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Chapter 13
It's My Life
Monday morning: Labor Day. I laughed as I realized that it would indeed be
a day of labor for me. I left Sam sleeping peacefully and went to get
ready. I stopped off at Mom's just to check on her. I knew Aunt Melissa
wouldn't be there, and with the library closed, I knew there wouldn't be
any way that Mom would be up if indeed she was home.
I fed Shandy, let her out and ran upstairs to check on things while she
took care of her business outside. Her bedroom door was closed. I opened
it tentatively and peeked inside. Her bed hadn't been slept in. Something
else to worry about, I thought as I went back downstairs to let the dog
in.
I hoped that Mom was alright? I also hoped that she had her cell phone
with her. I'd wait till lunch time and try calling her at Dan and
Melissa's. I had to find a way to stop worrying about everyone and
everything.
It was early, but I made my way over to the Inn. There was a beat up old
station wagon parked in the lot. Someone was stretched out, asleep in the
back of the vehicle. I wasn't going to stick my two cents in. It wasn't
any of my business. Perhaps they'd come here in search of a room and too
tired to move onward simply went to sleep in the car. Yeah, right, I
thought and laughed aloud.
It was just after eight o'clock when I stood there trying to figure out
where to begin. If I started in staining the stairway, and Jared showed
up, well then he wouldn't be able to make it up to the second or third
floors. I reasoned that there was plenty enough to keep him busy on the
ground floor, got out my tack cloth and carefully went over the exposed
wood. I was just getting ready to apply the walnut stain when there was a
knock on the front door.
A quick look at my watch told me it was nine o'clock. I looked out the
front door to see a smiling Jared staring back at me. He was prompt, if
nothing else. I recognized the disheveled shape as being the one asleep in
the back of the car. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all?
"Did you sleep well," I asked him giving away that I knew he'd been
sleeping in his car. He laughed and told me he'd slept just fine.
I had to ask him. "Why were you sleeping in the back of your car?" He
looked me over as if trying to decide whether or not to tell me. He sighed
aloud and started.
"I went to check into a nearby motel last night and it seems I had
insufficient funds in my account. While I could have paid cash for the
room, I figured I'd better go as easy on what funds I had remaining as
possible. Any more questions?" he asked with a tone of annoyance in his
voice.
"Just one, what do you mean you had insufficient funds in your account?
Don't you keep track of what you've got?" He laughed by way of a reply.
He told me that "someone" must have wiped out his account yesterday. He
said that he'd never have thought that she'd do such a thing. I couldn't
imagine Sam doing such a thing either, but I'd already figured out that it
would be best if I kept my checking account separate. He sensed my
disbelief and went on.
"Look Joan, there came a point in our relationship where I gave her the
access code to my account. Now, that's the way it is and I really don't
see how it's any business of yours."
OK, the gloves were off. "Well, aside from the fact that you're illegally
parked in the lot and breaking another law by actually sleeping in your
vehicle, I guess it's not really my business at all. Now why don't you hit
the bathroom, wash the sleep out of your eyes and we can get started." He
eyed me with new respect. I made sure that he'd have everything he'd need
to paint one of the downstairs bedrooms.
Those were the only two with their own private baths. When I finished
doing that, I went to the top of the staircase and began working my way
down being extra careful with the oil based stain. Jared didn't spend a
lot of time getting ready and soon began working on the bedroom. I was
glad that a detailed explanation wasn't required.
We worked in silence till there was another knock on the door. It was just
after noon and Sam had arrived bearing gifts. I was starving. I ran to the
door and let him in. He told me he hadn't expected that I'd be working
today. I hugged him and thanked him for coming. It was time to make the
introductions. "Jared, can you come out here for a minute? There's someone
I want you to meet."
He exited the rear bedroom and came out to greet us. His face was covered
with a slight smattering of ceiling white. "Jared, this is my husband Sam
Peters," I said as proudly and as formally as I knew how. "Sam, this is
Jared errr? I'm sorry but I don't know your last name." He laughed and
introduced himself.
"Jared Kingston," he said.
The last name was familiar from somewhere. I wasn't all that worldly, but
I did know a few things about the world around me. "Any relation to
Senator Jared Kingston?" I had to ask. He smiled at me and told me if I
called him "Junior" he was going to belt me. Jared Kingston had been a
member of the US Senate since before I was born. Sam had no idea who he
was and couldn't have cared less.
I could tell that Sam didn't want to like him. He didn't barrage me with
questions though I guessed he was saving those up for a private
conversation later. Jared had an easy way about him. I couldn't imagine
anyone not liking him. Jared recognized Sam's name as well. "You're the
kid that pitched the Waves to their first championship in a long time,
aren't you? Not only that, you accomplished the feat by throwing a no
hitter. I'm impressed."
