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"Hello?" ...[pause]... "He can't come to the phone just now, Ginger; I'm
making his lunch. Can I help you?" ...[longer pause]... "Oh, yes, I
remember, he mentioned it last week. This Saturday, you say... What time
does it start?" ...[pause]... "Oh, that's much too late, Ginger; that's
almost his bedtime. And when does it end?" ...[pause]... "Oh, good gosh,
no! He won't be able to keep his eyes open. And he can't drive. How
would you two get there? And how would he get home?"...[pause; Mommy's
face darkens]... "Of course, I know he's twenty-two, Ginger. I'm his
mother. And being a mother makes me responsible. So I have to say no.
It's just way too late. You have no idea how pouty and cranky and
disobedient he gets the next day when he's up too late. And he has
Sunday school at eight in the morning and I won't have him yawning
during practice for Mrs. Matthews' children's Passion play---they've
been working on it in the church basement for weeks and Tommy plays a
little angel who stands in the back holding a shepherd's staff, and in
the last scene he gets to walk to the front holding the staff on his
upturned palms and present it to the little boy and girl who play Jesus
and Mary. He's so cute in the costume my housekeeper Gabriella made for
him. It's all white and made out of organza and tulle! Next time you
come we'll have him model You won't recognize him.
...[slight pause]... What's that, Ginger?" ...[longer pause, with
numerous attempts to interrupt]... "No, no, it has nothing to do with
you, Ginger. Of course, I trust you with Tommy. I can tell you're a
nice, responsible girl, and very mature. It's Tommy. I don't want him
subject to bad influences at his age. We're Christians and we have
strong family values. I won't permit him attending a rowdy rock concert
where the performers scream out swears and boys do nasty things they
shouldn't and even many of the girls---not you, of course---but many of
the others act wild and lewd. Why, Mrs. Connors, who lives next door and
I've known for thirty years, told me her cousin Agnes went to a concert
like that years ago and saw three demons hovering in the air above the
stage!" ...[longer pause; more failed attempts to interrupt]... "He can,
too, make decisions, Ginger! Did he tell you that? That's nonsense and
Tommy's fibbing! We're a close family and there's nothing 'sick,' as you
call it, about a boy talking things over with his mother about what he
can and can't do." ...[pause]... "Well, you're entitled to your opinion,
Ginger, but no one else thinks I'm babying him! In fact, you might be
interested to know that Mrs. Matthews and our minister visited several
weeks ago and complimented me on my parenting skills. 'A loving
relationship and Tommy's so lucky,' those were their exact words, and
'Every boy should have a mother as caring as you!'" ...[long pause]...
"And no, you can't speak to him now, Mindy. I told you, he has to eat
lunch and then it's his naptime."...[pause]... "What? Yes, he's right
here in front of me listening to every word, and you'll be pleased to
know he's wearing the same cute outfit he wore when you were last here,
the one with the over-the-shoulder back straps and the big 'smiley'
buttons and the appliqu? on the bib of a little girl in a bonnet with
her pail next to her digging in the sand with a little shovel. He looks
adorable. Gabriella dressed him in it and told me how surprised and
delighted you were when you saw him. She told me Tommy was so proud when
you told him he looked darling and bent down and kissed him on the
cheek. How sweet of you! You must be very good with children... It's not
every day an attractive young lady stops by to visit Tommy. I wish I
could have been here! I hope it wasn't too dull for you, with Tommy
confined to his playpen. He can be a little trying and tedious when he's
tired after his 'lunchies.' And I suggest you don't take everything he
tells you too seriously. Like all little boys, he exaggerates and likes
to tell stories. Gabriella told me you and she had a pleasant chat after
she put him down for his nap."
...[long pause]... "Well, that's very nice of you to offer, Ginger. I'm
sure, if she's anything like you, your little sister will make an ideal
babysitter. How old is she?" ...[slight hesitation]... "Thirteen? Well,
Ginger, to be honest, that's a little too young for a babysitter for my
son. Tommy can be a handful, you know." ...[pause; Mommy rolls her eyes
but doesn't betray any hint of irritation to Ginger]... "No, he's not
'socially isolated,' as you call it. Where did you get that idea? Did he
tell you that? Tommy should not be using big words like 'socially
isolated' when he has no idea what they mean. Besides, he's fibbing
again. Tommy has church school on Sundays with lots of playmates, and
I,ve scheduled playdates for him three times a week with little
neighborhood girls. That way, Gabriella can keep an eye on all of them.
They have loads of fun playing dolls and dress-up and having tea
parties. These are boys and girls who are more appropriate as playmates
for Tommy at this stage of his life. He's just not ready for dates with
girls his own age, what with all that trash and sex they have on their
mind every second. Maybe in a few years when he matures but not now...
Oh, my! Now Tommy's upset. He gets so embarrassed when people talk about
him! He just stamped his foot, Ginger. And I can see he's balling up his
fists for a Mr. Tantrum... Now he's crying. Oh, dear, dear! And he was
so happy and relaxed before you called." ...[short pause]... "No, no!
