later. Bye," Mike concluded.
"Bye," I replied and hung up. 'Just wait until Anita gets here,' I
thought to myself.
I sat there thinking of all the ways I could painfully kill Anita.
Charlie came into the room.
"Hey little man, you have a good nap?" I inquired.
"Yep," he said sleepily.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yep," he replied.
He gave me an irritated look as I rubbed the top of his head and got to
make him a sandwich. One PB&J later he was contentedly munching away when
the wandering trio returned from their expedition.
As soon as Anita walked through the door, I grabbed her and pulled her up
the stairs into my room.
"What are you two trying to pull?" I asked her.
"What are you talking about?" she responded.
"I'm talking about having Jack tell Mike to pick me up so we can meet you
guys at the restaurant," I replied angrily.
She gave me a look of utter confusion. "I didn't tell Jack to say tell
him that...JACK!!!" she hollered.
A few moments later Jack came into the room. "What's up?" he inquired.
"Did you tell Mike to pick Mandy up here tonight?" Anita asked him.
The guilty look on his face gave him away before he said a word.
"I...Well ya see...I...Uh...Yeah I did," he stammered.
At that moment I could have killed him.
"Why would you do that?" I asked angrily.
"Well...I...I just thought you two would like some time to get to know
each other a little before you got there," he replied nervously. "Not a
good idea?" he asked sheepishly.
"AH, No!" I said trying not to totally freak out on him.
"Honey," Anita interjected. "I know you were just trying to help, but
Mandy's nervous enough about meeting him with us around, never mind
alone."
"But I...I...Aw shit, I'm sorry Amanda," he said sheepishly.
"Too late to worry about it now. We'll just have to make the best out of
the situation," Anita said.
(Don't worry? Make the best??? Easy for her to say.) "So now what?" I
asked flabbergasted that they could be so calm about this.
"We go ahead with things the way they are. Mike will come here and we'll
meet you at Antonio's," Anita replied.
"Did she not understand the situation here?" I wondered to myself and
then quietly pleaded, "Anita!"
"What?" she snapped "Look if you don't want him to pick you up here, call
him and tell him. This is your issue not ours. As a matter of fact I'm
not really sure why you're so upset to begin with. I mean if you didn't
want to go out with him, why did you agree to?"
(Why did I agree???? How about you and Ma did everything but put a gun to
my head.) There was no way I was going to win here, so I might a well get
ready.
"Okay fine," I said glumly. "I guess we'll meet you there. Just...you're
sure he's not like a rapist or anything, right."
Jack laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm sure."
They went down stairs to get Charlie ready to go home. I sat on my bed
dreading the coming evening. True babysitting wasn't quite as bad as I
thought it was going to be, but that didn't mean I was very hopeful the
evening would turn better than I had imagined. Rita knocked on my door
and came into the room.
"How was the shopping trip?" I asked her.
"It was fun. You should see the cute outfit Anita got for tonight," she
replied.
"How was baby sitting?" she inquired.
"It was fine. We played cars and I read to him and then he fell asleep on
me," I told her.
"Good I'm glad things went well. So what are you going to wear tonight?"
she asked.
I looked around my room and said, "Ya know, I really haven't given it
much thought."
"Well let's see what you've got," Rita stated as she got up and walked
over to my closet.
We spent most of the rest of the afternoon looking through my cloths,
comparing outfits and such. We were having so much fun, before I knew it;
it was 5:30pm and really time to get ready. (According to Rita anyhow.)
For the second time of the day, I was off to the shower. As I washed
myself, I thought about everything that had happened to me since my
"resurrection". It had certainly been a strange few months. The obvious
physical changes aside, I'd really been through a lot. And now here I was
getting ready to go out with a guy. On the surface, it gave me the heebie
jeebies. But I had to admit that there was a part of me that was curious.
I wasn't excited to admit it to myself, but there it was. I finished
cleaning up and stepped out and watched myself as I dried off. I turned
this way and that, checking myself out from all angles. I had to admit, I
looked good. (The part of me that was still Jake really enjoyed the
show.) This led me to my biggest problem with going out with Mike. I just
wasn't positive that I could trust myself to completely behave. It
bothered me that from time to time, I'd catch myself feeling attracted to
men. I'd been doing my best to ignore these urges, but it made me wonder.
My introspection continued as I started getting dressed. I, with Rita's
help, had decided to wear an above the knee red dress with matching red
shoes and hand bag. (Okay Rita picked it out.) I was just finishing
putting on my makeup when I heard the door bell ring. I looked over at my
clock and saw it was 7pm already. (I can't believe how long it takes me
to get ready now a days.) I heard the front door open and the sound of
Rita talking to someone. I was trying to get finished when Rita came into
the room and announced that Mike had arrived. I told her I was aware of
that but I still wasn't quite ready.
She gave me a knowing smile and said, "I'll tell him you'll be down in a
minute."
