A Married Marilyn
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During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a huge contract.
The contract provided bonuses for early completion and under-budget spending. I worked closely with the architect and engineering firms to make sure we modularized everything we could to cut costs and to make construction and assembly as simple as possible. We succeeded and I felt a great sense of satisfaction when the bids were received and my employer won the supply contract.
I went back to house and apartment design with an enhanced reputation and some solid connections with both the town and the architectural community. It revitalized me and I was feeling better than I had in a long time.
It was early that fall that I met Marilyn’s parents. It was quite by accident. They had come into the store to look at kitchen cabinets and fixtures. They were considering remodeling their kitchen.
All the other sales consultants were busy and I saw them standing and wondering when they would find someone to talk to. I left my upstairs office and walked down to the main floor and approached them.
‘Good morning, may I help you?’ I asked.
‘Yes … thank you. We are considering remodeling our kitchen. We need some advice,’ the attractive middle-aged woman said.
‘I’ll be glad to help. My name is Tory Payne? I work in the design department,’ I said.
‘Oh … I’m Margaret Lee and this is my husband, Walter,’ she said looking carefully at me. ‘Do I know you? Your name sounds familiar.’
I shrugged. I looked at them both and noticed the Asian features of her husband. It dawned on me who they might be.
‘Do you have a daughter, Marilyn?’ I asked.
‘Yes … yes we do,’ she replied quickly.
‘Ah … well … that explains it. Her friend Molly and your daughter and I were involved in a weight-loss program.’
‘Of course! You’re the Tory that Marilyn always talked about. Walter and I were absolutely amazed at what you accomplished,’ she gushed. Walter, who had yet to say a word, was nodding vigorously.
‘We don’t hear from her very much. She used to talk about you and Molly all the time. We were very happy that you helped her so much. I can’t thank you enough for what you did for her. I’m just sorry it’s taken us this long to tell you that,’ Walter said quietly.
‘Now, she seldom calls and when she does, she hardly ever mentions you or Molly. It’s all about her work and the places she goes,’ he continued. ‘What happened?’
‘Sir, I wish I could tell you for sure. I know that there were issues of self-esteem when we were working together. I hoped they would disappear with the pounds when she became fit and healthy. Unfortunately, she didn’t believe in herself until this job and all the fame came along. It was the proof to her that she was as beautiful as I told her all along.’
‘She had a difficult teen-age,’ Margaret said. ‘She gained weight and began to obsess about it and then gained more weight. She was very unhappy with herself. She was bright and good in school, but didn’t have a social life. She hardly ever had a date in high school. We tried to help her, but nothing worked. You were the only person who actually made a difference.’
‘I can’t take the credit, folks. When Molly and Marilyn came to me for advice, they were ready to do something about their weight. I was just the facilitator. They did all the work. I was a cheerleader for them. I never once needed to lecture them or push them to do the right thing or stick to their diets. They did it because they wanted to and they wanted to succeed. That’s what happened,’ I finished.
‘That’s not the way Marilyn tells it,’ Walter smiled. ‘I got the impression she was infatuated with you.’
‘I did too,’ I admitted. ‘I wanted it to happen, to tell the truth. I promised I wouldn’t go near them until the program was finished, but … that turned out to be my downfall. That gave her the time to find this job, and I couldn’t compete.’
‘Well, I’m very disappointed in Marilyn not staying in touch with either her family or you. We brought her up to be better than that,’ Margaret said emphatically.
‘I think the glamour and intensity of her job are probably affecting her. I guess we just have to be patient and see how it all works out,’ I said in a conciliatory tone.
We got back to the topic of the kitchen renovation and I started to ask them some specific questions about musts and wants and like-to-haves. That hierarchy and their budget would answer a lot of questions early on and I could start to steer them in the right direction.
We spent the rest of the morning together. After going over the various quality options in the range of manufacturers we represented, we moved to my office where we wouldn’t be interrupted. I listened to them as I opened my Graf paper notebook and began to sketch some ideas as they talked.
The Lee’s had come well prepared. They had taken the dimensions and recorded the shape of their existing kitchen, along with the location of the appliances. They were making my job much easier. By lunch time, we had three possible designs that I could prepare on my computer and present estimates for all of them.