Ginger, I'm not blaming you. How would you know how testy and irritable
the boy gets when he's constipated and hasn't had his daily bowel
movement on the potty. He's usually very regular but for the past few
days his BMs have been very small, like tiny, brown balls, two and three
at a time. His pediatrician, an old friend of mine, Dr. Doris
Higginbotham over on Tulip Street, you probably don't know her but she
has a funny saying that always makes Tommy laugh---'Beans! Beans! And
more beans---keep a mean baby clean!'---and I'll have to stop by
Heavitt's later for a bag of lima beans, which are his favorite. I'll
give him an extra big helping during din-dins tonight. That should make
him happy. Oh, he gets so very cranky when he doesn't have good BMs."
...[longer pause]... "Yes, that's true. It's best you not call this
number, Ginger. Nosey little ears like his like to eavesdrop and he just
gets so upset listening to grown-ups talk about him even when they're
saying nice things. I'll text you my cell phone number and we can have a
nice chat in private later."
...[pause]... " What's that?" ...[long pause; no attempt to interrupt
as she listens; a smile appears on Mommy's face]... "Oh, yes, Ginger, of
course, I understand. No, I'm not the least bit upset. I understand
fully." ...[pause; Mommy's smile broadens]... "No, no, his feelings
won't be hurt. And you shouldn't feel guilty. You visited him once,
Ginger, and Tommy was so excited he babbled about you for days! How many
other busy, popular girls your age would take the time to visit a boy
like Tommy as you did? He's not exactly a boy all the girls are beating
down the door to meet."
...[Chuckling at her own wit, Mommy pauses to look at her defeated son
in front of her---a picture of dejection. He stares at the floor, his
narrow shoulders are drooped, his eyes are swollen with tears, and---
like every other disappointed little boy dressed in a pink shortall that
screams sissy---his tremulous lower lip is puffed out over his upper;
'he's just so cute!' she thinks]... "Yes, of course, he'll understand."
...[long pause; Mommy's tone suddenly hardens]... "Oh, that's too bad,
Ginger. Did he ask you to buy the extra ticket?" ...[pause]... "He did?"
...[pause; Mommy fixes her abashed son with a severe glare; Tommy shifts
uneasily from one foot to the other and back as his petulance slowly
gives way to fear]... "That was so naughty of him. Oh, my, you should
have talked to me first, Ginger, before buying him a ticket. Well, you
needn't worry. That little stunt just earned him a date with Mr. Paddle
upstairs across my knee."
...[pause]... "Oh, no, no, no, Ginger, it's not your fault. I'm glad you
mentioned it. I'll sort it out with you afterwards. How much was it?"
...[pause]... "Good grief! That much! Well, I know one sad little tyke
who lives on this on this block at # 4463 who won't be waiting Saturday
mornings for the jingle-jangle of the 'Mr. Frosty' truck coming down the
street. No more running outside with the other children clutching his
allowance in the palm of his little hand and buying a chocolate fudge
ice cream cone from the Mr. Frosty Man. Instead, he'll be donating his
allowance every week to his mommy to pay her back for reimbursing a
certain sweet girl named Ginger for a certain ticket she bought for a
certain naughty little boy who never got to use it and never will!"
...[She gives Tommy the same supercilious grin she always does when she
wins another easy victory over the hapless boy. Suddenly, however, Mommy
sits up alert and listens intently; Ginger is telling her something
important]... "What's that? Say that again. Really, now! No kidding?"
...[Tommy's ears perk up. Should he dare to hope? If he can only get out
of the house and go out with Ginger! He looks up into his mommy's face
for some sign. He sees the corner of her tight lips twitch; her grey
eyes stare fixedly at him betraying nothing of what she's heard; and her
brow furrows. His hopes soar only to crash a moment later. He watches
the triumphant, smug grin spread across her face and a familiar
merriment dance in her eyes. She almost seems to levitate when she knows
she has foiled his designs once more. She finds it amusing to dangle
liberty before him and then snatch it back just before he can grasp it,
to keep him her prisoner. It's the kind of satisfaction a cat must feel
cornering a mouse and knowing it can't escape]...
"Oh, what luck, Ginger! That's such welcome news. Of course it won't
save Tommy a trip over my lap this afternoon but it will leave him more
excited each Saturday when he hears the jingle-jangle of the 'Mr.
Frosty' truck." ...[Turning to Tommy but making sure to keep the phone
close so Ginger can listen as she lectures him in the self-consciously
didactic tone a parent often uses with a small child guilty of some
harmless offense but who won't escape punishment]... "Well, Tommy,
you'll be pleased to learn that there's a strong, handsome young man
living around the corner from Ginger---a young man, by the way, Tommy,
who can live all by himself and is mature enough not to need a mommy to
watch over his every move. Ginger tells me she has had an interest in
this boy for a long time, ever since grade school, in fact, and now this
boy has finally reciprocated her interest and has his eye on her, too."
...[raising the phone back to her mouth to address Ginger]... "It sounds
to me, Ginger, like the proverbial match made in Heaven."
