Happily Ever After? Chapters 2 and 3
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Synopsis: | Joan struggles to find her place in this life. Sam continues to put himself at risk for the love of the game. |
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Chapter 2
Be My Baby
It took me awhile to get to sleep and I found it almost impossible to
remain in that state. Sam wasn't up for any fooling around and drifted
off quickly with his arm and leg draped over me possessively. This was
what I'd wanted, wasn't it? Why was I having these gnawing doubts
about everything? If I had the chance, I'd definitely take a few days
and just go off by myself somewhere. The weight of the entire situation
was beginning to drag me down.
Finally, the morning arrived and I made good use of the shower. It was
almost eight o'clock by the time I'd finished and Sam was still
sleeping soundly. I felt out of place here at Aunt Alice's. I found
myself missing my room, my dog, and yes, even my mother. It still gave
me great joy to stand there and watch Sam sleeping. He looked so
peaceful. Totally at ease with the world. I envied his outlook.
I did a few more loads of laundry and checked out the food situation.
I slowly shook my head from side to side as I viewed the mountain of
frozen foods in the freezer. After taking a total inventory, I
realized that they didn't even have cheerios. I began to wonder if I'd
ever feel like anything other than a visitor who'd overstayed her
welcome here.
I made my way back upstairs. It was time for my husband to awaken.
"Sam, sweetheart, it's time to get up," I cajoled as best I could. He
grabbed Josam and covered his head with the stuffed toy. "Darling come
on, you've got a doctor's appointment, remember?" I reminded.
He slowly arose from the bed. He didn't seem at all happy about it.
That was one thing that he and Mom had in common. They could both
sleep forever and through anything. I made some coffee (instant,
yuck!) while I waited for him to finish his shower. The smell of the
coffee was more than I could take and I soon found myself sitting on
the back steps with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. There would be
no more smoking in the houses. I wondered how Mom would react to that?
Aunt Melissa had agreed to chauffeur us to Dr. Feingold's office. I
hoped I'd be able to convince her to stop at the food store on the way
back. While there was plenty of food at our house, there was little of
nutritional value at Sam's. Just one more way to spend my money. I
couldn't very well ask Aunt Alice for grocery money, could I?
Sam looked radiant as he made his way into the kitchen. His smile was
inspirational. He stared greedily at my coffee and was angry when I
refused to share. I reminded him of Dr. Feingold's insistence that he
fast, as she wanted to do some blood work. At last I had him ready to
head on over to my house.
Aunt Melissa seemed in fine spirits as I greeted Shandy hello. I could
tell that my baby missed me. Even though she paid more attention to
anyone else, she was still my baby. Sam was starting to get a bit
angry as his sense of smell focused on the aroma of left over eggs
and sausages. I told Aunt Mel that we'd be waiting for her outside and
quickly ushered him out of the kitchen.
.
We made the short trip to the medical center in silence. Everything
seemed perfect health wise, but you could never be too careful, I
guess? Dr. Feingold's office was relatively empty when we arrived.
Sam went and signed in and the three of us took our seats in the
waiting room. I'd never really known anyone who was pregnant before.
That sounds crazy, I know, but I had no experience in this area
whatsoever.
At last, the good doctor came and collected Sam herself. She had a
huge smile for the Waves' best pitcher. I knew better than to make the
attempt to accompany Sam. Besides, Aunt Melissa had grabbed my arm to
restrain me as I tried to join them. It seemed she didn't know what to
say either. She made several attempts at conversation, but I had no
idea what she was going on about. We sat there waiting as two strangers
might while waiting for a bus.
There was only one thing on my mind this morning: the twins. It seemed
like Sam was gone for an inordinately long time. I finally found myself
pacing the waiting room. At last, Sam came through the office door
with a huge smile on his face. I heaved an unintentionally
enthusiastic sigh of relief. It seemed he was indeed in perfect
health, but the doctor had prescribed some special vitamins for the
duration. Dr. Feingold also came over and greeted us. She actually
thanked me for taking such good care of Sam. I responded by turning
several shades of crimson and smiled blankly at her in return.
Another appointment was made for four weeks hence and we headed off to
the local supermarket. I was determined to provide a healthy diet for
my husband. Lots of fruits and vegetables as well as sufficient lean
protein and the like. It became exasperating as I had to keep removing
junk food from our cart as we strolled up and down the aisles. I
thought about relenting a bit, but I realized that Sam needed a firm
hand in regards to nutrition. I could be the bad guy if that's what it
took.
