Good Medicine Junior YearChapter 57 Domino Theory
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November 26, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio
“So what did you say?” Clarissa asked after I relayed what Hannah had said.
“I simply said I appreciated the offer, that I’d keep that in mind, then smiled and left the house.”
“After Maggie gave you permission?”
“I don’t need ‘permission’ from Maggie to do anything,” I protested. “And be serious, Lissa, do you think it’s a good idea?”
Clarissa shrugged, “Is it all that different from Kristin? Or from Mindy and Emmy?”
“That kind of thinking is a license to have sex with pretty much anyone!”
“Well you did say that Maggie made it clear that if you want HER, your days of being a playboy are done!”
“Playboy? Seriously?”
“You’re SO easy to wind up, Petrovich! I’m curious, do you find Hannah attractive?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“And I remember you saying you told Liz that all Hannah had to do is clear it with Maggie...”
“«Говно»!” I sighed. “I missed that. Liz told Hannah, Hannah asked Maggie, and Maggie told me it was OK.”
“Good move, Petrovich!” Clarissa smirked. “Very slick. Now what?”
“Forget that for the moment; there’s a bigger issue.”
“You and I having a baby together if you marry her?”
“I hate to say it, but Maggie is probably right about that — finding a girl who’ll accept us doing that, the normal biological way, is probably going to be tough. I’m not sure how to solve that problem.”
“You’re assuming we’re not going to marry?”
“What do YOU think?” I asked. “Honesty, please.”
“Probably the same thing you’ve been saying all along — I’m a lesbian and as close as you and I are, you’re not a girl.”
“Glad you noticed,” I chuckled.
“Anyway, I think we HAVE to test it, or we’ll always wonder what might have been.”
“That is the risk. But there are other risks, too.”
“Life is all about managing risk, and that’s basically going to be your entire experience as an ER doctor.”
“So what does the future look like?”
“What are the options? We marry or don’t. If we don’t, then we have a baby together or we don’t. If we have a baby together, we make it the usual way, or via artificial insemination. And the timing of the baby is open, though obviously school and Residency have to factor in.”
“I don’t see how we could afford a baby before Residency,” I replied. “Unless you come into a huge inheritance!”
“My grandparents are pretty well-to-do, and they don’t agree with my parents, but Grandma and Grandpa are in really good health. They’re only in their late sixties, so an inheritance is out of the picture for hopefully a very long time.”
“That means after Residency, but you know that most likely I’m not going to wait until then to marry.”
“We don’t have to decide today, obviously. And I will point out that Tasha was at least open to investigating the idea.”
“You and Jocelyn seem to be pushing me towards her. And I don’t mean that in a negative way — you’re both simply pointing out her positives.”
“Because we care a lot about you. I’m hoping she and I can become good friends. It would make things a lot easier. Tasha and I are developing a good relationship, and I think she sees that as her best way to achieve her ultimate goal.”
“Perhaps, though she’s not any more sure about the goal you’re referring to than I am.”
“You two are working towards it in a mature way. And you do notice who she went to for help.”
“Yes, but part of that is because she knew I could speak to her dad in a way nobody else short of the bishop could.”
“And why is that?”
“Good point,” I replied. “It’s because of the relationship Tasha and I have, and how I’ve behaved since the whole blowup over Janey.”
“Talk about a failed experiment!”
“Yeah, well,” I sighed. “But I learned an important lesson about maturity and the difference between High School romances and adult ones. And that helped me learn how to handle the situation with Tasha. Milena helped a lot as well.”
“I’m not saying you’ll end up with Tasha, but THAT relationship is the most well-developed, and neither of you have stars in your eyes. I don’t know for sure, but I think Maggie does. And, to a point, so does Kimiko.”
“You’re referring to how she first showed her interest, but I think things have changed since then. That said, it’s hard to know because I don’t understand her thinking. Granted, I don’t understand ANY girl’s thinking, but I understand hers even less!”
“Women are not THAT bad!” Clarissa protested. “And you did a pretty good job at understanding Milena, and you really helped her. And you understand me pretty well, too. I think you’re looking at specific cases — Angie and Janey — and extrapolating from them. Besides those two, you really don’t have any trouble. Well, Kimiko, but that’s cultural, not because she’s female.”