I took note of their phone number and address and promised to call them later in the week when I would be able to show them the proposals on my laptop. I could do it at the office or I would meet them in the evening at their home or mine. On Thursday afternoon, I called Mrs. Lee and let her know the presentations were complete, along with printed estimates. We agreed to meet at my home. I think she wanted to see what my kitchen looked like.
Within an hour of their arrival, I had an approved design with very few changes and a contract for the work. We spent the next hour with my showing them the improvements I had made in my bungalow over the years. They began to think about similar renovations to their home once the kitchen was completed.
I offered them a refreshment and Walter and I had a beer while Margaret chose a glass of red wine. We toasted the successful design and then chatted for while. Naturally, the subject of Marilyn wasn’t far from any of our thoughts.
‘You said you had feelings for Marilyn,’ Margaret said carefully.
‘Yes … I did … I still do. There was something about her that … right from the beginning … attracted me to her. It’s one of those intangibles that I can’t describe. It’s just a feeling.’
‘Did she ever tell you how she felt about you?’ Walter asked.
‘No … not in so many words. I thought we had something … but … it died before it ever developed. The new career popped up unexpectedly, and that put an end to whatever we might have had.’
‘I’m sorry about that, Tory,’ Margaret said. ‘I was sure she had a crush on you. I was hoping that she would bring you to our home so that we could meet the man that transformed her into a beautiful woman. She owes you so much.’ There was emotion in this mother’s voice.
I shrugged. I didn’t happen and there wasn’t much any of us could do about it.
We talked a bit more about their ambitions to modernize their home. It was in a very nice area of town and it was an exceptional piece of property that they didn’t want to give up. I agreed to drop over some afternoon for a guided tour when the kitchen was being renovated and we could discuss ideas for making their home even more livable. They made it clear that they wanted to stay in this house for many years to come.
When they left, I saw that
it was almost ten o’clock. Too early for bed, but there was nothing on TV that interested me. I opened another beer and sat in my living room, thinking about what might have been. I had never been affected by a woman quite the way Marilyn had affected me. Was it love? We had so little personal private contact that it was hard to believe that it could be. But … something was there. Certainly something for me.
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My end-of-year bonus was very large. I topped up my retirement plan and there was still some left for ‘mad money.’
I hadn’t taken a vacation in almost two years. Spring wasn’t the best time to have chosen, but my boss, Jerry Redekop, could hardly complain, and I promised I would catch up when I returned. I booked the first three weeks of May and planned my getaway. I chose Europe. I had never been there and I was intrigued by the architecture and history.
As my plane lifted off from the airport, I remembered that it was this very weekend a year ago that Molly, Marilyn and I celebrated their ‘graduation.’ It seemed like a long time ago. I felt sadness at losing almost all contact with Molly, and hearing nothing from Marilyn. I had been a big part of their lives for almost a year, but that was then and this was now.
I had booked a Euro Rail pass for 21 days and took advantage of it as I rolled from France to Germany to Switzerland, then Italy. It was so different from North America I was almost overwhelmed. All the structures that I had read about in text books and had seen on TV were now three-dimensional.
I caught myself wondering what Marilyn would think of Europe. Would she be as dazzled by the history and architecture? Would she be overcome by the opulent interiors of the cathedrals? Would the statues and sarcophagi of famous people, names seen by us only in text books have the emotional impact they were having on me?
I started a journal, making daily entries on my laptop. It was a way to remind myself of what I had seen and where I had been. I was taking many photographs each day in an attempt to capture these amazing scenes. There was so much that I couldn’t absorb it all. The rail travel was the opportunity to sit and reflect on what was happening around me.
At night, in my hotel room, I would plan the next day, check the journal to make sure I hadn’t missed anything important, download the photos I had taken, recharge the batteries in my digital camera, and then to bed. I would dream of the wonders I was seeing, and often, in the most improbable places, Marilyn would appear.
Despite the rail travel, I was doing a great deal of walking and I was exhausted at the end of each day from the exercise, as well as from trying to absorb everything I was seeing. Perhaps I was attempting to do too much in too short a time, but that was my choice. I had already decided to revisit Europe again, possibly to Spain, or Greece, or the Czech Republic.
