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Chapter 7
Ch Ch Ch Ch Changes
The alarm sounded and I found myself leaping out of bed well rested.
Before I knew it I was done with the shower and stood drying off in front
of the bathroom mirror. I twisted my earrings several times wondering just
how long I'd have to do that before I could simply ignore them as most
girls do. It being one of the last few weeks of school, the dress code had
been relaxed. I reached for a pair of jeans and a blue, vertical striped
sport shirt. I stood fixing my hair in the full length mirror for a moment
before grabbing my backpack and heading downstairs. I ran into the
kitchen, grabbed a bowl, filled it quickly, splashed the milk and
practically swallowed without chewing.
"Where's the fire John?" my mother asked.
"Nowhere Mom, I just thought I'd get an early start is all. Mom, I need to
make my lunch. Where's the turkey?" I asked.
"I'm sorry John, but your father beat you to it."
"It figures," was all I could think of to say.
"Oh well, there's peanut butter," Mom suggested. I sighed at the thought
and removed the jar from the cabinet and made my lunch. At least Mom
bought "real" peanut butter and not the crap they made school lunches out
of. Sandwich made, I grabbed a container of juice out of the refrigerator
and kissed my mother goodbye.
It was closing in on 7:30 as I made my way out the door. I started walking
and thought, "Damn." Darla's house was indeed three blocks away, but I'd
have to walk past Sam's house taking that route. I quickly considered the
alternative and decided that the additional two blocks walk would make me
late. I practically ran down the street. That's not easy to do when you've
got a backpack full of books hanging on your shoulders. No one from the
Peters' residence spied me, at least I hoped they hadn't. I arrived at
Darla's just in time and she came out to greet me.
"I like a boy who's prompt," was all she said as we began walking. After
awhile she commented, "I noticed you walking alone to school yesterday and
then again on the way home. Is something wrong between you and Sam?" she
asked.
"Not that I'm aware of," I lied.
"Well, if you ever want to talk about it..." she said as her voice drifted
off.
"Thanks," I replied without thinking, knowing that this would confirm her
suspicions that something was indeed wrong between me and my best friend.
She started in on the history test again and asked me if I really thought
I'd done well. I began to wonder if she was worried that someone had
gotten a better score than she had on the test. Knowing I'd killed on that
exam and not wanting to upset her, I simply told her that I did all right.
She then asked me if I was going to the informal end of the year dance on
Friday. I hadn't even considered it. "Are we allowed?" I asked.
"Yes, silly the graduating seventh graders are always invited to the end
of the year dance." I honestly didn't know anything about it and told her
so. "Well, I'm going with Sarah and Sally, if you'd like to join us,
you're more than welcome." I wasn't so sure Sarah would agree that I'd be
welcome and told her so. "Oh, Sarah was just upset cause you never talk to
the girls," she replied. What about Sam, she's a girl, I thought to myself
as we continued on. Once again we arrived at school just as the bell was
ringing announcing that we could make our way inside. "See you later," she
said as she made her way into the building.
I made a point of not looking for Sam and made my way to my locker. Mrs.
Pembroke seemed less interested in her job than usual and after briefly
surveying the class, signed the attendance card and told her pet, Michael
Pommerance to take it down to the office. I was glad that I wouldn't have
to sit there wasting five minutes waiting for her to ask me if I was
there. I sat staring out the window hoping that a freight train would
appear on the tracks off to the horizon so I could sit there and count the
cars as they passed. Sadly, there weren't any trains that morning. At
length the bell rang letting us know that the day had officially begun. I
made my way down the hall to Mrs. Stratford's class. "Good morning John,"
she smiled at me as I entered. What was that all about I wondered as I
made my way to my seat. She had never greeted me in such a fashion before.
Perhaps her husband had suggested a bit of kindness towards me after my
apparent outburst in gym class.
Mrs. Stratford came into the room as the last student entered and surveyed
the class taking a silent attendance. "Good, you're all here," she replied.
"Some of you performed very poorly on Monday's test," she informed us.
"Those that failed will be given one last chance next Monday should they
care to avail themselves of it, but I won't be offering the test during
normal class hours. The interested parties are welcome to stay after
school and retake the exam." I broke out in a cold sweat as she made her
speech. Had I failed the test that I thought I'd aced? I didn't think so,
but glancing over at Darla, I could tell she was worried too. I guess I'd
have to wait till Friday to find out. The rest of the hour passed quickly
as Mrs. Stratford gave us a brief preview of next fall's history lessons.