Sam smiled at him not sure how to respond. I cringed with worry that Sam
would inform him that it had actually been a ?perfect game.' Thankfully,
he didn't take that tack. It was easy to see that he didn't know how to
return the compliment. He thanked Jared for his well wishes and asked him
how he came to be working here with me. Jared openly told him the story
of his narrow escape from marriage yesterday. Sam laughed at that in
understanding which earned him a punch in the arm from me. He went on to
explain our meeting yesterday and told Sam that if Laura had resembled me
in any way, he'd have never let her get away.
I blushed at the compliment and Sam accepted it gracefully. It was time to
eat some food. I gave Sam his full sub, and I opened up my own smaller
one. A moment of awkwardness ensued until Sam took half of his sandwich
and handed it to Jared. He accepted it gratefully.
After lunch Jared showed us what he'd accomplished that morning. He was
putting the finishing touches on the main bedroom and told me he was going
to tackle the attached bath next. He laughed when he said the bath would
be much harder. A fair amount of scrubbing would be required before it
would be ready to accept any paint. We walked back out into the main
hallway and the stain was drying a little lighter than it had looked when
it was first applied. It was perfect.
Sam gave his goodbyes telling me that he expected me home by five o'clock.
I laughed at his statement initially, but then I could tell that he wasn't
kidding. I told him that wouldn't be a problem and I'd see him soon. He
then asked as he kissed me goodbye if I had my cell phone handy. I began
to worry just a bit. Had he seen something in Jared that I'd failed to
notice? I realized that if he had, he surely wouldn't have left me alone
with him. I put those thoughts away and got back to work.
With the stain needing overnight to dry properly, my choice of work
options became limited. Still, there was more than enough to get done. I
filled a bucket with hot sudsy water and began washing away years of
accumulated grease from the kitchen walls. I had no idea why they would,
but I knew my actions would make Aunt Melissa happy. Jared spent the rest
of the afternoon scrubbing out the bathroom.
At four thirty I walked in on him to see how he was coming along. From his
ability to get the job done, it hadn't been a mistake to hire him. He
smiled at the look of awe on my face as I took in all that he'd
accomplished. The room almost looked fit to occupy as it was. Still, with
a fresh coat of paint it would be perfect.
Jared suggested renting a floor sander to get the ground floor bedrooms in
perfect shape. He'd ripped part of the tattered rugs away and the oak
flooring underneath while worn, was worthy of restoration. The upstairs
rooms didn't have wood flooring, so it wouldn't be an overwhelming task. I
told him I liked the idea and asked him if he had any experience in
operating one. He laughed and replied that if he hadn't, then he wouldn't
have made the suggestion.
He then asked me if I had a key for him. I'd forgotten all about it. He
planned on sleeping here this evening. I couldn't help but wonder why a
Senator's son would be in need of a room in a run down Inn in serious need
of restoration. I guessed he had his reasons and decided not to pry. I
eyed my surroundings carefully and reasoned that there really wasn't
anything there for him to steal. I smiled at him hesitantly as I handed
him my key.
"Don't worry Joan, I'm not going to rip you off and, I won't allow anyone
else inside the building at all. I'm guessing you won't be here to greet
me tomorrow morning?" he asked by way of conclusion. For awhile there I'd
forgotten all about returning to school tomorrow. It had been a good way
to spend the last day of summer vacation.
Before saying goodbye I made him promise to keep off the stairway leading
up to the second floor. He smiled again and told me not to worry. I told
him I'd see him at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon and to just keep track
of his hours. He laughed again and told me to stop being such a worry
wart. He ushered me to the door and told me he'd see me tomorrow.
"Oh, wait a minute! My Aunt has been helping out too. If you see a middle
aged lady that has a strong resemblance to me show up here early tomorrow,
that would be her. Please let her in. She knows what has to be done," I
said though even I didn't have a clue as to how to break up the work load
at this point.
At five minutes past five I came strolling in the front door. Sam was
sitting on the couch reading his book. He seemed a little worried, but
didn't let on. "So, did you get a lot of work done?" he asked. I kept
waiting for him to bring up Jared and ask me why I hadn't mentioned him
last night. I was cringing inside cause I really didn't have a good answer
for any of that.
I told him that Jared was a godsend. The work would be finished much
faster than I'd originally anticipated. He then asked me when I was going
to start dinner. He saw the look of annoyance in my eyes and started
laughing. "Dinner is cooking Joan, it should be ready in about half an
hour," he smiled at me like he'd just invented a cure for cancer. I guess
I was a bit taken aback. Here I was expecting him to attack me and he was
being as sweet as could be.