When I returned from my vacation, I was both excited and humbled. I was energized by all the new ideas I saw on my travels. Ideas that I could incorporate into my designs. New products that I could introduce to my employer that would make them even more successful. And humbled when I thought of my work compared to what had been accomplished several hundred years earlier by men with only a fraction of the technology we enjoyed.
I brought home a few brochures and logged several bookmarks to websites of the various manufacturers that I encountered along the way. Most of them had English language capability. It would take many hours of review to go through all the possible options, but it gave me a project once I was caught up on my regular work.
Several weeks later I was finally operating on my usual schedule. In the meantime, I had been using my spare time to put together some proposals for my boss, Jerry, on new products for the store. I knew he wasn’t enthusiastic about sticking his neck way out, so I suggested we try some hardware items to begin with, just to see how they were received.
Bingo! We succeeded, and as each month went by, Jerry began to ask me what I could show him next. We were on a roll and I was enjoying every minute of it. For that matter, so was Jerry.
I wasn’t stopping in at the pub after work very often. There was plenty to do at home getting my proposals organized. I was also installing some of the wonderful bathroom and kitchen hardware that we now stocked. A number of the manufacturers were anxious to have us try their products, so I became the guinea pig for some of the items.
Now and then, I made time for a pint before going home. Jerry and I had become quite close in the last couple of years. He was very appreciative of my efforts on his behalf, the bonus being living proof. We were sitting in the Pied Pumpkin one late afternoon. A couple of the weekday regulars had stopped by to say hello and wonder about where I had been. Of course, they also asked about Molly and Marilyn.
Naturally, Jerry was curious. He had been kidding me about my ‘lack of love life’ and would needle me regularly by pointing out attractive women that might be girlfriend material. It was all in good fun, but never amounted to anything. He knew nothing about my program with Molly and Marilyn. When the patrons mentioned their names, he was immediately on the attack.
‘Ah hah! I knew it. A secret pair of women you’ve been hiding from me,’ he smirked.
‘Nope. Just a couple of ladies I helped out,’ I said noncommittally.
‘Yeah … sure.’ He had the look of a man who didn’t believe a word I was telling him.
‘Seriously … ask anyone here. They were a couple of overweight young women who I got to know here at the Pumpkin. They wanted to lose weight, so I put them on the program that I used when I got my weight down,’ I explained.
‘Did it work?’ he asked.
‘Yeah … too well. I got interested in one of them, but when the program was over, she got a job as a model. She was gone in a flash and I haven’t seen her since.’
‘Well, how about that,’ he said solemnly. ‘All that effort and she disappears. Doesn’t sound fair to me.’
‘That’s how it goes sometimes, Jerry. Just when you think you’ve found the right one, poof!’
‘Yeah … I guess so. That explains a lot though,’ he said with a wrinkled smile.
‘Oh … like what?’
‘Like why you weren’t interested in any of the available women that I’ve been dangling in front of you in the last year.’
‘Oh … yeah … I suppose I have been kind of mooning around,’ I admitted.
‘Just a bit. You think there’s any chance this girl is coming back anytime soon?’
‘No … not really. She’s on her way to fame and fortune. I doubt she’ll think of me at all.’
‘Don’t be so sure. One of these day’s she’s going to figure out that none of what she had would have been possible without you. What’s her name?’
‘Marilyn … Marilyn Lee.’
‘Got a picture?’
I paused for a moment and then it hit me. I didn’t have a picture. I don’t know why, but I didn’t. Perhaps some of the girls might have taken some at the graduation party. I waved to our server.
‘Laney … do you know if anyone has any pictures of the party we had for Molly and Marilyn?’
‘Sure, Tory. I do. Would you like to see them?’
‘Absolutely. I may want to make copies of them too.’
‘No problem. They’re stored on the boss’s computer. I’ll print some out in a few minutes and bring them to you.’
‘Thanks, Laney. I really appreciate that.’
‘I’m anxious to see this girl,’ Jerry smiled.
‘Me too,’ I said absently. They would be the only tangible memories of that wonderful time.
We continued with some small talk and our drinks until Laney appeared with a brown manila envelope.
