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Just like that, no how are you, no how was Christmas, just, "Johnny I don't think we should see each other any more."
I disagreed with that completely and told her so.
"We were getting too serious Johnny, and you are too young,. This is the way it has to be."
"What do you call what you are doing now if it's not ruining my life?" I argued.
She was crying now and I was too.
"I'm sorry Johnny, I really am."
Then she hung up.
Happy New Year Johnny Pulaski!
I think people have always thought I was mature for my age because I didn't talk much. I never talked much because, like my father, I was a basically a shy person. When I hit puberty I thought I could change that and it would help me with women. Well, those days were over. I withdrew into my room and spent the rest of the holidays seeing how miserable I could be. My folks tried to talk to me but my dad was helpless in his own shyness and my mom was ill equipped to deal with a heartbroken teenage boy. She was a relentlessly pragmatic problem solver, but the problems she excelled at didn't involve relationships. Even the Moose took a stab at it. But Katrina had thought all along that this is where my relationship with Rachael would end.
I was morosely studying calculus on the Wednesday after school restarted when my grandfather came into my bedroom.
"Come with me, Johnny."
"I have to study Papa," I protested.
He tossed me my jacket. "That wasn't a request, ' he said.
We went out and got in his truck and he drove us out to a state park about ten miles from the house. Once at the park he let Jethro out of the truck and put down the tailgate. He sat down and patted the metal. I sullenly flopped down beside him. For a minute all we did was watch Jethro tear around the park, running full bore in great looping circles. Jethro ran with joyful abandon, his huge ears streaming out behind him, his oversized tongue lolling out of his mouth. My grandfather fired up his pipe and started talking.
"I've lost a lot of people in my lifetime, Johnny, my parents, my brother, my sister and scores of brothers in arms. I think about them a lot. I mourned their passing then got on with my life. It was never easy but I cinched up my rucksack and moved out.
"It's time for you to do the same thing. Time to end your little pity party and rejoin the living. You are a Pulaski and that's what we do. Now talk to me."
So I told my grandfather the whole story, my voice breaking on occasion as I relived my hurt. He didn't say anything other than an occasional "go on" to keep me talking. When I finished my story he knocked his pipe out on the heel of his hand and repacked it with tobacco.
"I know that this is probably not what you want to hear, son, but that girl did a lot for you. And she did it when she was fragile and vulnerable. Don't judge her too harshly, she's carrying a bigger load than you can imagine."
I took my grandfather's words to heart and tried to get on with my life. I started working out again with Stan and Richie, although now that Richie had a license he was a frequent no-show. I talked to Michelle once in a while but I really had to force myself to do it. I was reverting to my old tongue tied self and couldn't seem to stop the skid. School was just a way to fill my days as I went mechanically through the motions of socializing and learning. Then things took a radical change in early February.
The cause of the change was a girl in my biology class. Her name was Caroline Hernandez. Caroline was smart and pretty and painfully shy. She was the oldest of seven children and her being in high school was an iffy proposition because her family was strapped financially. Caroline was already baby-sitting as many as five nights a week to help out her family. Caroline and I weren't friends but we were nodding acquaintances because we also had the same homeroom and study hall.
I was on my way to Social Studies when I remembered that I had left my book in my locker. I resigned myself to being late and veered down the corridor to pick up my book just as the bell rang. I turned the corner and almost ran into a very frightened Caroline trying to pull her arm out of the grasp of an older looking Latino guy. He was saying something to her in Spanish and she was violently shaking her head. I pulled up short.
"This guy bothering you Caroline?"
The guy spoke before she could. "Get lost Dude, this ain't none of your business," he said.
I looked the guy over; he was about my size and wore the typical gangster uniform. He had a cruelly handsome face with medium length thick black hair. His fists were clenched; L-O-V-E was tattooed on the knuckles of one hand, H-A-T-E on the other.
"Then let her go so it can keep being none of my business," I said.
"If I let her go it's gonna be so I can kick your ass," he snarled.
