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Chapter 10
All the Things I've Done Before
Mom was as sweet as could be when I came through the door. We hugged
briefly and she asked me if I'd had a good day with Sam. I told her it
was the best day ever all the while thinking of the night I'd spent in
his arms just a short while ago. I decided I'd better tell her about the
ski ball tournament. There was likely to be a story about it in
tomorrow's paper. Of course, she asked me what I was going to do with all
the money. I told her I gave Sam half and planned on banking the rest.
She looked at me like I was nuts. Even after I explained my agreement
with Sam. I only hoped she was as hard on my father when it came time for
the property settlement.
I had a fantastic night's sleep and woke up Tuesday morning ready to face
the week. I put on my khaki skort and top and peddled off to work without
a care in the world. We all grinned at one another when I entered the
shop. I'd never again complain about sanding wood. The day passed rapidly
and I found myself on Darla's front doorstep before I even realized where
I was; hoping that Aunt Vivian was home. Thankfully, she answered the
door and welcomed me in with a quick hug. "Are you here to see Darla?"
she asked me.
"Actually, I was hoping we could talk, if you've got some time?" I
begged. She ushered me into the kitchen and poured us both a cup of
coffee. I relayed the story of my trip to New Jersey. Aunt Vivian told me
she was aware. It seems that my mother had called her on Saturday night
filled with worry for me. My own estimation of my mother's abilities grew
with each new tale related. She wasn't likely to crack under pressure as
I'd feared. I heaved a huge sigh of relief as I pieced it all together.
Had I worried Aunt Mel for nothing?
Finally, she asked me how things had gone overall with my father. I told
her of his plan to send me to a military academy and thereby magically
make me into some kind of macho man. And, of his seeming disgust with me
when he realized that wasn't going to happen. I finished my tale with him
walking away from me wordlessly after handing me my airline ticket; as if
he didn't care what became of me. I hadn't realized the impact of his
actions till now. I broke down and wept. Aunt Vivian did her best to
comfort me. She told me how difficult this must be for him; losing his
only son.
Feelings of self-hatred began to overtake me. I didn't deserve to live.
Aunt Viv sensed what was going through my mind and assured me that it
wasn't my fault. If only I could believe her. We talked for awhile
longer. Aunt Viv told me how happy she was for having gone to the ball
game. "Your boyfriend is really something else," she beamed at me. I
hugged her and thanked her for her time. We mutually agreed that Thursday
evening would be best for my next appointment. She told me to call her or
just drop by anytime I needed to talk. I pedaled home feeling better
about everything.
Wednesday afternoon I found myself wandering down Main Street. I made a
$300 deposit in my checking account. If there had been a story about me
and my ski ball win, no one had mentioned it to me. I guess I wasn't
worthy of "fifteen minutes of fame." That's OK, at least I'd know that
I'd done it. I wondered if my skills would translate to actual bowling.
I'd never been.
Mr. Hospin, true to his word, had lined up a few painting jobs for me.
I'd be making more money doing that than I imagined any fourteen year old
could. I'm not sure why, but I was determined to save every nickel I
could get my hands on. Mr. Ferris paid me as usual on Thursday. There was
$90 in my envelope; it should only have been eighty. I told him of his
mistake and he apologized for not telling me he was giving me a $10
raise. He stood like a statue when I gave him a quick hug.
My appointment with Aunt Vivian on Thursday evening left me feeling a bit
frustrated. I began to wonder just what we were attempting to accomplish.
We'd talk about my feelings and how I relate to the world. On occasion,
she'd throw me a curve ball. "Where do you see yourself in five years; in
ten?" My answer was always the same: as Joan and with Sam. I'm not sure
if that's what she was going for, but she didn't press the matter. I
loved the lady dearly, but this formal arrangement irked me somehow.
Sam's Saturday game would be out of county. They were playing the
Cumberland Clippers. I had no way to get there and, besides, Sam wouldn't
be pitching. There were three starting pitchers on the team and though
Sam had had more than enough rest, all players were to be given a chance.
I had my first "paid painting job" on Friday. The Moores seemed more (ha
ha) than a bit surprised when I knocked on their door and explained who I
was and why I was there. For a moment I thought they were going to send
me on my way, that it had all been a big mistake. I calmed them down and
told them how lovely their house was, started asking about color
selections, and told them a bit about my own expertise. In the end, they
let me do the job. They were beyond satisfied with the way it turned out.
So was I. For three hours work I had another sixty dollars to sock away.
