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A Woman in Full: Sharon's Journey Continues
Part X - Buildup
Jocelyn was indeed still up and working when she got home, and was
glad to take a short break to eat. Sharon recounted the encounter with
Justine Platt.
"Of course I said no," she added, blushing.
Jocelyn smiled warmly, letting her know that it was appreciated and that
her faithfulness, like Jocelyn's, was never just taken for granted.
"Might have been an experience, though," she couldn't help adding. They
both laughed and then Jocelyn went back to work.
She was at it when Sharon awoke the next morning - late, because Jocelyn
had never set the alarm, had never been to bed. She looked worn, now, her
eyes bloodshot and with deep circles under them.
"How on earth are you going to manage at the office today?"
"I'm not. I think I've got them. I have to wrap this up today; I'm
calling in sick and continuing to work."
"Make it a personal day or a vacation day, instead." Jocelyn scoffed at
the idea, but Sharon was adamant. "You can't give them anything at all to
use against you. Your biggest protection right now is that they need to
hold on to you and try to make you play on their side. The minute they
realize they can't do that, they'll toss you over the side and blame you
for everything."
Jocelyn called in at 8:30 and left a message with her secretary that she
was taking a personal day. She then e-mailed Holloran from her home
account the same thing, noting, "I will take this opportunity to bring to
your attention the fact that, for some reason, I still cannot access our
network from home. I put in a ticket on this with IT but nothing has been
done. If you could give this your attention, I would most greatly
appreciate it."
Sharon made them both breakfast and a pot of coffee. The phone rang and
she took the call in the bedroom. It was Beverly Colby.
"I love it," she said. "I finished the novel at three this morning, and I
absolutely love it. You have a wonderfully expressive writing voice, my
dear. If you can meet me for lunch today, we can get down to the nitty
gritty and decide how we want to pitch this thing."
"When and where?" Sharon asked, and got a hearty guffaw in return.
By midmorning, it was obvious to both of them that Jocelyn was not the
only one playing hooky that day. The intermittent report of high heels on
the hardwood floor in the apartment overhead told them that either Alicia
or David, dressed as Deanna, was also at home. Since the latter was much
more likely, Sharon decided to go up to ask her either to keep her
roaming around the apartment to a minimum or to switch to flats.
She hadn't had a chance to talk to either Deanna or Alicia since the note
on Sunday. So, she wasn't sure what kind of welcome she would get. But
the decision to move forward with the suit had cleared her head in
dealing with other things, and she pressed forward.
As she got to the door, she could hear the clip-clop of heels on
flooring. She knocked and the clip-clop immediately stopped.
"It's Sharon," she called softly.
The door opened.
Deanna was dressed in the school uniform, but the skirt was extremely
short, rolled at the waist as parochial school girls had done back in the
day. Instead of the blouse, she was wearing a white tube top, and Sharon
could see the outline of a strapless white bra underneath. White thigh
highs and a pair of Alicia's stilettos finished off the outfit, while the
long blonde wig and heavy eye makeup made her look like a hooker trying
to break the bank.
"An interesting take on the schoolgirl look," Sharon observed, dryly.
Deanna just stared at her.
"May I come in?"
Deanna nodded. Sharon came in and sat down at the kitchen table. Deanna
closed the door and sat down with her.
"I came up to ask you not to walk around in those if you can avoid it.
Jocelyn is home today, working but not feeling well, and the sound of the
stilettos on the wood floor is..."
"Sorry." Her eyes were cast downward.
"You know, you look very pretty when you just wear the plain school
uniform," Sharon said. Deanna shrugged.
"You weren't planning on going out like this, were you?"
This time there was a slight shaking of her head, barely perceptible.
"I'm glad of that," Sharon went on. "Because the only women who actually
dress like this pose on internet sites or dance in strip clubs. Or
worse."
She stopped. Deanna looked like she might cry at any moment.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked at last.
"You, of all people, should know the answer to that. Unless we are
looking for some kind of notoriety, we are most of us terrified of
telling anyone about who we were. Jocelyn had to guess. Most of us have
to be caught."
"But I'm like you. Why should you have been afraid for me to know?"
