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Chapter 16
It's Been Awhile
Thursday morning. I really needed to acquire some more appropriate
clothing for school. Today though, I was going to wear one of my denim
skort sets. It didn't bother me at all anymore. I felt at peace with
myself about everything. Of course, I wasn't living in fantasy land. I
was aware of all the potential dangers waiting just around the next
curve!
"I'm going with you this evening for your appointment," Sam said to me
as we made our way to school. "No, I'm not joining in," he said while
breaking out in laughter. "While you're upstairs getting your head
shrunk, Fred's going to be in the basement showing me how his mixer
works." He seemed unusually happy about the whole thing. I guessed it
couldn't cause any harm. Minutes later we arrived outside the front of
the building. Sam and I stood there holding hands when Charlie O'Brien
walked over.
Charlie was a bit of an idiot, but he seemed harmless enough. "Hi Sam,
Hi John," he said smiling. I thought just a moment about correcting him
then realized that it wouldn't be worth the trouble. "Hey, isn't that
the fire hydrant where you beat the hell out of that kid last year?" he
asked Sam. I could tell that Sam was confused. He didn't know whether
to laugh or become angry. Remembering that occasion vividly did nothing
for either of us. Sam took a deep breath, designed to calm himself
down, and stood there talking baseball with him until the bell rang. I
stood calmly by his side holding his hand as he rambled on and on. In a
lot of ways nothing had changed. I was as invisible now as I ever had
been.
Walking through the hallways, there were jeers and catcalls all aimed at
me, or at least it felt that way. Was I becoming paranoid? The one
thing I couldn't get over: I felt good about myself. I didn't need
"this." I'm not sure why knowing that made it easier for me, but it did.
I had no feelings of hopelessness about anything! Being at peace with
myself made all the difference in the world.
Darla and I shared several laughs as Mr. Baum took attendance. At least
he got my name right this time. I responded in the affirmative when he
called out "Ms. Peters." I wasn't sure if I simply made him
uncomfortable or whether he was more deeply upset than he let on. Of
course, several of my classmates went on with the teasing comments. I
could tell that something ugly was brewing. I guessed that all I could
do was ignore it and simply take it as it comes. My defenses were always
at the ready.
Another school day sped by before I really realized that I was there. I
found myself thinking of just what the seating arrangements would be in
the cafeteria come Monday. Sam was waiting for me outside when the final
bell rang. "You waiting for a walk to another free lunch?" I asked him
upon exiting. He laughed at that and told me he was just waiting for his
best girl. He looked past me upon saying that over to where Shelly
Hazlet was standing and I just had to punch him in the shoulder. He
feigned injury but made no attempt to retaliate.
"Come on, lets go get some fuel for that bottomless pit of yours." He
smiled at me, took my hand and began marching me off in the direction of
the Inn.
"Isn't everything just perfect?" he asked me seriously as we began our
trek. I had no idea how to respond to that. Perfect? Not by a long
shot. Still, things really weren't 'bad'." Hell, all things considered,
I guess that I didn't have any complaints.
We arrived at our destination. Thankfully, the front door wasn't locked.
We walked inside and I listened as Sam oohed and ahhed over the
condition of the stairwell. I shrugged my shoulders by way of a
response.
"If you two want anything to eat, you're going to have to make it
yourselves," Aunt Melissa screamed down the stairs at us.
"Well Sam, there you go. If you want your charbroiled hamburger, you're
going to have to make it yourself," I said while staring him in the eye.
He looked a bit disappointed. But, not so disappointed that he wouldn't
head on into the kitchen and fire up the grill.
"You guys want any burgers?" I screamed up the stairs. They both replied
enthusiastically in the affirmative. It seemed Aunt Melissa and Jared
would be joining us for lunch. It's weird, but I felt more pride in that
stairwell than I did about the rest of the work I'd done on the
building. I gently caressed the banister as I ascended the stairs. I
figured Sam could handle the kitchen and went to check on my employees.
They were both at work in the communal baths. Jared appropriately in the
men's room and Auntie M in the ladies. "You two do nice work! I'm going
to have to give myself a raise!" I laughed aloud.
"We really should be ready to turn this over to the new owners in
another week and a half," I commented. "Why don't you two get cleaned up
for lunch and I'll see you downstairs." With that I washed my own hands
and headed down into the kitchen to join Sam. While he manned the grill,
I began assembling plates. Burgers, pickles, cole slaw, potato salad,
and chips.
