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Chapter 25
I Will
Sam was far more in tune with everything than I'd ever realized. For
awhile I worried that he was just another confused kid. It was pure
serendipity that we found each other all those years ago, albeit in a
playpen with him wrestling me to the ground as often as not. I grew to
love all the more the person that he was becoming. His strength of
purpose, his sense of being, everything about him were things to admire.
Sunday morning arrived and I found myself getting ready for work. I had
two paint jobs to complete before the day was done. The Willitz were at
the top of my list. I figured I'd stop home between jobs and grab a bite
to eat. I found myself ringing their doorbell promptly at nine-thirty.
Mr. Willitz answered the bell.
"Good morning Sir, my name is Joan, I'm here to do some painting," I
said with determination. He eyed me chauvinistically and was about to
close the door in my face when Mrs. Willitz appeared. "You must be Joan!
Please come in. Mr. Hospin has had so many kind things to say about you.
I ignored the poison darts emanating from Mr. Willitz' eyes and followed
Mrs. Willitz inside.
Once again I was faced with a job that far exceeded the sixty dollar
range. These people were going to pay. "Mrs. Willitz, I'll be more than
happy to do this job for you, but I'm afraid it's going to cost $120 for
my time," I said solemnly.
"Whatever it costs, it costs dear," she said and threw daggers with her
own eyes in Mr. Willitz' direction.
Four-and-a-half hours later, I'd completed my task. I always felt good
when I finished a job. Mr. Willitz paid me with grudging admiration. I
handed them a few business cards and asked them to recommend me to their
friends. With a smile on my face I rode home for a quick bite to eat.
The Seaton job was a much more straightforward one. In and out in two
hours time; no muss, no fuss. I handed out a few more business cards and
left with a big smile on my face. It had been a profitable day.
Sunday evening. Mom was preparing dinner. Instead of accepting it as
part of our old routine, I began to wonder if Aunt Melissa was all
right. "Mom, where's Aunt Melissa?" I asked.
"She went to spend the day with her own daughter. She can't spend all of
her time with us, can she? By the way, Dan and Melissa are coming to
your wedding. Melissa seemed especially thrilled by the news." I found
myself subconsciously rubbing my own tummy and smiling. I was certain
that this would be one case of "sympathetic pregnancy" for the books. I
wondered if Aunt Vivian was already working on the idea?
"Mom, if things had to happen as they have, I couldn't have planned it
any better if I'd tried. You've all been so wonderful to me and Sam," I
said with tears in my eyes. She came over and held me in a warm embrace.
"It's going to be all right sweetheart. It'll be good to have the
pitter-patter of tiny feet in the house again. You did know that I
always wanted more children, didn't you?" she asked sincerely.
"So, what's for dinner?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I thought we'd have hamburgers," she said as I burst out laughing.
"Our gourmet cook has run off for the day and you're making burgers, it
figures," I said jokingly.
"You're always welcome to make us something else if you like? In fact,
those burgers would taste a lot better if you made them on the grill and
invited Sam and your mother-in-law over to join us." It was her turn to
laugh.
I agreed that it was a good idea and placed the call to Sam. He and Aunt
Alice would be over shortly. One day Sam would totally surprise me and
turn down an offer of food, I thought and laughed again.
"So, have you figured out how you're going to support your family?" she
asked facetiously.
"Well, I plan on saving two hundred a week until the twins are born," I
said matter of factly.
"It's nice to have plans," she said in a placating tone.
Mom had absolutely no idea how much money I was making. For some strange
reason I still can't define, I felt it was best to keep it that way. In
fact, I regretted my bit of braggadocio. I vowed it wouldn't happen
again.
Aunt Alice must be saving a ton of money on food these days. I couldn't
remember the last time we'd been invited over there for dinner. When it
came to domesticity, Aunt Alice was severely lacking. I found myself
worrying over the stupidest of things. Aunt Alice had asked me to call
her "Mom." I just didn't feel comfortable (for reasons unknown) doing
that.