“Now you sound like my mom! When I complained, right after graduation, that I didn’t understand girls, she pointed out that I understood Jocelyn really well, because we’d spent so much time together. I protested that I knew Dale better, but she pointed out it was only a matter of degrees, not orders of magnitude.”
“And who have you had REAL trouble understanding?”
“Angie, but obviously there were circumstances beyond either of our control in our relationship; Nancy, but her history made trust difficult for her; Janey, but that was because we were on very different pages.”
“Your feminine side helps, Mike. You seem to be much more in touch with our feelings than most guys.”
“But still, sometimes, I can’t figure out why girls say or do things they do.”
“Because they don’t make sense to you? You mean like Tony smoking so much dope you couldn’t help but notice? Like a diabetic girl drinking and not eating properly? Like a ‘Bible thumper’ being a serial rapist? Like Emmy’s dad being a racist? Do any of THOSE men make sense to you?”
“No.”
“So...”
“Oh, shut up!” I chuckled.
“Hannah might well be your last possible fling,” Clarissa smirked.
“You think I’m going to decide soon?”
“I think you and Tasha are moving slowly, but steadily that way. I think things will clarify next Summer when she’s in McKinley. And you’ll have to choose between her, Maggie, and Kimiko. And Maggie doesn’t give out free samples!”
“Now that’s just crude, Lissa!”
“I know I’m speaking from a different perspective, but I’d never consider marrying someone without having sex with them first. You and I have talked about how that’s an important part of a marriage. It’s not the most important, obviously, but you and I are going to make a decision in that regard based on THAT issue; that’s how important it is.”
“Right,” I said nodding, “I’ll just go to Maggie and demand a ‘test drive’ before asking her to go steady.”
Clarissa smirked and shook her head, “I don’t think you should put it QUITE that way, but it IS important enough to talk about. Don’t you think that was at least part of Kimiko’s thinking? That she needed to ensure you were compatible in that way?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Janey sure did. So did Melody.”
“And look where THOSE relationships went.”
“I’m not saying anything about the relationships, just about the idea of sexual compatibility. Think about you and Sandy and what you thought when you realized how compatible you were.”
“A reasonable point,” I replied. “But for quite a few people that is simply not an option. There are plenty of women who are virgins on their wedding day by choice.”
“And plenty who are not. This isn’t the 50s.”
“No, it’s not, but then again, to hear my mom, the 50s weren’t quite like we think they were. And the 60s, in a sense, hearkened back to the 20s, according to Mr. Black. The 20s we’re pretty free and open, with flappers, speakeasies, and so on. According to him it goes in cycles. And you remember the conversation about typical ages for losing your virginity and how they’re about the same for religious kids at they are for non-religious ones.”
Clarissa nodded, “I think it’s something you need to talk with Maggie about, if you’re serious about her.”
“But it’s going to seem as if I’m pressuring her, and that is the LAST thing I want to do. That’s especially true if we don’t eventually end up together. Then I really WOULD have stolen something from her under what amounted to false pretenses or inappropriate pressure. And she’s not saying she has to wait until marriage, just that she wants a committed relationship before she does it.”
“Yes, but is she allowing for the real possibility that going steady won’t lead to engagement and marriage? Or is she just implying that so you don’t get cold feet?”
“I can’t look into her heart and know what she’s thinking at that level,” I replied. “But I think I get her point. There’s a difference between having sex with a guy you’re dating and a guy who’s your boyfriend. One is casual, the other isn’t, at least as I see it.”
“And you’ve been back and forth on the whole ‘casual sex’ issue in your mind. You don’t regret Emmy or Mindy, and you got over your regret with Kristin by continuing the relationship. What would you consider Katy?”
“The first time? A relationship. The second time? I have no clue. But right after the first time, MY view on it was different from hers. Think about a role-reversal there and how bad THAT would be. You know, if I’d slept with her and then broken up with her immediately afterwards.”
“It’s a double standard, for sure,” Clarissa agreed. “It basically says guys can’t be taken advantage of sexually because they always want it. Well, I suppose the one instance would be a girl who seduced a guy with the intention of getting pregnant to trap him. But otherwise, you’re right about how bad the situation would have been had the roles been reversed.”
“And if you recall, I felt I had taken advantage of Kristin. She didn’t feel that way, but I sure did.”
“But as we agreed, you came to terms with that. I’m curious, and I’m not pushing you to a course of action, just trying to understand your thinking — would you feel you were taking advantage of Hannah?”