Another Friday night rolled around and Sam still couldn't go out. He was
home this time, but had a nine o'clock curfew. I couldn't believe he was
taking it that seriously. After all, who'd ever know? Still, he was
adamant about obeying the rules. I didn't pester him about it. It was too
important to him. We were sitting in his living room. He finally ran
upstairs and came back down with Tuesday's newspaper. My picture was
centered on page one --- of the Arts and Leisure section. He beamed at me
when he told me to keep it, that he had another stored safely away. My
first thought was to scan the picture and the article and send it to my
Dad. Despite all that had happened, I missed him.
In the end, I did scan it and send it, but I sent it to Doreen. We'd
exchanged a few emails already. She told me that my father seemed deeply
upset about the way things had transpired. I think the only reason that I
liked her was that she was going to be the mother of my sister. I'd
always dreamed of having a sister. Except now, I was about old enough to
be a mother myself, I'd probably never get to see her, and she wouldn't
be my mother's child. The conflicting emotions could get pretty confusing
at times.
I hadn't talked to Mom again about the situation with Dad. I only hoped
that she was doing something about it and not just letting it all slide
by. I knew what I'd do. I'd hire an investigator and find out just who
owned all those assets. I doubted Dad's story that they didn't belong to
him.
Saturday rolled around and I went to the beach with Sally and Darla.
Darla hadn't mentioned Sarah in awhile. I wondered if there was trouble
in paradise. I'd forgotten just how much fun Sally could be. Time passed
easily and quickly in her presence. We gritted our teeth (from the cold)
and spent a few hours frolicking in the ocean. A few boys tried to garner
our attention but each time they did, Sally would shoo them away,
explaining that we were all spoken for. I had no idea that Sally had a
love interest. I was so tempted to ask her about it, but I decided that
if she wanted to talk, she would.
We ate hot dogs on the boardwalk. We paraded about like we owned the
place and that the visitors were only there by our good graces. It wasn't
snobbishness exactly, but more of a "pride of ownership" kind of thing.
We walked arm-in-arm-in-arm as we traversed the boards, with Darla at the
center. It felt great to finally have some friends. I'd spent my entire
life in Sam's company and his alone. While I wouldn't trade that for
anything, this was different; something special.
"So, what are you doing for your birthday, Joan? Are you having a sleep
over?" This from Darla. I honestly hadn't given any thought concerning
birthday celebrations.
"I don't know. If I did have one would you guys come?" I asked them. The
more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Yet, our house was
tiny. We had no swimming pool or fancy anything. Just a modest house,
sitting on a modest piece of property. In the end I voiced my opinion
about my house's shortcomings. Both Darla and Sally assured me that I was
being ridiculous and that I'd "better" have a party as they both planned
to attend. I beamed at them and hugged them both tightly. It was good
being me. The rest of the day passed quickly and we said our goodbyes at
the entry ramp for Webster Ave.
I offered to walk each of them home. They looked at me like I was nuts. I
then told them that I'd be calling about birthday plans tomorrow. There
wasn't much time left. My actual birthday was a week from tomorrow. The
short walk home passed in minutes. Somehow I'd managed to get sand inside
my suit. I was going to need another bathing suit. I couldn't make it
through the rest of the summer with just the one.
I shouted out to Mom upon arrival, stripped my suit off carefully so as
not to get sand everywhere, turned on the shower and luxuriated in the
fine spray of warm water. I found myself wondering what Mom was making
for dinner. It felt good to have the weekends off from that task. I put
on my sundress and full makeup and realized that I needed some more
clothing choices too. Oh, and definitely some new earrings. With thoughts
like these, I'd never be able to hang on to my money. I laughed to myself
as I made my way downstairs.
Mom was busy at her machine. It made me smile every time I saw her there.
Just knowing that I could give her this "gift" was far more rewarding
than anything I could have ever hoped for. She was working on new
curtains for the living room. The only problem was, I didn't think the
colors would match exactly. Mom looked up at me and voiced my thoughts.
"You know Joan, these curtains really are beautiful. But, I don't think
they're going to match the paint on the walls." I could see where this
was headed. "Since you did such an excellent job in here, I was wondering
if you'd paint the living room for us?"
What could I say?
"Sure Mom, I'd be happy to, but I don't work cheap. I charge twenty
dollars an hour." Where had that last bit come from? Truth be told, I was
still a bit angry at being forced to forfeit my allowance. It wasn't the
money. I guess the cash was in some way a symbol of appreciation. Mom
laughed at that.
