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The relief Kelly enjoyed during her afternoon at the spa vanished as soon
as Brooke pulled her charcoal-gray Benz into the driveway of Kelly's
house. More than a dozen cars crowded the circular drive and spilled over
onto the street, suggesting that more than thirty of her relatives waited
inside. The ordeal that Kelly had evaded for a few hours seemed worse for
the delay, now that it loomed near.
Katie chortled in the back seat, "This is going to be fun!"
Fun???
Katie laughed even louder when she noticed Kelly's dread.
"We weren't popular in High School by accident. Just sit back and let Big
Sis do the driving. They won't know what hit them."
Just inside the front door, Brooke and Katie nudged Kelly behind them.
Side by side, Brooke and Katie led the way into the living room where
nearly a dozen of their relatives sipped drinks and snacked on hors-
d'?uvres brought by various guests.
Brooke totally ignored the silence and the stares that greeted them as
they entered the living room. Instead she walked right up to two of her
age contemporaries, Erica Metz and Allison Cirillo, and greeted them with
hugs.
As Katie stepped up to complete the ritual, Brooke proclaimed, "La Dolce
was great! You guys should have come. We had the best time."
Allison tossed her straight brown hair, then objected, "Didn't you get my
voicemail?"
Brooke shook her head.
No wonder La Dolce had an opening!
Brooke then noticed Erica and Allison stealing glances at Kelly.
"Yes. That's Kelly. She spent the whole day with us. She's a complete
doll!"
After that endorsement, Erica and Allison had little choice but to
include Kelly as well. To their credit, they barely blinked before they
each briefly wrapped their arms around Kelly.
"We should go back there for Little Sis's wedding. They have a bridesmaid
package, and an exclusive bridal shower area. What do ya think, Kel?"
Did Brooke just add me to Katie's wedding party?
"Sounds like a plan to me."
Katie pulled out her iPhone and began showing pictures she had snapped
throughout the day. Kelly could see Erica and Allison relax as images of
Kelly interacting with Katie and Brooke flashed by---sometimes relaxing,
sometimes goofy, other times simply posing in La Dolce's lavish
facilities.
Slowly, other young women drifted toward the living-room fireplace. In
short order, Kelly found herself freely chattering away in a group of
twenty-something women. A couple of the women were not exactly
comfortable with Kelly; but once Queen Bee Brooke had declared her
allegiance, the younger women mostly followed her lead.
With Kelly established among her peers, Brooke left the group to
cultivate the older relatives.
As she worked the room, Kelly glimpsed how perky little Brooke could
thrive in the whirlwind of greed that brokers called a "trading pit".
From overheard snatches of conversation, Brooke seemed to have shifted
topics to emerging investment opportunities. Much to Kelly's surprise,
many of the middle-aged men seemed be edging their way into her orbit.
Kelly openly gaped at the spectacle.
Katie giggled. "No one told you, have they?"
"Told me what?"
"That Big Sis is really good at her job. Last winter, Brooke traded on
her own account after reading some of the oil futures reports from her
brokerage. Uncle Rob and Joe Metz also invested in some of her positions,
probably because she pestered them into it."
"Big Sis turned out to be mostly right, and they've made a killing. You
know that S-class Benz she drives? Brooke bought it with her own money.
And you should see her new condo!"
"Anyway, most of the family don't really know what to make of her. I'm
sure they think she's a fluke. But, they sure as hell want to pick her
brain."
Just then, Brooke proclaimed in a voice intentionally pitched to be
overheard, "Why don't we ask Kelly?"
Kelly glanced over to see Brooke beckoning her over to a group of six men
that ranged from late-middle age to retired senior citizens.
What is she doing? I can see how Brooke thinks she can influence Uncle
Rob and Joe Metz, but the blue-hairs would probably seek business advice
from Jenna Jameson before listening to me.
Way to help the self-esteem, Kel. Comparing yourself to porn stars is
better than Prozac!
As Kelly cautiously walked over to the group, space cleared between her
Great-Uncle Ned and Brooke. Ned loomed over Kelly, despite his snow white
hair and more than seventy years. His swollen hazel eyes bored into her
from behind thick, distorting lenses: as if he were an etymologist
examining a previously undiscovered specimen.
Rather than waste time with pleasantries, he abruptly announced, "My
California friends tell me the housing bargains are in Arizona right now.
What can you tell me about it?"
"Well, my boss is screaming at us to acquire more paper, but the market's
nothing like last year."