We arrived back at Sam's and I spent the next hour and a half cleaning
out the refrigerator and putting everything away. Hell, they didn't
even have real coffee. Yes, I know that coffee is not on anyone's list
of nutritional requirements but my own. Half an hour later I had the
coffee pot, which had been sitting dirty on the kitchen counter for
what could have been eons, cleaned and soon had fresh grounds brewing.
While I slaved away in the kitchen, Sam had found his way back to bed.
I couldn't begrudge him his sleep. Although he put on a brave front,
I'm sure he was having his doubts as well. Just the odor of fresh
coffee brewing lifted my spirits. I poured myself a cup and sat down
at the kitchen table and began to compile a "to do" list. It seemed I
wouldn't have to worry about cleaning our house for the time being.
Aunt Melissa took better care of it than I ever did. She'd surely be
missed when it was time for her to leave.
It had been over an hour since Sam went to lie down and I knew that he
had baseball practice this afternoon. Not wishing for a grumpy repeat
performance of this morning's activities, I brought a cup of coffee up
into his room. "Sam, time to get up," I whispered again. He grumbled
a bit but finally opened his eyes and reached for the coffee..
"You've got ball practice, remember?"
I could tell he was considering skipping the entire affair. "If you'd
rather sleep sweetheart, go ahead, it's ok." That was what he needed
to hear to get him in motion. A little reverse psychology did the
trick. "Lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes darling," I whispered
as I made my way down the stairs.
I began to wonder how he'd ever grown so big and strong on the garbage
that Aunt Alice provided. I made him a salad and a half pound burger
(extra lean beef, of course). That would have to hold him till
dinnertime. Sam voiced a few complaints about the funny tasting
lettuce. I began laughing as I realized he hadn't recognized the
spinach for what it was. He finished up, kissed me goodbye, and told
me he'd be home for dinner.
I put on my painting clothes and made my way over to the Cohen home.
Ben and Ida Cohen had moved here from Pennsylvania a number of years
ago. I surveyed the work they wanted done and told them it was going to
cost in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars. They both seemed a
bit dismayed at my estimate, but made no complaints. I called Aunt Mel
and told her that I wouldn't be home for dinner. I wasn't leaving till
the job was finished.
Seven thirty rolled around and I began dragging my feet. I still had a
fair amount of trim work to do. Although I'd wanted to finish the job
in one shot, that wasn't going to happen. I bade the Cohens farewell
and told them I'd see them bright and early in the morning. I arrived
home at eight and headed straight for the shower. I needed the feeling
of just being "home" no matter how temporary it might be.
I found myself wondering if I could actually do this. No, not being
Joan, but being married and living someplace that wasn't "home." I
missed things the way they were. Hell, I found myself missing my
sanding block! Hopefully, these feelings would pass. I grabbed a
change of clothes out of my dresser and headed downstairs. Mom and
Aunt Mel greeted me when I walked into the kitchen.
"And why aren't you with your husband?" Mom asked. A feeling of terror
suddenly encompassed me. I really needed to get away. I told Mom and
Aunt Mel that I was going out for a bit. If Sam called they were to
tell him I'd be home by ten. I didn't hang around waiting for any kind
of response. I grabbed my purse and made my exit.
I found myself strolling aimlessly on the boards. It all felt
different somehow. Things just seemed a little darker, a little
dingier. Why was I feeling so down? I bought a soda and a slice and
sat at a table mindlessly munching pizza. I'd never felt so alone
before in my life. Sitting here surrounded by literally thousands of
people and I felt desolate. I finished eating and found that I didn't
feel like doing anything. Didn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone.
I just wanted to be alone. I made my way down to the beach and sat at
ocean's edge, just out of its reach.
Had it really been less than a month ago when Fred found me serenading
the waves? He kissed me. I found myself remembering it fondly. Now I
guessed he was kissing Darla. Was I ok with that? What was happening
to me? I folded my arms over my knees and rested my head against them.
Everything just seemed overwhelming.
This should be a very happy time for me. I had everything I'd ever
wanted; Sam, friends, a good paying job, parents who loved me, my goal
of really becoming Joan was well under way. Why then was I so
distraught? The fact that I had no answers to that added to my stress.
