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Sunday, June 8, 2014
I got another e-mail from Jane. Enough people had committed to going to the reunion that yes, it was going to be held, on Saturday, the 9th of August. I wrote back, and confirmed that I intended to come, and I wanted to ask if Jane had gotten a response back from Emily, but decided against that: I didn’t want to raise any questions, since Em and I hadn’t been real friends in high school, just acquaintances. Of course, four of my other classmates knew that Emily had gotten together during that ski trip, but I didn’t know if any gossip had spread about that.
I went ahead and serviced my truck. I had picked up a used 2000 Ford F-150, a dark red, with an extended cab, and 154,000 miles on it. It was still in pretty good shape for its age, but I gave it the once-over, and changed the worn ball joints, the motor oil and filter, and the air filter. It already had a bed liner, and I bought a bed cover so that I could keep my stuff dry if I ran into rain on the way: it’s a long drive between Nevada and western Jersey, all of it along Interstate 80. Heck, I even washed and waxed the truck, something I almost never do, and it was looking pretty good. The interior had already been pretty clean, mostly because the previous owner had kept it well, so I was in about as good a shape as I could be for this journey.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
I had finally broken down and told the other hands why I was going to my class reunion, and that got a lot of laughs, but at least when they found out I was going to see a girl, they quit with the gay insinuations. Trouble is, I wasn’t going to see a girl: Emily had to be 28 years old now, so I was going to see a woman. People can change a lot in ten years, and the ten years between 18 and 28 are huge. The Army had kept me in shape for eight years, and working on a cattle ranch for the last two didn’t kill my fitness level, either. My frame had filled out some since high school, and I had a lot more muscle than ten years ago, but even though I was solid, I was far from cut.
I had called back home, and told my mother that I ought to be arriving sometime Wednesday or Thursday, but that it was a long drive, over 2,400 miles and not to worry if I didn’t get home until Friday. I had two man tent among my gear, and planned on camping out rather than staying in a motel. The drive was 35 to 36 hours, and doing it in two days meant 17½ to 18 hours each day behind the wheel. It was doable, but if I got sleepy, it wouldn’t be until well after dark, which would make finding a camping spot difficult. At any rate, I was going to leave on Monday morning, and see how the trip went.
And it was boring! Interstate 80 as it crosses southern Wyoming is as straight as a laser beam. It doesn’t look it on the map, but there are long, long stretches where, as you go up-and-down on the hilly terrain, you can see the road stretching out straight ahead of you, all the way to Cheyenne. There wasn’t a lot of traffic either, and the most interesting thing I saw was a beat up white car passing me – and I was doing over 80 MPH – with a dent in the back that someone had painted ‘OUCH’ inside. I guess that was cheaper than fixing it! I tried listening to the radio, having to keep switching stations as they’d come in and go out, and I had a lot of time to think about Emily.
What was she like these days. Ten years is a long time, and she could easily be married by now, maybe have 2½ kids. Then again, for all I knew, she might not be at the reunion, and could even have passed away. But my mind kept coming back to that first moment she kissed me. It was soft and tender, really just a quick kiss, after I had put my fingers under her chin and made some sappy comment about her eyes, but it thrilled me a lot more than such a quick kiss should have.
I don’t know, maybe I was remembering it as being better than it really was, but that image stayed with me, the memory of her head on my shoulder, lightly playing with my chest, was probably the best memory of my entire life. Yeah, I had been carrying a torch for her all of these years, and while it had burned down to embers before, it had flared up brightly in the past few months. Simply put, I had it bad!
That’s the way the guys at the ranch had put it, and naturally, I had denied it, but they were right, and I knew that they were right.
And I needed to fact facts: perhaps part of the reason Emily wasn’t interested in seeing if things could work out ten years ago is that she was just plain out of my league. Oh, she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything like that, but she was cute, and better-looking for a girl than I was for a guy, even though I wasn’t going to win any ugly contests. But she was always so very well put-together, and her father was a doctor who passed for wealthy in our small town, while my family was as working class as it gets, and I could do disheveled very well. Em was in college, going for whatever degree you get in accounting, while I was working at a gas station – New Jersey does not allow self-service stations – and going into the Army. We had hooked up, if I’ve got the meaning of the term right, when we were thrown together at the ski resort, and it seemed like we were pretty good together, but anyone would have thought that Emily could do better than me . . . and maybe she thought that, too. She’s probably an accountant, making big bucks now, unless, of course, she’s a stay-at-home mom married to a high-priced attorney, while I’m a now out-of-work ranch hand, who can ride and fix fences and shovel manure and herd the cattle, but even with that, I don’t fit the romance-movie cowboy image. It’s not like the women were beating down the bunkhouse doors for me back around Elko! Even if there was a spark left, what would she want to do with a guy like me? I could probably pick up a job as a roofer or maybe framing houses, but how was that going to do well with a woman like Emily?