Soon after, the bell rang and we made our way to second period; Mr.
Ferris' shop class.
Almost in an effort to prove that he'd heard every joke possible about his
name, he had a huge wooden Ferris Wheel perched on the window sill. It was
beautifully painted and I'd heard rumor to the effect that it actually
worked. I'd never seen it spin though. "OK kids, listen up," he said. Mr.
Ferris unlike the other teachers never took attendance at all. At least,
not as far as I could tell. "Most of you have finished with your final
projects. A few of you still have some work to do. Those whose final
project has been handed in may use the rest of the period as a study
hall." Having finished my jewelry box a week earlier, I began studying for
Friday's science exam. I smiled to myself wondering if Mom was going to
like the gift that I'd made for her.
Mr. Ferris wasn't a real stickler for the rules and didn't mind if we
worked together or just got together and talked as long as we didn't
disrupt the class. For awhile I sat there staring at the Ferris Wheel
wondering what it would be like to get stuck on the top of it at night
with Sam by my side. "John!" Mr. Ferris called to me. "Come into my office
for a moment." I made my way into his long and narrow office and took a
seat. "John, I have to tell you," he said. "I've been doing this for over
20 years now and I don't believe I've ever seen a nicer piece of work than
your jewelry box. Have you given any thought to pursuing cabinet making as
a career?" I honestly had no idea that such jobs still existed. More
importantly I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
"Thanks for the kind words Mr. Ferris. At this point I have no idea what I
want to be when I grow up." He laughed at that and told me he hoped that I
would sign up for his advanced wood working class in the fall. I thanked
him and made my way back to my table.
The bell rang and I was off to Math, class, then English and finally
lunch. I hadn't given any thought about what I was going to do about the
lunch time seating arrangements. I needn't have worried because Duncan and
the other three were already sitting at my former table when I passed by.
My eyes began watering as I made my way to Darla's table. I hoped they
would welcome me as they had yesterday. Since they had just sat down
themselves, I didn't ask permission to join them but just sat in the same
seat as yesterday.
"I'm glad you decided to join us," Darla said knowing full well that I'd
had no choice in the matter. Sarah gave me a brief glance. A look that
suggested she'd love to perform an emergency heartectomy on me. "John,
I've been meaning to ask you," Darla said. "Did it hurt?" My eyes began
welling up and for a moment I wondered whether she was talking about Sam
having broken my heart. I looked at her quizzically. "You know, when you
got your ears pierced?" I heaved a sigh of relief and noticed that none of
my luncheon companions had pierced ears.
"It didn't really hurt," I explained. "It just stung for a moment and was
all over before I knew what had happened," I said
Then she asked a more difficult question. One that I had no answer for and
not wanting to appear a total bubblebrain I thought as quickly as I could
for the answer to her inquiry, "Why did you get it done, John?"
Having drawn a complete blank regarding an answer to this question I
simply replied, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Well, I have to admit," she continued, "they sure look sexy on you." I
blushed at her statement and Sarah and Sally both burst into a fit of
giggles. I removed my sandwich from the bag, opened my juice container and
began eating.
"You must really like peanut butter," Sally said at last. This was the
first time she'd addressed me directly and to show my gratitude I
explained the lack of lunch meat at the old homestead. "I was beginning to
think you were a vegetarian," she went on. At that we all began laughing
though it wasn't really funny. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur.
The only thing I remember was Mr. Benson reminding us that the test was on
Friday and we'd better all be prepared. The bell rang and I began to make
my way towards my locker. Before I could reach my target, Darla reminded
me about our plans for the evening.
"I'll be there at 7:00," I assured her and made my way out the door.
I didn't even look for Sam that afternoon but began walking as soon as I
exited the building. Apparently I had missed a few yesterday as this time
I counted 144 cracks along the way. The happiness I'd felt yesterday after
Darla's call had deserted me and I found myself missing Sam more than I
thought possible. Mom was in the living room when I arrived and she
greeted me with, "Why the long face sweetheart?" I was tired of holding the
pain in and before I knew it I was sobbing. Mom hugged me tightly and
stroked my hair as she assured me that all was going to be just fine. When
she thought I had calmed down sufficiently she asked, "This is about Sam,
isn't it?" I couldn't deny it any longer. I felt emotionally drained. I
dared not tell Mom the whole story, but I let her know that Sam and I were
indeed at odds with one another. In our entire lives we had never fought
before. Well, maybe for an hour or so, but nothing like this. In fact, the
last fight I remember us having involved her ripping the head off of my GI
Joe. And that had been many years ago.
