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As I stepped out of the car, Mom offered a big hug and kiss on the cheek. At the same time, my Dad had walked around to the other side and offered the same to Erika.
“So how’s my favorite daughter-in-law,” he asked.
“Well, your ONLY daughter-in-law is doing quite well, Mr. Evans,” she said with a laugh.
“Come on, come on. You guys get in the house. We’ll get your suitcases later. I know it’s not as cold as what you guys are used to, but it’s quite chilly tonight,” Mom pleaded.
“How about you ladies go in; me and Charlie will get the suitcases,” suggested Dad. With that, he came over, shook my hand and then pulled me in for a hug. The handshake was expected; the hug was not. “Good to see you, Charlie. So glad you guys could make it. It’s been awhile since you guys spent Christmas with us old folks. Come on, let’s get those bags out. I hope y’all packed light.”
Dad was definitely in good spirits. Much more alive than the last time we had met face-to-face. Based on our correspondence, I knew the reason why.
Stepping into the house, familiar sights and smells enveloped me. Dad and I moved toward the hallway leading to the back bedrooms. The dark panelling of this area of the house annoyed me as usual. Why the fascination with making the place feel more confining than it actually was? I wondered.
“We still haven’t lightened thing up through here,” said Dad, as if reading my mind.
“Yeah, I noticed. It’ll take an act of Congress to get you guys to renovate the place and bring it out of the ‘70s,” I shot back, hearing a chuckle from Dad.
We entered my old room, and as with the living room, nothing jumped out as having changed in the last 20 years. My old books and pictures filled the shelves. The furniture had not migrated to newer locations. Time had stood still.
“Your mother doesn’t want to disrupt anything in here. Guess she keeps it like this just in case you ever move back,” he said with a laugh.
“No time soon, Dad. Erika and I are definitely getting used to the marriage thing.”
“Yeah, I noticed that,” he commented with a laugh.
I guess my expression communicated that I hadn’t caught on to his implication.
“Come on, Charlie, it’s pretty obvious even to an old guy like me that you guys enjoyed some extracurricular activity somewhere between the airport and here. In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a conspicuous wet spot on your jeans. And if my nose didn’t deceive me, Erika seemed to be wearing a familiar musky cologne.”
Busted! I thought while turning beet red in the process. Sure enough, there was a quarter-sized remnant of my love juice decorating my crotch.
“Don’t be embarrassed ... I’m sure your mother didn’t notice. And considering that you guys have been apart for so long, I don’t blame you two at all. You can just untuck your shirt, and you’ll be good to go. Of course, you know that you’ll have to secure my secrecy about this by providing details over a beer later, right,” he said winking.
“You drive a hard bargain,” I admitted, my eyes finding it hard to meet my Dad’s and my face still burning with the shame of being discovered.
“Agreed,” he concluded, and grabbed me by the back of the neck with his rough hand and led me back to the dining room, where Mom and Erika were setting the table. Mom had cooked a feast of my old favorites, including corned beef and cabbage and potatoes au gratin. Erika and I dug in with forks flying. I guess our rental car excitement had increased our appetites, and as we ate and enjoyed glasses of wine from a local vineyard, we filled my folks in on all of the goings on in our separate lives during the past year. I was also finding out things I hadn’t know before about what Erika had been up to in my absence. The conversation was great and the wine flowed freely. Laughter filled the room, and even though my parents can be somewhat overwhelming, Erika held her own very well.
“It must be so tough for you guys living apart for a year,” Mom commented. “I don’t see how you can do, it.”
“Come on, Mable,” my Dad interjected, “We were just like them 30 years ago when I was in the service.” Turning to Erika he continued, “You see, I was shipped out to Germany, and your mother-in-law decided to stay in the States with Charlie for a year. She thought it would be easier that way, but I think she did it because she was afraid of living outside the U.S.” he said nudging Mom and smiling.
“That’s not true, Bob!” said my mother feigning indignation at his assertion. “The truth is,” she explained to Erika, “I was a new mother and didn’t know what kind of support I could get in Germany. Here, I had my mother and extended family to help out, but there ... I felt I wouldn’t have anyone.”
“I know. I know” interjected Dad. “Don’t get all riled up, honey,” he said laughing and reaching over to give Mom a peck on the cheek. “You never let me forget the real reason for not joining me in Germany ... And I never let you forget how many cold showers I had to endure,” continued Dad laughing aloud. Mom broke out into a smile herself and looked away sheepishly, blushing slightly. “I’m sure Charlie here knows what that’s like, eh,” he added smiling in my direction.
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me waiting for a response. Though there was a smile on my face, I could feel it returning to the same shade of embarrassment I’d experienced during my earlier talk with Dad. “Yeah,” I admitted, trying to stumble through comeback, “I don’t think the hot water heater had to kick on once this past year, “ I said looking at Erika and smiling.
“Well, I just want you guys to feel free to use as much hot water as you need while you’re staying with us,” Dad implored, carrying the joke. “Heck, you guys are even welcome to enjoy our new jacuzzi. You’ll have to show it to them after dinner, Mable. It almost takes a degree in rocket science to get it going, though. So many knobs and buttons” Dad said with a merry chuckle.
“Oh yes. You’ll love it, Erika,” said Mom with a look of excitement. “I think it’s the best thing your father-in-law has ever bought for this house.”
“I’ll say! Sometimes your mother takes a book in there with her and it’s almost an hour before she comes out. I have to check on her every so often to make sure that she hasn’t drowned,” he laughed. “Erika,” inquired Dad, “is it true that people in Japan take really long baths?”
“Yes, our bathtubs in Japan are very deep, so you can sit and sink up to your chin. Most Japanese, even men, use bath time to really relax and clear their minds,” Erika explained. “And Japanese people really love to go to onsens. These are public hot spring baths you can find almost everywhere in Japan.”
“I really don’t know how people can feel comfortable in a public bath. It must be so strange,” quipped Mom with somewhat of a scowl on her face.
“It’s really normal in Japan, Miss Mable. We grow up going to onsens, so we just get used to it. Everybody goes ... parents bring their kids, grandparents go with their families, friends go with each other ... It may seem a bit strange, but it brings us closer and gives us a chance to bond and talk and relax together.”
“Sounds great,” said Dad enthusiastically. “Are all of them co-ed?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Papa Bob,” laughed Erika. “Men and women bathe separately. In some places, there are individual family onsens, where families can bathe together, but generally they are divided.”
“Darn!” said Dad, feigning disappointment and smiling at smiling at Mom. “If we ever make it to Japan, I was looking forward to feasting my eyes on some hot chicks.”
“Bob Evans!!” my Mom exclaimed with an expression of mock anger and a punch to Dad’s arm. “Let me tell you something ... the only hot chick you’ll be feasting your eyes on is sitting right here!”
“Of course. Of course.” Dad said comforting Mom. “How could I forget, Mable. You are my one and only hot chick.”
Everybody laughed, and then Dad rose from the table with his plate. “Guess it’s time to clean up ... while I still have the use of my arms.” He smiled and made a funny face at Mom. “Charlie, after we clear the table, how about you and I enjoy a beer on the porch. You mentioned that you had something you wanted to talk about,” he said with a wink and a smile.
I smiled back, grabbed empty dishes and plates, and headed to the kitchen. Dinner had been great and the lightness and openness of the conversation on topics that were previously never broached was an unexpected, but welcomed, surprise. I was seeing both of my parents in a slightly different light ... especially Dad. It seems that he had thrown off the emotional disconnect that had been the hallmark of our interactions up to this point. He was loose and teasing and not afraid to show it to me anymore. Had he always been like this with everyone else?
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