I hadn't been in a fight since a playground dust up in the sixth grade. My father and grandfather taught me how to defend myself; fights just didn't seem to happen to me.
"You don't want to throw down here in the hall or we'll both get suspended. You let her go and you can explain it to me in the park behind the church after school," I said.
He shoved Caroline away from him and barked something at her in Spanish. She scampered away in fright as he turned back to me.
"I'll be there," he said. "I'm gonna enjoy fucking up your pretty white boy face."
The confrontation happened between fourth and fifth periods so I only had two hours before I was out the front doors and walking toward the park. Caroline was waiting on the sidewalk for me, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Don't go over there Johnny," she pleaded, "Arturo is mean and he will hurt you."
I shrugged, "If I don't go he'll just find me somewhere else. Might as well get it over with now. You go on home and tell your folks about him."
She started to say something then spun around and left instead.
As I walked the two blocks to the park I thought about why I didn't do more to defuse the situation with Mr. Arturo. I could have I was sure. But I think the truth was that all the anger I felt at Rachael jilting me made me unconsciously spoiling for a fight.
When I got to the park there were at least fifty kids there with more arriving by the minute. Word of a fight spread like chicken pox. Arturo was standing with a couple of guys who could have been his clones when I walked up. I dropped my book bag and stood waiting for him. Arturo ambled over and took a boxers stance in front of me.
Arturo didn't waste any time as he flicked a jab at me and began circling to my left. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was way over my head as he snapped off a lightning fast two punch combo that rocked me on my heels. Then he threw a flurry that left me sitting on my ass with a bloody nose.
Here's where what Nana Nadia calls the Pulaski curse showed itself. I knew I didn't have a chance against this guy and he had already extracted his revenge. If I had stayed down no one would much blame me. Instead, I shook loose a few cobwebs, wiped my nose on my sleeve and jumped up. Arturo grinned evilly and started circling me again. On the next exchange I at least slipped in a solid left counter punch before he knocked me down again. When I got back on my feet Arturo had a small knot below and to the side of his right eye.
I stayed on my feet longer the third time as I anticipated Arturo's rhythm and blocked most of his punches and landed a couple of jabs myself. My success was short lived however as he switched tactics and hooked a hard right under my ribcage on my left side. My breath whooshed out of me and when I dropped my guard he plastered me in the nose again. I knew my nose was broken as I hit the ground. Jeez, it hurt like hell. It took me longer to get up this time. I vaguely heard a few people telling me to stay down. One of Arturo's hommies whispered something to him but Arturo pushed him away.
I was pretty damn tired of getting hit so as soon as I was on my feet I launched myself at Arturo and managed to hit him a couple of good licks before he leveled me again. I was on my hands and knees trying to get up when I heard my sister's voice.
"Stay down Johnny," she said sharply.
I looked up at her through the one eye I could still see out of. I had never seen her look as murderous as she did just then. She spun and faced Arturo.
"It's over, you won. Touch him again and I'll make a woman out of you in front of all your friends."
Arturo opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. Every person in the park knew Katrina could do exactly what she threatened. When Arturo turned around and strutted off, Katrina put my book bag under my head and pulled my feet in until my knees were up in the air. The position she put me in made it easier to breath. The last thing I remember was her flipping open her cell phone.
I woke up to the acrid smell of ammonia. I tried to turn my head away from the vile smell but it followed me. I tried to open my eyes and managed to squint enough to see my grandfather kneeling beside me. It took about five minutes for Papa J, Katrina and Caroline to get me into Papa's truck. My grandfather drove me to the emergency room; Katrina and Caroline followed him in Katrina's three-year-old Toyota Camry. I was treated right away at the E.R. because I looked pretty bad I guess. Somehow I had bled a lot both from my nose and from a cut over my eye. The E.R. doctor called down a facial reconstructive surgeon who was making rounds on the surgical ward. The surgeon checked out my nose then while nonchalantly talking to me, twisted it twice and put it back in place. It hurt worse fixing it than it did getting it broken.