"You know Joan? There's something about this place. It just feels like
home," Sam said to me as he continued to work. It felt strange to hear
him say that, but the thing was, I knew exactly what he was talking
about. I had the same feelings for the Inn. With Jared here the work was
going a lot faster. It would have actually wound up costing more if I'd
done all the work myself. I walked up quietly behind Sam and reached my
arms around him. I poked him gently right in the sides. He jumped about
three feet in the air and laughed. I loved him so!
Everyone arrived down at the counter and I seated them and began
setting their places. "You're a natural waitress, sweetheart," Jared
said to me and smiled. I started to get angry when I realized he was
just busting my chops. Sam transferred the burgers to the buns and
carried a few plates out to the counter.
"I can't believe how perfect the floors came out down here, Jared. I'm
sure they'll be able to get top dollar for those rooms." He smiled at me
and told me that had been the plan. "I wonder if they're going to keep
the name: Ryan Inn? It might be time for a change. Jared and Auntie M
shared a secret smile. Sometimes I wondered whether or not I was
invisible. Those who loved me seemed not to hear me as well sometimes.
Was there something about me that caused them to do that? .
Sam finished up his second burger and leaned back on the stool. "Don't
fall over there!" I warned. He laughed at my warning and told me he had
no intentions of falling anywhere. While I did the cleaning up, Sam sat
there and announced to the group at large that his first trimester was
officially over. I guess I hadn't been paying that close attention. How
the hell could I have missed that? I felt as if a huge weight had been
lifted from my shoulders. Aunt Melissa and Jared clasped hands and
smiled into one another's eyes.
With the kitchen all squared away and Sam announcing that he was headed
home for a nap, I went upstairs with Jared and he showed me two of the
bedrooms that were ready to accept paint. Paint: this was how it had all
started. I really enjoyed painting rooms. I had to admit there was more
satisfaction to be had from being in charge of the entire project, but I
really liked painting.
It still struck me as odd that I had a real job. Not just some kid type
of paper route or snow shoveling in the winter, but a real job. By the
time six o'clock rolled around, I had both of the guest rooms painted.
Jared and Aunt Melissa were lost in some kind of private communication.
I had to get home, get some food for Sam and make my way over to the
Raspberry's.
I could smell the chicken cooking as I walked through the front door. I
could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Mom and Aunt Alice were
busily preparing dinner. It felt strange to encounter mom over here at
Aunt Alice's. Sam was nowhere in attendance. Would I rather be home
taking care of things, or was I happier out in the world making a pay
check? Yeah, I could be just as happy doing either, but the need for
funds was there and I had the knack for getting jobs.
"So, how's your Aunt doing with her young hunk?" Mom asked as I walked
into the room. A look of horror swept across my face. "Don't look so
shocked Joan. If anyone deserves a bit of happiness, my older sister
does. Why don't you go upstairs and retrieve your husband," she said and
chuckled. They didn't have to ask me twice. I practically ran up the
stairs and just as I was about to shake him awake, I couldn't help but
stop and stare. He really looked angelic laying there with his arm
wrapped around Josam.
I leaned over, kissed him gently on the ear lobe, and whispered: "Sam...
dinner's ready." He may not have been born male, but Sam Peters was a
stereotypical male if such a thing were said to exist. "Come on you big
lug! We have to eat and get over to Aunt Vivian's."
He got up and stretched his arms wide while making outrageous noises for
all the world to hear. It was almost embarrassing. With his arms
stretched high and wide, I poked him in the gut and made a mad dash for
the door. He was just a step and a half behind. I was careful going
down the stairs. I didn't want to take a chance that Sam might hurt
himself. Maybe I was being overly cautious? It just seemed like the
right thing to do.
We all gathered at the Peter's kitchen table. In all my fourteen years I
couldn't ever remember the four of us together at this table before. It
was almost weird. "So, Joan, how do you like the new school year?" Aunt
Alice asked in a way that I couldn't read. Was she being sincere or
taunting? From the look that mom gave her, I could tell that she wasn't
sure either. I had no desire to confess anything to her, so I told her
that all was as well as could be expected. Mom gave me a look which
suggested approval at my response, and Sam just sat there trying to
decide what to swallow next. I knew he saw everything that I did, but he
never let it get to him the way it affected me.
Dinner finished, I made Sam help me clean up and we made our apologies
to the grandmothers. I couldn't help but smile when I looked at those
two beautiful, relatively young women and thought of them as
'grandmothers.'