"So my friends are right."
"I don't think so. Prices in Vegas have collapsed. The Phoenix market is
dead. While Tucson isn't nearly as bad, we've definitely cooled off. All
the California players are chasing deals in New Mexico, and on the Texas
coast."
Kelly took a deep breath, then added, "They're like locusts looking for
their next meal."
Joe Metz offered, "She could be right. Krugman thinks we're in a housing
bubble. The weird thing is, most of the Austrians agree."
Ned Johnson thundered, "That's not what Greenspan said in the Journal.
And Bernanke just told Congress that the fundamentals are fine."
Kelly replied, "I know my boss wouldn't like me saying this, but I think
the only people in good shape are the ones flipping the paper."
Walter, Ned's younger, but still white-haired, brother demanded,
"Young...uh...lady, how long have you been in the business?"
"Nearly two years."
"And, before that, you did web marketing. In school you studied Sports
Management. As a freshman, you wanted to be an engineer--I remember,
because you asked me for advice..."
"Have you learned how to stick with anything, yet?"
Kelly looked up boldly at him through lashes that had been gently curled
at La Dolce, "Only a fool insists on playing a game that's already
broken."
Walter retorted, "Or fixing something that doesn't need to be fixed."
Brooke quickly intervened, "Fer gosh sakes, Kelly's a mortgage broker,
not the Tool Time girl!"
The heretofore silent Ray Reynolds deadpanned, "I think we can all agree
with that."
Completely undeterred, Brooke insisted, "Then you should listen to her,
because she's making sense. I dumped my oil options because the price
keeps going up no matter how much the Saudi's increase production. Gold
has zoomed from $600 to nearly $1000 per ounce, in the last five months.
The Dow just hit 14,000."
Brooke sequentially looked every male face in the eyes, then concluded,
"The speculators have run amok. You are well-advised to get out of their
way--unless your goal is to lose a lot of money."
Brooke turned to Kelly, and hooked her arm through Kelly's bent elbow.
"Sweetie, I need a bathroom break. Will you show me the way?"
After the two young women had exited through the archway and entered the
nearby hallway, Brooke burst out, "Idiots! They can't see the truth when
it's staring them in the face!"
"Don't worry about it, Kel. People like that end up punishing
themselves."
And how many others?
Despite Kelly's cynicism, she had nothing but gratitude for Brooke and
Katie's attempt to run interference for her. Kelly could not imagine what
she would have done without them.
* * *
Brooke's setback by Ned Johnson and his sycophants did not deter her.
Without bothering to stop in the bathroom, Brooke sent Kelly back to the
group of young women in the living room, assuring her that Katie would
be 'there' for her. Meanwhile, Brooke floated throughout the Johnson
house.
Chatting in the security bubble created by Brooke, Kelly had no direct
knowledge of what Brooke's campaign accomplished. She could only see its
effects. First Kelly noticed increasing numbers of people circulating
through the living room, with thinly disguised pretexts (such as warming
themselves up in front of the fireplace) to inspect "the transsexual" for
themselves.
Slowly, a few of the high school girls had joined Kelly's circle. Mostly,
they were too shy to talk directly to her, but their body english clearly
conveyed they approved of Kelly's appearance. Belatedly, Kelly realized
that nobody in the house was younger than 16; while the young adult
contingent seemed unusually well-represented for a pre-Christmas weekend
gathering. Apparently, everyone had left "the kids" at home; but the
younger crowd had arrived in force, not wanting to miss a family
fireworks display.
More than an hour later, Brooke returned to drag Kelly to the downstairs
rec room to be her partner in a billiards game against some of the guys.
While Brooke leaned over a difficult shot at the table, Adam sidled up to
Kelly.
"What the hell did you do to Brooke?"
Kelly shrugged.
"When you were gone, Brooke was one of your biggest critics. For example,
she used to say you'd be perfect to play Arnold's part in a "Junior"
remake."
"The whole house is talking about it. One of the guys suggested Brooke
is a closet lesbian and that she has a crush on you. Of course, no one
really believes that."
"Have you heard about her?"
Kelly nodded.
"Richard told me that her firm brought in a couple of analysts from
Boston, and they started calling her Theo Madison."
Kelly's months at the Wrigley allowed her to recognize the reference to
Theo Epstein, the 27-year old Boston GM that had ended the 88-year Red
Sox title drought.
Brooke, meanwhile, had started a run at the table.