They walked in while I was in the backyard firing up the grill. I ran
inside the moment I saw Sam heading for the gin bottle. His behavior was
beginning to be cause for concern. I wondered how much he was drinking
when I wasn't around to stop him. How was I going to handle this? Like
it was some kind of cutesy joke? Should I "out him" in front of the
parents? That would just piss him off. I decided that after dinner we'd
do a little online research and I'd show him the effects of "fetal
alcohol syndrome."
With the four of us in attendance, I made enough burgers for six. I had
no idea how many Sam would be eating these days. I reasoned that if he
was going to be putting anything in his body, food would be best.
Dinner passed uneventfully. The "Moms" were more into next week's
wedding than I would have imagined. I took that as a good sign. "Aunt
Alice" became upset when I called her that. I explained that if I called
her "Mom" while Mom was there, it could get rather confusing. She
accepted my explanation and let it pass. I knew that wouldn't fly the
next time I was over at their house. I guess it was one more thing I'd
have to get used to.
With dinner over and everything put away, I ushered Sam up into my room
and performed a google search on my computer. Sam became quite upset
when he saw the graphic photos of newborns suffering from fetal alcohol
syndrome. The pictures of those poor babies suffering sent chills down
my spine. He promised me then and there that he'd not touch another
alcoholic beverage. I hoped that it was a promise I could count on.
Sam's "friends" were known to tip back more than a few bottles of beer
during an evening's celebration after a victory. I had to keep him away
from those gatherings, somehow. Oh, how I wished the babies were in my
care. I laughed as I reasoned that it would be one sure way to get me to
stop smoking.
"So there it is," he said matter-of-factly. I gave him the confused look
he was attempting to elicit. "The scene of the crime. Want to go for a
ride?" He asked as he pulled me towards my bed. I actually went into
panic mode.
"Sam, we can't do this here, now! Our mothers are downstairs!" He
laughed and pulled me down on top of him. He was too damned strong for
me to resist. "Sam please!" I begged. "We'll have plenty of time for
that next Sunday," I promised. I gave him my best pleading look. He
wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me to him. I slowly
forgot what I was worried about as he teased me with his tongue. I
finally came to my senses. "No, Sam! You have to learn that no means
no!" He released me with a look that said I was breaking his heart. I
knew there was no way I could perform with our Moms just fourteen steps
below.
"What are they going to do, ground us?" he said and burst out laughing.
I couldn't help myself. I started laughing too. It was a special,
memorable moment. I rolled off of him and gently rubbed his tummy. With
my hands and my tongue, I gave him the release that he craved. I had to
"shush" him a few times as he began writhing out of control. I
vicariously experienced that same magical satisfaction. It was glorious.
Sam and I made our way back downstairs. Both of us wearing identical
"shit-eating-grins." I could tell that both Moms knew exactly what we'd
been up to, but thankfully chose to ignore it. The evening broke up
early and Mom went into the sewing room to work on my gown. I told her
I'd join her in a few minutes, that I had to call Darla first.
I had to ask her how Sarah was making out with my old job. I was
surprised when she told me that she hadn't heard from Sarah in a few
weeks now. I knew she was interested in Fred, but was Darla actually
changing sides? I didn't pursue that line of questioning. She asked me
how many bridesmaids I planned on having. I hadn't really given it any
consideration. I asked her if she thought that Sally would help out.
Darla promised to call and ask her. I figured that Melissa would
probably fill-in as well. This entire affair was getting more
complicated all the time.
"We'll have to go shopping for bridesmaid dresses and soon!" She
exclaimed in anticipation. I laughed and promised her that we'd have it
all taken care of by Wednesday. Then she asked me who she was going to
be paired off with for the wedding. I sighed and told her I had no idea
who Sam had in mind for best man.
"Don't worry Darla, Fred's going to be there. You'll never have a better
chance than this one. I hope it all works out for the both of you. I
then told her that I had to go and help Mom with my wedding dress. We
said goodnight and I promised to call her tomorrow evening.
