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Chapter 11
The Magic Bus
The ride home was painful. After almost an hour of waiting the bus
finally arrived. There were a number of fans on their way back home. I
smiled to myself as I listened to the comments they made about Sam. The
general consensus was he was the best they'd ever seen. I did my best to
tune it all out, but I couldn't hide my smile.
A few jerks attempted to flirt with me, jumping in the aisle seat in
rotation. For awhile I thought I was a pawn in somebody's game. I
ignored them one and all and kept my eyes focused on the sights as they
passed. I was beyond grateful when the bus finally pulled into the Ocean
Township Bus Terminal. I stood there waiting next to the driver to make
my escape. The attempts to garner my attention had grown as we neared
our final destination.
At first I'd simply been annoyed. As the "game" continued I found myself
feeling a bit frightened. I'd searched the bus for allies. Everyone was
wrapped up in their own lives. I got off the bus and ran. It wasn't easy
to do in the wedgies, but I managed. I could hear taunting laughter fade
away as I made my escape. I was beginning to think the world was
comprised solely of assholes. I stopped dead in my tracks as that
thought struck home and laughed insanely. I shook my head severely as I
realized that my fears had been groundless.
I lit another cigarette and strode purposefully to the boardwalk. The
Ryan Inn was only a few blocks away from the bus station. I guessed that
that would be an added boon to their business. It seemed to me though
that the bus was the lowest form of public transportation available. I
hadn't felt that way weeks ago when Sam and I made our return from our
honeymoon. I guessed it all depended on one's mood at the time.
The beach and boardwalk were more crowded than I'd ever remembered them
being. People out to get their last chance at a memorable summer
vacation. I couldn't wait till next weekend when the majority of the
crowds would disappear. Sure, it would still be busy on the weekends up
until the middle of October, but nothing like this. The amusement pier
would close after this weekend until next year rolled around. The life
guards went off duty as well with the passing of Labor Day. I couldn't
wait for it to happen.
I stopped at the only Mexican food stand on the boardwalk:
"Francisco's." I bought a couple of tacos and managed to find an empty
bench on the opposite side of the boardwalk. It was positioned perfectly
for staring out to sea. Fran himself had waited on me. He knew me as
John, but didn't recognize me as Joan and the difference in his
attentiveness was clearly evident. I almost asked him if he knew who I
was, but I wasn't feeling very sociable and in the end I said nothing.
I was reluctant to head back home. I didn't want to see any of them. I
didn't want to ask what Sam had said to Aunt Melissa. I knew if I saw
her that I'd be compelled to ask. Not out of any sense of obligation,
but because I really wanted to know. I hated myself for caring. I walked
around for a bit, smiling vaguely at those enjoying themselves and
finally decided to bite the bullet and head on home.
As I walked, I lit my fifth cigarette of the day. For the most part, the
smoke kept people away. Smoking was no longer an acceptable thing to do.
Maybe I wouldn't quit after all? I smiled and realized that I'd never
smoke around my babies. I ached for them to be here. I began wondering
whether my thoughts and feelings were "normal" and vowed to ask Aunt
Vivian about them at the earliest opportunity.
I arrived home just after five to an empty house. I ran across the
street to see if they'd gathered at the Peters'. No one was there. I
went back to our house and checked the messages on the answering
machine. There were no new messages. This was what I'd wanted, wasn't
it? To come home and not encounter anyone. I insanely found myself
worrying about Sam's well being.
I ran up and took a shower in hopes that it would bring me back to a
sane state. It didn't help. We weren't scheduled to practice till seven,
but I got dressed, left yet another note, and made my way over to
Darla's. I was determined to not worry about Sam. I arrived around six
thirty and Darla greeted me warmly. She asked me where I'd been all day.
I told her about the game and she informed me that she wished she'd
known about it. I laughed cynically thinking the only games she wanted
to attend were those that had already been played.
We sat at her table eating some chips and dip when Fred finally arrived.