"Because you were trusting me as a woman, and happy being accepted by a
woman for who you were. Then, your mother approached me, and I was afraid
that if she found out, she would ignore the advice I had given her,
thinking I just wanted you to be like me rather than wanting you to be
your own person."
But there was more. She hadn't ever wanted to be a crusader, a poster
girl for t-girls. She didn't want to have to always be explaining who and
what she was and why she was that way.
"I wanted to simply live my life, just the way you would like to simply
live yours. The big difference is that you, being a teen, haven't quite
figured out what living that life really involves. Well, I remember what
that was like, too."
There was a long silence.
"What about KC?" Sharon asked at last. Deanna shrugged. "She speaks
highly of you," Sharon said. "She loves how you are with Ty, and how you
don't shy away from her because she's a teen mom."
"It must be great being a mom," Deanna said.
"It certainly must be. And I will tell you, that is a heartache we have
to live with. But the question is this - do you hang out with KC to be
with the baby, or to be with KC?"
"Both. Really, it's both of them. They're like this really cool little
package. Ty looks up at me when I hold him, and I love that, he's such a
cute little guy. And then KC is just natural with me - doesn't judge me,
doesn't put anyone down, just talks openly and honestly with me. And..."
"Yeah?" Sharon asked with a smile.
"I think she's really cute."
"I think so, too. Now, what was that part about open and honest?"
Deanna sat and stewed for a long time. Sharon felt for her. But there it
was, the major dilemma of who they each were. If Deanna was really happy
being Deanna, then the longer she didn't share that with KC, the worse it
would be when she did.
If she told her, it might end the friendship. If she didn't, the
friendship would eventually die because Deanna would feel forced to keep
herself hidden away.
"But," Sharon said, "I do have an idea for how you can bring it up that
might help."
"Tom Devon."
"Hi, Tom. Jocelyn. I need a favor. It's big, urgent, and must be kept
completely confidential."
"Is this tied in to whatever you've been doing the past couple of weeks?"
"Yes, why?"
"Word is that Holloran's going ape shit. Dolores told me he went in to
see the head of HR a little while ago."
"Then it's even more urgent than I had thought. Do you know where Kate
DeVries' old files are stored?"
After a long silence, Tom said that he did.
"On site?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"Two boxes. Stuffed."
"You sure?"
"I packed 'em myself. It was kinda weird."
"Doesn't matter. I want you to get them now and deliver them to me
immediately."
Silence.
"Do you want to have an impact or don't you?" she asked. She gave him the
address.
The next half hour crawled by, but both she and Sharon heaved a sigh of
relief when the doorbell rang. Sharon took one box while Tom took the
other into the apartment. Tom looked very unhappy.
"Security started to make an issue of it, but I left before they could
decide what to do," he said. "I already put in that I'm taking tomorrow,
Monday and Tuesday off. Hope you get this sorted out by then, or else my
ass is fried."
"This is my spouse, Sharon," Jocelyn said.
"Oh, yeah, I read...I mean, nice to meet you." He turned red.
"Very nice to meet you, Tom," Sharon said with a reassuring smile.
"The files related to investments are all in Box #1," he said,
recovering. "I mean, just in case you were wondering."
"No need to pretend anymore that you don't know what I'm talking about,
Tom. And I genuinely appreciate everything you've done."
"Let's just hope this isn't a case of 'no good deed goes unpunished'," he
said.
As soon as he'd gone, Jocelyn pried Box #1 open and pulled out a large
batch of file folders.
"Can I help?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah. Make us something really nice for dinner."
Sharon liked that idea and went out to buy some provisions. As she walked
along 20th Street, she could see David and KC talking on a bench in the
park. It looked serious.
"So," he was saying, "I guess what it comes down to is that I understand
real well how Sharon feels, because...I'm kinda the same way."
KC stared at the ground.
He watched her. She looked so sad. And it was his fault.
"Why did you tell me this?" she asked at last.
"Because I always look forward to seeing you, talking to you, being with
you. And Ty, cute little guy. I told you because I really like you, KC, a
lot. And I admire you. And I'm proud that you tell me all the stuff you
do, that you trust me with that. I thought - maybe it was stupid of me -
but I thought that you kind of, you know, liked me, too."