Nana Nadia steamed into the Emergency Room while I was getting two cracked ribs taped. My father was right behind her. I didn't feel much like talking so Katrina filled them in on the afternoon's festivities. While she was talking I learned that Caroline went and found Katrina instead of going home. That's how Katrina ended up in the park. Katrina had seen most of the fight and never interfered until I looked too beat to continue. When Katrina finished, my grandmother was ashen. She crossed herself and took my hand.
"I hoped it wouldn't happen to you too, Johnny. But here you are; stubborn, proud, and stupid, just like those two," she said jerking her head towards my father and his father.
The objects of her displeasure did not look at all as if what she said bothered them that much. The doctor ordered me to stay home from school for the rest of the week and gave me a stack of prescriptions and appointment slips. Katrina drove Caroline home and my dad took me to our house.
My mother was in Houston so Nana came over the next day to take care of me. Nana was thrilled for the opportunity. She hovered over me and if I asked for anything she was off like a shot to get it. There was not a place on my body that didn't hurt so I was pretty much confined to the bed. About three-thirty that afternoon I was surprised when Caroline knocked gently on my open door.
"I went around and saw all your teachers, Johnny. They gave me your assignments for the rest of the week."
"I appreciate that, Caroline. Come in and sit down."
Caroline was a very pretty girl as I said before, she was about five-six and slender. Her breasts were medium small and her hips slim but well defined. She had amazing long black hair that hung down to the small of her back in a single thick braid. Her brown eyes were large and expressive, her nose small and upturned, and her complexion dusky and smooth.
She slipped into the room and perched on the edge of my desk chair that Nana had moved beside the bed. She could not stop staring at my face as a big tear suddenly rolled down her cheek.
"I am so sorry that I caused you to get hurt so bad, Johnny," she sobbed.
I reached over and took her hand.
"It wasn't your fault, Sweetie, it was between me and Arturo. Now, how are you? Did you tell your parents that Arturo was bothering you? And by the way, why is Arturo bothering you?"
"I'm sixteen now and can date, Arturo wants me to be his girlfriend. He is a bad person Johnny, and I don't want anything to do with him. Yes, I told my parents. But they are scared to go to the police. We are having problems with the immigration people and my parents fear we will be sent back to Mexico if we cause trouble."
I glanced up when I saw movement in my doorway. Katrina was standing there leaning against the jamb a scowl on her face. Noise on the stairs caused Katrina to turn her head then her eyes widened.
"Hi Mom," she said.
My mom greeted her then hurried into my room. It was my turn to register surprise when I saw Mom was dressed in one of those sky blue NASA flight suits. Wow, I thought, she looks damn good in that thing. Mom took one look at me and her face crumbled.
"Johnny," she gasped as she rushed over to the bed and laid her hand gently on my head. "Oh, my poor baby."
Yeah, kinda chokes me up too, when I think back on it. My mom, who had such difficulty dealing with the emotional part of being a mother, was suddenly June Cleaver.
For the first time I noticed the man who followed my mom into my room. My eyes almost bugged out of my head when I saw who it was. I was a teenage boy and as such it was incumbent on me to be blasé about everything. But holy shit, it was freaking Buck Gomez the astronaut! Lieutenant-Colonel Buck Gomez was as close to a non-sports hero as America had. Gomez was NASA's chief shuttle pilot, and the handsome face of the space program. The media called the telegenic Gomez 'Captain America'.
"Colonel Gomez volunteered to fly me here in a NASA T-38 when I couldn't get a flight out," Mom said.
"Actually your mom flew, I just stole us a plane. Boy I'd hate to see the other guy," Gomez said.
My mom could fly a jet? Where was I when all this stuff was happening?
"His hands are a mess," I said, "from where I beat them with my face."
Gomez laughed, and stuck out his hand.
"Call me Buck. That was a good thing you did, Johnny."
I mumbled something self-effacing as Buck turned to the wide-eyed Caroline.