All the way over to Darla's, Sam kept talking about how excited he was
to be joining the band, even if it only was in this very limited
fashion. I wasn't really sure how I felt about that. Would he have
welcomed me on his baseball team? Yeah, I suppose he would have, even
if I played like a girl. There was still a part of me that rebelled at
my loss of status. I didn't view myself as weaker than any boy in any
way. I was at least as capable as the next person in anything except
competitive sports, I thought and laughed aloud.
Sam looked at me curiously and asked me just what was so funny. I
responded in a way that left him thinking that I had no idea what he was
talking about. Thankfully, he let it go. We arrived at the Raspberry
home and Aunt Vivian opened the door. She seemed surprised to see Sam
there with me. "Ah, perfect! I was wondering when I was going to get
the chance to talk to the both of you." She said. A look of terror
swept across Sam's face. Both Aunt Viv and I broke out in laughter.
"Sam, the kids are waiting for you downstairs," she said. She didn't
have to tell him twice. I don't think I've ever seen Sam move quite that
fast before.
"You know Joan, it probably would be a good idea for me and Sam to get
together." I nodded in agreement, but I knew the likelihood of that
happening was somewhere south of zero. "So, how's the new school year
treating you?" I could tell by the way she asked the question that
Darla had been filling her in along the way. We went in and sat down at
the kitchen table. Aunt Viv poured us both a cup of coffee. Aunt Vivian
sat there and lit her cigarette. I couldn't remember the last time I'd
had one. The urge, desire, need was more than I could take. I began
rooting through my purse furiously in search of the evil weed. Finally,
Aunt Vivian pushed her pack over in my direction. Contributing to the
delinquency of a minor flashed through my mind. I smiled sheepishly and
removed one from the pack.
I lit it, inhaled deeply and began my tale. "I'm not really sure how
things are going yet. Sometimes I get the feeling that serious trouble
is waiting just around the corner. Most of the people I've come into
contact with have been kind and supporting, but there is a certain
minority that keeps me on my toes. I guess I'm just not as relaxed as I
used to be. I find myself always a bit more alert than I had been in the
past. Never quite sure just what's going to happen next. And some of the
comments people make to me, well they give me pause." I went on that way
for the entire hour. I couldn't believe that I had so much to say on the
subject. Still, I wondered whether my feelings were normal for a teenage
girl, or whether they were a reflection of my beginnings. All in all, I
felt better when our talk was over, so it must be having some positive
effect?
Aunt Viv dismissed me (at least it felt that way) and asked me to go and
ask Sam to come up and talk to her. A nervous laugh escaped my throat. I
told her I'd try and made my way down into the basement. "Joan!!!" Sam
screamed excitedly. "This is incredible! I had no idea that the sound
engineer had such power," he laughed.
"Joan, I'm a bit in awe myself. I've never seen anyone take to the
sound board the way that Sam has. He simply seems to know intuitively
all the right buttons to push and levers to move," Fred announced
proudly. "With Sam handling the sound, we'll have that much more of an
edge. Steve is good, but just doesn't have the natural talent that Sam
seems to have for it."
I was still undecided whether or not Fred was being nice to Sam or
whether he meant his praise. It didn't really matter I guess. What
mattered was that Sam seemed to believe it and he was happy. "Sam, Aunt
Viv wants to see you up in the kitchen," I said softly to him. His
entire body almost seemed to freeze with fear. "It's all right
sweetheart, you go and talk to her and we'll go over the songs one more
time," I said and smiled up at him. He seemed unreasonably nervous. I
assured him he had nothing to worry about and actually walked him back
up the stairs. I told him that I needed to get some more coffee. He was
so wrapped up in his own worries that he didn't examine my motives too
closely.
He took a few deep breaths and went into the kitchen to talk to her. I
thought about following him in and grabbing some more coffee, but I
really didn't want any more. Besides, I thought it might make it that
much more difficult when I actually did leave. I shook my head from side
to side, turned around and made my way back downstairs.
"So, should we go over the songs one more time?" I asked upon arriving.
Fred thought that might be a good idea, but only if Sam was there to
work with us. I was almost glad in a way. I felt like any more practice
of the tunes would be overworking them. We'd be burning up some of the
magic that rested within them. Yes, I know that sounds totally insane. I
was half tempted to blame it on the hormones and began laughing out
loud. I was positive that I was the only one who would see the humor in
the situation.
For the next half an hour we sat there talking and listening to some new
tunes. Well, new tunes as far as the band was concerned. Finally, Sam
came back down the stairs. He didn't seem any worse for wear. "So, are
you three ready to give it a real trial run?" He asked as he came over
to hug me. We picked up our instruments and went at it. Long enough to
go over our three contest entries. Sam seemed to smile wider at the
completion of each tune. It was almost ten o'clock when we decided to
call it a night. I began wondering if I'd ever get a chance to speak
with Darla in private again. It seemed no matter how good things were
going in my life that I could always find something to complain about.
