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Chapter four of seven. Thanks to GrandTeton for editorial assistance.
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I got dressed in the bathroom after a very quick shower. My pants were a mess but I could live with it. The thought of driving home without pants crossed my mind, but I wondered how Stacey would feel if she had to bail me out and bring pants for me. Barbara would just laugh, but Stacey would tear a strip off me for being so stupid. She’d be right, too.
I stepped back into my love’s bedroom to say good night, but Julie was already asleep, a lovely smile on her face. I kissed her on the forehead and told her good night. I got some kind of murmur in reply. I slipped out before I could lose my resolve to go home.
Stacey and Barbara were, of course, waiting up for me. I was surprised it wasn’t later given all Julie and I had gone through, but it was still short of midnight.
‘Oh oh,’ Stacey said. ‘I don’t think we need to ask if he had a good time.’
‘No, that much is pretty obvious,’ Barbara responded. She looked again. I suppose I had on some sort of stupid grin. I felt poleaxed. ‘Is she the one?’
‘Yeah, maybe, well, yeah.’ I was very fluent, even loquacious. She was the one, if she’d have me, us. She was the one.
I was likely pretty stupid the next day, or maybe just wrapped up in my memories of Julie’s sweet softness, her warmness, her unexpectedly unleashed passion. It had been sex at last, good sex, maybe great sex, likely not the best I’d ever had (Stacey and I had had some quite wonderful times, too), but great sex with a wonderful woman. It had been more than sex, too, the way it had been with Stacey. It had been a sharing. I couldn’t wait to see Julie again.
I called her mid-morning. She wanted to see me again. I remembered the dinner guest just in time, when I’d been getting set to invite Julie out to dinner tonight. It would have to be tomorrow. She agreed, even letting a little disappointment show in her voice when she realized we couldn’t see each other until then. It matched mine.
When I got home the girls were out in the backyard, playing with Amber and her baby. I guess Amber was using the solar-powered dryer that afternoon. There was a long string of diapers on one of the clotheslines. There were some unmentionables going up on the other.
‘Hi,’ I greeted her.
‘Hi. You know that this is going to put the electric company out of business if it catches on?’
‘Yah. No tears here, though.’
‘Me either.’
That evening Clara came to dinner. She seemed a little fearful of the girls, who were playing underfoot. Maybe she wasn’t used to children. She was attractive enough in a thin sort of way, even though she gave the impression of being big boned, maybe a touch horsey. She was a good conversationalist and had a sardonic sense of humour. Some of her co-workers got quite a going over, though not nastily.
I’m sure Clara might have attracted my attention if Julie and I hadn’t connected so deeply. However, it turned out that there were reasons she would never have kept my attention. Clara had muddy waters deeper down. Julie had issues, of course, but we seemed well on the way to working through them. Clara’s issues weren’t ones I wanted to work with.
They came out over supper. Of course the girls ate with us, even when we had guests. They were part of the family. Maybe they were the reason we were still a family, though I thought there were other reasons as well. Clara reacted badly. Cynthia was still using a high chair, and tended to spread her food around. One gob hit Clara’s blouse. She reacted poorly, as if the child had insulted her. I laughed. I told her it was a mark of favour. She sniffed. Yeah, sniffed. I’d never seen it done before. Stacey told me later it was what older ladies tended to do in the romances she sometimes read, though she’d never seen it herself before either.
Frances tried to make some kind of point in the conversation Clara was having with Barbara. Clara ran right over her when Barbara stopped to let Frances complete her thought. When Frances tried again, she interrupted and told her that she would have to let adults have their say.
It wasn’t worth correcting her. Anyone who could treat my kids that way wasn’t a person I ever intended seeing again. From the looks they exchanged, it was clear that Barbara and Stacey felt the same. Perhaps Clara felt the cool evening more than she let on, but she was excusing herself and leaving long before we’d anticipated. None of us were upset.
‘Sorry about that. She told me she loved children,’ Barbara apologized.
‘Baked or fried, maybe. I can’t help contrasting her attitude with Julie’s.’
‘Speaking of Julie,’ Stacey drawled, ‘when do we get to meet the paragon? Want to invite her over Saturday afternoon?’
‘Not yet, I think. The week after, maybe?’
‘Yes, that would probably be better. No sense rushing the poor woman off her feet. Saturday week, then?’
‘I can do that. I’m taking her to dinner tomorrow. I hope to see her Friday. We have some things planned with the girls this weekend, or at least I do. A week from Saturday should be doable.’