It was already after ten and I knew that I had to make my way back to
the Peters' household. I really didn't want to go there. For a few
moments I considered running away. It was thoughts of the twins that
kept me where I was.
I knew that if I simply took off that their lives could be in danger.
No, I wasn't positive that that was the case, but it was more than a
possibility. I bought a small floral bouquet and headed back "home."
Sam smiled at me as I entered. He came over and gave me a big hug and
asked if I was alright. I began shaking slightly in his arms with both
of my hands wrapped around him while I tightly held the flowers in my
hand. I had to keep my game face on for him. I couldn't let him see
the real me hiding just beneath the surface. We continued to hold one
another and I told him in as enthusiastic voice as I could muster that
all was well.
I handed him the small bouquet and told him I hoped he liked them. He
gave me a bit of a strange look, but took the carnations and placed
them in a vase. They weren't much to look at, but their scent was
wonderful. He asked me if I was hungry. I told him that I could eat.
I sat at the kitchen table while he prepared a salad with fresh tuna
sprinkled throughout.
"You know, you could have told me that the lettuce was spinach," he
said and laughed. I laughed with him and replied that I didn't think
he'd have eaten it if he'd known. He kept the conversation light and
began talking about the game on Saturday. He actually asked me if
Darla was coming too. I explained that Darla had made other plans. I
didn't have the heart to tell him that but for the twins, I probably
wouldn't be going either. I had absolutely no desire whatsoever to sit
through a baseball game.
I knew there wasn't anything I could do to protect them but just being
there would make me feel better somehow. I finished eating and Sam did
the cleaning up. I smiled up at him. We made our way into the living
room and Sam made a few feeble attempts to engage me in sexual
activity. He could tell that I wasn't in the mood and soon gave up on
the idea.
We headed up to bed and both simply crawled in. This would be the first
time we shared a bed together without engaging in any kind of sexual
activity. He fell asleep while I gently scratched his back.
Friday morning arrived and I woke up feeling a bit more restored. I'd
never experienced mood swings such as I'd been having the last few
days. Could it have been the hormones, I wondered? I was only glad
that this morning I felt alright. Having showered last night I decided
to skip it this morning. A splash of cold water on my face was all
that I needed to get started on my day.
Aunt Alice was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of "real" coffee
in her hands. "I see somebody went food shopping yesterday," she said
as I entered the room. "You know, there's plenty of food in the
freezer," she continued. I wasn't quite sure how to handle the
situation. I didn't want to start a fight with her. I simply replied
with an "oh," poured myself a cup and sat down at the table. I longed
for my own kitchen.
I guessed that a good part of my depression was tied to simply being
here. I wanted to go home. I had no idea what time Sam planned on
getting up. I had to eat something and get myself to work. "Would you
like some breakfast Aunt Alice?" I asked her.
"I thought I told you to call me Mom?" she replied. My discomfort
level jumped a notch. I just couldn't call her that. How could I even
tell her without getting her upset?
"Well, would you like something?" I tried again, this time leaving off
her "name" completely. She knew what I was doing and didn't make an
issue of it. I wound up making us both some scrambled eggs. With
breakfast finished and the kitchen in order I made my way across the
street. It was crazy I know, but I needed to see Shandy.
The dog seemed beyond happy to see me. She greeted me at the front
door and jumped relentlessly on my denim skort. I wrapped my arms
around her and covered her with kisses. Aunt Melissa stood in the
background taking it all in.
"Are you alright Joan?" she asked in the middle of my encounter with
the dog. "Have you had any breakfast?" I felt the tears building in my
eyes and knew that I wasn't alright. I wasn't sure that I ever would
be again. She came over and hugged me. She escorted me into the
kitchen and asked again if I was hungry. I told her that I'd already
eaten and just stopped over this morning to see if everything was ok
over here. Not the complete truth, but close enough.
I finally said my goodbyes, grabbed my bike and was on my way. The
Cohens seemed happy to see me. I took that as a good sign. Four hours
later I finished the trim work. Mrs. Cohen smiled at me as she handed
me a check for three hundred and twenty dollars. No one had ever paid
me by check before. I felt a bit distrustful over the entire situation
but I wasn't going to insult her and demand cash. I thanked her for
the bit of extra and told her that if she ever needed any painting done
in the future to please call me. I handed her my business card and was
on my way.
