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Cammy placed her index finger at her lips, encouraging Kyle to be quiet as she placed a hand on his chest and began gently pushing him back into the room.
As the door closed and latched behind them, she smiled and said, “Kyle, please close your mouth before flies get in it.”
Kyle kept silent as he studied the woman standing before him. She definitely had the same appearance of the version of Cammy who had flown to and from San Jose with him that day, but her hair was different. It was shorter and styled exactly as he had seen just moments before when he had seen Karen Mayes downstairs. She even had the same Hearts-of-Fire rose and the same barrette.
She sounded like Cammy, but glancing down, Kyle couldn’t avoid noticing that she was also dressed identically to Karen Mayes; including the same red blouse and lemon-yellow skirt.
Cammy stepped around Kyle, took his hand and led him into the room towards an overstuffed chair. Turning him and pushing him back until he sat down in the chair. She removed the glasses she was wearing, placed them into her purse, and set her purse on the floor beside his chair before inspecting the room. As she closed the drapes on the sitting-room windows, Kyle finally found his voice.
“Cammy, this isn’t my room, and unless you are actually Bubbles, I don’t think you should be here.”
Cammy turned to him and laughed. “Actually Kyle, this is your room. I suspected that you would search for reservations under my name, so I used the oldest trick in the book when I reserved this one. No one ever searches for a reservation under their own name when looking for someone else.”
“Your name?” Kyle asked in puzzlement?
“Patience, Kyle. I will explain everything to you. Let’s start with getting the basics out of the way first. I expect you to listen to what I have to say without interruption or outburst. I don’t want a scene such as the one last night with Linda. Understood?”
Kyle simply stared at her and nodded.
“Excellent,” she said as she reached inside her purse and withdrew a small remote control. She remained standing perfectly still in front of Kyle; maintaining eye contact between them as she pressed a button on the remote.
Kyle sat mesmerized as he witnessed the transformation. Within seconds, one beautiful face was replaced with another as Cameron Bellinger morphed into Karen Mayes.
Karen slipped off her sandals and approached his chair. Placing her left foot on the armrest so that her tattoo was clearly visible to him she said, “You have asked about the origin of this tattoo. Do you still want to know?”
“Sure,” Kyle mumbled; still attempting to come to terms with what had just occurred. He was now hearing a voice that he hadn’t heard in ten years; Karen’s.
Karen kept her leg in place as she continued. “Obviously, it is a picture of a Bottle-Nose Dolphin, so I ask you Kyle, who is the most famous Bottle-Nose Dolphin that you can think of?”
“Are you going to give me a nature quiz Karen, or say something meaningful?” Kyle asked.
“Kyle, I understand your impatience, and I will make the explanation as quickly as possible, but this will go much easier for everyone if you cooperate. Please answer my question.”
Kyle was, in fact, quickly losing his patience, and she saw it as he tried to rise.
“Relax Kyle,” she said as she pushed him back down into the chair. “Answer my question.”
“Flipper,” he spat out.
“Correct. Now, just to reciprocate and share some information with you, I will tell you that this exact tattoo exists on only two women in the world. Two girls who were synchronized swim team partners designed it and are the only ones who ever had it done. Obviously, I am one. Do you care to guess who the other one is?”
“I’ve seen that tattoo on at least four other women’s legs,” said Kyle.
“Didn’t Linda explain the proxies to you last night? Didn’t the transformation that you just witnessed tell you anything? There was only one woman disguised as the three different women that you met. Me. To answer the question that you can’t seem to comprehend; Linda Saunders is the only other woman besides me to have this exact tattoo.”
“Fine,” snorted Kyle. “So what?”
Karen laughed, “I should have thought to videotape this. You are too priceless. Very impatient, but priceless.”
She continued, “For Linda, the significance of the tattoo was the gracious movements of the Bottle-Nose Dolphin while swimming, and her desire to emulate the same grace in our routines. For me, the significance was entirely different. I would ask you to try and guess what that was, but I’ll save your limited patience for my next question. For me, the significance was the physical memory of my kitten named ‘Flipper’, but more specifically, the loving, beautiful boy who gave me the best gift I have ever received. The tattoo reminds me of you, Kyle.”