"Our moms are making the salad over at your house," he said and smiled. I
was glad Mom was ok. I'd become so busy at work that I'd forgotten all
about giving her a call. "Why don't you go check on the lasagna and get
yourself cleaned up a bit." Everything seemed bizarrely normal. It scared
me just a wee bit. Still, it seemed everything scared me these days. I was
pretty sure a lot of it had to do with thoughts of returning to school
tomorrow.
I'd never been afraid of going to school before. I'd always looked forward
to the start of a new school year. And now? Well, now I just wanted to
run and hide. I had to put on my brave face for Sam at least. Hell, he was
returning to school almost three months pregnant. I couldn't begin to
imagine how difficult that might be.
I checked the food. The crust was beginning to crisp nicely. To make sure
it didn't burn in the next ten minutes, I turned the oven temperature way
down. I had no idea that Sam knew how to make lasagna. I'd never even
attempted it myself. I found myself singing as I washed my face. "Anything
Sam can do I can do better," well, except pitching a baseball, or being
anybody's husband. I guess we both had our good and bad points. Besides, I
wasn't being malicious with my singing. It was all in good fun.
I finished up quickly and ran downstairs to ask Sam if he was ready to go.
I removed the pyrex container from the oven and covered it with aluminum
foil. With my hands firmly ensconced in oven mitts, and my arms extended,
I began making my way to the front door. "I hope this is edible," I
laughed as I walked past him. He looked like he was going to punch me, but
then thought better of it. My hands were weighted down with a very heavy
casserole dish.
"You want to get the door for me sweetheart?" I stood there waiting
patiently. He was moving as if I'd awakened him from a deep sleep. "Come
on Sam, this is heavy!" I offered a little louder this time. He finally
got up and opened the door for me. I didn't have to ask him to open the
door at my house, he reached around me and took care of it. Everyone was
seated around the dining room table when we walked in.
"So, are you all ready for school tomorrow Joan?" Aunt Alice asked. Was I
ready for school? Not by a long shot. How could I ever go back there? I
couldn't tell if her question had been one of genuine caring or whether
she was attempting to wind me up. Everyone it seemed, was waiting for my
reply.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I had no idea what else to say. What
did she want to hear? That the prospect of going back there terrified me?
That I thought it was all a waste of time anymore? I really didn't think
that. I knew overall that school could be valuable, but there was so much
bullshit to wade through along the way. And yeah, the bullshit I could
handle. Could they handle me?
I put the dish on the middle of the oak cutting board on the table.
Suddenly I was worried whether or not Sam had gotten it right. "If this
dish turns out to be poison, don't blame me," I said and attempted a
shallow laugh. With my hands now empty, Sam did punch me in the arm. I
winced with pain and he simply smiled at me.
"So, how was your weekend?" I asked the room at large. Nothing. "Don't
everybody speak at once," I tried again. We seemed to be a group of
disparate strangers gathered together to share an evening meal.
"It was a wonderful weekend, Joan," Mom said at last. "And yours?" Hell, I
hadn't really cared in the first place. I was just making conversation. If
it had been acceptable, I'd have just run up to my room. Then I realized I
didn't have a room here anymore. I felt like the walls were closing in on
me. I filled my plate with Sam's lasagna and tempted fate.
"Sam, you can cook!" He smiled proudly at my pronouncement. My statement
seemed to break the ice and soon everyone joined in. It seemed they did
indeed have a wonderful weekend. Aunt Alice had gone with Mom and Aunt
Melissa to visit Dan and Melissa. They stayed together in a room at the
local Ramada Inn. I smiled to myself as I realized we'd had two houses to
mess around in and hadn't even realized it. Such thoughts were no longer
of any consequence.
By seven o'clock everything was finished, cleaned, and put away. Sam's
prowess in the kitchen had been proven. I risked another punch in the arm
and asked Sam if he'd really cooked dinner all by himself. He told me that
it had been easy. I agreed with him that it probably was.. I smiled at the
realization. Maybe this would all work out somehow?
"Have you given any thought as to what you're going to wear tomorrow,
sweetheart?" Mom asked me. Truth be told, I'd not been thinking of much
else. I wasn't going to push the envelope and show up wearing an evening
gown. I laughed for no apparent reason and told her I hadn't given it any
consideration. Mom suggested that I wear my jeans for a start. That made
perfect sense to me.
Sam offered that his jeans were all getting a little tight in the waist.
That brought a round of laughter from everyone. I found myself rubbing his
belly appreciatively. It seemed in a sense, we were all in the same boat.
