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Chapter 12
I Won't Last a Day Without You
I checked on Mom before heading out Friday morning. I stared at myself
solemnly in the mirror as I removed one of the little blue pills from the
blister pack. It was so tiny, like a miniature m&m. The aldactone was
another story entirely. It was much larger and had a chalky, peppermint
taste and I was forced to swallow it down with water. I then found myself
applying just a touch of lipstick before heading downstairs. I arrived at
the Bradley home promptly on the stroke of nine. Mrs. Bradley greeted me
warmly. It seems Mr. Hospin had given me gushing reviews. I wasn't about
to let him down.
The job was a bigger one than I was expecting. I explained to Mrs.
Bradley that the two rooms would double the cost. She gave me a kindly
smile and told me, "Whatever it costs, it costs." At this point I was
more concerned with time than money. I managed to finish the job by two
o'clock. I hadn't stopped to eat or do anything else. Tired and hungry, I
made my way to the Gowan's.
Mr. Gowan was more than a bit annoyed. I was over an hour late in
arriving. I apologized and resolved that if I was ever going to be late
again, I'd call first. The four mile bicycle ride over there hadn't
brightened my mood. Thankfully, the job was a simple one. In fact it was
so easy that I wondered why he simply hadn't done it himself. Still, I
was exhausted when I finished and the long ride home didn't brighten my
mood.
I fell through my front door just as Mom was arriving home. She left her
car in the driveway and ran up to greet me. "Joan, are you all right?"
she said worriedly. I told her that I was sorry, but I didn't have a
chance to prepare dinner. I was beginning to feel faint: I was starved
and exhausted. I began thinking that no amount of money was worth the way
that I felt. Mom literally helped me upstairs and into the shower.
While I attempted to scrub the paint spatter and exhaustion away, she
made me a sandwich. I nearly fell down the stairs on my way to the
kitchen. How could I possibly host a party this evening? Mom helped me up
to my room when I finished. She put me to bed. "Joan, you're going to
take a nap. Don't even think about arguing, I insist. I'll wake you in an
hour, now get some rest." I didn't need any further prodding. I closed my
eyes and I was gone.
Seconds later Darla and Sally were standing at my bedside. "Wake up
birthday girl," they screamed at me. I looked at my bedside clock. That
had been the fastest hour of my life. I slowly came to consciousness.
Seeing the girls and the pink walls surrounding me, I forgot for a minute
where I was. They both started laughing. "Come on Joan! Time to get up!"
Darla exclaimed. This wasn't coming together the way that I'd imagined.
"The poor girl's exhausted," Sally said. "Let her sleep." I smiled up at
her and pressed Sally's nose as if it was a snooze alarm. They both
giggled and said I could have one more hour to sleep. They'd entertain
themselves for a bit. That second hour of sleep made all the difference
in the world. I awoke without assistance and made my way downstairs.
"She lives!" Darla exclaimed and laughed for all to hear. I smiled
sheepishly and thanked them for waiting. Darla and Sally ran over to me
and we engaged in a group hug.
"Thanks for waiting for me. I'm so sorry," I began.
"Hey, this is your party, if you want to spend it sleeping that's your
choice," Darla said and laughed yet again.
I smiled in return and told them that I felt fantastic. With that Mom
called us into the kitchen and told us the pizza would be here
momentarily. Ah, more food. Just what I needed. I only hoped it wasn't
covered in broccoli and mushrooms. The pizza arrived moments later and
thankfully, half of it was smothered in peppers and onions.
Mom stood by now and again but for the most part stayed out of our way.
She seemed thrilled to be the hostess of a slumber party. I never did
find out what if anything she said to Sally's parents. "So, what do you
guys want to do?" I asked them as I began clearing the table.
"I thought we'd go to the boardwalk for a bit," Darla said. I looked at
Mom pleadingly. After her diatribe the other evening, I wasn't sure she'd
ever let me go there again. Darla assured my mother that we'd be safe.
She took her cell phone out of her purse and told Mom that we were
prepared for any contingency.
"You girls had better be home by eleven o'clock. And Darla, give me your
cell phone number. Also, turn it on and make sure the batteries are fully
charged."