With all that had been going on I doubted that I'd have much time to get
any painting done this week. Still, I knew if I didn't take those jobs
that someone else would. I decided to schedule as many of them as I
could for the upcoming week. I was a glutton for punishment.
With that thought in mind, I began making phone calls. Forty-five
minutes later I had six jobs lined up for the week. That was enough. I
got off the phone and ran down the stairs. I didn't want Mom to get
angry with me.
"Well, look who's finally decided to show her face. And how is the fair
princess?" she asked sarcastically.
"I'm sorry Mom. I had to call Darla and line up some work for the week.
I was as quick as I could be," I told her.
She actually seemed to be somewhat understanding. Wonders never ceased.
She had the frame of the dress already cut out and assembled and had me
try it on. It was beautiful! I liked it just the way it was, but Mom
promised it would look so much better when she was done adding the lace.
There were tears in her eyes as she had me turn this way and that. A
brief moment of confusion swept over me as I realized the significance
of it all. Could I really go through with this?
"Mom, what's going to happen after Sam and I are married?" I had to ask.
"What do you mean sweetheart?" she inquired.
"Well, is he going to move in here? Am I going to move over there? Are
both of you going to throw us out on the street? Are we supposed to just
continue on as we are?" I was overloaded with questions.
She actually laughed as she told me not to worry about it. She didn't
dismiss my questions, she admitted that they were good ones, but she had
to sit down with Aunt Alice and work everything out. I asked her if she
thought Melissa would agree to be a bridesmaid. Of course, she threw my
question back at me and told me the only way to find out was to ask her
myself. It was just then that the three of them came walking in the
front door.
"Oh Joan! I'm so excited for you!" Melissa squealed as she ran up to me
and gave me a hug. Had everyone lost their minds? Damn, this was
supposed to be a happy occasion, yet I felt the only thing missing was
the shotgun. Not that I didn't want to marry Sam, I did. It just seemed
like there was too much pressure from every direction.
Melissa and I chatted for a bit. I explained to her that I only had two
girlfriends and asked if she'd please fill in as a bridesmaid. She
laughed and told me she was hoping that I'd ask. "Joan Peters, that does
have a nice ring to it," she said and smiled. I turned bright red and
agreed with her that I liked the sound of it too.
Dan meanwhile sat in front of the TV watching ESPN while drinking a
bottle of Budweiser. I didn't even know we had any beer in the house.
The four of us "girls" adjourned to the kitchen. I put on a pot of
coffee and we began to make plans for next Sunday. The questions were
fast and furious. How many people would be attending? What about food?
Booze? Entertainment? It was closing in on eleven o'clock by the time we
wrapped it up. It was decided that we'd order food for fifty, and get
beverages accordingly. The Joan and Sam freight train was speeding
towards its destination. Thankfully, it wasn't out of control.
By Wednesday, I had all my painting jobs done for the week. I went and
told Mr. Hospin that I was going on vacation for the next week and a
half. I'm not entirely sure why I just didn't tell him the truth.
Perhaps I was afraid that he'd think less of me had I done so. The
marriage license had been easier to obtain than I'd thought it would be.
It seemed having the "mayor" preside over one's wedding helped grease
the bureaucratic wheels.
By Thursday's end, all systems were go. The "bridesmaids" managed to
find suitable dresses at Macy's. No, they weren't formal wedding attire,
but they were appropriate and would serve the girls well for future
functions. Fred had agreed to do double duty as
videographer/photographer as well as handling DJ responsibilities. I was
so glad that Sally was going to be part of the celebration.
Sam asked Billy to be his best man. I wasn't too thrilled about that,
but what can you do? It was his wedding too. Dan of course would escort
Melissa and Jim, remember Jim? (part of the old gang.) He would serve as
the final groomsman. I wasn't sure which of those two I disliked more,
Billy, or Jim. If nothing else, I'd gain more experience interacting
with others my own age as Joan. I had no qualms about seeing those
idiots again.