“I think ‘taking advantage’ only happens if there is a difference of opinion about what it means, or if one or the other was deceptive about their motives and goals.”
“That makes sense. Again, just gauging your thinking — you know a girl, who you feel is attractive, who wants to have what amounts to no-strings-attached sex — what’s your decision process?”
“I don’t think I’ve developed a flowchart for that program!” I chuckled.
“Then perhaps call it a diagnosis? That’s the equivalent of a flowchart, right?”
I nodded, “As we learned in biochemistry, when we were dealing with principles of serology, you look at the symptoms and, after ruling out things that might be immediately fatal, think about the most likely causes, starting with the simplest, easiest to treat diseases, ruling them out as you move down the list to more complicated and rarer diseases, or ones which are much harder to treat, until you find one that fits the bill. But this is different because there are unmeasurable inputs — ideas of ‘right and ‘wrong’.”
“Which is what I’m getting at. Your views on that have changed since we first met. In fact, they’ve been evolving since Jocelyn’s accident. Had that not happened, you wouldn’t have had to face many of the moral or ethical dilemmas that you’ve faced over the past few years. I’m not saying it was a good thing, only that the accident was a catalyst for growth and change.”
“I wish there had been a different way,” I sighed.
“But you see, from what you told me, Jocelyn understood that you needed to grow up. That’s why, back then, she was insisting that you date while she was at Purdue.”
“And yet she changed her mind and decided to go to Taft.”
“Which probably would have stunted your emotional growth and might well have made things WORSE between you and Jocelyn than they were after you had your falling out.”
“I fail to see how that’s even remotely possible,” I sighed.
“Oh? A very bad break-up after a couple of years of planning a life together? One that probably would never be healed? You’re fixing this one; I don’t know that you could fix the other one.”
“I just can’t agree that the accident was ‘good’ in any way.”
“No, but you needed a catalyst, and that’s the one that Fate, for lack of a better term, brought your way. I know you don’t blame God for that.”
“Oh, I toyed with that idea,” I sighed. “Quite a bit.”
“Toyed. But you could never go there because you believe in moral free agency. God doesn’t CAUSE things like that to happen, but when they do occur, He does use them as object lessons and opportunities for growth. That is what you believe, right?”
“Yes, but you’re coming awfully close to ‘the ends justify the means’.”
“I thought the Bible said something like that? About all things working together for good?”
“‘And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose’. Basically, it says that no matter what happens, we aren’t to despair of our salvation or question God’s ability to save us, no matter how dire or terrible the circumstances. A few verses later, Paul asks the key question about dealing with adversity — ‘If God is for us, who is against us?’. And in those verses, you have the answer to the question of whether or not there is an unforgivable sin.”
“Disbelief?”
I shook my head, “No. Denial of God’s ability to save us. Once you decide God can’t save you, there is NO hope, because salvation is synergistic — God doesn’t save those who do not want to be saved. In that sense, Kimiko is in better spiritual shape than an Orthodox Christian who despairs of God’s power to save him.”
“So anyone can be saved? Not just Orthodox Christians?”
“Sure. I can tell you where the Church IS, but not where it isn’t. It’s not up to me, or the bishops, to decide who God saves. I remember a homily from Vladyka ARKADY, when I was little, where he asked us to think about a group of people on an island in the middle of the Pacific before the Europeans came. Would God create those people, who had no access to the specific message about Jesus Christ, and have them end up in hell because of when and where they were born? And if He did, then how could we EVER say He was a God of love? Fundamentally, God’s love has to triumph over His justice, or else calling Him a loving God is a terrible lie.”
“Then how does He send anyone to hell?”
“HE doesn’t. We send ourselves to hell by refusing to respond to God’s love. Nobody is in hell without voluntarily choosing to be there by rejecting God’s love. And if you come to church often, you’ll hear that basically only two individuals are said to be surely in hell — Judas Iscariot and Arius. Beyond that, you’ll see icons depicting souls in hell, including deacons, priests, bishops, and patriarchs, but generally not identifiable. Compare those two names to the literally thousands of saints reflected in written icons which adorn the churches globally.”
“Arius was the guy declared a heretic at the Council of Nicea?”
“Deposed from his episcopacy, excommunicated, and exiled. All over an iota,” I grinned.
“You’ve lost me.”