Darla morphed into another person in his presence. She became more sure
of herself and I could tell that she was simply happy. I genuinely
smiled at and for my friend. We went down into the basement and before I
could do anything Fred corralled me and handed me the bass. He laughed
and said that he had a new song he wanted to work on. Soon he was
playing his adapted version of The Fray's "Cable Car."
The song heavily featured a piano, but Fred's translation to guitar
worked perfectly. In fact, I thought it sounded better than the
original. Damn, he was good. I never felt more alive than I did when
making music with Fred and Darla. We went over and over the three songs
we'd decided to do for the battle of the bands next Saturday. Our
session ended and I was reluctant to leave. I could tell that Darla knew
I was upset, but thankfully she didn't say anything.
In the end she invited me and Sam over for a swim party tomorrow
afternoon. I'd planned on getting some work done, but reasoned I could
start a bit earlier and wrap it up around one. It was after ten as I
made the leisurely stroll home. If history was any indicator of future
performance, I'd find Sam asleep in bed upon my return.
Thankfully, he was exactly where I expected him to be. The hero of the
game hadn't gone out drinking with his friends. I whispered a short
prayer of thanks and went back downstairs. We should have been enjoying
this weekend together I thought angrily. Why was I suffering from all
these damned mood swings? I should have been beyond happy. He'd
accomplished his goal, and now he was home in bed resting. What more
could I have asked for?
I felt neglected and ignored. All the worrying done was mine for him. He
didn't seem to care what I thought or was going through. If I kept this
up I was going to drive myself insane. I went into the kitchen stuck my
head under the faucet and turned the water on full blast. Surprisingly,
it did help to clear my head. I looked a fright though when I was
finished. I didn't care. I dried my face off with a couple of paper
towels and headed back out.
I must have looked like a drowned water rat as I made my way back to the
boardwalk. This was it. The last weekend of summer. I was alone and my
one true love was home sleeping in bed. I quickened my pace and
concentrated on each passing step in an attempt to keep my mind clear.
It seemed to be working.
I felt a bit out of place wearing my sundress among the throngs of
people dressed mostly in jeans and shorts. There didn't seem to be
anything I could possibly do to shake myself out of the depressed state
I'd fallen into. I headed off to the arcade. It was time for a bit of
skeeball. At this time of night the machines were mostly empty. I
laughed as I put a quarter in the slot and the nine balls rolled down in
greeting.
I was even more surprised that my picture holding the check was still
posted up on the far wall just beyond the machines. Not even two months
had passed since I'd won the tournament. So much of my life had changed
in such a short period of time. It was overwhelming. I rolled the balls
carefully up the aisle, but I couldn't do anything with them. In the end
I played three games and hadn't broken four hundred once.
I kept hoping that someone I knew (and loved) would come up and tap me
on the shoulder. It didn't happen. Seventy five cents poorer, I made my
way to the exit. If anything, the boardwalk seemed busier than it had
been when I was there in late afternoon. I tried to absorb a bit of the
joy expressed by those all around me. It wasn't working. I needed to be
alone. I took off my shoes and made my way for ocean's edge.
I didn't care about getting wet and sat a little closer to the ocean
than I'd intended. I shrieked aloud as my ass quickly became soaked by
an angry ocean. I kept hoping that someone would come up and tap me on
the shoulder. Fred? Darla? Sam? Aunt Melissa? No one was going to come
to my rescue.
I moved a bit further up the beach, to that place just before the sand
turned into destructive granules. I put my hands behind my head and laid
down. I stared up at the sky and attempted to make out the stars.
Although it was dark this close to the ocean, the light pollution from
the boardwalk just a few hundred feet away prevented me from achieving
my goal. I longed for autumn when the boardwalk would be darkened and
the heavens would reveal their mysteries to me.
I almost fell asleep on the beach as I laid back with my eyes closed.
With some difficulty I dragged my body to an upright position and made
my way back home. I silently entered our home and tiptoed up the stairs.