"Mommmm!" I shouted to her. The girls just took it all in laughing. Darla
gave Mom her number and assured her that the phone was fully charged and
in perfect working order. I ran up to my room and put on my denim skort
set. It looked perfect with my new sandals. I wasn't going to waste time
on makeup, but did put a quick coat of my new "red" on. "Mom, can I
borrow your camera?" I asked upon returning downstairs. She gave it up
without any questions and we were on our way.
We marched up to the boardwalk three abreast. I took out the camera and
we played with it taking pictures of each other. Darla brazenly asked an
elderly gentleman if he'd take a group shot of us. Darla insisted that I
take the middle position; the center of attention. The elderly gent
smiled as he handed the camera back to Darla. We'd made his day. I put
the camera back in my purse as Darla took the lead again. "Come on
girls!" she shouted. Feeling well rested and full, I began to get giddy
about what she might have planned.
"Well, here we are," she said stopping outside the tattoo parlor. The
township had been very reluctant to grant a license to such an operation.
Only after being assured that the strictest health codes would be
followed and that no drug paraphernalia would be sold did they relent.
"Darla, what are you suggesting?" I asked with worry in my voice.
"We're all going to get tattoos!" she enthused.
"Have you lost your mind? Our mothers will kill us! Besides, I'm not that
kind of girl." Sally just looked at us both with concern in her eyes. She
started to speak up when Darla cut her off.
"Will you guys relax? We're not getting permanent tattoos; just henna
ones." I eyed her suspiciously and she continued. "They'll wash off in a
couple of weeks. I thought we'd each get a small rose on our left
shoulders." Could I do this? Did I want to? Sally's enthusiasm for the
idea grew. It seemed I was the stick in the mud. Was I willing to pay
this high-cost of friendship? I allowed them to reluctantly drag me into
the shop. In some ways I felt like I was going for my first ear piercing
all over again.
Darla told the clerk exactly what we wanted and paid the fee herself.
"Joan, you should get your nipples pierced," she said and giggled. I
half-started to bolt for the door. She grabbed my hand and told me to
relax; she was kidding. Twenty minutes later we walked out with roses
emblazoned in the exact same spot on our left shoulders. "We should call
ourselves 'The red rose girls'," Darla said and laughed. I still felt a
bit uncomfortable and nervous about the whole thing. What would Mom say
if she saw it?
Darla and Sally seemed to have adjusted totally to the new adornment. I
knew these were good girls and gradually my cares slipped away. "OK, now
it's time to ride the carousel," Sally said. "It's an old tradition in my
family. On your birthday, you ride the big white charger." We giggled
incessantly while standing in line to purchase our tickets. Others began
eyeing us suspiciously as though we were drunk. Was I becoming a
paranoid?
Sally and Darla took positions surrounding me as I mounted the white
charger on the outermost ring. We laughed carelessly as the horses spun
round and round. I think out of all the choices available, the carousel
was my favorite. The ride ended and Darla asked me for the camera. She
snapped my picture while sitting atop the horse. Then, she suggested a
pose and insisted that I assume it. I was to look seductively over my
shoulder while baring the rose tattoo. I was reluctant at first, but in
the end we all did it.
We bought some candy and ice cream and totally pigged out. I was riding
quite a sugar high as the evening began to wind down. "Come on girls,
it's almost eleven, we've got to get back to my house," I said
pleadingly. Darla didn't want to go home. "Girls, if we don't leave now,
I'm going to get in trouble, and I'll never be able to have you over
again. Please!" I begged. Aside from Sam, I'd never really had any
friends before. These were uncharted waters for me.
Finally, they began to follow my lead, though both protested as we
walked. Up ahead, it looked like the same group of idiots from last
weekend. "Stay away from them, they're trouble," I warned. Darla eyed me
as if I was some kind of baby. When we were within fifty feet, the taunts
started. I'd have turned around, but they were standing in front of the
exit for my street. They couldn't possibly have been waiting for us,
could they? I sighed aloud. I was turning into a paranoid. I asked Darla
for her cell phone, just in case. She didn't want to give it to me, but I
was insistent and finally, she did.