"Well, I've been thinking about that," she said. "And no, I'm not going
to pay you twenty dollars an hour!" She laughed again. I found myself
wondering whether she realized that I was actually making that much.
"Still, I am going to reinstate your allowance," she said matter of
factly. Had she had it out with Dad? Had she simply realized that money
wasn't as tight as she thought it was? I tried asking what had changed,
but I was greeted by a stone wall.
"Mom, you do realize this is going to be a much bigger job than the
sewing room, don't you? The size of the room alone, the hallways, going
up the stairs. All the extra trim work. Stair treads, etc. And, you're
going to need five gallons of paint," I said after eyeing the project
carefully.
"Five gallons!" she exclaimed.
"Yes Mom, five gallons. Three for the walls, one for the ceiling, and one
for the trim. Not to mention new rollers and other incidentals."
She smiled at me and hugged me tight. She asked me if I wanted to go to
the mall. Said we could get a bite to eat and there were a few things she
wanted to get me. Ah! A shopping trip for me! I told her I'd love to go,
but I had to call Sam first.
I called him up and asked him how the game had gone against the Clippers.
He relayed more information than I wanted to know. "Did you win?" I asked
at last.
"Well, it was like this," he went on undeterred. "We had a one run lead
going into the bottom of the seventh. Roger told the coach that he
couldn't pitch another inning. I got the first save of my career!" Before
I could tell him about going shopping with Mom, he asked me if it was
alright if he went out with the guys that evening. I was a bit over
enthusiastic when I told him that would be fine. We made arrangements to
meet for breakfast tomorrow. We exchanged words of love and said our
goodbyes.
I got changed. Pantyhose just didn't work with the sundress and I was
determined to try on some sandals. I put on my blue pleated skirt and
decided to give my heels a try. They certainly made my legs look sexy. I
walked cautiously downstairs, I felt just a wee bit wobbly in them.
Mom told me I looked beautiful but asked me if I thought wearing high
heels to the mall was such a good idea. I smiled at her and told her I
wouldn't be wearing them all evening. I was going to get a pair of proper
sandals. She gave me a reasonable nod and we were on our way.
We dined at the Burger Barn. I got more than a few looks from the boys as
they passed by. It always made me feel a bit creepy, but part of me
secretly liked the attention. Mom took it all in, but said nothing. Our
first stop was the Shoe Emporium. I spent forever trying on sandals of
every style imaginable. I wanted something both sexy and practical. I
finally decided on a pair of wedgies. They were comfortable; fancy but
sturdy and the overall height was only two inches. I put my heels in the
now empty box and we made our way to the checkout counter. Just as I was
reaching for my wallet, Mom took out her charge card and paid for them.
We then made our way to Macy's. I couldn't believe it. The swim wear was
already fifty percent off. They were beginning to display the fall
clothes already. It wasn't even the middle of July! I picked out two
suits. One, blue on blue with a plunging neckline and flared skirt, and
another identical to the one I had only in green. Mom said it brought out
my eyes. I had no idea how such a thing was possible, but I did like the
color. I didn't even reach for my wallet this time. Mom smiled at me as
she placed the items on the counter for purchase.
"OK Joan, September will be here before you know it. What say we take
note of the current styles so we know what patterns to buy to make you
some new school clothes." Whoa! Where had that come from? I hadn't given
any thought as to what was going to happen come September. Could I really
attend school as Joan? Sure, I wanted to; but how? Would I get my ass
kicked every day of the week just for being me? I was reasonably sure
that I could handle any difficulties that came to pass. I sighed and all
such doubts slowly slipped away.
I looked at Mom warily, unsure whether I should say anything. In the end,
I didn't. We went and oohed and ahhed over the latest fall fashions.
There were a few cute offerings that caught my eye. Not needing anything
else for the moment, we made our way home. I really loved my new sandals.
They'd be perfect for strolling the boards. I enjoyed being closer to
Sam's own height, though he seemed to be still growing.
It was closing in on nine o'clock when we arrived home. I asked Mom if it
would be OK if I went out for a bit. She said that would be fine but to
make sure I was home by ten. She put her cell phone in my purse; just for
emergencies. I put the hundred and fifty that I'd earned that week in my
drawer and walked to the boards with the crisp twenty that Mom had given
me safely tucked in my purse. I soon found myself back in the arcade
where the ski ball tournament had been held just a few days ago. I turned
a deep shade of crimson when I saw my own picture prominently displayed
on the wall beside the machines.
I laughed aloud when I realized that no one would ever pay it any notice.
