Trench Coat Surprise
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Love seemed so beautiful then. I felt as though I was the only person who actually understood it. When I thought of Mom and Dad and how tense they looked all the time, I thought that they couldn’t possibly understand this wonderful feeling I was having. Sometimes I thought that no one else in the whole world could understand how wonderful and precious John was to me. I knew he wasn’t perfect or anything, but I felt perfect when he held me or kissed me or did other things that my parents would be furious about if they only knew.
I smiled thinking about it and gazed at the ring on my finger. I knew it didn’t cost that much, but I would rather have this fake ruby red ring from John than the biggest diamond from anyone else — especially that creep Walsh. Lanny Walsh – I shuddered thinking about him. He had asked me out last week to drive around with some friends of his. He said they might go to the target range and shoot at tin cans.
Even now I could see the tall weirdo dressed all in black and wearing that long trenchcoat. What a strange guy. His friends were even worse. They all wore trenchcoats like they were some kind of uniform or something. I wouldn’t go out with Lanny for a million bucks. Not him or any of his other creepy friends.
I sighed. Part of it had been my fault. I shouldn’t have sat with him at lunch. He had been sitting all by himself and I felt sorry for him. He wasn’t a bad looking guy and so I sat down. He looked up from his food and smiled at me. He had a beautiful smile, straight white teeth, and such deep blue eyes. Before I could even think about it, I was smiling too and we started talking. He was fun to talk to. I couldn’t believe that he liked Eric Clapton too. I almost forgot how ridiculous he looked in that stupid trench coat.
But everything changed when his friends sat down. I could see his chin quiver and then get firm. It was the kind of firmness my Dad’s chin gets before he heads out the door to his law office. I always think of it as the preparing-for-tough-work look. Lanny had it now. His eyes were different too. He wouldn’t look me straight in the face anymore, but would sort of glance at me quickly and then look away.
Lanny and all his friends wore trench coats. They looked like aliens from some sci-fi movie when they strolled down the hallways at school or sat at a bench in the cafeteria with their coats dangling on the dirt streaked linoleum. As I sat with my back tense and rigid, I felt this shiver creep up my spine. I couldn’t pinpoint why I felt this way. Now I would call it a premonition, but at the time I simply felt jittery and my stomach hurt.
I believed that people shouldn’t judge each other by how they dress or how rich they are. Lanny came from a rich enough family. His dad was a pilot or something. And I didn’t mind those trench coats that much. It was something else that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
‘Hitler’s birthday is coming up. We need to do something special for that.’ The tall boy beside Lanny spoke. I thought his name was Bill, but I wasn’t sure. I thought it odd that he would care about Hitler’s birthday.
‘We are – remember?’ said a small boy across from Lanny. The boy had black hair and dark eyes and he glanced at me with this penetrating stare before looking away.
‘Watch what you say, Kyle,’ Bill told him. ‘You don’t know who may be listening.’ He jerked his head in my direction.
Something was going on that they didn’t want me to know about. Instantly, I became curious. ‘Hitler was a murderer and a coward,’ I said loudly and jerked my hand nervously. It hit my spoon so hard that it clattered to the floor.
As I bent to pick up the utensil, Bill said, ‘He was a hero. He tried to make the world a better place.’
‘By killing all the Jews?’
‘No. By cleaning the world of human trash so good people could survive.’
‘I call that murder!’
‘I call it justice.’ Bill leaned over and glanced at me with a smile painted on his pimply face.
‘You’re sick!’
‘And you’re dead!’ Bill pointed his finger at me like a gun and said bang. Then he blew on the end of his finger as though he were blowing away smoke.
I grabbed Lanny by the arm of his coat. ‘Do you think like this?’
Lanny smiled weakly at me. ‘Lots of things happened in the past that seem bad because historians make them look that way. Hitler did a lot of good for the German people.’
I felt my hands shake.
‘We’ve talked enough about this,’ Bill said as he touched Lanny’s shoulder. ‘Remember what the boss said.’
‘Loose lips sink ships – pretty cliché if you ask me. He almost acts like Hitler.’ Lanny mumbled these words so I could barely hear him.
‘Hi there students.’ The voice came from behind us and we turned at the sound. The principal, Paul Hammond stood smiling with his sparkling white teeth, thinning blond hair and blue eyes. ‘Lovely day today isn’t it.’ He put his hand on my shoulder and I squirmed at the touch. I had this problem with my personal space. I only liked certain close friends to touch me.
‘Isn’t lunch about over. I think you kids might want to get ready for your next class.’ He pulled his hand away and I relaxed.
‘Sure,’ they all mumbled.
I pushed away from the table and stood up. As I strode away, I felt a hand on my elbow and that was when Lanny asked me out. As I turned, he stopped for several seconds as though he didn’t know what to say. Then he blurted it out. ‘Um. Judy would you like to go to a movie Saturday and then maybe we could go for a drive in the mountains and I can show you our special private target practice that we use to shoot at tin cans.’ The words came in a rush as though he had been planning what to say and wasn’t comfortable talking to me.
I smiled and pulled away from the hand on my elbow. ‘That is so sweet of you to ask me Lanny.’ I smiled again hating to lie. ‘I’m busy with my mom that day — sorry.’
He walked away with shoulders pushed in and head staring at the floor. I could hear his shoes scuff against the linoleum as he disappeared around the corner.
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