"Maybe you should give her a call?" Mom suggested. I almost took her
advice but then decided that if anyone should be calling anyone, it should
be Sam calling me. In an attempt to change the subject, I asked Mom what
was for dinner. "You said you weren't going to be here," she reminded me.
"I'm not serving dinner in shifts. There's a frozen dinner waiting for
you. You can nuke it at your convenience." In a way I felt short-changed
but then I realized that her solution was a reasonable one. Still, I
couldn't help but think that I was being punished for going over to
Darla's house. Mom would think I was nuts if I even suggested the idea. I
knew she thought of Sam as a daughter and she herself was upset that we
were fighting. I wanted to explain the situation totally, knowing that
she'd take my side if she had all the facts. The price was more than I was
willing to pay.
I went out into the backyard and began playing with Shandy. "How are you
girl?" I asked her. She gave her standard "woof" in reply and for some
reason that simple "woof" made me laugh. I played catch with her for a
bit, tossing her tennis ball with her catching it and bringing it back to
me so I could throw it again. We both grew tired of the game after a while
and I said my goodbyes to her and made my way back inside. I looked up at
the clock and noticed that it was only 3:45. Mom was still sitting on the
couch watching television. A very unusual thing for her to be doing in the
afternoon and I wondered briefly if she was all right.
"I'm going out for a bit," I announced rather than asked.
"OK John, don't be late though. Remember you have a study date this
evening." Without replying I headed out the door and towards the
boardwalk.
I walked aimlessly for a while. This being the middle of the week in the
spring most of the shops weren't open. I briefly remembered my thoughts
about replacing teddy and I was grateful the stand was closed as I knew
I'd be there playing number 2 again. I walked over to the gate separating
the boardwalk from the beach and removed my shoes. I made my way down the
ramp and walked slowly to the ocean. I sat just beyond the reach of the
waves and stared out to sea. Everything about it was perfect. The only
thing missing was Sam. What to do about Sam, I wondered? Did she miss me
as much as I missed her? If she did she certainly wasn't letting it show.
I just wanted this nightmare to be over. I started thinking that if we
hadn't become romantically involved that none of this would have ever
happened. I missed my friend. I wished I'd brought my guitar with me. I
could have serenaded the gulls.
I had a six string solid top guitar. It was nameless and made in Korea,
but the action on the neck was perfect and the sound wasn't half bad. It
had been a Christmas present a few years earlier. Of course, the deal had
been, we'll get you the guitar, but you have to promise to take lessons. I
laughed remembering that. The lessons had lasted three months before Mr.
Zayle declared to my mother that I was hopeless and would never be a
guitarist. I hated taking lessons, but, I loved my guitar. I bought myself
a few chord books and by the following Christmas I could play just about
anything. I knew every important bar chord out there and a few of the
exotic ones as well. Mom and Dad were happy that the instrument hadn't
simply wound up in the back of a closet somewhere. I practiced often and
was still working on my finger picking technique.
Sitting there on the beach, I found myself lost in thoughts of Sam. Too
many thoughts of her. I realized that it been a mistake coming here this
afternoon. Instead of feeling comfort and peace, I only felt as though I'd
lost a part of my soul. I made my way back to the boardwalk. I sat on a
bench using my hands to whisk away the sand that clung to my feet before
putting my sneakers back on. As I sat there concentrating on my task, a
voice spoke to me. "You're ruining everything," it said. I looked up and
there was Sarah Miles looking at me.
"What are you talking about Sarah?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she replied. Not sure what to say I found myself blurting,
"Why do you hate me Sarah?"
"Why don't you go make up with your boyfriend and leave us alone," she
replied. That told me nothing. I stood up and she and I looked each other
in the eyes.
"I'm really sorry Sarah," I said. "I only wish I knew what I was
apologizing for." With that she turned around and walked away. Girls, I
thought as I made my own way home.
It was still only 5:00 as I arrived back home. Walking in the door, I knew
I'd better think fast or Mom would surely find me something to do. As I
tried to think of something Mom said, "Why don't you come help me in the
kitchen?" Too late now, but I realized I'd have to start planning ahead in
the future.
"But Mom," I whined. "I'm not even eating dinner this evening."
"But, you are eating, right?" There was no denying her logic. She handed
me a five pound bag of potatoes and told me to get started. Having done
this task before, I took the bag and placed it on the counter next to the
sink. I filled the wash basin with lukewarm water and dumped the contents
into it. Grabbing the vegetable scrubber I began removing the dirt from
the potatoes. I continued on in this fashion until the entire five pound
bag had been cleaned, peeled, and quartered. It could only mean one thing.