We said our goodnights and I told Darla I'd see her at school in the
morning. "Do you think we'll ever have a home as nice as all that?" Sam
asked as we made our way back to Chez Peters. His question had hit me
from left field. I had no idea how to respond.
"Well, when you make the New York Yankees starting rotation, yeah maybe
we can buy an even bigger home," I said to him. But, I didn't laugh. He
eyed me suspiciously. He decided overall that I wasn't being glib or
facetious. "Sam, I'm sorry. I'm not really sure what tomorrow's going
to bring at this point. I'm reasonably sure that we'll be able to
provide for our family and give them what they need. As for all the
extra frills, who knows?" Still, I thought, it would be nice to have all
the little extras. Then again, extras weren't necessities. I decided
that it wasn't worth worrying about and said as much to Sam. With a bit
of a laugh I started singing: "Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be
there..." He kissed me gently on my right temple as we continued to
walk.
Tomorrow, just one more short day of school. The real fun would begin
next week. Home schooling seemed to be more appealing all the time. Sam
and I even though we were best friends, we'd never really studied
together. I began wondering whether or not we could make the transition
into a team that actually worked together. Sam found it hard to believe
that I could actually have gone to school totally unprepared the way
that I had on Tuesday. I attempted to explain to him that I was avoiding
everything. I kept thinking/hoping that if I just ignored it, that it
would all go away. Of course, it never did. Anyway, I got my name thing
all straightened out. No one seemed terribly put out by my appearance,
though I wasn't sure just how long all of that was going to last.
"Sam, you could really help me out by going over the math with me
quickly, instead of making me suffer with the text going over it all
page by page," I said to him as we went inside. He eyed me carefully as
if trying to decide just how to handle the situation. In a way I didn't
really care, I knew I could figure it all out without his help if need
be. I figured it would be just one more way we could get a little
closer. Perhaps we were already close enough to one another? We went
over problems concerning the binomial distribution. I was slightly
amazed to see that the teacher was going over new material at this
point in the game. It would be harder this year to do better than Sam on
a test and then not let him know about it. I seriously wondered/worried
whether his ego could handle it.
Once again I felt an attack of the giggles coming on. caught myself
before laughing aloud. Not even finished with the first week of school
and here I was assuming that I was going to do better than everybody!
Still, I was determined. If I was going to go to school at all, I wasn't
going to be wasting my time with the effort. And, maybe being in the
same class as Sam would actually be helpful to him. He always loved a
good contest. My being there would help keep him on his toes. Besides,
I'd be able to see if and where he was having any trouble and I could
help him out with it. I know that sounds kind of arrogant, but it's not,
not really. Algebra just seemed so easy to me. Sam was good at it too,
still there were a number in the class who were struggling with the
concepts. I found myself hoping that for their sake as well as ours that
they (or we) would be moved to a different section.
Too tired to look at the pages anymore, I turned off the lights and
reached out for my husband in the dark. I could tell that he was
devising a plan of his own. His plan being: to conquer me. He reached
out with a vise like grip and tried to hold me in place. I slid about
like an eel and bit him playfully on the thigh as he still attempted to
overcome me with brute strength. "Are you ready to give up yet?" I had
to ask. He actually laughed and redoubled his efforts. I slid quickly
between his legs and came at him from behind. At first I thought I had
him totally baffled. After awhile I realized that he was just playing
with me.
I decided to return the favor and gently nibbled on the excess flesh
surrounding his shoulder blades. My hands began massaging where my teeth
had just been. He began moaning in anticipation and appreciation. Slowly
but surely our mouths found each other. Was it really true that we'd
just turned fourteen a few months ago? I felt ageless in his embrace.
As if all the wisdom of the universe resided within me and also like I
was a visitor to this strange and wonderful planet. Here for the first
time and discovering my one true love. I didn't really understand the
connection, but I was so happy that I cried. The tears flowed down my
cheeks furiously as we embraced over and over again.
Finally, he rolled over spent and embraced one of the teddy bears. I
took one last opportunity to nibble on his exposed ear lobe and giggled
softly for him to hear. I love you Sam. I'll always love you.
Goodnight sweetheart. With those few words I closed my eyes and I was
gone... Sleeping soundly, ready to face Friday and whatever it might
have to throw in my path.
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