...[back to Tommy]... "Well, as luck would have it, Tommy, Michael---
that's his name, Tommy; such a manly name, isn't it?---Michael asked her
to go to the rock concert Saturday night. She begged off knowing she had
promised to go with you. But now she knows you're too little to go, she
can say yes to Michael who would have been her first choice anyways if
she hadn't pitied you so much. Well, that's that! I always say,
everything works out for the best... Ginger's happy with her new beaux.
Michael's certainly happy with her. And Tommy's happy in his nappies
playing with Gabriella and his Barbies. All's well that ends well!"
...[Mommy raises the phone again to speak to Ginger]... "Oh, by the way,
Ginger, that's another reason Tommy can't go Saturday night. I'm going
out myself on a date and I've already asked Gabriella to babysit. It
wouldn't be fair to call her at this late date and cancel; she's so good
with Tommy getting him nappied and ready for beddy-byes. And he loves
playing dolls with her!" ...[pause]... "What's that? Yes, thank you, I
will. William's a bit stodgy but very proper, and he's a good role model
for Tommy. In fact, he'd make him a very fine daddy---very firm and
serious and no-nonsense, the perfect man to keep Tommy on his toes.
William and I are attending the church social Saturday night at St.
Martin's. And, by the way, same to you, Ginger: You, too, have a nice
time at the concert. You deserve it after all you've done. I'll be
thinking about you. Call me Monday with all the exciting details. Oh,
first dates can be so much fun when two people like each other. I'm so
romantic, just a little girl at heart myself! I can see the two of you
Saturday night---a pale, misty-eyed girl swimming in the arms of a dark-
and-handsome stranger and the strong, masculine man protecting his girl
at the rock concert from roughnecks and those awful motorcycle with
tattoos! It sounds so romantic! I'll tell Tommy all the details after
you call. I know he'll want to hear all about it."
...[long pause]... "What's that? You'll be at work Monday and can't
call? And then there's the holiday picnic by the lake on Tuesday? And
Wednesday's your soccer tournament. Oh, dear, dear, yes, of course, I
understand, Ginger. 'Busy! Busy! Busy!' That's life for popular girls
nowadays, isn't it? 'Busy! Busy! Busy!' for girls like you and 'Bean!
Beans! Beans!' for boys like Tommy... You just go out and have yourself
some old-fashioned girl fun and don't you worry about an old prissy
worry-wart of a mommy like me. No need to call! And don't give Tommy a
second thought. He's just fine here with me and Gabriella."
...[sudden change in Mommy's tone of voice]... "Stop that, Tommy! I'm
sick and tired of your attitude. ...[to Ginger]... "I think he whispered
a swear under his breath." ...[to Tommy]... "You just turn around,
mister, and march yourself up to the bedroom and be quick about it.
Pronto, do you hear! You can sit on your time-out stool in the corner
facing the wall and wait for me. There'll be no lunch today, buster, so
naptime will be extra-long, do you hear me? Now start marching! You've
earned yourself not just a spanking this afternoon but a visit to your
potty-room for a soapy mouth wash. Imagine, Ginger, a naughty word in
front of his mother! Shameful! And no more pouting with that lower lip
stuck out like a big whale, Mr. Potty-Mouth. When I'm finished, you'd
better be wearing your happy-face with a big smile on it, or it's back
over my lap 'til you do. Do you hear me?"
...[turning back to Ginger]... "Yes, bye, Ginger... I'm sorry you had to
hear my tirade at Tommy. He can be difficult when he doesn't get his
way. Please come visit us if you can... Tommy just loves to see you! And
have an enjoyable time at the concert Saturday night with your
boyfriend. We'll all be thinking about you!"
***
...[Strangely, the two women don't ring off; they stay on the line but
don't speak. Mommy's face stays tense, alert... Waiting...
Listening... She hears Tommy as he pitter-patters in his slippers up
the stairs and down the hall; she hears his bedroom door close quietly.
She walks to the foot of the stairs to make sure he's in his room and
not eavesdropping. Satisfied, she returns to her seat in the parlour and
whispers sotto-voce into the phone]...
"Well done, Ginger. It worked perfectly. You should have seen him.
Crushed like a fuckin' bug... His male pride not just in the toilet but
flushed down the sewer... Perfect! I'll call in about a month or so. By
then he'll be settled back down doing his baby-thing, masturbating up a
storm in his playpen and starting to forget. We can set up another
'visit' like the last one. Just a 'surprise pop-in' like you were in the
neighborhood and decided to drop in. It's best I be gone and only Gabby
be here, just like last time. He's too fuckin' shy and scared around me.
Plus, Gab and you make a great team---it was pure genius, that savvy,
classic move with Gab ducking out of the room to give you time to set up
that 'conspiracy-with-little-Tommy' bullshit... It worked like a charm.
And to think he thought he'd be 'rescued.' Fuckin' laughable, what a
gullible little sucker he is... I'll send the check. Look for it in the
mail by next Tuesday. If you don't get it call me on my cell. You were
great, honey... So sweet and innocent! So fuckin' believable with that
'Oh-I'm-so-concerned-about-Tommy' routine. It's all that practice with
dumb Johns, kiddo... A real bitch, girl, a real ball crusher! That's
what you are! 'Talk to you soon."
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