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Sam actually asked if he could
skip that Saturday's game, but the coach told him if he wanted to be
part of the team that he'd better be there. I guess that was for the
best, well at least as far as the "Waves" were concerned. Although Sam
hadn't been scheduled to pitch, he was called upon in relief to save the
game. This was the first time in county history that the Waves had an
undefeated record this far into the season. Sam himself was setting his
own records. No pitcher had ever gone this far with a zero-point-zero
earned run average. Rumor had it that major league scouts were coming to
the games. I found that a bit hard to believe. After all, he was only
fourteen years old... and pregnant! I laughed insanely at the truth of
it all.
Finally, the big day arrived. Although I hadn't spent Saturday evening
with Sam, he assured me that he'd not had a drop to drink. I believed
him. He told me that he had to go out with the guys, you know, an
impromptu bachelor's party. He was crazier than I was. We were a perfect
match.
It was a gorgeous summer Sunday. I'd spent Saturday preparing the
backyard. Everything was glistening and ready for the upcoming ceremony.
Aunt Melissa bought the wedding cake at Belle's Bakery. It was a
beautiful three-tiered cake with white frosting. I surveyed the
situation one last time and went inside to get ready. Something old: I
laughingly put on a pair of jockey shorts; something new: a sparkling
pair of chandelier earrings courtesy of cousin Melissa; something
borrowed: Mom's antique pearl necklace; and something blue: a piece of
ribbon tied in a bow around my right wrist.
I felt beautiful. My gown seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. The guests
began to gather in the backyard. There were more people there than I'd
anticipated. I nearly fell over when I saw Dad and Doreen in the
backyard among the guests. Who the hell had invited them? He seemed to
be happy enough. Could I go down there and face him dressed as I was?
"Mom!" I screamed. She came running into my room. "What's he doing
here?" I asked pointing out the window.
"Now just calm down Joan. Everything's going to be all right." She said
and waited. I began shaking uncontrollably. Not a month ago the man had
kidnapped me and threatened to send me to military school. Now he was
here to attend the wedding of his fourteen year old "daughter?" I
camethisclose to fainting. Mom and Aunt Melissa kept me from collapsing
on the floor.
"Joan, you're going to have to see him sooner or later," Aunt Melissa
said. I had but one question with regard to that assumption: why? I
looked closer and noticed that he was talking and joking with my
grandparents. I truly had stepped into the Twilight Zone.
"But, I thought Grandma and Grandpa hated him?" I asked in a confused
state.
"They did honey. It seems they don't dislike him quite so much now that
he's an ex-son-in-law." Aunt Mel continued. This was all too much for me
to handle. I sat down on the bed and began hyperventilating. What next?
I half expected to see Sam's erstwhile father in the company of Sarah.
This was more than I could handle. I so wanted to go to the bathroom and
soak my head in the sink. With my makeup already on and my hair just so,
that would have ruined everything. Even a damp sponge would have ruined
it all.
Aunt Melissa came to the rescue with a double shot of bourbon. She
forced the glass to my lips and insisted that I drink it. I nearly spat
the contents all over myself as the foul elixir hit my taste buds. I
managed to get a swallow of it down and pushed the glass away being
careful not to spill any. Aunt Melissa shrugged her shoulders and
quickly downed the rest of the whiskey.
"Come on sweetheart, it's time to go. Everyone's waiting..." Mom said as
her voice trailed off. Suddenly I felt like I was at a Halloween party
and I was in contention for best costume. I stopped in the kitchen
before heading outside. I poured myself a shot of gin and drank it
straight from the glass. I began to feel a bit woozy as I made my way
into the backyard.
As if by magic, the traditional wedding march began to play. I thought
this was supposed to be a small intimate gathering? There must have been
seventy people there! Yes, I know, a small intimate gathering means
different things to different people. My father grabbed my arm as I
slowly made my way down the makeshift aisle. Perhaps we should have had
a rehearsal? I locked my eyes on Sam. He was smiling down at me!