“The Arian party preferred the Greek word «ὁμοιούσιος» (homoioúsios), which means ‘of similar essence’. The Athanasian party preferred the Greek word «ὁμοούσιος» (homooúsios), which means ‘of one essence’, as we say in the creed. The difference in spelling of those two words is the Greek letter iota. So the phrase ‘not an iota of difference’ takes on a very theological meaning. The New Testament uses ‘iota’, often written as ‘jot’, to signify a tiny amount, as in ‘not one jot or one tittle’. Of course, it could also be referring to a Hebrew letter, ‘Yodh’, which is the same letter, in effect.”
“Things you never knew!”
“Mr. Black, who was our English and Current Events teacher, says that English is full of references to Greek and Roman mythology, Shakespeare, and the Bible, all of which you have to understand to be able to communicate properly. Now, some of it is lost in time, such as ‘gadzooks’ being a substitutional oath, like ‘darn’.”
“What?”
“Gadzooks is a contraction and elision of by God’s hooks — the nails used for the crucifixion.”
“Interesting.”
“But we’re way off track from our conversation.”
“Are we? These kinds of talks, especially when you talk about your faith, reveal things about you and your thinking. It’s especially revealing about your view of other people, and your outlook on life. What’s interesting is that your faith defines and informs you, but for the most part, doesn’t control you.”
“True.”
“When are you leaving to meet Dale and Jocelyn?”
“In about two hours,” I replied. “When are you leaving to meet Tasha?”
“In about ninety minutes.”
Around noon I met Dale and Jocelyn at A&W. That was their choice, and there was no way I was going to let ‘fasting rules’ interfere with our reunion. A&W offered a fish sandwich, so I selected that, along with fries and a root beer, and joined my friends at the table.
“Together again!” I said as I sat down. “How’s Clara?”
“Good. I’m heading to her house after lunch today. We’ll drive up to Madison tomorrow. How’s Clarissa?”
“Also good. She and Tasha are having lunch today.”
“Your two main women?” Dale smirked.
“IN HIS DREAMS!” Jocelyn replied mirthfully.
“I could tell you about some stuff in Madison,” Dale smirked. “But that was before Clara.”
“That seems pretty serious,” I replied.
“Eh, maybe. I like her enough, but not THAT much.”
“Typical,” Jocelyn said with a smile. “You like her enough to get it, but not enough to pay for it!”
“You ALWAYS pay for it!” Dale countered.
“I think I’m going to have lunch outside, even though it’s only 35°F!” I chuckled.
“Dale’s just being Dale,” Jocelyn said. “Some boys never grow up!”
“Oh, I think he has,” I replied. “It’s a matter of understanding that while the relationship may be good, it’s not good enough for marriage. Maybe that changes, maybe it doesn’t. In a sense, it’s not much different from Tasha and me.”
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September 30, 1983, McKinley, Ohio Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. Well, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but compared to other first kisses, this one was certainly memorable — a soft touching of lips, a light hug with Kimiko’s small, silk-covered breasts brushing lightly against me, and her hand lightly on my back. Kimiko broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes, and whispered,...
December 1, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “You really object to Emmy and Clark being together because they’re from different races?!” I asked, completely taken aback. “I’m sorry,” Kimiko replied meekly. “I was trying to describe how Japanese felt about mixed-race children, especially those of black American soldiers and Japanese women. But it’s really any mixed-race children or relationships, because they are not pure Japanese.” “So if you and I were to marry, and have kids who were half-Japanese,...
August 7, 1983, McKinley, Ohio The phone in my room rang late Sunday afternoon while Milena and I were relaxing and listening to music. “Hi, Mikey!” “Hi, Liz! What’s up?” “Guess whose parents came home WAY earlier than expected? Three guesses, and the first two don’t count!” “«Говно». Maggie’s.” “Right the first time.” “And?” “Grounded for two centuries, I think.” “Wonderful,” I sighed. “It’s worse, Mikey.” “How could it be worse?” “Her dad found the books you gave her and the...
January 7, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “Thanks for the lift, White Boy!” Clark said as we got out of my Mustang. “Somebody had to drag your lazy black ass the last fifty miles, and I have sympathy for the mentally challenged,” I deadpanned. “Hey, Cracker, are you saying I’m dumb because I’m black?” “Not at all! You being dumb has absolutely nothing to do with the color of your skin!” “Fuck you, Honky!” “I love you too!” I grinned. We both laughed, shook hands, and with Clarissa following...