I thanked her and scrambled to find my brush. As I was combing my hair, I
wondered why I was hurrying so much if I didn't really want to go. The
only possible answer made me smile nervously. I fluffed my hair and
rolled my eyes at myself. 'Dork,' I thought to myself and laughed at my
nervousness.
When I finished my hair and couldn't think of any other reason to avoid
going down stairs, I made myself leave the room. I was so shaky going
down the steps I almost tripped and broke my neck. (Just what I need
another trip to a hospital!) I stopped, took a couple deep breaths and
tried to collect myself. When I was reasonably sure I was all set I
continued toward the living room. And there he was sitting patiently
talking with Rita while I stumbled around like a fool.
He looked over as I walked in and stood up and said, "Wow! You look
terrific! I guess Jack wasn't kidding when he said you were beautiful."
I blushed and said, "Why thank you. You look very nice yourself." And
I'll have to say that was not an exaggeration. He was very handsome about
6' 1", trim, brown hair and hazel eyes. As a matter of fact he was so
good looking it made me wonder why he needed to be set up to get a date.
He kept me from following that line of thought any further when he said,
"So are you ready?"
"Let me get my coat and I will be," I replied.
We walked over to his car and he held the door for while I got in. On the
way to Antonio's we chit chatted about nothing much. I learned he was
from Wisconsin and that he'd only been living here for about six months.
He was a big Packers fan (Well anyone that was a football fan couldn't be
all bad, even if it was the Packers.) and he liked to ski.
"So what brought you to Boston?" I asked.
"I did I T work in Wisconsin but it didn't pay well. So I looked around
and wound up getting offered a job out here doing the same thing but for
twice the money," he said. "Of course everything here costs twice as much
too. So I guess that I'm not really all that much better off."
"Well at least you're not in Wisconsin," I joked.
We arrived at Antonio's about five minutes of eight. Anita and Jack were
waiting inside at the bar. They told us that the table would ready soon.
So we sat down and ordered a couple of drinks. A few minutes later a
woman came to where we were seated and told us our table was ready. We
followed her, drinks in hand, and took our seats. As we studied the menu,
I finished my first drink and flagged down the waitress to order another.
Anita gave me a surprised look but said nothing. To tell the truth I was
surprised I finished it as fast as I did myself. Anyway she delivered my
drink and at that time we ordered our meals.
The food was absolutely delicious. I had vegetable lasagna with garlic
bread and a salad. We also had a bottle of wine to drink. (I finished
most of it.) By the time we were done eating, I was feeling pretty
buzzed. I must have been acting it too, because Anita got up and insisted
that I go to the ladies room with her. I didn't need to go but like I
said, she insisted. Once we were through the door she stared in on me.
"What is wrong with you? Are you purposely trying to make a fool out of
yourself?" she asked angrily.
"What do you mean, what wrong with me?" I slurred. "There's nothing wrong
with me. I'm just having some fun...and a couple of drinks."
"Well you're the only one having 'fun'. And you've had more than a couple
drinks. As a mater of fact I'd say that you're about half in the bag!"
she growled.
"I am not!" I insisted as I turned to lean on a sink and then proved
myself to be a liar by missing it and landing on my ass. I sat there
stupidly laughing at myself. Anita came over and helped me up.
She gave me a withering glare and said sternly, "Grow up Amanda! You're
embarrassing the shit out of me and making a fool of yourself."
With that she turned and stormed out of the room, leaving me there alone.
"Fool my ass!" I drunkenly shouted at her as the door slammed shut. I
struggled up to my feet and looked in the mirror. I was definitely drunk
and I need to pee. I staggered to the nearest stall and took a seat. When
I was finished I got up and stumbled into the stall door, banging my head
in the process. After fumbling with the lock for several minutes I
finally escaped. I took one more look in the mirror and giggled at myself
then I headed out the door myself.
I stared at the floor as I walked, concentrating hard, trying not to
stagger too much. When I finally got back to our table, I plopped back
down into my seat. The waitress was there and I ordered another drink.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" Anita asked me.
"No. I think I need to have so more," I answered defiantly.
She gave me a stern look and I returned it by sticking my tongue out at
her and giggling loudly. "You're making a scene!" she complained.
"Get a hold of yourself!"
"Go fuck yourself!" I replied. "I'm your older sister, so don't tell me
what to do. Besides I told you I didn't want to do this. But no! You and
Mom force me to go out with this guy I don't even know. When I tried to
get out of it the two of you made me feel like such an ass, that I gave
in and tried to make the best of it," I drunkenly rambled.
Anita looked mortified. "You are such an asshole sometimes," she said to
me. To Mike she said, "I'm so sorry. I don't know why she's acting like
this."
Mike just sat there looking very uncomfortable.
The waitress arrived at our table moments later saying that she had been
told that she couldn't serve me any more alcohol.
"Why the fuck not?" I shouted indignantly.
Before she could answer, Anita jumped up and pulled me out of my chair.