I smiled down at Sam. He was exactly as I'd left him. I still couldn't
figure out why I was feeling as bad as I was. Everything, and I do mean
everything, was going according to plan. Maybe I was just worried about
going back to school? I wrapped my arm around Sam and drifted off to
sleep.
Sunday morning and I really needed to talk to Sam. I had to know if he
wanted to go over to Darla's later. It was still quite early as I did my
bakery routine. I carefully examined the dwindling resources in my
purse. Since I'd started the job at the Inn I hadn't been paid a dime. I
didn't even know who I was working for. I'd so wanted that job that I
hadn't really considered how costly it would be to me. The hours were
starting to pile up. I reasoned that twenty dollars an hour for my time
was more than fair. Including the time that Sam and Aunt Melissa had put
in the labor costs alone were already well over a thousand dollars.
Would the owners balk at my fee when all was said and done? I was angry
with myself for not having come up with a contract. If anybody got
screwed here, it would be all my fault. Maybe I could ask my father to
come up with something? It might be a way to help mend the fences that
had been erected between us. I smiled as I figured that most would
probably want those fences torn down. I didn't. Good fences made for
good relationships, or something like that.
I stopped off at Mom's on the way home with the bakery goods in hand.
Aunt Melissa was at the kitchen table as usual. I began to wonder if she
ever made use of my bedroom? I guessed that I didn't have a bedroom here
any longer. I had no place that I could really call my own. Strange
thoughts for a fourteen year old to have, perhaps, but they did bother
me. I just knew that I could make all of that work out--- somehow. I'd
never have to rely on anyone again for financial support if push came to
shove.
"Aunt Melissa! I thought you were going to spend the weekend with Dan
and Melissa?" I asked her when she became aware of my presence. She
smiled up at me as I placed a large piece of cheesecake before her.
"Are you trying to fatten me up for any particular reason?" she asked
and laughed. I wanted to tell her that I had no such plans, but remained
silent. I figured that my silence would let her know that I was waiting
for an answer to my question. She sat there and attacked the confection
with a vengeance. I stood there waiting for a reply. She seemed lost to
the world. Finally, she spoke again.
"Oh, Dan's coming to pick me up around noon." I could tell that she was
upset and it had nothing to do with Dan and Melissa.
Not knowing what else to say and not wanting to pry, I said "Do you want
to talk about it?" It being the eight hundred pound gorilla seated
across from her. She smiled up at me again and read the concern in my
eyes.
"It's just that I don't know what I'm supposed to do now," she said with
a clear sense of bewilderment in her voice. Although nothing had been
said, we both knew what the main topic of this conversation was.
"Have you given any thought to just staying here with us? We really need
you here," I added in an attempt to let her know that she'd be doing us
a favor by staying.
"I've thought of little else," she replied. I ran over to her and gave
her a hug and told her that I hoped she'd always be there with us. In
the short time that she'd been with us, she managed to keep it all
together. I didn't want to contemplate how different things might have
tuned out if she hadn't been around to offer her guidance and support.
"Aunt Melissa, I feel in a lot of ways that I owe everything to you.
Don't look so shocked. If you hadn't been here god knows where Mom would
be at this point. Sam would have had the abortion and I'd probably be
locked in a room somewhere in south Jersey."
She laughed aloud at my over dramatization of events. I told her I
wasn't kidding. "I don't want you to feel that we couldn't get along
without you," I continued, but in fact I wasn't so sure that we could.
She hugged me tighter and kissed me on the forehead.
"I thought you were going to get some painting done today?" she asked in
a feeble attempt to change the subject. I figured we'd covered enough
ground this morning and followed her lead. I told her that I did indeed
plan on finishing the sanding on the main stairwell this morning. She
smiled at me, thanked me for the cheesecake and conversation and told me
I'd better get started then.
I looked briefly out the kitchen window and saw Shandy running about
playfully. She'd probably miss Aunt Melissa as much or more than any of
us would. I went back across the street and ran upstairs to check on
Sam. Damn, that guy could sleep. I reasoned that eleven hours (at least)
had been enough and went back downstairs to prepare his tray. A slice of
cheesecake and a very small amount of black coffee.