"I do like you."
She sounded like she was going to cry. He was starting to get really
angry at Sharon. But then he remembered what she had said.
"I like you enough to tell you the truth," he said. She looked up at him,
her eyes brimming with tears. That sent him over the edge.
"Oh, shit, KC, please don't cry. I'll never forgive myself if I made you
cry."
And he started to himself. He could feel his shoulders starting to heave,
he pressed his fingers to his eyes to try to hold back the tears. He
could feel his cheeks burning with this final humiliation.
She kissed him on the cheek. It was wet with her tears. He turned and
took her in his arms and held her. They clung to each other until they
had both calmed down.
"You said that you're kind of the same way as Sharon," she said at last.
"What, exactly, does that mean?"
He explained that it meant that he liked being a girl, but he didn't want
to have surgery. He liked the idea of getting attention from boys, but he
had decided that he wasn't interested in boys.
"Sharon's very lucky," he said. "She found a woman who loves her just the
way she is. I hope I get as lucky."
"What if you don't?"
He thought about that long and hard. What if KC couldn't do it? After
all, she was only fourteen, and already with a baby of her own. What if
he never found a woman with the right mix of desires to be able to
compliment Deanna?
"I don't know," he said at last. "But Sharon was 25 before she found
someone. And before that, she was miserable."
"You know a lot about her."
He could see where KC was going.
"We had a long talk after all that stuff that was in the paper. She's
known about me...about my dressing...for a couple of years, now. She even
talked to my mom about it, so that she could accept it."
The wind was picking up. The sky had clouded over. It was going to rain
soon, and people were leaving the park. She started packing up Ty's
things, getting ready to take him home.
"I have to think about everything," she said. "I have to figure out how I
feel about all this. Okay?"
A fat rain drop spattered on the ground in front of them. KC raised the
covering on the stroller and stood up, and he walked her to the gate. As
he turned to say something, the heavens opened, and he ran with her,
pushing the stroller, all the way down to her townhouse.
By the time they reached the house, the rain had become torrential and Ty
was crying. She opened the front door, and he lifted the stroller, with
Ty still in it, and carried it into the hall.
"I love you, KC. That's why I had to tell you the truth. I couldn't live
a lie. I love you."
She was shivering from the wet and cold.
"I have to think about it. Please let me think about it."
Sharon heard the front door and David's bounding steps going upstairs. It
had started to come down really hard as she'd been walking back from the
fish store - she was still looking for a new butcher - and she hadn't
thought to look for David and KC. She wondered, briefly, how it had gone.
She turned her attention back to dinner. It was looking like another long
night, and she was starting to worry about what this might be doing to
Jocelyn inside. Well, at least she'd have a good meal inside her.
The phone rang. Jocelyn had the handset on the table next to her, and she
looked down at the caller ID.
"Holloran," she said. "Shit."
"You going to take it?"
She pressed the button to answer.
"Hello...hi, Brad...yes, I took a personal day today...because I had something
personal to deal with...it's personal, that's why they call them personal
days...I'm taking another one tomorrow...no, I'm sorry, but I'm tied up the
whole weekend...I can be there early Monday, of course...I see...well, if
Randall Platt is going to be there, then I'll need to have Jack Mumford
there as well...I see that, yes, but he's my attorney and I will not attend
the meeting without him...well, if that's the case, the lawyers can decide
how to proceed..."
Sharon could hear Jocelyn's tone hardening and touched her lightly on the
arm.
"...and I'm telling you, Mr. Holloran, in no uncertain terms that I
am the Chief Financial Officer of this company, with a sterling
reputation, and I will not forego my right to have the advice and
representation of counsel in a matter that is pending before the SEC, and
if you have any threats to make to me, please do so in plain English so
that we all know where we stand...no, I didn't think so. Good night, Mr.
Holloran."
"Well," Sharon said brightly as Jocelyn cut off the call. "That went
well."
"'I'm just telling you that I'm the CEO, and it's time you started
trusting the company you work for and started remembering just who it is
who signs your paycheck.' Of course, when I called him on it, he just
backed down. Little chickenshit."
