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Chapter 7
"Where are we going now?" I asked when my mother exited the Guess store.
"Let's get some cinnamon rolls," she answered.
"Awesome," cried my sister.
I was relieved that at least we seemed to be done with the clothes
shopping for awhile but I would have rather gone home. My sister and I
followed my mother towards the food court. I was now extremely self-
conscious wearing girls shorts, suntan hose, and open-toed birkenstock
sandals. I pulled my shirt down as far as possible, hoping it would cover
up the flowers on my back pockets but it wasn't long enough. I kept
glancing over my shoulder but no one seemed to be paying any attention to
us so I figured no one had noticed.
My sister and I sat at a table with our purchases from the Guess store
while my mother bought our cinnamon rolls. The chairs were open at the
back except for a cushion at the top. Anyone walking past would be able to
see the flowers on my back pockets.
"Why is mom doing this to me?" I asked Julie.
"Buying you clothes? I wish she would buy all that stuff for me."
"You know what I mean."
"They'll look better with your new style. She bought you some really nice
stuff."
"But it's girls stuff. I don't want to look like a girl."
"Jamie, you don't look like a girl. Don't flatter yourself."
"Then what do I look like?"
"I don't know. Samantha says you look ... cute. You're the one that was
wearing mom's pantyhose so don't blame us."
My mother arrived with our cinnamon rolls--hot, sweet, smelling of
cinnamon, and dripping with frosting. Julie dug into hers. I took my time.
I had a lot to think about. Where was all this going?
"What's wrong Jamie?" asked my mother.
"Nothing."
"Not hungry?"
"I don't understand why you bought all this stuff for me?"
"I thought they would go better what you're wearing these days. You don't
like them?"
I detected a hint of hurt in my mother's eyes. "I don't know. Maybe
they're a little too girly."
"Oh Jamie," my mother retorted. "You don't know what girly is."
"I guess not."
"Why don't you try them for a week or so. Then we'll talk."
We finished our rolls and much to Julie's disappointment left the mall. I
think she was expecting mom to buy her some more stuff.
When we got home I put my new clothes away, put on my slippers, and messed
around on the computer. It was a low-key day after the morning mall
incident. My sister went to a movie with some friends and my mother busied
herself planting some flowers. I had a lot of time to think but I didn't
want to think. Why didn't I tell my mom I hated the clothes? Maybe I
didn't hate them. I really wished I had someone to talk to but who? I
couldn't talk to Mike or Todd, even if they were here. And what was I
going to do when they did get back from vacation. I figured only a girl
would understand.
As I was getting ready for bed that evening, my mother reminded me that I
needed to shave my legs again which I dutifully did.
Sunday morning found us heading to church. Just like last week we were all
wearing pantyhose. My mother and sister were wearing with skirts and heels
while I was wearing black sheers (my mother's idea) with pants and my new
penny loafers. My mother and sister were off chatting to friends while I
was sitting in a pew by myself waiting for service to begin when a girl
spoke to me.
"Hi Jamie."
I looked up into Megan's beautiful brown eyes. She was smiling down at me.
Her auburn hair, with corkscrew curls at the ends, rested on her
shoulders. To me, she was the epitome of feminine beauty. How many times
had I watched her at dances, too cowardly to ask her.
"Hi," I managed. I prayed she didn't notice my quivering lip.
She moved to sit next to me and I scooted down the pew to make room.
"How have you been?" she asked.
"Okay. Kinda boring not having to go to school." That sounded lame.
"Yeah, it takes some time to get a rhythm for your days." Megan crossed
her thighs, causing the hem of her skirt to rise, exposing her knee. She
was wearing beige hose and I could hear the sound of her hose rubbing
together when she crossed her legs. I couldn't help but look and I'm
certain she noticed.
"I talked to Nikki this week." Megan paused and I stared at the floor.
"She said she saw you at the salon getting a manicure and a pedicure."
"It was my grandmother's idea." I knew I should look at her but I couldn't
bring myself to.
"I love to have my nails done. See?" She held out her hand. Her nails were
a dark red and looked professionally done. "And my toes." She removed her
sandal and wiggled her toes. The same dark red was visible through her
sheer hose. "It's expensive though," she said as she replaced her shoe. "I
can't afford to go that often. I wish my grandmother would take me."
I looked at her and smiled.
"Let me see your hands." She took one of my hands in her fingers and
examined my nails. This was something I had never dreamed possible. Megan
was touching me. "Very nice," she remarked letting go of my hand. "They
did a great job. How about your toes?"
"You won't be able to see them very well." She knew.
"Nikki said you were wearing pantyhose when she saw you. Are you wearing
hose today?"
There was no point in denying it. "Yeah," I answered, staring at the floor
again.
"Let me see."
I slipped off my penny loafer so she could see my hose-clad foot.
Megan smiled at me. "Are those new shoes?"
"My mom bought them at the mall for me yesterday."
"Cool. Maybe I should hang around you more. I might get some new shoes and
a pedicure too."
"You might. My sister got some new stuff yesterday."
My mother and sister arrived at that point. They greeted Megan and she
stood up to go sit with her parents. Megan smiled at me and fluttered her
fingers, the very fingers that only moments before had been touching my
hand. "See ya Jaime."
"Bye."
"What was THAT about?" asked my sister.
"She was just talking to me."
My mother raised her eyebrows. "I didn't know I needed to chaperon you at
all times."
After service, everyone was milling around at the front of the church. I
was trailing my mother and Julie when I caught a glimpse of Megan. She was
talking to Rachel and Stacy, a couple girls that attended a different
school so I didn't know them very well. Megan smiled warmly and waved as
we made eye contact through a gap in the throng of people. A new sense of
elation flooded over me and clouded my senses. I ran into the back of an
older man, apologized and caught up with my mother and sister. Megan, the
girl of my dreams, was paying attention to me. A new sense of confidence
infused my step. I stood up taller. Maybe Megan even liked me? But why
now?
"Earth to Jamie." Samantha was talking to me as she walked with with Julie
toward our car in the parking lot.
"Hi."
Julie laughed. "Jamie's in love. Megan was talking to him before service."
"Ouuu. Jamie. Moving up in the world. Probably all the new clothes I hear
you got yesterday."
Julie and Samantha shared a laugh. I got in the back seat and waited for
the two girls to finish gabbing. My mother was waiting impatiently behind
the steering wheel. "Where was grandma this morning?" I asked.
"I called her before service. She said she wasn't feeling well. She's not
getting any younger you know."
I didn't like the tone of concern in my mother's voice.
My mother finally told Julie to get in and we left for home. I changed to
some suntan hose and a pair of my new shorts that had plain pockets before
we ate lunch. My mother called my grandmother again and found that she was
feeling better. I tried to read a book that afternoon but I couldn't stop
thinking about Megan. I probably wouldn't see her again until next Sunday.
Then I started to worry that she might go on vacation and I wouldn't see
her for weeks. I could call her but what if she didn't really want to talk
to me. I had no idea what her email address might be.
We picked up some KFC and ate dinner at my grandmothers. I thought she
seemed kind of tired and she didn't eat much. She complimented my new
shorts and shoes, the sandals, and reminded me to put on my slippers.
Julie snickered but dropped it after a stern look from my mother. We left
soon after dinner and my grandmother told me she would see me tomorrow.
I logged onto the computer after we got home. I had discovered a new
dungeon in one of the RPGs that I play and I was looking forward to some
exploration and profitable fighting. As soon as the messenger program
started, a dialog popped up inviting me to become a friend. I recognized
the IM handle as Elizabeth.
to be continued
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