Thankfully, the idiots didn't recognize me, but their verbal assaults
continued. Where were the police when you needed them? An acorn of an
idea began growing in the back of my mind. I filed it away for later. As
we continued to stroll, Darla issued some taunts of her own. She told
them all to go "f" themselves. Sally laughed and I just kept urging them
to keep on walking. We began walking down the ramp on the opposite side
not forty feet from where they were standing. I was petrified. Still,
they just remained glued to the ground where they were standing. A
disaster had been averted. My heart didn't resume its normal position and
beat till we were safely locked behind my own front door.
Sally and Darla began giggling wildly. They thought it had been exciting.
I had no idea they were that crazy. Hell, even Sam had more sense in him.
I relayed what had happened last weekend with that same bunch and told
them of the story in the paper and the arrests. That finally seemed to
knock some sense into them. I began to wonder if I should call the police
and warn them that the same group was hanging out and threatening people
once again.
The mood lightened as the girls brought their belongings up to my room. I
pushed my bed into the corner. Tonight we'd be sleeping on the floor in
sleeping bags. I wished that Darla had brought the air mattresses with
her. With the room set up for bedtime, we went back downstairs and sorted
through the movies Darla brought. Mom seemed quite relieved that we'd
made it back on time. I made sure that my left shoulder remained covered
in her presence. We were summoned to the dining room and Mom carried in a
birthday cake. She'd baked it herself. "Happy Birthday Joan" read the
inscription. Darla snapped a picture of us as I gave Mom a joyful hug.
Mom insisted on taking a picture of the three of us. I almost had a heart
attack when Darla handed her the camera. What if she started scrolling
through the pictures? OMG! My heart beat in double time till she handed
the camera back to her. Conflicting thoughts gnawed at my brain. I wanted
to delete the pic of my rose tattoo, yet I wanted to keep it. The
required birthday song was sung and I blew out the candles on my cake.
What did I wish for? If I told you it wouldn't come true. The girls
seemed to be having a really good time. I was happy to have them with me.
I was more than surprised when Darla and Sally brought out gifts they'd
gotten for me. The long narrow package from Darla was opened first. It
contained an ankle bracelet with my name inscribed on it. I wept as I
attempted to attach it to my left ankle. I told her I'd never take it
off. She laughed and replied that I would the next time I put on a pair
of pantyhose.
I opened Sally's gift next. It was a beautiful matching bra and panty
set.
The delicate lace and spandex seemed to be held together with a prayer.
Mom's eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped as I held the bra against my
chest. I hugged them both and kissed them liberally while my emotions
erupted cataclysmicly. I was so lucky to have these people in my life.
We finally adjourned to the living room. It was time to watch some
movies.
When hearing that I'd never seen it, Darla insisted we watch "Shakespeare
In Love". I adored the film. To this day, it's one of my all time
favorites. We went through an entire box of Kleenex before it was over.
Mom joined us for the movie and she loved it as well. It was well after
one o'clock when we made our way up to my bedroom. I smiled remembering
the last time I laid between these two. Darla wanted to download the
pictures onto my computer. Sally and I both pooh poohed the idea. It
could wait till morning.
They both smiled and looked at me curiously as I handed them each a teddy
bear to cuddle. I wondered what Sally had done with the one I'd won for
her. I set my alarm for ten and turned out the lights. We were all too
tired to engage in story telling that evening. We slept in kind of a
group hug. Darla with her arms wrapped around me from the front, and
Sally came at me from behind. Mom checked in on us, but didn't say a word
as she retreated to her own room. It wasn't sensuous touching but, the
mere warmth of their bodies helped me to fall asleep peacefully. I felt
truly loved.
There would be no pre-dawn walks to the beach. I awoke to the sound of my
alarm to find Darla downloading the pictures onto my computer. She
emailed the pics of our shoulders to herself and Sally. I just knew that
somehow, Mom was going to find out. Sally remained spooned behind me.
Damn, the girl sure knew how to sleep. I arose and took command of my
computer for a few minutes. I emailed the picture of my friends and I
standing in front of my birthday cake to Doreen. I found myself wondering
whether or not she'd show it to Dad.