Sharon cleared away some of the paperwork and created enough room for two
place settings. She put out a bottle of white wine that had already been
opened as well as some bottled water.
"Good girl," Jocelyn said. "You know I can't indulge. But I'll be happy
to go on a bender when this is over. And I see you haven't wasted any
time."
"Uh uh," Sharon replied with a laugh. "Only used it for cooking. All I
had was a little sip to taste."
Jocelyn reached over and took her hand.
"I'm just teasing. You've been a brick through all of this, and I'll
never forget it. How did lunch with Beverly go?"
"Fantastic! She loves the book. I signed a contract for her to represent
me in negotiations, for which I will pay her 15% of my earnings."
Jocelyn was thrilled, although she was concerned that Sharon hadn't
brought the contract to her or Jack Mumford to look over.
"Normally, I would have. But you were so bogged down in this stuff, and I
didn't want to bother Jack. Besides, I've been researching the publishing
industry to death, and 15% is pretty much the standard. Besides, she's a
friend of Rod's."
The dinner, filet of sole Francais, was a much appreciated respite for
Jocelyn and she said so. They were just finishing up when the phone rang.
Sharon answered, seeing that it was from the Mumfords.
"Hi, Sharon," Jack said. He sounded serious. "Is Jocelyn there?"
She handed over the phone.
"Hi, Jack...really? When?" Her face fell for a moment before she rallied.
"Okay, thanks...no, I'll be fine. I'll call you as soon as I have
something."
She clicked off and put the phone down.
"What is it?" Sharon asked.
"Jack got a call from the attorney over at the SEC," she said. "They're
issuing Wells Notices. Holloran and me."
Sharon gasped, and Jocelyn turned to comfort her.
"It's just another step in the process. It's almost over," she said,
taking Sharon's hands. "I promise."
It was time to think about what came after. Sharon raised it as gently as
she could and was pleased to see that Jocelyn had been giving it some
thought.
"No matter how this comes out, I'm not going to be welcome in a lot of
executive suites," she said. "If they make me out to be the villain, it's
obvious that no one will want me. But if I come out the hero, they won't
much want me, either. Not the way it has to happen."
"You mean because you'll have shown the company did something wrong, but
you didn't."
"Nobody likes a fink. Kind of a kick in the head to find out that
nothing's changed since fourth grade."
She knew that Sharon wanted her to take some time off. She'd considered
that. But she was by nature a doer, and she needed to be active, always
pursuing a goal.
"Then maybe it's the goal that has to change," Sharon said.
"That's what I've been thinking. Maybe I'll take something in a small or
mid-sized company, where there's actually some creative thinking going
on, rather than one of the behemoths where climbing the pyramid is the
one and only goal. Or maybe something in the not-for-profit sector."
"Sounds great. But you're forgetting the board. What if they're so
grateful to you they offer you the top spot, or COO or something like
that?"
"It won't matter. I've decided. I'm going to find what I'm looking for in
these files or make my report without it. Then I'm going to present it to
the SEC inspectors, and then I'm going to resign."
Sharon blinked. It was all so sudden.
"Don't you think you should talk to Jack, first?"
"I did, this afternoon when you went out to the store. It was actually
his suggestion."
"Well, I'd see how things play out, anyway."
"Yes, dear."
Sharon cleaned up after dinner as Jocelyn went back to work. She made a
pot of tea afterward and settled in for some reading. It was looking like
another quiet night when the phone rang; she got it before it could ring
a second time.
It was Amber, speaking barely above a whisper.
"Hi," she said. "Can I buy you a latte?"
"It's pouring out," Sharon protested.
"I really need to talk to you, and it can't be here."
"Meet you at the coffee shop in ten minutes?"
"You're a doll!"
She hung up, slipped into an old pair of flats and a rain slicker, and
told Jocelyn she was going out to meet Amber. Jocelyn acknowledged it but
that was all.
She was already sitting at a table in the empty shop with two steaming
lattes when Amber came in with no umbrella and her hair all stringy and
wet.
"Stupid umbrella got blown to bits by the wind the minute I stepped
outside. I actually took a cab here."