I began to wonder if Aunt Alice lived there at all. She was never
anywhere to be seen. For that, I would be eternally grateful. I awoke my
beloved with a kiss. He figured it was play time and attempted to pull
me on top of him. "Sam, I brought you something," I whispered to him and
went to retrieve the tray from the dresser. He sat up expectantly and
waited for me to deliver the tray to him.
"I'd rather have you for breakfast," he said and giggled. It was rare
for Sam to giggle. I found it endearing. We talked for a bit and I asked
him if he wanted to go to Darla's party later.
"Didn't I tell you? I've already answered in the affirmative for both of
us," he said. He'd already done what? Now he was making decisions for
me? He saw the anger beginning to brew in my eyes and laughed. "Relax
Joan, Darla called last night after you left and invited me. She told me
that you really wanted to come. So, I told her that I couldn't think of
a better way to spend the final Sunday of summer vacation."
I grabbed the fork from his hand. Perhaps now was the perfect time to
force feed him some cake? He saw the evil grin forming on my face,
backed up as far as he could and sternly warned me not to dare. I gave
him a look that suggested that I could if I wanted to and gently
delivered the cake filled fork to his mouth. He eyed me suspiciously as
he accepted my offering. We both shared a laugh.
"Sweetheart, I have to go and get a bit of work done before we head over
to Darla's. I'll see you back here around one?" I stated in the form of
a question. Sam had no problems with my plan and told me so. He finished
the cheesecake and rolled over to go back to sleep. He'd left his coffee
untouched. I asked him about it and he told me it wasn't any good for
the twins. My heart melted.
I'd been spending so much time at the Inn lately that it began to feel
like home. I could hear the laughter of the passersby while I worked. I
still had no idea how much they were going to pay me for this job, but I
did know one thing: I was going to miss it when it was completed.
I had the fine sanding finished just after one. Tomorrow I'd be back to
coat everything with a light walnut stain. It would complement the cream
color that Aunt Mel had selected for the walls perfectly. As I made my
way home I had a sense of foreboding about Darla's party. Not sure why
that was. Sam was right. It was the perfect way to spend the last Sunday
of summer vacation.
I put a smile on my face and made the short walk home. I figured maybe
my mind could take a hint. I'm smiling --- I'm happy. I got back home
and Sam was reading his book again. Watching him do that brought a
genuine smile to my face. He told me I was late. I made no apologies and
told him I needed a shower before we headed out. I ran upstairs and
turned on the water waiting for it to warm up before I jumped in.
I wasn't going to be caught unprepared at Darla's this time. I put on my
red bathing suit under my denim skort outfit. Sam told me that since he
couldn't go swimming that I couldn't either. I laughed at his comment as
if he'd made a joke, he didn't join me.
"I'm getting kinda hungry, Joan. Maybe we should eat before we head over
there?" he said seriously. I assured him that Darla, being the perfect
hostess would have plenty of food for her guests to eat. Her guests: I
hadn't even thought about that. Who all would be coming to this party?
Would Sam, Darla, and Fred be the only people I knew there? Maybe that
would be for the best.
Sam and I walked leisurely over to Darla's. The goddess of weather had
cooperated making this one of the best weekends (weather wise) that I
could remember.
"Are you ready for school on Tuesday?" he asked me and stared at me
intently waiting for my response.
"Sam, I'm not only NOT ready for school on Tuesday, I'm not ready to
talk about it." He laughed at that and let it go. I'm not sure whether
or not he knew I wasn't kidding. In minutes we were standing outside her
front door and ringing the doorbell. I guess we could have just walked
right in, but that didn't seem right somehow. Aunt Vivian greeted us at
the front door. I was beyond happy to see her. I was also a bit
embarrassed. I hadn't made an appointment to speak with her in more than
a few weeks now.