I thought about playing a game, but was reluctant to part with a quarter.
Was I that much of a cheapskate? I laughed again, shook my head, and
continued walking. I went back out to the boardwalk and bought myself a
lemonade. I sipped at it delicately as I continued to wander about. A
group of boys up ahead began making catcalls as I approached. Were those
intended for me? I almost smiled at them when I heard a familiar voice.
"Leave her alone dickhead!" the voice exclaimed. It seemed Sam and his
newfound moronic friends were amusing themselves by taunting girls as
they passed by. I stared in disbelief as the group continued. Why Sam
would associate with such a group of animals was beyond me. It's funny:
when I thought it was just a group of faceless idiots, I really didn't
care. Now that I knew Sam was among them, I was saddened beyond belief. I
turned around and began walking in the opposite direction. A few more
lewd suggestions were tossed my way.
I felt his running footsteps vibrate through the boards before I heard
them. "Joan, wait!" he exclaimed as he grabbed my shoulder and attempted
to turn me around. I yanked myself firmly from his grasp and continued
walking. He walked silently beside me for quite awhile. "I'm sorry. If
I'd known what they were going to do beforehand, I would have left
sooner."
"Obviously I wasn't the first one that they taunted," I said coldly.
"Sam, I don't mind your hanging out with the guys. But traveling around
with a bunch of pack animals taking advantage of the weak, well, I
thought better of you." I kept walking.
"Sweetheart, you're right, I won't ever do that again. It's only a couple
of them that are idiots, the rest are really nice guys. Please forgive
me?" he asked as a few errant tears rolled down his cheeks.
"And what happens the next time they start in with that garbage?" I
asked, needing to know.
"Darling, if anything like that ever happens again I'll do my best to put
a stop to it. Failing that, I'll simply walk away. I've never been so
embarrassed or ashamed in my life," he said with deep sincerity.
I believed him. I saw the look on his face and in his eyes when he
realized who the target of the taunts was. It only saddened me that he
didn't realize beforehand that it was simply wrong to act that way
towards anyone. I caught him off guard and pulled him towards me. I
hugged him tight right in the middle of the boardwalk. The group of
losers had long ago lost interest in our actions.
We came upon a police officer as we continued on our way and I informed
him of the group of rowdy boys taunting almost everyone who walked by. He
thanked me for my concern, apologized on their behalf, and promised to
look into it. He headed off with a look of determination in their general
direction. Sam eyed me like he wanted to say something; in the end, he
didn't. We kept on walking.
"Sam, it's getting late. I've got to be heading home."
"Already? Are you sure you can't stay out awhile longer?" I opened my
purse and removed Mom's cell phone. Here goes nothing, I thought as I
dialed our number.
"Mom!" I said excitedly when she picked up the phone. "I ran into Sam on
the boardwalk. Would it be OK if I stayed out till eleven?" I asked in a
pleading voice. Finally, realizing all that I'd been through, she
relented. She made me promise to be home on the stroke of eleven however.
Sam and I would have another hour to spend together.
"What would you like to do?" I asked him.
"Let's go under the boardwalk and make mad passionate love for the next
hour," he said with more seriousness in his voice than I could have
imagined. As an alternative I suggested a walk in the breakers. We walked
hand-in-hand while the waves gently crashed against our feet. We spoke
idly of plans for the future and all the things we hoped to accomplish.
Sam seemed impressed when I told him of my new job as a painter of rooms.
"You'll have to come over and paint my room for me," he whispered
Finally, we headed for home. We stood outside my front door and kissed
for quite some time as the moon bathed us in its faint yellow glow?
Mom was waiting for me when I walked in the front door. I was a few
minutes late. She looked at her watch, but didn't say a word. I sat down
next to her and asked her if it'd be alright if I had a slumber party to
honor my birthday.
"You and Sam sleeping together?" she stated with a bit of outrage. While
I thought that would make for the perfect birthday, I laughed and told
her that it would be just me and the girls. I told her that Darla and
Sally wanted to come over for an evening next weekend. She knew that
Darla wouldn't be a problem, but she was concerned as to what Sally's
parents would think. I reminded her that Sally had been there at Darla's
party and at last she relented. She insisted on talking to Sally's
parents beforehand though. I sighed aloud. I guess I was both older and
younger than I thought. I looked forward to the day when I wouldn't have
to ask anyone's permission to do anything.
I began to think that maybe I could show them both how to sew a bit.