‘There are about eight that show the girls off, Tory. I printed them on regular paper, but I’ll send them to your e-mail address and you can print them on gloss if you like,’ she expla
ined.
‘Great, Laney. Thanks. I can’t believe I didn’t have any pictures from that day.’
‘Well, it was pretty hairy around here about then,’ she laughed. ‘I’m not surprised.’
I opened the unsealed envelope and slid the prints out. They were candid shots and not all of them were great, but I found three that I knew I wanted to print out on photo paper. One showed the two girls laughing at something or someone. They were standing and you could see just how attractive their bodies now were.
Another was a picture of Marilyn and me watching Molly unroll her certificate. We were all seated, and we all had happy expressions. The third, however, brought me up short. It was a picture of Marilyn, in profile, sitting by herself with a quiet, peaceful look about her. It was perfect. I passed it to Jerry.
‘Wow … I can see why you’d be upset. She gorgeous, Tory,’ he said sincerely.
I nodded. I was surprised at the emotion the picture evoked. Much of it had been suppressed, but her appearance in my dreams and thoughts at random times convinced me she was deeply imbedded in my psyche.
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I was sitting out back after dinner on my new, enlarged sundeck, enjoying the warm spring evening. I guess I must have been dozing because I didn’t respond to the phone when it rang. When I realized what the sound was, I jumped up and dashed to the kitchen. I checked the screen to make sure it wasn’t a telemarketer and noticed a local number, but no name. I decided to let it go to voicemail.
It took about five seconds to recognize the voice as Molly’s and I picked up as she began to leave her message.
‘Hi Molly … good to hear from you,’ I said brightly.
‘Oh … Hi Tory, it’s been a long time,’ she said in her usual upbeat tone.
‘Are you still here in town?’
‘Uh, no. I live in Seattle now. I’m just here visiting my parents. I thought I’d give you a call,’ she explained.
‘I’m glad you did. We haven’t talked in a long time. What’s going on in your life?’
‘Actually, I’m engaged,’ she said happily.
‘Wonderful. Who’s the lucky guy?’
‘Uhmmm … he works for Boeing … in Seattle. His name is Grant Larkin. We’ve been going out for a few months. He’s a great guy, Tory. You’d like him. He’s a lot like you, in a way.’
‘I’m happy for you, Molly. I knew you’d find the right guy some day,’ I said sincerely.
We chatted for a few minutes, catching up on each other’s life when the subject of Marilyn came up.
‘Have you seen or heard from Marilyn lately,’ I asked.
‘No … not for months. I saw her the last time she was in Seattle, after Christmas. I only got to talk to her for a few minutes. She was in a hurry to get somewhere.’ I detected a hint of disappointment in her voice.
‘How is she?’ I dared.
‘I don’t know, Tory. Something … something was off … you know. Not something I could see, but … she didn’t seem as happy as I remembered her. Maybe it was just the hassle and all the hard work. She did tell me she was working harder than she ever imagined she could. She looked great, Tory. She looked fabulous, to tell the truth,’ she concluded.
‘I’m glad. I hope she’s happy. I’d hate to think she went through all that and not be satisfied,’ I said.
‘She hasn’t called you at all?’ Molly asked.
‘Nope. Not a word. No cards, even. I guess I’m yesterday’s news.’
‘Why wouldn’t she call? If I see her, I’m going to give her a piece of my mind. It’s the least she could do is stay in touch. She owes you that much,’ she said indignantly.
‘Don’t worry about it, Molly. I’m doing fine and I’m sure she’s very busy. I know I’ll hear from her one of these days.’ I wished I could convince myself of that.
We talked for a few minutes more and then said our goodbyes before hanging up. It was good to hear her happy voice and I was pleased she found ‘Mr. Right.’ I promised her I would be at the wedding in June. It would be just a little over two years since we finished the fitness program. I know Molly kept to her routine and it sounded like Marilyn did as well. After all, her job depended on it, I reasoned.
Two months later, I found myself in a very warm church in Seattle with several dozen other people, none of whom I knew. I had never met Molly’s parents nor did I recognize any of her bridesmaids. I assumed they were all local and not from our hometown. The groom was a good-looking guy, fairly tall with sandy-blonde hair and a lean build. He looked pretty fit, I thought.
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