I stopped at the bank on the way home and deposited the check. I hoped
it hadn't been a mistake to not demand cash. With Hospin's only a few
blocks away, I pedaled over and said hello. Mr. Hospin seemed happy to
see me. He said he almost always got calls from satisfied customers
thanking him for recommending me. I smiled at him in return. I bade
him farewell and pedaled home. I found myself in "my" kitchen making
myself a roast beef sandwich. I didn't even stop over to see if Sam
was home. Sitting there eating with a cup of strong black coffee to
accompany it all. I thought again about all that was happening.
I ran upstairs to the bathroom and took my pills. I decided that it
made more sense to keep them with me and tucked my prescriptions into
my purse. Thankfully, the house was quiet. I had no idea where Aunt
Mel had headed out to, but I was glad that she wasn't here. Next thing
I knew I was lying on the floor in the sewing room taking a nap. I had
no idea how long I'd slept, but eventually Aunt Melissa shook me awake.
Ah, Friday evening was rapidly approaching. I guessed that Sam would
be doing his early curfew routine this evening. I hoped that I wasn't
included in those plans. Hell, it was the weekend and I didn't want
to be locked indoors at nine o'clock. I went in the kitchen and called
Sally.
"Sally?" I asked as she picked up the phone. "It's me, Joan," I said
in case she didn't recognize my voice. Before she could say anything
else, I asked her if she wanted to do anything this evening.
"Joan! Great to hear from you. And, sure, what did you have in mind?"
I smiled into the phone. Sally was definitely in vivacious mode.
"I really didn't have any plans, maybe we could go and hang out on the
boardwalk?" I asked her. Just as the words were out of my mouth, I
realized that I should probably have consulted with Sam before making
any such plans. I sighed aloud.
"What's wrong Joan?"
"Well, I just realized that I should probably talk it over with Sam
before making any plans for the evening." She laughed upon hearing my
explanation. I only wished that I found the whole thing as funny as
she seemed to. We chatted for a bit and I told her I'd call her back
within the hour to let her know what was going on. She laughed again
and told me she'd await my call.
I made my way across the street. Sam was sitting at the kitchen table
with a roast beef sandwich in one hand and a soda in the other. "Sam,
you're going to spoil your appetite," I told him. He just looked at me
and laughed.
"Sam, did you have any plans for this evening? Sally called and asked
if I wanted to go out with her later." He didn't need to know that I'd
actually been the one to call her.
"It's alright sweetheart. You know I have an early curfew and I don't
feel like doing anything anyway. Well, aside from eating one of your
delicious dinners that is," he laughed. I promised him I'd be back in
a few minutes and headed back across the street.
It almost seemed silly walking across the street to make a phone call,
but it just felt safer somehow. I called Sally back and we made plans
to meet at the Webster Avenue entrance at seven thirty. She really
seemed excited at the prospect of the two of us getting together. I
gave her my cell phone number and explained that it was for emergencies
only. I entered her cell into my own phone's memory. We said our
goodbyes and I headed downstairs to talk to Aunt Mel for a bit.
Aunt Melissa insisted that Sam and my mother-in-law come over for
dinner. I cringed a bit at the in-law reference. Aunt Mel noticed it
and simply laughed. I told her that it would be fine as long as she
and Mom promised to come over tomorrow for dinner. She told me that
she expected nothing less. I then mentioned that if she was making
dinner rolls to double up on them if at all possible. She laughed
again.
I finally realized, well, I'd known it already, but my real sense of
loss was about losing my home. Yes, I knew that I hadn't lost it, not
really, but it sure felt like I had. Without being asked, I made the
salad for the evening's meal. While I was peeling carrots, Sam came
strolling in and asked me just what had happened to me. OK, so it was
more than just about losing my home. I really needed some space.
Sam asked Aunt Mel if she was going to come to the game tomorrow.
"Well, I don't know, nobody's asked me," she replied. It was Sam's
turn to laugh and he informed her that his asking was as much of a
formal invitation as she was likely to get. She smiled at him and told
him she'd be honored to watch him play. My mood brightened just a
little. It might be fun being there with Aunt Melissa.
Sam sauntered back across the street to retrieve his mother for dinner.
Aunt Alice and Mom walked in the front door simultaneously. Mom was a
bit disconcerted, her routine (a drink and a smoke) had been disturbed.