"Is this the young lady? If it is I see why you did what you did; she is beautiful."
Buck then engaged Caroline in a rapid-fire conversation in Spanish. I decided on the spot that I was switching from Latin to Spanish as my foreign language next year. Buck asked Caroline a few questions; Caroline answered hesitantly. Then Buck turned to face my mother.
"Boss, do you mind if I borrow your car and take Caroline home? I want to speak with her father for a minute."
Another revelation, my mom was Captain America's boss! It was as if my mother had some secret life that was just coming to light. Mom trotted off to get the keys to her Prius and Katrina reappeared in the doorway. Buck introduced himself and made small talk with us while we waited for Mom to return. It was almost comical watching Buck and the Moose size each other up. The mutual interest between them was palpable. Mom returned with her keys and Buck escorted Caroline out.
"Mom, Caroline's family is having some sort of problem with the INS. I called Josh Turner and he agreed to talk to his uncle to see what could be done," Katrina said.
"Based on what Colonel Gomez was saying to Caroline, I think he is going to get involved also," Mom replied.
Jeez, Mom spoke Spanish too. I was definitely going to have to ask my dad some serious questions about this woman.
Mom was fussing with my pillow when Nana came in and said two policemen were downstairs and wanted to talk to me. Mom looked at me and I just shrugged, I didn't have a clue. The policemen turned out to be Deputy Sheriffs on the gang suppression squad. In a nutshell they wanted me to press assault charges on Arturo.
"He didn't assault me, it was a fair fight," I told them.
The deputies gave me a litany of things Arturo Mendoza was involved in. He was an up and coming leader in the Latin Kings street gang. Mendoza was a particularly vexing hoodlum because he was highly intelligent. He had incorporated his chapter of the Latin Kings as a not for profit community service club. The Kings outwardly were involved in community outreach for the Hispanic residents of the east central county. He was also a serious school student who planned on going to college. Mendoza wanted to be able to manage the drug money his gang accumulated. Mendoza was a student of Che Guevara and had organized his gang into cells of four to six individuals for the conducting of their criminal activity. If a cell was arrested they couldn't compromise the gang at large. Damn, the guy was bad news. Still, as far as he and I were concerned, it was exactly as it appeared and I couldn't help them. I did tell them about Arturo's interest in Caroline Hernandez though, and why Mr. Hernandez was scared to ask for their help.
Three days later, on Friday, I was out of the house for the first time since the fight. I had an appointment with the plastic surgeon and a dental exam scheduled. Arturo was a skilled enough fighter that he avoided hitting me in the mouth and injuring his hands but some of the wallops I took to the jaw seemed to have loosened a few teeth. The plastic surgeon was going to fix my ear that was slightly pulled away at my earlobe and check my nose. He also wanted to make sure my eye socket wasn't damaged. I felt a lot better but I still pretty much looked like shit. I was a member of the raccoon club with vivid bruises around both eyes and a stiff plastic splint like contraption covered my nose. Part of my left eyebrow was shaved off and a trail of fine stitches caterpillared across my brow.
The doc checked me over and took some more x-rays. He pinned my ear back with a couple of stitches and said I wouldn't need any other surgery. My nose was going to have a small bump at the bridge and I'd have a scar on my forehead but other than that, no permanent damage. The dentist was likewise positive, no dead teeth, no chips or missing fillings. The doctor also said I could take a shower, something I sorely missed all week.
So by six that evening I was freshly showered and feeling almost human. I was propped up on my bed reading Lost Horizons when the doorbell bonged downstairs. A few seconds later my mom called me down. When I made it to the bottom of the stairs, Caroline and her folks were there. Caroline was dressed in a nice skirt and blouse, her thick hair loose and pulled back by mother of pearl combs. The girl had a lot of hair. She introduced her parents as Mom ushered everyone into the family room. When we were all seated Caroline's father began thanking us, first me for coming to Caroline's rescue then Mom and Katrina for helping with the INS.