June 25, 1983, McKinley, Ohio I awoke to someone pounding on my door and calling my name. A quick glance at the clock showed it was 2:50am. I quickly got out of bed, pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and went to the door. I opened it to see a girl in a robe. “What’s up?” “Cecilia said to come get you. One of the girls is really sick!” “Did someone call for an ambulance?” I asked. “I don’t know.” “Call right now. Use my phone. Where are they?” “243!” I hurried down the hall into the...
January 1, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio “It’s open, Mindy!” I called out. The door opened and she came into the room. “You were expecting me?” “I’d have been seriously disappointed in my ability to predict your behavior if you hadn’t shown up!” “A little too obvious?” “You might say that! May I give you a tip?” “I’d rather have the whole thing!” Mindy smirked. I laughed so hard I had to sit down on the bed so I wouldn’t fall over. It took me a full minute to recover enough to be able to...
September 2, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio “Thanks for the lift!” Clark said, as he, Clarissa, and I climbed out of my Mustang. “You’re welcome,” I replied. “Remember, we plan to head back around 8:00pm on Monday.” “Cool! I’ll make sure Mom has me here by then.” Clark’s mom was sitting on the porch, so we greeted her, and they left. It was early, so my parents weren’t home, but Liz was home from school. Clarissa went to use the bathroom, so I took her bag up to my room, and then stuck my head...
August 26, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “Told you!” Clarissa laughed as she and I relaxed in my room after breakfast. “They sat with us at breakfast,” I said, then grinned, “So what?” “Even YOU aren’t that clueless, Petrovich!” “Just because Rebekah said she thought I fingered the frets expertly when I played the guitar?” “And she batted her eyelashes and flipped her hair. Short of asking you to fuck her, she couldn’t BE any clearer about what she wanted.” “Well, she’ll need to find a different...
It was dark, totally without light of any kind, I could not see anything not even the hand in front of my face, if even I had a hand. I was awake and aware but could not feel anything. Was I alive, I don’t know, how does one judge that in the absence of all senses. How long have I been here, a few minutes, a few hours, a few weeks, I really didn’t know. I was not frightened, lonely or happy, I did have my memories. I had the memories of you, of holding you in my arms, being lost in your eyes,...
March 30, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “Sorry about earlier,” she said. “My roommate was being a bitch.” “Something specific?” I asked. “She’s been on the rag ever since our second week here. Guy trouble. I guess she thought you were trying to use me.” “I can see why she would think that,” I replied. “You and I don’t know each other except basically by sight and name, I sang to you, and you came to my room.” “If I were totally clueless about life, I could see it. But I knew what was going on!...
Sunday Of The Prodigal Son - February 10, 1985, McKinley, Ohio On Sunday morning, when I left the altar during the canon of Matins to retrieve Father Nicholas’ homily which he’d left in his office, I was pleased to see Mr. and Mrs. Greenwald standing near Mark and Alyssa. When I returned to the altar with Father Nicholas’ notecards, I quietly let him know that they were in attendance. As the Matins moved to the Divine Liturgy, the hymns foretold the destination of our Lenten journey, which...
Be forewarned, these writings, including this warning, may trigger some issue or issues that you have. Either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, you have to make a decision now. You have two choices. One, you can decide, you can be a mature adult about things and continue. Or Two, you can't, in which case just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. ------------- Serendipity...
MAGIC MEDICINE Christopher Halstead was at the end of his tether. He was only 50 years old but felt deep down in his soul that his useful life had come to an end. To understand why it is necessary to go back some twenty-five years. In 1992 Christopher married his childhood sweetheart Amy. He and Amy had grown up in adjacent houses; attended the same schools; and had had an unspoken 'understanding' from their teens. They only occasion they spent time apart was whilst they were at...
Andrea's Goes to School and begins to grows up By Robin Y. School started at St. Theresa's Junior High in September and I was excited and fearful to start my freshman year. Thus far, my new life as a girl had been limited to being with Aunt Hilda and her friends. The few other teens that I met didn't seem to be interested in including me in their circles. When school started things changed. In ninth grade all the girls came from different feeder schools. Most girls had at least one...