‘Heavens, Robert, you really have it bad.’
‘What? I suppose I do. I hope she has it, too.’
‘I’d say so,’ Stacey smiled. Barbara smiled, too.
Julie fell in with all my plans, seemingly as happy to be with me as I was with her. We made love – it was more than sex – every time. Friday night she invited me over for dinner. I never did get to eat. It was heavenly. I was falling for her, hard.
On the weekend we took the girls out, to the park again on Saturday, and to the beach on Sunday. Julie was a terrific mother-figure. She kept a hawk’s eye on the girls at the beach. She made sure they were covered in sunblock. She made sure I was covered in sunblock. I just about ripped my swimsuit. It wasn’t right that only she was caring, so I made sure she was covered in sunblock.
‘This isn’t a nude beach, Rob,’ she told me. ‘I don’t need sunblock there.’
‘You never know if you’re going to rip your suit on something.’
‘Like the something that wants to rip your suit?’
‘Yeah, I’d be careful if I was you.’
I sat back to watch her as she and the girls built a sandcastle a little ways back from the lapping water. We weren’t on tidal waters, so they weren’t going to lose it to the forces of nature. Little boys, maybe. A pair of six-year-olds pounded right through it, going without looking, like all six-year-olds. Cynthia started to cry. All her hard work messed up. Julie cuddled her in and explained that now they knew how to do it, the next one would be bigger and better and more elaborate. It was, too. Frances simply adored her. Me too.
I knew what Julie looked like. We’d been naked together. More than once. Again, soon, I hoped. Even so, she was beautiful in the sun, all her attention focussed on the girls and what they were building. Her swimsuit was a middling modest bikini. She filled her top most alluringly but there was no chance she’d spill out. She was fit with lovely legs and arms, not too muscled up, covered with just enough of that little layer women have to make them soft and cuddly and loveable. Her midriff was taut with just enough of that delicate bulge to show she was a woman, no longer a girl. I adored the firm planes of her strong back. Why is it that men often don’t recognize the many erotic possibilities of a woman’s back? The stretch of smooth skin over hints of muscle, rising from a trim waist to wide shoulders? Julie’s back was giving me very improper thoughts in a public venue. Uncomfortable ones, too. I’d have to look up a bigger, or at least looser, swimsuit if I planned another beach outing.
We took the girls home early, conscious that they’d had a lot of sun. They’d played happily with Julie. I’d taken Frances for a float while Julie let Cynthia paddle in the shallows. I was getting ready to start te
aching Frances how to swim. The float was the start.
While normally I’d let Julie go when we brought the girls home, this time I went off with her, leaving the girls with Stacey and Barbara. If not planned, it had been intended, so I wasn’t imposing. Julie had agreed to come over the next Saturday to meet the girls’ mother.
Sunday night was the first night I slept over at Julie’s. She’d asked before, but I was still afraid of rushing into this relationship too quickly. We made long, slow, comfortable love. I settled in beside her and curled up with her. We hadn’t spoken of it, but simply accepted it. I was there in the morning. Waking up next to Julie in the morning. It was comfortable and enjoyable. We made love again, lazily, and were climaxing together just as the alarm rang. It was an incredible coincidence, but Julie couldn’t hold out and confessed that she’d set it off on purpose as she was recovering. I laughed. It had been a good joke.
The girls had missed me in the morning when I hadn’t been home to be waked up.
‘I missed you, too, sweethearts. Maybe Julie will come for a sleepover and you can wake us both up.’
‘That would be fun,’ Frances agreed.
I continued to see Julie every day. We made love each time, once or twice more than once. I didn’t sleep over again because it was too hard to leave her. I did have it bad.
A routine swiftly developed. I’d get home for an hour or so after work to spend time with the girls. They were very good about not pushing me for more time. Frances, in particular, was quite aware that I was getting to know the ‘pretty girl’ she liked so much and made Cynthia be reasonable. Amber was usually around using the clothesline or trying to return a favour. She seemed to be a lot happier, and as a result she looked more and more attractive. We always exchanged a few words, and I noticed Barbara was taking her under her wing some, just a little indirect direction. Amber was smart, saw what Barbara was doing and rolled with it, knowing someone was trying to care at least a little about her. She listened and accepted, too. I think she appreciated that Barbara not only tried to help, but tried to make the help unnoticeable, letting Amber protect her rather fragile dignity. I was pleased. I’d come to like Amber. She tried so hard.