I spent the next half hour explaining all that we'd accomplished at the
Inn and about the hiring of Senator Kingston's son. Everyone, including
Sam (who already knew the story) seemed impressed. "I guess you'd better
figure out how and when you're going to get paid," Mom said and laughed.
They weren't aware that I knew, but I could tell that Aunt Melissa kicked
her under the table.
I went on and told Aunt Melissa that Jared would let her in, in the
morning. She seemed nonplused by my announcement. Then my thoughts
returned to school tomorrow. Sure, I'd wear jeans but what was I going to
wear for a top? What about my hair and makeup? In a sense, that was easy.
Eighth grade girls weren't officially "allowed" to wear makeup. Still,
most did anyway. Should I simply present myself as Joan, or should I dig
deep within my own archives and attempt to resuscitate John?
Just the idea of doing so sent chills down my spine. Maybe it was the meds
that had me worrying about anything and everything? Including my own
shadow! I laughed aloud at the insanity of it all and garnered a few
concerned looks from those in attendance at the inappropriateness of my
behavior.
"Joan, are you alright?" a concerned mother asked me.
"What do you think, Mom?" I asked and began wailing away. Damn, that
hadn't been my intention. To sit here crying like a baby while everyone
around me tried to make me feel better. It was my job to make THEM all
feel better. I brushed the tears away, shook my head violently from side
to side, grabbed hold of the table with both hands and made the honest
announcement that no, I wasn't alright but I would be.
That seemed to allay the fears of the group as a whole, but I could tell
just by looking at him that Sam was worried. He put his arm around me and
pulled me close.
"Come on Joan," he said and pulled me to my feet.
"Where are we going, Sam? Sam, we've got school tomorrow." He laughed.
"Come on Joan," he said a few decibels more loudly and tugged me towards
the door. I shrugged my shoulders in submission and followed his lead. I
felt better as the cool evening air hit me and we put some distance
between ourselves and our parents.
"You think this is easy for me?" Oh no, here we go!
"Sam, I'm sorry, I have only an inkling of how difficult this all must be
for you. I really am sorry. Sometimes I just get caught up with things
from my own perspective."
His voice cut me off before I had a chance to continue. "I'm not supposed
to be pregnant! Even if I accepted my status as a "female," like yourself,
I'm only fourteen fucking years old. This summer, for the first time in my
life, I was truly happy. I made the team! I showed them all what I was
capable of doing. I was no longer just some butch female pretending to be
a guy. I WAS one of them." He paused for a moment and gave it a chance to
sink in.
OK, so I'd become a bit too self-absorbed with my own tales of woe. "Sam,
I've never thought of you as a girl," I said staring up into his eyes
intently. "Hell, I never really thought about gender issues at all as far
as we were concerned. You were always just Sam: my best friend in the
world." I finished up and let my words hang in the air. He looked at me
with a certain sadness in his eyes.
"And now," he began, "now we're going back to school tomorrow. I can feel
the twins inside me now, by Christmas, they'll surely make their presence
known to the world. How the hell am I going to deal with that?" It took me
a moment to figure out what he meant. Then I realized he meant that by
Christmas, there would be no way for him to conceal the pregnancy. "Just
when my life was heading in the direction I'd always dreamed of and hoped
for, this had to happen." He kept walking purposefully. He saw the look
of terror in my own eyes reflected back at him.
"Sweetheart, don't get me wrong. I do love our babies. Maybe even as much
as you do yourself. This is all just so damned hard! How the hell are we
ever going to get through this? Some mornings I wake up and I couldn't be
happier. Other mornings I wake up with feelings of fear and dread.
Feelings that go to the very core of my being. I just lie in bed close my
eyes and hope that it will all go away when I open them again."
We finally arrived on the boardwalk. This was the way I really liked it.
Almost deserted. The revelers having packed up and moved on. Yes, there
was a certain sadness in the air, but I found comfort in that as well. I
pulled Sam close to me forcefully and hugged him for all I was worth. We
stood there like a couple of lost little kids crying for our mommies.
"Sam, we're going to get through this and we're going to get through this
together. We are a team. Perhaps the most important team you'll ever be a
member of. I will be the best mother to our children that the world has
ever known." I said that last bit with such forcefulness, that I had no
doubt that the words were true.
All the words exchanged just made me feel closer to him. We were indeed in
this together. Our problems were exactly the same though on opposite sides
of the spectrum. We stood there hugging for the longest time. Words were
no longer necessary.
Finally, Sam said, "Come on Joan, it's time to go home, we've got school
tomorrow," and he kissed me...
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