Mom was making potato salad. "Well, at least you'll have something tasty
to bring for lunch tomorrow." I found myself thinking of Darla as the
clock neared 6 PM.
"I think I'd better make my dinner now Mom," I said. I removed the box
from the freezer and began reading the cooking instructions. At least it
wasn't one of the crappier ones as frozen dinners go. Precisely eight
minutes later the microwave sounded and I removed the tray and sat down to
eat. It was edible, but barely so. I finished up, cleared the table and
decided I'd better check my appearance before heading out the door.
Upstairs in the bathroom I found myself staring at my reflection. She
thought my earrings looked sexy, I remembered as I found myself turning
each one slowly. I primped my hair a bit and found myself wishing that I
could add some lipstick to complete the look. I had no idea why I was
thinking such thoughts, but, I didn't find the idea as repulsive as I had
just a few days ago.
I emptied out my backpack for the most part leaving only my science text
and notebook and of course, the secret containers. It was twenty minutes
to seven as I made my way to the front door. "Mom, I'm leaving now," I
shouted.
"All right Joan, but remember, 9:30 and no later!" she reminded me. I was
beginning to think that she called me "Joan" when she was really serious
about something. Hell, it was as good an explanation as any. I now had
fifteen minutes to traverse the five blocks. There was no way I was
walking past Sam's house at this hour. I arrived ten minutes early and not
wanting to appear too eager, I took a leisurely stroll around the block.
As my watch informed me it was 7:00 PM, I muttered to myself "here goes
nothing." I rang the doorbell and waited for Darla to appear.
Instead of Darla, a young lady answered the door and said, "Hello."
I found myself saying, "I didn't know Darla had a sister?" With that Mrs.
Raspberry broke into joyous laughter. I had inadvertently made a friend
for life.
"You must be John," she said matter of factly. She beckoned me inside and
informed me that Darla would be down in just a minute. Without my asking
she informed me that her husband, Dr. Robert Raspberry wouldn't be home as
he'd been called in to handle an emergency somewhere.
"He and my father have something in common then," I replied.
"Oh, is your father a doctor too?" she asked.
"No," I laughed. "But his first name is Robert too." With that she broke
out in laughter herself.
"Darla honey, your charming friend John is waiting for you." I blushed
at her comment.
At last Darla descended the stairs and I noticed something different about
her. It only took me a moment to realize what it was. She was wearing a
skirt. It's funny sometimes how your brain ignores the obvious. A brief
thought flashed through my mind: I'd never seen Sam in a skirt. Brought
back to reality by a comment from Darla as she stood next to her mother.
"Are you ready to do some studying then John?" I found myself looking up
at the both of them unable to reply. They did indeed look like sisters.
Mrs. Raspberry then told Darla what I had said upon entering and both of
them began laughing.
"You're not the first one to make that mistake," Darla informed me. "Is it
all right if John and I study up in my room?" she asked. Mrs. Raspberry
began looking at me as if she'd never seen me before. Her eyes seemed
locked on my ears for a moment before she replied, "All right dear, but
leave the door open."
Funny, I'd never considered the need to ask for permission to have a
friend up to my room. The house was huge. The stairway alone was twice the
width of our own. "Couldn't we have taken the elevator?" I asked her.
"Oh, I'm sorry John. Did you want to?" I looked at her mouth agape and she
laughed and said "Gotcha!" Upon hearing her reply I almost automatically
punched her shoulder. I stopped mid-way as a look of serious concern
crossed her face.
"You weren't going to hit me John, were you?" I apologized and attempted
to explain the conditioned response. She thought at length and accepted my
explanation. We reached the landing at the top of the stairs. All by
itself it was as big as our family room and even contained a tiny sofa. I
believe that's called a settee, but I'm not entirely sure. Book shelves
lined the walls and they were filled to capacity. Had I somehow stumbled
into the public library? Darla noticed my reaction. She had seen it before
when friends had come over. "This way John," she said. She took my hand and
we began walking down the hall to the last door on the left. I'm not sure
just how many doors we passed before arriving but, there were more than a
few.
"Your house certainly is a lot larger on the inside than it appears from
the outside," I commented. She giggled as if I'd said something funny. It
felt strange holding her hand but, it felt nice too. We entered her
bedroom and I couldn't believe it's size. It was huge! She had a queen-
sized four poster bed complete with canopy, a private bath, and even a
fireplace. I'd never been in such a fancy bedroom before. Instead of
posters on the walls, there were actual works of art. The walls were
covered with soft hues of pink and gray. Next to the bath along the wall
was a makeup table. It wasn't that large but was finely constructed and
very delicate in appearance. An ornate circular mirror was hung above it.