"All the women were wondering what the hell was happening at La Dolce.
The smart-money said that Brooke would eat you alive. You have no idea of
the shock-wave that tore through the hen population when she called you a
'complete doll'."
"Mom has been beaming all night. And a bunch of the blue-hairs cornered
Sara in the kitchen. They didn't look too happy."
Serves her right! I hope they handcuff her to that damn stove.
"What about the guys?"
"Most of them think you're hot. And that completely freaks them out. I
can understand where they're coming from..."
Adam's cheeks and neck flushed when he realized what he had said.
Kelly, laid a soft hand on his forearm and said, "Don't worry about it
Adam. I'm happy you told me the truth."
Brooke happily chirped from the table, "Hey girl, finish them off!"
Kelly strode over to the table, cue in hand, and quickly pocketed two
easy shots to end the eight-ball game.
After lining up two new (male) opponents, Kelly prepared to break.
Suddenly, she recognized that playing pool without putting on an
"indecent" display would be difficult. The two earlier shots had been
easy, but now she needed to used a much more forceful stroke. She could
not just splay arms and legs in random directions. Nor could she
heedlessly lean over the table without thinking about how much cleavage
she was showing off.
Glad I'm not wearing a skirt.
After breaking, (much less effectively than Jason usually managed) she
considered the problem as she read the table.
Hmmph, Brooke has carefully manufactured these "games". Jason grew up
with a pool table: everyone knows I can play. Brooke is letting me show
that "Kelly" is still an effective individual. And, a young woman can
hardly play pool without putting on something of a display. Sure these
guys are relatives, but they're also guys. They can't help but notice.
God, Jason was completely wrong about her. Brooke's a freak'n genius at
social games.
Kelly gained confidence as her pools skills came back to her. When the
other team shot, Brooke tended to whisper a joke and the two would start
giggling. She regularly said things like, "Way to go girl!" or "Girls
rule!". I'm sure that's more of Brooke's social messaging. She's pointing
out how I act far more like her than any of the guys.
Just after Kelly missed an eight-ball shot, Brooke told her, "Adam has
really backed you up all night. But, I heard Kyle ask Pete, 'what's it
like living with her?' Pete told him, 'Like an alien abducted my
brother.'"
Kelly winced.
"Pete did say that you were very 'girly'."
Kelly glanced over at Pete, who sat at a card table playing UNO with two
other teenagers. "I'm not surprised. Pete's had a harder time with me
than Adam."
"This week, I answered the door when thee of Pete's friends came to pick
him up. As Pete went out to their car, one of them asked who I was, and
Pete told him, 'one of my relatives.'"
"He's in his last semester at Ellison. I guess he has to wonder how long
it will be before someone finds out--and how much crap he'll end up
taking."
Brooke answered, "Most of the blue-hairs worry about the same thing.
'What will my church group think?' and 'We don't deserve this kind of
embarrassment,' are a couple of the things I've heard."
"What about the working adults?"
"They don't seem to care, unless they have children--tweens and younger.
Then they wonder what kind of 'influence" you'll be."
Kelly scowled. "That pisses me off. The last thing I'd do is 'recruit'
anyone. I wouldn't want anyone else to have my childhood."
Brooke inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry."
An immediately apologetic Kelly answered, "That's not what I meant. And
you're more than making up for the past right now."
They hugged.
Kelly emerged from the hug, only to see a number of the guys in the room
looking curiously in their direction. A couple of them looked in Adam's
direction, who shook his head while simultaneously turning up the palms
of his hands.
Display window drama turned real. Good luck figuring that one out!
Rather than explain, Kelly stepped up to the table and sighted down her
pool cue.
Women often accuse men of being emotional 'Helen Kellers'. That's not
fair. How are they supposed to understand games that we don't allow them
to play?
What a fucked up world.
* * *
The relatives began drifting away around 9 o'clock. A few of the young
women made sure to give Kelly a hug before leaving, and some even sent
contact information to her phone. Most of the young men, and her older
relatives, had little to say. Apparently, they needed more time to
process what had happened that night.
Brooke and Katie stayed until everyone else had left, almost as if they
had appointed themselves co-hosts for the evening. Brooke and Katie
hugged Kelly intently in her parents entryway. After Katie's let go,
Kelly clasped Katie's hands in hers as if she were reluctant to let go.
Katie looked as if she would break her lips with her huge smile, then
chirped, "Merry Christmas!" and walked out the door.
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