Finally we arrived at the small platform and I ascended alone. Sam stood
there straight and tall in his tuxedo. The sun bounced off his angelic
visage. I began to calm down as he took my hand in his own. The mayor
began her magical pronouncements. Before I knew it I was saying "I Will"
in response to Sam's own. Then, he grabbed me in his arms and kissed me
theatrically. It was over, we were now officially husband and wife.
I began nervously twisting my wedding band. It had taken on new
significance in the last fifteen minutes. This really was a bit
overwhelming. A line formed and people came up to greet us one-by-one. I
didn't know half of them. They all seemed to know me and Sam though.
Fred continued taping the entire reception line procedure. He was really
outdoing himself.
Grandma and Granddad were the last in line. I was totally numb by this
point and simply hugged them both as they wished us well. There wouldn't
be any time today to get to know them better. With the greetings
completed, Fred put on some soft background music as everyone headed for
the bar. Aunt Alice and Aunt Melissa had everything under control in
that department.
People who I didn't even know kept coming up to me and telling me what a
lovely ceremony it had been. I smiled at them all and thanked them
politely. Finally, my Father and Doreen came over to me. Doreen looked
radiant. She also looked as though she'd give birth at any minute. We
hugged like sisters as she told me how glad she was that they'd been
able to make it. I wanted to ask her what she'd done with my father and
just who was this pod-person standing next to her, but that would have
to wait for another time.
My Dad looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Joan, I'm so sorry," was
all that he said. I told him that it was all right and that I was so
glad that he had been there for my special day. The party began to get
into fifth gear.
Darla became Fred's eager assistant. Billy was a bit annoyed thinking
that perhaps he'd have a chance with her. Ha! Talk about going from bad
to worse; from Sarah to Billy? Thank God for small favors. Thankfully,
Billy hadn't said two words to me. We had nothing to talk about. I
simply didn't understand Sam's friendship with him. I guess it was the
love of the game (baseball.)
My husband came and escorted me into the middle of the dancing area.
Since neither Sam nor I had a particular song in mind, Fred chose one.
Soon Paul Stookey's "The Wedding Song" began to fill the air. I'd never
heard it before, but the sentiments were absolutely perfect. This was
the first time I'd ever attempted to dance while not leading. OK, so I
hadn't had a lot of experience as it was, but still, I'd never gone at
it from this direction before. Neither Sam nor I stepped on each other's
toes. If he had, I'd have killed him. I loved my white patent-leather
pumps.
The song finished and everyone applauded as if we'd just taken first
prize in the All-American Dance Contest. We smiled at them all and took
our seats at the center of the wedding party's table. It was time to
make the toasts. A roar of laughter ensued as Billy had absolutely
nothing prepared. Fred, once again, came to the rescue. It seemed that
one of Fred's many jobs was actually performing DJ services at weddings.
His tuxedo was clearly no rental. I can't recall his exact words now,
but his toast was sheer perfection.
I was so proud of Sam! He lifted his glass of ginger ale and joined in
with us all. To show my support for him, I refused the champagne and
opted for the ginger ale as well. The cake cutting ceremony was also a
tender moment. There was no cake shoved in anyone's face. We each fed
the other with affectionate loving gestures. I couldn't imagine being
any happier than I was that day.
"So sweetheart, what's the big surprise? Where are we spending our
honeymoon?" I asked impatiently.
"You'll see," he said and kissed me tenderly...
***
Thus, "Joan's Room" comes to a close. It's going to be awhile before I
begin posting chapters of Book Three (as yet untitled.) I'd like to take
a moment and thank all of you for your kind wishes and thoughts. I hope
you've had at least half as much fun reading this as I've had writing
it. And, I have to admit, for myself, it was a lot more than simple
"fun." I hope you'll all be back to read "Book Three."
Peace be with you.
Always,
Darla...
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