Fender, Bender Gender by Suzanne Knight "Could I see your license and registration please Ma-am?" This would be the icing on the cake of an evening comprised of multiple layers of disappointment. I was driving home from an incredibly frustrating first, and last date with a guy that I had developed an on line relationship with over the past month. I was approaching a green traffic light, when blue lights started to flash, I braked quickly but the driver behind didn't react...
July 1, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “Are you OK?” Clarissa asked on Friday morning as we lay in bed together. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You seemed a bit out of sorts last night. Did that kiss bother you?” I smiled, “Not the way you mean. It was just, well, to be blunt, fighting a reaction. And losing.” Clarissa laughed softly, “I know. I felt it when I spooned. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. I liked the kiss. The other reaction is kind of involuntary. As I keep saying, testosterone knows NOTHING about...
June 1, 1983, McKinley, Ohio Wednesday at the Quick Mart was very much like Tuesday, though there were no deliveries, so I had time to work through a number of items on Mr. Sokolov’s list. That kept me busy, and away from Nancy except for when it was time for her breaks. She apologized again and I replied as I had before, just telling her to take her break. Maybe I was being a jerk, but I was honestly quite upset with her, and really didn’t think there was much to talk about. When my shift...
January 8, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “Is it always like that in the morning?” Clarissa asked. “Pretty often, but it doesn’t have the urgency, if you will, and it goes away pretty quickly once I get out of bed.” “Do you have ANY control over it?” “Limited,” I chuckled. “It pretty much has a mind of its own.” “That has to be difficult.” “Think standing in the altar, wearing acolytes’ vestments and seeing Tasha walk into church in a sundress.” Clarissa laughed softly, “She is gorgeous!” “And...
October 16, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “I started dating someone,” I said to Tasha as we relaxed in the whirlpool at Doctor Blahnik’s house. “You’re not cheating on her, are you Mikhail Petrovich?” “No. It’s not THAT serious, and it won’t be anytime soon, if it ever is. But I thought you should know because we promised complete truth and complete honesty. I don’t want any misunderstandings.” “May I ask about her?” “Her name is Kimiko Mei Takahasi. She’s from a small town called Oguni in...
July 23, 1983, McKinley, Ohio Just as I had when Nancy told me that her mom had put her on the Pill, I missed a shift due to being completely surprised by Maggie’s question. I recovered enough to find the correct gear, and willed my heart to stop beating rapidly. The silence was deafening, but I needed to think about how I could answer her question. I wasn’t sure I knew the answer, but saying that seemed lame in the extreme. Almost immediately, I realized that I really shouldn’t have been...
July 28, 1983, McKinley, Ohio On Thursday evening I was sitting in my room, practicing my guitar after having spoken with Tasha and confirmed our date for Sunday. Just after 9:00pm, there was a knock at the door. “It’s unlocked! Come in!” The door opened and Milena walked in, closing the door behind her. “Hey!” I replied. “What’s up?” “Got some time for me?” “Always. What can I do for you?” “Sing me a love song and then make love to me?” “Your wish is my command!” I grinned. “Come sit...
November 19, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio “You know I think you’ve made a terrible mistake and given Sasha bad advice, right?” Clarissa asked after we got into my Mustang for the drive to my parents’ house. “Obviously.” “Her life is going to be very, very difficult.” “And living with her conscience after what she would consider murder would be easy?” “It’s not murder, Mike,” Clarissa said firmly. “I know that’s what you believe, and I know that’s what the law says, but I also know what she’s...
March 15, 1984, Gettysburg and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania “You’re OK?” Clarissa asked when she and I got out of bed on Thursday morning. “Yes. Just kissing was fine, Lissa. Let’s get our showers and meet Jocelyn. We need to get on the road by 6:30am so we can be in Philadelphia by 10:00am.” We both quickly showered and dressed, then we met Jocelyn in the hotel lobby. We went across the street for breakfast, and from there, straight to the car so we could get on the road. We followed US 30,...
July 5, 1983, McKinley, Ohio As I showered after karate, I wondered exactly what Angie had meant when she said that she’d changed, and what that meant for the future. Angie had told me that her counselor had advised against starting a relationship, so perhaps this was just Angie’s way of telling me that what Clarissa had suggested might be true — that Angie was playing the ‘long game’ and this was simply the next step. That made more sense than anything, but it also meant I needed to be...