After my hour at home, I’d go over to Julie’s. Sometimes we’d go out and sometimes we’d eat in – either takeout I ordered or something she whipped up. We didn’t miss meals. We knew there was time, and it was embarrassing for our stomachs to be rumbling while we caressed each other. After the meal, and clean up if we were at home, we made love. It was almost always love. I’d be home by midnight. Stacey and Barbara had given up waiting up for me. It was always the same.
It was the middle of the second week when I told Julie. We’d made love again, and were comfortably entwined. It wasn’t quite time to get up and go.
‘I love you, Julie.’
‘Me too.’
I must have looked too happy.
‘I love me, too.’
‘You are a barbarian!’
‘Guilty. One of my ancestors was a Hun.’
‘It doesn’t matter. I love you anyway.’
‘I love you, too.’
Neither of us pushed any farther. There were consequences if we loved each other. Maybe we’d work on those one day. Just not now.
I kissed Julie goodnight. ‘I love you.’
She kissed me back. ‘I love you.’
I don’t think there was anyone happier in the world that night than we were.
The next afternoon I was finishing up a presentation, more wasted time, when the phone rang. Julie called me at work sometimes. I was looking forward to seeing her again that evening, the same as I’d been looking forward to seeing her every night that week. I could use a little talking with Julie, too. It wasn’t Julie. It was Stacey, in that icy voice that told me she was trying damn hard not to cry. Today was her work from home day.
‘Robert? We have a situation. Come home now.’
‘On my way.’
I dropped everything and ran for the door. ‘Situation’ didn’t mean a bad report card, not that the girls were in school, it meant ‘the world is ending and I’d rather not be here just now.’ Stacey had never been an alarmist, so the nearest I could think of was nuclear attack. I saw Barbara pulling into her driveway just ahead of me, steaming as much as I was. We almost fought over the doorkey.
‘We’re home, love,’ we called out together.
‘Thank God. Something awful’s happened.’
‘Tell us, love,’ Barbara encouraged.
‘You know I was home today. I get more work done, we save on child care and I get more time with our girls. Amber came over, the way she usually does, with the baby. I made up to the baby as I always do, and the baby had a terrible bruise.’
‘Do you think Amber is abusing her daughter?’
‘Never. The thought crossed my mind, and then I saw Amber. She’s been beaten worse than the baby and I think her arm’s broken.’
‘What can we do?’
‘I needed bodies. Now you’re here, Robert can take Amber and the baby to the hospital. Barbara can help me make up the bed in the downstairs room on our side. I’m not letting her go home to whatever did that.’
‘Suits.’
‘Okay.’
We swung into action. It wasn’t much more than a half hour after Stacey first saw Amber. I hurried into the house, found Amber in the living room with the baby. Amber looked like hell. She was contused in several places, had what looked like severe damage to her right arm, and a pair of raccoon eyes. At a guess someone had planned to half kill her and probably succeeded. I worried about internal bleeding.
‘Barb, call 911 for me please. Tell the police what happened, we’re going to the hospital, send a car there, send one to her home, send one here if they’ve got the third one running tonight.’ I pried Amber’s address out of her, this time. She must have been hurt.
‘Stacey, can you let Julie know I have to cancel? Tell her I’m sorry, and as much else as you think right. Thanks, love.’
I’d wondered a time or two when Amber seemed to be a little stiff just what kind of an abusive relationship she might have been in. She never mentioned a guy in her life, but there obviously was one. Women didn’t normally wear jockey shorts or shirts several sizes too big. If there was a guy, I don’t think she liked him too much. If he’d done the damage that I saw, he wasn’t on her invitation list any more.
I was driving because I had the baby seats in my car: one for a four-year-old and the one for Cynthia that would do for my Lady Deidre. Amber didn’t want to let go of her, but the law is the law, and quite unforgiving on child seats. Besides, Amber was in no shape to hold a child. She was going to have trouble holding herself together. I could see the tears starting to track. Given what she seemed to have gone through in her life, I was surprised. It must have hurt like hell.
We peeled into emergency pretty fast. There was the usual crew of people who’d been too lazy to get their prescriptions renewed, someone with sniffles wanting to talk to a doctor, anyone, really they were so lonely, a couple of non life-threatening cuts and bruises. There was probably a doctor on duty somewhere. They could hardly be open if there wasn’t.