Remembering Darla's cool attitude about it, I figured there probably
wouldn't be any interest. Still, it was worth a shot. I hugged Mom
goodnight and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I hadn't even realized
I'd spent the evening walking around in my new sandals. They were that
comfortable. There was just something about shoes that had me craving
more. I loved the way they looked on my feet and how pretty and feminine
they made me feel.
Sunday morning arrived and I remembered my date with Sam for breakfast. I
guessed it would be OK to part with a few dollars for some decent food.
He arrived at ten and we walked hand in hand down Main Street to the
local IHOP. The waitress actually asked if we wanted smoking or non-
smoking. Before I could say a word, Sam quickly replied: non-smoking. I
eyed him with a bit of disappointment and we were escorted to our booth.
Sam had paid for everything last time, this time it was my turn to treat.
While we sat there awaiting our food a young couple stopped at our table.
"You're Sam Peters, aren't you?" the man said. Sam and I both looked up
wondering what this was all about. He seemed a bit embarrassed by our
expressions. He shuffled his feet and continued. "My wife and I saw you
pitch last weekend. I used to pitch in college. I've never seen anyone as
graceful or with more confidence and control on the pitching mound. I
just wanted to thank you for the incredible show you put on."
Sam blushed and thanked him for his kind words. I just sat there staring
in awe as the couple walked away from our table. Before he floated away
to the ceiling, I said to him, "Sam, do you have any idea who that was!"
I said it in such a way that he'd have to assume that I knew and that it
was someone quite important. When he meekly replied that he had no idea,
I told him, "Neither do I." It seemed to work. Slowly but surely his feet
were back on terra firma.
We tackled our breakfast with enthusiasm. This time, there'd be no need
for a doggie bag. Sam simply ate everything I left on my plate. The bill
came and I snatched it away before he could say a word. Twenty bucks for
breakfast was a bit stiff (including the tip) but, what could you do?
"I need to walk off some of that food," he said as we exited the
building.
"If you didn't make such a pig of yourself, you wouldn't be in such pain
now," I admonished teasingly.
We walked a few miles that afternoon. From one end of the boardwalk to
the other and back again. It was a beautiful summer's day. I told him of
my plans to have a slumber party. He laughed and asked me if my mother
was really going to allow him to sleep over. For the first time in a long
time I punched his arm playfully. He laughed and told me to be careful;
that was the arm that was going to put food on the table. I smiled at his
resolve. I only hoped it would be as easy as he seemed to think it would.
"Sam? How about if I have my party on Friday night? You have an early
curfew anyway and maybe I could persuade the girls to come to the game on
Saturday." It was a day game against the Buford County Blues. I still
liked the name of our team the best: The Ocean County Waves. I then asked
him if he had any idea how we might celebrate our upcoming birthdays
together. He, like myself, hadn't given it any thought. He promised me
he'd get back to me tomorrow on that one. We walked home slowly and
kissed goodbye at my front door.
"Joan, you're home. Good!" My mother exclaimed as I entered the house.
"You didn't make any plans yet for your party, did you?"
I told her that I hadn't and waited for her to continue. Something was
obviously up. "Well, I've got a date next Saturday night and I can't have
a house full of girls here running around unattended," she blurted out. I
explained to her my plan to have my party on Friday night while I found
myself wondering just how long she'd be gone on Saturday. Thoughts of
sharing my bed with Sam filled my head.
Mom then handed me a color chart with the dusty gray she'd selected
circled. She handed me a blank check and told me I could pick up the
paint at will. I explained to her that I couldn't carry five gallons of
paint on my bicycle. She laughed at that and told me we could pick it up
together tomorrow evening. We sat at the picnic table eating our dinner.
I'd barbecued a London Broil for dinner. Yeah, I know, Mom was supposed
to cook on the weekends, but somehow the grill work had been assigned to
me. In all fairness, she took care of the salads and vegetables. I let
her do the clean-up too. It was a fair trade.
After dinner I called Darla and told her of my plans to have the party on
Friday night. She actually sounded quite excited about it. I asked her if
she wanted to come to the game on Saturday as well. She replied that she
hadn't expected to enjoy the game as much as she had and would simply
love to go. My next call to Sally was a much shorter one, but she loved
the idea of the Friday night bash followed by the baseball game on
Saturday too.
Mom and I spent the rest of the evening in the sewing room. I learned how
to make pleats and measure hems. I know it sounds insane, but I loved
working under her watchful eye; it really was fun. It was almost eleven.
With my eyes drooping and my mouth yawning, I announced that I was headed
for bed. I was asleep within seconds of my head hitting my pillow...
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