The resolution to the immigration problem had been ridiculously simple. The obstacle to converting work visas into green cards was mainly the lawyer that Mr. Hernandez had hired. The shyster's greed and incompetence led him to string the Hernandezs' along, making them think that the situation was much worse than it was. When the Hernandez problem was fixed so were those of seven other families who had been paying the lawyer fifty dollars a week.
Dad asked Mr. Hernandez what he did for a living. Hernandez said that currently he was working for a landscape company but that he was a factory trained Ford repair technician. Dad's eyes lit up at that news and he and Mr. Hernandez started talking cars. By the end of the evening Dad offered him a job, provided that Hernandez enroll in an English as a second language course. Dad thought it was a good deal for him because he didn't have a Spanish-speaking mechanic at his shop but did have an increasing number of Hispanic customers.
While the adults were talking, I asked Caroline if she wanted to go for a walk. She asked her dad and at his nod of consent we took off. As we turned onto the sidewalk I took her hand in mine. She looked up at me in surprise, her large expressive eyes widening. I just smiled, squeezed her hand and kept walking. While we strolled I asked about Arturo Mendoza. She told me that he was keeping his distance from her. She thought he was laying low because of all the attention her family was receiving. I was dragging ass by the time we walked around the block because it was still difficult to breath with my cracked ribs. On the porch Caroline surprised me by kissing me quickly on the lips before we went inside.
I went back to school on Monday. I was a minor celebrity, the geek who fought the scary Arturo Mendoza. The guys thought I was crazy, but the girls thought I was Sir Lancelot. Oh man, it was almost worth the ass whipping just to bask in the adulation of girls who formerly wouldn't give me the time of day. I was eating this shit up; take that, Rachael Scofield, and fuck you very much!
Listen, I'd like to say I took the high road here and that I pooh-poohed off the praise with self-deprecating modesty, ala Buck Gomez. But the truth of the matter was that my ego, thanks to Rachael, was as battered as my mug. When Marcie Winters, the cheerleader on whom I had a major crush as a freshman, asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance I quickly accepted.
Sadie Hawkins Day was an annual school event sponsored by the cheerleaders as a fundraiser. Sadie Hawkins day was based on an old newspaper comic strip named Lil Abner. Lil Abner lived in this town called Dog Patch, some place in the Ozarks. In the comic strip, Sadie Hawkins was this ugly chick who could never get a man. On Sadie Hawkins Day the girls reversed roles with the guys. They carried boy's books, opened doors for them and stuff like that, for the dance girls asked out the guys. For weeks before the dance the cheerleaders sold tickets off these big rolls like at the carnival. Everything at the dance, including admission, was paid for with tickets. Oh yeah, one more thing: you had to dress up like a hillbilly for the dance.
Like it was when I took out Rachael for the first time, my fame was fleeting. By Wednesday everyone had mostly moved on to the next topic that grabbed their attention. I was back to being just one of proletariat. One of the positive things that happened around then was that I reconnected with Michelle Hoffman. I don't mean that we fooled around again or anything, we just started talking at school and started having lunch together. It was nice being with Shelly; she was bright and had a wicked sense of humor. I also spent a fair amount of time with Caroline Hernandez. We sat together in the library for study hall and I wrangled it so she was my lab partner in biology.
So all of a sudden it's the first Friday in March, Sadie Hawkins Day at Palmdale Senior High. You should have seen Caroline's face when I handed her my books after homeroom. The pink on her cheeks looked fabulous over her tawny golden complexion. I played it to the hilt and Caroline was a good sport about it, even pulling out my chair for me at study hall. When she went into the stacks for a reference book I followed her and kissed her. She shocked the hell out of me by kissing me back hard. When I let her go the color was back in her cheeks but it was a flush, not a blush, and her eyes were a smoldering challenge. Hmmm, I thought about that kiss for the rest of the class. As Caroline lugged my books toward my locker I asked her to go to the movies with me the next evening.
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