We showered separately. Darla, of course, wanted to join in, but Sally
and I put her off. She was a wild one. Shandy seemed overly excited at
all the commotion in the house so early on a Saturday morning. Sally
asked me if she could take her home. I wasn't sure if she was kidding.
Mom had her own version of a big breakfast awaiting us when we came into
the kitchen. It was just after eleven and we had to be at Aunt Alice's by
noon. It turned out Mom decided to come with us. She was reluctant to let
me go by myself after what had happened last time. The older I got, the
more protective she became.
We all piled into Aunt Alice's car and made our way to the stadium. I had
to admit, I was a little spooked myself. I kept looking over my shoulder
waiting for a fateful tap that never came. By the fifth inning I finally
calmed down. I had Sally on one side of me and Darla on the other. I felt
special! The game while not a repeat of his first performance, was the
next best thing. Sam allowed two hits and no runs as the Waves cruised to
their third victory in a row. Sam's celebrity was increasing with each
passing game. I only hoped his head remained small enough for him to fit
through the door.
We stopped for a bite to eat after the game and with the food consumed,
we headed home. I joked that Sam would be upset at having missed a meal.
When all was said and done, Aunt Alice drove the girls home. I hugged
each of them as if my life depended on it as we dropped them off. They
both told me they'd had a wonderful time. Mom and Aunt Alice were talking
excitedly in the front seat of the car. I did my best to listen in. It
seemed they were going out together again this evening. They were going
out to celebrate our birthdays in their own fashion.
I began to wonder if Sam and I would be able to spend the night together
again. As we neared our house, I asked them both if it would be all right
if Sam spent the night at our house. After a bit of discussion between
them, they agreed. Of course, they made me promise: "no funny business."
I looked at them innocently by way of a reply. I was on cloud ten! This
was going to be the best birthday ever.
"Have you two decided what you want to do for your birthday?" Aunt Alice
asked me.
"Yes, well, I have," I responded. "I thought it would be nice if we all
went out to dinner Monday night," I said to my future mother-in-law.
"Just a nice simple affair with the four of us."
"Well, I'll see what Sam has to say, but it sounds lovely to me," she
replied. We got home just before five. I ran up to my bathroom and
showered again. I wanted to look my best for Sam. I painstakingly applied
my makeup and considered wearing my new pink dress. That was silly, it
was way too formal for whatever we might decide to do. I probably had as
many girl clothes as I did boy's, yet it didn't seem like nearly enough.
I was becoming more concerned about my appearance with each passing day.
It was seven o'clock when I came downstairs. Sam would be over at eight.
Mom was still upstairs getting ready for her evening out with Aunt Alice.
I ran down to the basement remembering something I'd stumbled across when
rounding up the paint a few weeks ago. I smiled as I rinsed it off and
took it upstairs. I furtively put it in the freezer. This truly would be
a night to remember.
Mom came downstairs around seven-thirty. She looked stunning. "Mom,
you've forgotten something," I told her earnestly. She looked at me
quizzically and waited. I replied: "The stick you're going to need to
beat the guys off with." She smiled at me and we fell into an embrace.
Could life get any better than this?
She left at a few minutes to eight and she and Sam said hello and goodbye
as they passed one another. "Sam!" I exclaimed as I ran out the door to
greet him. I ran at him and jumped up wrapping my arms and legs around
him. For a moment, I'm sure he thought I was trying to knock him down.
Finally, modesty got the better of me and I disengaged myself from his
embrace.
"Joan, I've got fantastic news!" he said bubbling over. I looked at him
innocently. "I'm sleeping over!"
"Really? Who invited you?" He took my attempt at humor seriously and
began stammering. "I'm sorry Sam, I was just teasing you and yes, it's
wonderful isn't it? What would you like to do first sweetheart?" I asked
him. I should have known what he was going to say.
"Got anything to eat?" he asked. I laughed and checked the refrigerator.
The cupboards were bare.
"Come on Sam, we're going," I said as I began pulling him out the door.