Finally, the five of us sat down to dinner. My plans for tomorrow's
meal went out the window. It seems Aunt Mel had already prepared a
chicken dinner. And, she'd made fresh baked bread as well. She sure
could teach me a thing or two in the kitchen.
Aunt Melissa started asking Sam all kinds of questions about the team.
Sam smiled and answered them all from his vast knowledge and
experience. Sure we'd always shared a love of the game, but I never
realized that his interest was quite so serious. Both Mom and Aunt
Alice made their apologies to Sam and explained to him that they had
plans for tomorrow afternoon. Sam seemed devastated by the news.
"Don't worry Sam, Aunt Melissa and I will be there to cheer you on!"
He put on a brave smile, but I could tell that he felt just a bit
rejected. Neither of the moms explained just why they wouldn't be
there.
It was closing in on seven when dinner was finally finished. I smiled
to myself as I began clearing the table, remembering all the times in
the past when I'd rushed to get it all done. I wasn't so sure that I
could get away with simply leaving the oven racks to soak in the sink,
but I tried it anyway.
Aunt Mel gave me a dirty look, but I assured her that I'd be back later
to clean and put everything away. For some unknown reason she came
over and hugged me tight. I wished that I knew why I felt this need to
escape.
After what Mom and Aunt Alice had said about not attending tomorrow's
game, I felt extremely guilty about going out this evening. Sam looked
so damned sad. "Sam, would you like to come to the boardwalk with me
and Sally for a bit?" I asked hoping that he'd refuse my offer. He
smiled at me sheepishly and thanked me with his eyes.
"If you don't mind?" His response told me that he respected my space.
Sure I still felt a bit put upon, but this was my husband and I'd do
anything I could to make him happy.
I laughed and told him I'd be honored to share his company. I only
hoped that Sally didn't mind. I didn't think she would, but you never
knew. I considered calling her up and telling her of the change of
plans, but then I worried that she'd cancel on me entirely.
I ran upstairs checked my face and Sam and I were out the door. I
hadn't noticed until now, but Sam always took the outside position on
the sidewalk when we were together. Was he subconsciously protecting
me? I knew under current circumstances that if anyone was going to
protect anyone, it would be me protecting him. He began swinging our
hands to and fro as we made our way to the boardwalk.
"Sally! Over here!" he shouted out to her. Sally had been staring
absentmindedly up the block as we approached. She smiled at us both as
we drew near.
"And how's my favorite married couple this evening?"
"Sally, you are coming to the game tomorrow, aren't you?" were the
first words out of Sam's mouth. Somehow I had to get him to stop doing
that. It was getting embarrassing.
"Well, I don't know?" she replied.
I did my best to laugh it off and assured her that Sam asked that
question of everyone he came in contact with. That seemed to calm her
down a bit. "So, you've got the same tattoo as Joan," he stated
watching carefully for her reaction. Sally laughed it off and told him
that Darla had the same one too. He raised an eyebrow but made no
comment.
We started walking down the boardwalk. Sam took center position and
put an arm around my shoulder and Sally's like he was a big star or
something. It made Sally smile. It made me feel a bit weird. We
stopped at Coor's and I treated everyone to ice cream. It felt really
good not having to worry about each and every nickel anymore. I
suppose in the back of my mind I knew that each and every nickel was
more important now than it ever had been.
Sam seemed really happy and relaxed to be out with us. I was glad for
that at least. I was also glad that Sally seemed at ease as well. Sam
generally wasn't as at ease around girls as he'd been of late. Perhaps
we were simply growing up?
We spent a few minutes in the video arcade. Sam was determined to beat
one of the driving machines. Sally and I stood in the background and
waited for him to finish. It didn't take long. He walked away a bit
irked. I was just happy that he didn't stand there for half an hour
trying to beat the machine into submission.
It was closing in on nine o'clock and Sam had to get home. I could
tell he didn't want to leave and that he'd have stayed if I didn't
force the issue. I asked Sally if she'd walk with us cause Sam had to
go home. Since home was only a few blocks from the boardwalk it really
wasn't that far out of the way. We got to his front door and stood
there and kissed for a minute. I could tell that Sally was getting a
bit uncomfortable.