I needed to get my head out of the clouds, and start thinking realistically. I had been driving nine hours now, had just made it to the Nebraska border, and for what? Maybe I’d get to see Emily, but if I did, I’d probably see her with a husband who was a lot better catch than I am. Maybe, maybe! I could get one dance with her, as long as she didn’t tell this much-better-catch husband just what happened in the Poconos. It’d be smarter for me to just turn this truck around, because I can always get my job back with the Botticellis. Still, I hadn’t seen Mom in two years, and she was expecting me. I could continue on, see my family, and still skip the reunion.
I camped out near Sutherland, Nebraska. I pulled off the Interstate, found a campground, and pitched my tent. The place had showers, which was something I needed, and that made it good enough for me. Up early, I figured that I’d get some fast food for breakfast, when I saw a cozy looking diner, and stopped in there. Two eggs, sunny side up, bacon, hash browns, rye toast and coffee, and I was back on my way.
I managed to not get myself quite so depressed the rest of the drive home, I had to camp out again, this time in Ohio, and I got home in the afternoon on Wednesday. That left me all day Thursday and Friday to kick around before Saturday’s reunion. I went to see Ken, my long-ago best friend. It was Ken’s getting involved with Bea, Emily’s friend, that had Emily and me stuck together in that one bedroom at the Pocono ski resort. I guess that the couples there didn’t do too good, because Ken and Bea flamed out quickly, Jack and Jill – yes, those are their real names – didn’t last, and Janis and Carl got divorced. There’s no reason that Emily and I should have fared any better!
‘Dude! You’re looking fit,’ Ken told me, and while I knew that it was true, validation sure didn’t hurt. In fact, everywhere I went in town, I got the same responses: I had left for the Army tall and raw-boned, and now I was tall and filled out, but still with a chest bigger than my waist and arms that didn’t embarras
s me. Hmmm. Maybe, just maybe, Emily would be similarly impressed.
I found myself imagining that yeah, Em was married, with 2½ kids, but her husband, an obviously wealthy lawyer, was still short and scrawny or short and fat or short and bald, and could never, ever compare to me! I’d get that dance, and that kiss, right in front of her pipsqueak husband, and though I’d never have a real chance with her, she’d spend the rest of her married life fantasizing that she was in my arms whenever she gave in to her weak husband’s blandishments for sex, and he’d know that’s what she was thinking. It would be a small victory, but better than nothing.
Saturday night finally came, and, after a bunch of back-and-forth indecision, I finally got dressed for the reunion, and headed over. Jane had booked the main ballroom of a mid-grade hotel, and it had an open bar and a DJ playing crap music from ten years ago. I walked in, and I wasn’t displeased: I was never the handsomest guy around, but I was as fit as any man in the room, and standing a solid 6’2′, I was one of the tallest guys in our class. We all want to look impressive when we meet classmates from long ago, and I thought that I did. I got a lot of hi, how are yous from all of my old classmates.
And then Emily walked in.
Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God! It was as though the past ten years had never passed. I took one look at Em, and I was as in love with her as I was that second night in the Poconos.
I must’ve stood there slack-jawed for a minute, when Jack came up, and said, ‘You OK, buddy?’ That startled me out of my reverie, and I said, ‘Uhh, yeah, I’m fine.’
‘You just spotted Emily, didn’t you?’
‘Yeah.’ That was about all I could say.
‘C’mon, I’ll make the reintroductions,’ and he led me over to Em.
I was still just stunned, still couldn’t believe it. Em had gained a bit of weight, just like everybody else, but she was still just casually elegant, and, to me, stunningly beautiful. No longer wearing glasses, her deep, deep blue eyes reached out and drew me in, and I was hopelessly lost.
Somehow, I managed to make small talk about what I had been doing for the past ten years, and she seemed more impressed than she should have been that I was a cattle ranch hand. I suppose to her that meant cowboy, but I never saw myself as one, I was just another grunt worker. Emily was an accountant now, working for a firm based in Philadelphia, and living in New Hope. She had married, had two kids, and then divorced a guy who was so incredibly stupid that he cheated on her.
‘Dance?’ I asked, as one song was ending.
‘Sure, that would be nice.’ We got out onto the floor, and then, oh, my God, the DJ put on Savage Garden’s Truly, Madly, Deeply.
There was no one else on the floor, no one else in the room, no one else in the world, just Emily and me, slowly dancing to one of the most romantic songs ever.
I don’t know how it happened, maybe the DJ saw something, maybe one of my friends did and put him up to it, but the next song was the Righteous Brothers Unchained Melody. I was just lost, and Emily was lost, slowly swaying together, and she was actually crying when I whispered to her, ‘Marry me.’ I know I should never, ever have asked, yet I got the answer that stunned me. ‘Yes. Oh, my God, yes!’
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