“I can see the correlation between the tattoo and what you named your kitten, but I’m not buying the rest,” he said. “I wish it were true, but...”
Karen looked down at him with sadness in her eyes. She pushed his legs and scooted his feet apart until she could stand between them. She took a pillow from the couch and placed it on the floor between his feet. Stepping back, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her perfect breasts were immediately exposed.
After laying the blouse across a chair, she unbuttoned her skirt and lowered the zipper. She stepped out of it, bent to pick it up, and laid it across her blouse. Her panties came next and once they sat on top of her skirt, she returned to stand between his legs, and then knelt on the pillow, placing her forearms on his thighs.
She stared into his eyes and spoke softly, “Kyle, Lauren told you that you had options. If you want to select one of them now, I’ll understand. I pray that you’ll give me a chance to finish before you decide, but I won’t stop you if you’re set on rejecting me.”
“Please get off the floor,” he said.
“Please, let me stay here. It’s important for me to show reverence as part of what I have to say to you. I want you to see me as physically exposed and vulnerable to you as my heart is right now. Please.”
He didn’t object so she continued. “Kyle, do you remember your tenth birthday?”
He looked surprised but said, “Yeah, I think so.”
She smiled at him. “My brother taught me how to blow bubbles in my milk almost as soon as I was weaned off a bottle. I suppose it was in memory of him that after he was killed, I started blowing bubbles into any drink I had which was served with a straw. Then on your tenth birthday, your Uncle Mike wanted to take you to the old-fashioned soda fountain at Watson’s Drug Store for an authentic malted milkshake, but you wouldn’t go unless he would take me too.”
Kyle was nodding as he started to remember the event she was describing. “We shared a malt...” he said.
Beaming at him, she said, “That’s right. I wanted strawberry, but it was your birthday, so I agreed to share a chocolate one with you. When it was served, we each put a straw into it. You started sucking up the malt, but do you remember what I did?”
He smiled back at her, “You tried to blow bubbles into it but it was too thick. I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head. Your face was turning bright red and Uncle Mike and I were laughing at you. I think I fell off my stool because I was laughing so hard.”
“And what nickname did you give me once you crawled back onto your stool?”
A look of amazed comprehension came across Kyle’s face. “I called you ‘Bubbles’,” he said. “Then I went into the store and bought you a bottle of blowing bubbles and gave it to you.”
She pulled a similar bottle out of her purse, removed the lid and extracted the small plastic stick with hoops at either end. Blowing gently and sending small soap bubbles over their heads, she said, “So to answer the question you kept posing about where Bubbles got her nickname, it was you, Kyle. Once I pushed you away, I would ignore you if you ever called me Bubbles, but Uncle Mike and Linda continued to use it.”
She took his hands into hers and stared into his eyes. “Now you know why I gave you options, Kyle. I knew that you would be disappointed to learn that the one girl who had hurt you so terribly was the same one courting you now.”
Kissing each of his hands, she continued, “Kyle, from the time I recognized there was a difference between boys and girls, you have always been the one boy for this girl. I have never loved anyone other than you, and my love has always been total. You need to understand one thing completely Kyle, and that is that what happened between us was never you. It was always me and my fears, my grief, and my immaturity. You were perfect, and still are.”
“So, what changed?” he asked. “What made you decide to finally talk to me after ten years?”
“Several things had to happen, and that is what has taken me so long,” she said. “First, I needed to be on my own to prove that I didn’t need you to take care of me all the time. Think of it as a daughter leaving her father for the first time, because Kyle, my therapist has shown me that in many ways, you replaced my father in my mind. Even though we were the same age, you were the only strong, mature, guiding male figure in my life and I worshiped you for that. It was extremely difficult, especially since I had been so cruel to you, and in my mind, I had severed the bond between us to the point of no return.”
“There were so many nights at college when I cried my eyes dry wishing that there was some way that I could undo things between us, but I sensed that I had to remain steadfast and quit Kyle Mason ‘cold turkey’. My only solace came from Uncle Mike. He always kept in touch and provided me with the uncle I never had. It wasn’t as fulfilling as what I had with you, but it kept total emptiness out of my life.”
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