April 8, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “Natalya Vasilyevna Antonova, please meet Larissa Sergeyevna Federova,” I said. I laughed as the two girls instantly switched to Russian and I had to focus to catch everything that was said. Clarissa smirked and rolled her eyes, and I just shrugged. The gist of the conversation was hometowns, parents, churches, majors, and to Tasha’s obvious shock, Lara’s age. “Perhaps we should switch to English so Sveta isn’t left out,” Tasha said in English. “Mike looked...
June 18, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “Becky, this is my friend Milena; Milena, Becky.” “Hi!” Milena said. “I hope I’m not intruding.” “Hi,” Becky replied. “You aren’t. Mike told me you were going to hang out with us tonight.” “Do you drink wine?” Becky laughed, “My pastor would have a cow, but he’s not here!” Milena laughed, “And shacking up with Mike, THAT would be OK?” “Well, no!” Becky laughed, blushing slightly. Milena uncorked the bottle of wine while I got three glasses from the...
August 28, 1983, McKinley, Ohio When I got up on Sunday morning, I showered and dressed, and then Kristin and I left my room and I found a note from Angie on the corkboard next to my door. It said she was getting a ride to church from the same woman who had picked her up the previous night and I shouldn’t wait for her. I shrugged, locked the door, and gave Kristin a quick kiss. She headed down the hall towards her room and I walked over to the elevators and pushed the ‘Down’ button. An...
February 25, 1984, Rutherford, Ohio “Hi!” Emmy gushed when she opened the door for Clarissa and me on Saturday morning. “Thanks for letting Clarissa hang out here while I take care of this for Liz.” “You’re doing the right thing, Mike. I have to go to work in a few minutes, but Clarissa can buzz you in when you come back, and then if you just lock the door when you leave and bring the key to Lou’s everything will be cool.” “You’re a sweetheart, Emmy Nelson!” “I know!” she giggled,...
December 20, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio “What do you think my dad would say if he saw us like this?” Tasha asked. We were lying naked, on her small, twin bed, snuggled together, after having done our best to wear each other out for about ninety minutes. “I do believe the heart attack would kill him before he could open his mouth!” “It was fun fooling around my bed,” she said. “Though it’s a bit small for that purpose!” “Is the apartment over the Quick Mart furnished?” “Yes. And it has a...
Cavendish rubbed at his erection through his pants as he led Beatrice through to the hidden parlour beyond the covert door, eyeing the oaken stairs which led up to the comfortable room that he’d entertained her in last week. It had been she who’d recommended the venue, following his acquaintance of her through a fetishist club he’d been introduced to, and he was more than satisfied with the arrangement, his cock erecting all week in anticipation. She knelt below him, naked and on a silver...
August 27, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio “Tasha,” I said gently, “you made me promise to keep you pure until we were married, or at least betrothed, no matter what you said! In other words, you made me promise not to do it even if you changed your mind! And I made that promise!” “I can’t change my mind?” “You were very clear that I was responsible for you NOT doing that.” “But isn’t that up to me?” I nodded, “As an adult, in charge of her own decisions, it is. But you extracted that promise...
October 14, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “I’m worried about Angie,” I said as Clarissa, Melody, and I made our way back to the dorm from the Chancellor’s office. “I know you told the detective that you have no idea where she might be, but do you have ANY thoughts?” Melody asked. I shook my head, “If she wasn’t with her friend and she wasn’t at church, and her counselor hadn’t heard from her, then no, honestly, I have no idea. I mean, she could have gone home, but I’m sure someone called there to...
December 21, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” I said. “Afraid you’ll lose?” Violet asked. No, I thought, I wasn’t afraid of losing at all. In fact, I was sure that win or lose, I’d win, from a certain perspective. “No, that’s not it...” I started. “Then let’s play!” “Are you sure?” She nodded, “I can’t think of a more fun way to celebrate my birthday!” I could, and I was sure that what I was thinking was exactly what she was thinking, and she was just...
May 6, 1984, Rutherford, Ohio “I’m curious,” Clarissa asked quietly, “but what about a patronymic in this case?” “Sasha hasn’t said,” Tasha replied. “Technically, it would be some form of Timothy, because Timmy Aston is the baby’s father, but I don’t think she’ll do that. She really could pick anything.” “What happened with the baby’s father?” Clarissa asked. “My dad, Timmy’s dad, and two attorneys worked out the deal. Timmy’s going to college and really can’t afford to pay child support,...