The corner market would be open. I went over to the deli counter and eyed
the possibilities. Should I just get him a sandwich? I carefully checked
over the selections. Finally, I told the butcher I wanted two pounds of
filet mignon. I was going to cook for my man. By the time I was finished,
it was the fastest thirty dollars I'd ever spent. Sam gallantly carried
the groceries back home. I told him to go and watch TV while I prepared
dinner. He made no objections. At least he was playing with Shandy. The
poor girl hadn't received much attention from me this past week.
I ran like a maniac as I cooked our meal. Potatoes; boiling. Salads;
prepared. Corn on the cob; cooking, broccoli; steaming, steaks; simmering
on the grill, and finally rolls; in the oven. I set the dining room table
and lighted the candles. I wanted everything to be just perfect.
"Sweetheart, dinner's ready," I called to him as I'd hoped to do for the
rest of my life.
"Just a minute Joan," he replied. That irked me a bit, but I bit my lip
and didn't say anything. Didn't he realize I was busting my buns here?
The "minute" turned into two and still no Sam. I was starting to get
furious.
"If you want to eat, you'd better get in here NOW!" I told him. He came
into the dining room whining that it was the bottom of the ninth of some
game and I was making him miss it. "Then go and watch your game! The hell
with you!" I said and stormed out of the room. I sat down at the kitchen
table defeated and started to cry.
He was a step behind me. "Is it that time of the month?" he asked in an
arrogant manner. I almost hit him. It's a good thing there weren't any
plates handy or I'd have brained him. "I'm sorry Joan," he whispered in
an attempt to console me. "I didn't mean any of it." I was tempted to ask
him just what he didn't mean, but I let it go. I tried to recapture the
mood that I'd felt earlier as I'd been making preparations. "You sit down
sweetheart, and I'll serve you," he said with affection. I moved to the
dining room and took a seat at the head of the table. Sam came in
carrying the steaks on a platter and soon had the rest of the meal served
as well.
"You've really outdone yourself," he said as he began eating in a
civilized fashion. My mood was almost back to where it had been before
the flare-up.
"Do you have everything you need darling?" I asked him. I looked over the
table and realized the steak sauce was missing. He wasn't going to say a
word. I got up and retrieved the bottle from the cabinet. He smiled at me
when I put it in his hands. The meal was an absolute delight. This time
Sam ate five of the six rolls available. Where did he put all that food?
There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. With dinner over, Sam cleared the
table and did the dishes.
"That was unquestionably the best meal I've ever had," he said while he
continued cleaning up. I told him that it had been my birthday gift to
him. He smiled at that and told me he couldn't have wished for anything
better.
We soon found ourselves seated on the couch. Darla had left her movies
behind and I asked Sam if he'd ever seen "Shakespeare In Love". He
groaned when I suggested we watch it together. Though, I'd just seen it
the night before, I was anxious to see it again. He finally relented and
I put the disc in the player. I spent as much time watching Sam as I did
watching the movie. He seemed visibly upset when Gwynneth Paltrow's chest
binding was removed. "It's OK darling," I whispered. Sam wept as I had
the night before as the movie continued to play.
"I love you Sam," I whispered solemnly. With the movie over I invited him
into the kitchen and got out the remains of last night's birthday cake. I
placed it on the center of the table and then went to remove the bottle
from the freezer. I'd found an old bottle of champagne behind the paint
cans downstairs laying on its side. I hoped it was still good? I handed
the bottle to him. He asked me how I'd come up with a bottle of
champagne. I just smiled in response and removed a pair of fluted glasses
from the cabinet. He popped the cork with some difficulty and filled both
our glasses.
"To us," he said. With the offering of his simple toast, he raised his
glass to mine and we clinked them together. I didn't know much about
champagne, but the taste was delicious. We sat at the table finishing
both the cake and the champagne. We were both feeling a little tipsy as
we made our way up to my room. I couldn't believe it. I was going to get
to sleep with him again. We each removed our own clothes and crawled
under the covers. The heat emanating from his groin was beyond belief. He
was on fire.
Wordlessly, we assumed positions. He straddled me possessively and caught
a glimpse of my bedside clock. "Happy Birthday Sweetheart," he said
softly as he lowered his body onto my own.
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