She then explained KC's dilemma - that while she was thrilled at the fact
that David was so attracted to her, and while she liked him very much and
even thought it was cool that he said he loved her, she could not imagine
herself in a relationship with someone who thought of himself as a girl.
"She's really upset," Amber explained. "She thinks he is the sweetest
kid. When he got all serious this afternoon, she was thrilled. But then
he told her this and now she feels awful. She doesn't want to lose him,
but..."
There was no way to say it gently, or in a way that wasn't potentially
very hurtful, so she stopped and ended with a question instead: "So, what
can I say to her?"
Sharon was stunned. What could she possibly say?
"Because you know this problem better than anyone I know. You've said
yourself how hard it is to deal with, especially at his age. I mean, me,
I want to just tell her it's a stage, it's part of growing up, just go
with the flow and see where you both are a few years from now. She isn't
even fifteen, yet."
But KC couldn't look at it that way. Ty had made her grow up before her
time. She was fourteen going on twenty seven, a young mother who was
beginning to understand a thing or two, including about matters of the
heart.
"She loves him," Sharon said. Amber nodded.
"But she sees you and Jocelyn, and while she knows that you both love
each other, she's trying to see her and David in that kind of
relationship, being regarded as a lesbian couple. She assumes that David
is the exact same as you, but she knows that she is different from
Jocelyn."
They lapsed into silence.
"I really need your take on this," Amber added. "And I really am sorry,
because I know this is the last thing you need to hear after all you've
been through recently."
Her voice was starting to thicken. It was impossible to miss.
"Hey," Sharon said softly, placing her hand on her friend's. "What else
is going on?"
Amber stared at the table. She just shook her head. Sharon waited without
saying a word until the words came out of their own volition.
"I strongly suspect that my darling hubby is playing the field again."
"How do you know?"
"The usual signs. Lots of late nights at times of the year when he
doesn't usually work late, working on a 'project', the specifics of which
are never, ever mentioned and for which there is no discernible output.
Secretive phone calls, a sudden desire to have paperless billing on his
credit cards, the odd lingerie catalogue showing up in the mail addressed
to him."
Sharon asked what she was going to do about it.
"Nothing. One of the hazards of being a trophy wife is that there is a
really short shelf life - I didn't read that part of the label, I guess.
Another is that, unless you've hooked on to a super-rich guy, which I
didn't, his second divorce settlement isn't much to write home about."
Sharon took a long drink of her latte. It was already starting to get
cold.
"And then there's KC," she said at last. Amber gave an ironic smile.
"Yeah. If I divorce the little bastard, then she goes to live with Paige,
the queen of the clueless. I know that should thrill me, but..."
"But you love her."
Amber was trying not to cry.
"Do you know she and I have become very close? She actually came to me
the other night and told me she suspected her father was cheating on me.
Then she hugged me and said that no matter what happened, she and I would
always be close. That's one of the reasons I really would like to see
this thing with David work out."
Sharon decided to move the discussion back to that.
"You said she thinks he's very sweet," she said. "And that's what she
loves about him. The thing is, the very same aspect of his personality
that she loves - his sweetness - is what drives his need to be feminine.
She is trying to separate what is inseparable."
"So, that's it? No chance?"
"No. David's feminine aspect is a part of him; and in this case, it's
actually the part that KC loves. If she decides that she can't accept
that part of him, then by definition she doesn't love him in a way that
can sustain a relationship.
"But I think KC is making two mistakes. David may seem to be a lot like
me, but who's to say that he will turn out exactly like me? I'd say
that's a long shot; there are bound to be differences, and they may be
massive. What's more, who's to say what KC's sexual tastes will be six or
seven years from now? For all we know, she may make Jocelyn look like a
Puritan maiden."
Amber sat speechless.
"So, you agree with me!" she blurted at last.
"Pretty much. Maybe they compromise and she spends some time with David
and some with Deanna. He wants her to respect his feelings, but if he
really loves her, then he has to respect hers, too. Just like she has to
accept all of him, he has to accept all of her. The only absolute I can
see from his perspective is that he needs to be able to express his
feminine self in some meaningful way, because that is part of who he is.
But how that happens? They can talk about that."
Amber stared at her for a long time.
"See?" she said at last. "This is why I knew I had to talk to you."
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