For obvious reasons my coordination wasn't what it normally was, so I
lost my balance and landed on my knees. Mike came over and tried to help
me up.
"Get your hands off of me!" I told him.
He backed off as I struggled to my feet. Once I was erect Anita again
tried to pull me along as she headed towards the rest rooms again. I
pulled my arm away and said, "Leave me alone. Stop pulling on my arm."
"Come with me!" she demanded.
"Kiss my ass!" I told her. "I'm outta here," I said as I grabbed my purse
and coat.
I unsteadily moved towards the entrance and, just because I hadn't made a
big enough fool out of myself by that point, I stumbled into a waiter and
knocked him and his tray full of food over. The tray spilled all over me
and half dozen others in the immediate area. A nearby employee helped me
to my feet. I look down at my ruined dress and wanted to cry. Anita came
up from behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I pulled away from her
without a word and stormed out the door. Once outside I took off down the
street before the rest of them could follow.
As I walked, I became acutely aware of being alone. I passed a group of
young men and received several suggestive comments. I quickened my pace.
This was the first time I had been alone outside the house at night and
it made me realize how vulnerable I was at that moment. Ahead of me I
could see the Copley Plaza Hotel. I went into the lobby looking around
for a pay phone so I could call a cab. As I walked over towards the desk
to ask where the phones were, I received several disapproving looks from
other people in the lobby. I got to the desk and managed to get the
attention of one of the girls working there.
"Can ya tell me where da phones are?" I slurred.
She looked at me like she had just found me under a rock and said as she
pointed, "They're right over there, by the entrance to the dinning room."
I thanked her and tried to walk in a straight line towards where she had
pointed.
I walked by a large mirror heading for the phones and saw what a mess I
was. I had the remains of the food tray all over me. 'No wonder everyone
is staring at me,' I thought to myself as I detoured to the ladies room.
Once inside I tried to clean myself up a bit, but it was kinda hopeless.
My dress was stained beyond repair and my make up was a mess. I was
beyond pitiful. I let out a loud sigh and went back out to the lobby and
called a cab.
Once it arrived I climbed in and told the driver to take me home. When I
arrived, Anita was there waiting for me. I got out, paid the driver and
stole myself for the encounter to come. I walked up to the door and Anita
came bursting out.
"Where the hell have you been?" she demanded.
I tried to push past her but she stopped me. "I asked you a question,"
she said like she was my mother or something.
"I heard you. And I don't want to talk to you right now," was my reply.
"I don't care what you want or don't want; we're going to discuss your
behavior tonight!"
"What are you my mother?" I asked her hotly.
"No she isn't your mother, but I am," Rita interjected as she came in
from the other room.
"Oh. So you went and told ma on me huh?" I asked Anita, my voice dripping
with venom. "What's the matter couldn't wait til morning to call her?
Just had to run right over her and wake her up so you could tell what a
bad girl I've been?"
"Ya know you're a friggen asshole," Anita said. "I came here because you
stormed out of the restaurant and when we followed you were gone. I was
fuckin worried about you. So I came here to see if you had made it home
alright. When I got here you weren't here so ma asked me where you were
and I had to tell her I didn't know. So we've been sitting her worried as
hell about you."
"Well I'm fine as you can tell so you can go home now and leave me
alone!" I shouted.
Rita came over and slapped me. "What's gotten into you? Your sister was
nice enough to set you up with a nice man and to take you out with her
and Jack and you behave like some sort of drunken fool," she scolded.
I put my hand to my cheek and complained, "Ma! What the hell did you hit
me for? Christ, I told you both I didn't want to go out on any dates. But
do either of you listen? No! You two ignore me and act like I have no
clue what I'm saying and set the date up anyhow. And then you wonder why
it didn't work out the way you wanted. I drank tonight because I was so
nervous I couldn't think straight. I made a fool out of myself, trying to
please the two of you. And you come off like I'm the asshole. Well fine I
am an asshole! Happy?"
With that I stormed up the stairs and went into my room slamming the
door. I through myself down on the bed and just started to cry. It was
like all the stress I'd been through over the last couple weeks was
coming out all at once. After a while Rita knocked on the door.
"What?!" I half screamed half cried.
"Amanda? Are you alright, honey?" she asked as she came in.
"Do I look alright to you?" I blubbered.
"Honey, I'm sorry if I pressured you into going out with Mike. Anita's
sorry too. We just thought that you would have a good time despite your
initial resistance to going. But I guess we were wrong," she said as she
sat down next to me and pulled me close.
I hugged her fiercely as tears continued to fall. "I'm sorry to," I told
her when I had gained some sort of control over my emotions. "I'm sorry I
embarrassed Anita and Jack. I'm sorry I got drunk and made a fool of
myself. I guess I'll have to call them in the morning and apologize for
my behavior."
"That would be nice of you," Rita replied.
I hugged her again and said, "I think I'm gonna clean up and go to bed.
It's certainly been a long day."
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