The top was covered with lots of jars and containers. A silver tray was
filled with many tubes of lipstick. She saw my eyes locked on the table
and laughingly asked me if I'd like to freshen my makeup. I almost went to
punch her shoulder yet again, but stopped myself in time and she made no
comment.
"We can play with that stuff another time Joan," she said. Were my ears
deceiving me? Had she just called me Joan? "Over here," she commanded. I
found myself sitting at a table with two chairs on either side. It was not
unlike our kitchen table, but this one was made of oak and obviously very
expensive. I ran my hands over the smooth surface.
"You seem to be quite taken with the furniture," she said. I told her
briefly about Mr. Ferris' comments to me earlier in the day. She smiled at
me and took my hands in her own and seemed to be examining them. "Such
pretty hands shouldn't be crafting wood," she said as her gaze reached for
my own. Pretty hands, I thought? Who has pretty hands? Unsure of what to
say I turned tables on her and held her hands up for my own inspection. "I
may have nice hands, but they're nothing compared to your own." She seemed
pleased with my comment. With that I put my backpack on the table and
began removing my books.
"Do you enjoy science class?" I asked her. A look of sadness overtook her
face as she replied, "No." wondering what was going on, I asked her, "Why
so sad?"
"As you now know my father is a doctor. As you also now know, I'm an only
child. Get it?" Actually, I had no idea what she was going on about.
Finally, I gave her a look that suggested comprehension and simply said
"Ahhhhh!" I'd been practicing that look and sigh for as long as I could
remember. For a moment she looked concerned. Perhaps that trick only
worked on adults? Finally we sat and began preparing for the exam. We
slowly made our way through the material. As we continued on, one thing
became very clear to me. I was never going to be a scientist. It was now
just after nine o'clock and I told her we'd better think about wrapping
this up as I was expected home by nine thirty.
"Do you have to leave so soon?" she asked.
"I'm sorry Darla. Mom has been acting a bit strange of late and I really
don't want to upset her."
"I understand. Perhaps we can do this again tomorrow night? It's the last
chance we'll have to study before the exam," she reminded me.
"I'll have to check with my parents. Do you want to walk to school with
me tomorrow?"
She looked at me and smiled, gratefully accepting my consolation prize.
"You will ask your parents about tomorrow night, won't you?" I promised
her that I would. She caught me glancing at her makeup table again and
noted that I did seem quite fond of it. I blushed slightly and told her
I'd like to examine its construction some time. I packed my books, thanked
her for inviting me over and began to make my way out. She grabbed my hand
as we made our way down the hall, through the landing, and down the
extremely wide stair case.
"Did you kids accomplish anything?" Mrs. Raspberry asked.
"Yes Mom, we covered quite a bit of the material," Darla replied.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Raspberry," I said. I'd almost called
her "ma'am." Somehow I didn't think she'd take kindly to that. I said
goodnight to them both and headed home.
Looking at my watch I noticed that I only had five minutes to make it
home. The long way around was out of the question at this point. I found
myself wanting to knock on Sam's door as I passed her house. Pangs of
longing assaulted me. I kept walking. As I opened the front door I heard
voices from the living room. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch deeply
engaged in conversation. I got the feeling that something was wrong. Not
wanting to get drawn into whatever it was, I simply said goodnight to both
of them and made my way upstairs. Something indeed must be wrong, I
thought as normally I'd have been given the 3d degree upon arrival.
I put thoughts of my parents aside and began preparing for bed. I went to
the bathroom, brushed my teeth, inspected my ears, and almost applied a
coat of lipstick to my pouty lips. Fortunately, I didn't have the tube
with me and would have had to return to my room to retrieve it from my
backpack. I also considered the possibility of waking up in the morning
with lipstick all over my pillow. I selected a clean pair of pajamas, put
them on, climbed into bed making sure that the alarm was still set for
6:50 and turned out the light.
"What's she doing here?" Sam asked me, pointing at Darla.
"She's a friend, is all," I replied.
"So, I'm just a friend, am I?" Darla screamed at me. I jumped half way out
of my skin as beads of sweat began escaping from every pore. It took more
than a while before my heart slowed to a normal pace. I grabbed some
tissues, wiped myself dry and went back to sleep....
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