She seemed not to notice. She smiled warmly at both of us and hugged us
in turn. "The kids are all out by the pool" she said as she strolled
back into the kitchen. Was I ready for this? Was it too late to turn
around and go home? Why was I suddenly so afraid? Sam showed no
hesitation as he pulled me along towards the backyard. I almost started
pulling back on him as he tugged me forward. Had it not been for the
twins, I'd have yanked myself free and made a beeline for the front
door.
There were about fifty kids traipsing about in the backyard. Half in,
half out of the pool. Fred had all his DJ equipment set up and was
entertaining the neighborhood. There were so many people there. A few I
recognized from school, but many whom I'd never seen before. Where did
Darla know all these people from? Some of the guys seemed a bit older. I
guessed they were friends of Fred's
Darla's dad was manning the grill, and Sam quickly let go of my hand and
like a blood hound, ran off in the direction of the scent. I smiled
warmly at his countenance as he strolled away. Fortunately, there were
no alcoholic beverages in evidence. I walked tentatively about, trying
to put names with faces. The Raspberrys clearly traveled in different
circles. I'd been there ten minutes and I'd yet to come across our
hostess. Then I spied her off in the corner. She was talking with Sarah.
Sarah--- that brought back fond memories.
What really made my stomach lurch was Billy standing next to her with
his arm wrapped around her possessively. I'd envisioned this before in
my mind in some kind of freakish fantasy. Before I even realized what I
was doing, I found myself running towards Sam. He was standing there
with a half pound burger in his hand chatting about baseball with Dr.
Raspberry.
Just seeing him there, chatting amiably with the Doctor calmed me down.
"Joan, do you want a burger?" he asked me as I approached.
"Joan! How's the world treating you?" Dr. Raspberry asked. I studied his
face carefully before replying. I couldn't decide whether he was
taunting me or whether his off the cuff question was simply small talk
The things people say when they couldn't care one way or the other. Of
course, there was also the chance that he was being sincere, but I
didn't buy that one for a moment.
"I'm fine Dr. Raspberry," I told him succinctly. He accepted my comment
as fact. In fact, I realized he didn't really care. He was just making
small talk. I took the small burger he offered me, looked deep into
Sam's eyes, and ushered him away. The good Doctor was there in body
only. His mind was clearly elsewhere.
Sam and I grabbed one of the benches on the side of the pool. Now that
he was finished with his conversation he began seriously attacking his
hamburger. I'd yet to bite into my own when he finished and began
staring at me hungrily. I smiled at him and in an attempt to appease, I
stuck my own burger in front of his face. It disappeared right before my
eyes.
He smiled at me and I smiled right back at him as he took the last bite
from my extended finger tips. I was starving, but not hungry enough to
go back and stand in line waiting for Darla's father to hand me another
hamburger.
What was I going to do now? I really didn't want to be here. I stared
longingly at the patio doors leading into the family room and my escape.
Just as I was about to act on my thoughts Sam shouted out: "Hey look!
There's Billy!"
He dragged me off as if I were a rag doll in their direction. I bit my
lower lip and followed his lead cooperatively. I could do this. Billy
actually stood there with a huge smile on his face. I couldn't believe
it. Had he forgotten how close he'd been to death just a little over a
week ago? Sarah joined in with them as if they were making the most
fascinating conversation in the world. Without saying a word I
extricated myself from Sam's grip on my hand and slowly drifted away.
I headed for the sliding glass doors. This all seemed a bit too fake and
phony for my tastes. I'd almost made my escape when Aunt Viv's voice
called out to me. "Joan! Come here for a minute, will you?" She was now
working the grill. Apparently Dr. Raspberry had made his successful
escape. I walked warily in her direction.
"Joan, could you do me a favor? My husband got called away to the
hospital on some kind of emergency. I don't know where Darla is at the
moment, and Fred's too busy or I'd ask him. Do you think you could watch
the grill for awhile?" How could I possibly say no? After all she'd done
for me. I simply smiled at her and nodded my assent. I knew one person
at least who was in need of nourishment?
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