Amber had something social services had given her that would pass for health insurance, so it was easy to get her registered. It covered the child. Sometimes they hadn’t caught up. I looked to see that Ted Gilderson was on tonight. That was a bit of luck. He didn’t like the stint any more than the next guy, but he was capable and conscientious. Besides, it was only once a month. There were a lot of doctors associated with that hospital.
‘Please call Doctor Gilderson. This is an emergency.’
‘Well, yeah, this is an emergency room ain’t it. Dr. G.’s on break.’
‘Please call him, now.’ You put the right snap in it and it usually works. It did this time, too. Ambe
r stared at me. She always thought I was a pretty easy-going guy. I was, too, so she wasn’t wrong. It’s just that you can’t be easy-going all the time or people will mistake you for a doormat. Then if it happens that you need something, you’ll be overlooked. You need to snap now and then. Make sure you don’t waste it, though.
I followed Amber into the examining room as soon as Ted showed up. He was cursing mildly, but unfortunately we were what kept the emergency room open. He showed a fine sense of priorities, since he grabbed the baby first off.
‘Okay, Ms., the baby will be all right. No concussion, no fractures, just a nasty bruise. It’s in the wrong place to be accidental. We’ll need to file a child abuse report.’
He went to the door and yelled:
‘Mandy, get me a form 57.’ He glanced over at Amber. ‘A 59, too.’
‘Right away, doctor.’
‘So, what is your relation to the patient?’ he asked me, smiling.
‘Hus – ‘ Amber started
‘Bro – ‘ I answered.
‘Husbro. Haven’t heard that one before. Haven’t got your story straight, huh? I’m not surprised.
‘Listen,’ he turned to Amber. ‘Your husband or whoever did this to you is going to jail for a very long time. Your husbro, here, might be the one who puts him there. So maybe he’d better be your brother. The different last names are because you married.’
‘Thank you,’ she told him.
‘Now let’s have a look at you. Hey, husbro, get started on that form while I have a look at the lady, will you? Both of them.’ He chased me out. I held on to Lady Deirdre. Somebody had to. It had to be me. Besides, Lady Deirdre was a sweetheart. She started to make strange noises and get a touch restless.
‘Oh, you poor man.’ A couple of very lovely young nurses were moving my way, smiling happily. ‘You know she’s probably dirty and needs her diaper changed.’
They took over. They cleaned up the Lady Deirdre and changed her diaper at warp speed. Then they hung around chatting with me and cooing at the baby. I could have had a couple of numbers to put in my non-existent little black book with no trouble. If I hadn’t been connected to Julie I’d have done it, too. They were very nice women. Who’d have thought a messy wet baby would be such a babe magnet?
My Florence Nightingales left a few minutes later to go on shift. We were all sorry. It was another hour before Ted came out.
‘You’ve already figured out she was hammered. It’s worse under the clothes. She didn’t want to say, fear of reprisals, maybe, but it was the husband – more likely a boyfriend, I think, she said he wasn’t the baby’s father – and he hit the baby, too. I think she got most of it when she tried to protect the baby from him.
‘She’s going to get over all of it, not even scars, but it will take a long time. She can’t go back there. She thinks she has to. Nowhere else for the baby. If it was just her she’d sleep in the park to be away.’
‘She’s got a place. Stacey and Barbara are just itching to get their hands on her and the baby. She’s good for as long as it takes.’ Ted was a good friend, one of the very few who knew what went on, or in my case didn’t go on, in my home.
‘Okay, you’ve got the little one. She can rest easy. Somebody will pick her up tomorrow after lunch?’
‘For sure.’
‘Okay, here’s the rundown. Worst problem is the busted arm. It’s a bad break and the arm has to be immobile for at least a month. That’s going to make it real hard for her to feed and take care of the baby.’
‘Somebody will be there for her. Worst case is we hire a careworker.’
‘The rest of it is scrapes and bruises, painful as hell but not disabling. She’ll probably be a few weeks getting over those, too.’
‘Was he trying to kill her? How’d she get away?’
‘I’d say attempted murder would be a fair charge. Just lost his temper and flew at her because she wouldn’t let him murder her daughter. The neighbour’s boy, just sixteen but big as a house, came up when he heard her screaming. I guess something like it happened before, but he’d never tried to take out the woman before, or to actually kill her. The boy took one look at what he was doing and knocked his lights out. He’s probably still out from what she said.’
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