He asked her again before going in: "Sally, you will come tomorrow,
won't you?" I wanted to hammer him over the head! She told him that
she'd have to check but would be there if she could. He seemed to
accept that and told me he expected me home by eleven. I felt like
laughing and crying simultaneously. I told him that I wouldn't be too
late and kissed him goodbye. I was tired of rules and regulations. It
seemed everyone was ordering me about. And that includes my beloved
Shandy. I laughed at the thought.
Sally and I made our way back to the boardwalk. She told me that she
was glad she got a chance to see Sam. They hadn't encountered one
another since the wedding. I smiled at her and told her that it would
be nice if she could come to the game tomorrow, but did my best to not
make it sound like I was begging. She laughed and told me it probably
wouldn't be a problem.
We got back to the boardwalk and Sally wanted to take a walk in the
waves. We removed our shoes and headed for the breakers. I felt a tad
strange when Sally reached out and grabbed my hand. "Danger Will
Robinson," my mind taunted me. She looked at me like I was crazy and
held my hand tighter as we continued walking through the surf. She
asked me how I liked being married. She seemed a bit surprised when I
told her I felt like I had less freedom now than I did as a child
living under my mother's roof.
Upon reflecting for a few minutes she agreed that my interpretation of
the current state of affairs made sense. She pulled me up short, turned
me around and hugged me. My heart began doing triple time in my chest.
I was actually worried that she was going to kiss me. Sally sensed my
discomfort and told me to just calm down. I giggled nervously and took
her advice. In a lot of ways Sally seemed more mature than any of us.
We continued hugging for a minute and rubbed each other's backs gently.
We headed back to the boardwalk and took a seat on one of the benches.
I brushed off my feet and put my sandals back on. Sally eyed me with
disgust as I removed a cigarette from my purse and lit it. "You know,
I can almost understand why Darla started smoking, but I can't imagine
for the life of me why you did?" I couldn't help but wonder just what
she meant about Darla and felt compelled to ask.
"What do you mean about understanding why Darla does it?" I asked as
smoke billowed through my nostrils. I sat there staring at her feeling
more stupid with each passing second.
"Err, nothing," she replied a bit too quickly.
"You know about her accident, don't you Sally?"
I saw signs of confusion and worry in her eyes. She grabbed my free
hand tightly and said, "yes Joan, I know, but you must never tell Darla
that I do." My own eyes were now swimming in confusion. Why all the
secrecy? OK, so perhaps it was a lot easier dealing with the world if
no one knew. But, why the secrecy between themselves? Darla and Sally
had been best friends ever since the Raspberrys moved to town.
"Sally, you have to know that I'll never say a word about it," I
promised. "It's getting late, are you sure you're going to be alright
walking home alone?" I had to ask.
"It's ok Joan, my brother Charlie is going to pick me up at Webster
Ave. at eleven." As it was now ten of the hour, I decided to wait with
her till he arrived. It felt good to be away from everyone if only for
awhile. I vowed then and there that I'd have to schedule some time for
just "me" on a regular basis.
Having waved goodbye to Sally, I found myself staring awkwardly in two
directions. One, was the ocean and the special allure it held for me.
The other was home. I would have headed back to the surf, but I knew
Sam had his game tomorrow and I didn't want to keep him up worrying
about me. I briskly walked to my new home determined to make the best
of it...
Chapter 3
Dancing in the Dark
I arrived at the Peters' home and realized that I didn't have a key.
It was now eleven thirty and the house was completely dark. Now what
the hell was I supposed to do? Should I knock on the door and wake
everyone up? Was Sam worried about me? It certainly didn't seem so.
I stood in front of the door with my head shaking involuntarily from
side to side and made my way across the street: home...
I removed my key from my purse and carefully let myself in. Shandy was
all over me in seconds, tail wagging and jumping up and down on my bare
legs. I followed my memory through the dark and into the kitchen. It
was too late for coffee so I made myself a cup of tea. As I sat at the
table thinking things over, Shandy continually assaulted me. She tried
desperately to jump up into my lap. I'd never seen her do that before.
If my parents had taught her one thing it was that the table was off
limits.
She looked up at me with those big sad eyes and I figured she was
hungry. Her tail began wagging rapidly as I stood up and partially
filled her bowl with some leftovers from the fridge. One problem
solved I thought as I made my cup of herbal tea. I sat at the table and
broke my own rule. A cup of tea and a cigarette. I wasn't really sure
why I was feeling so out of sorts. Was it the same for Sam? It irked
me a bit that I'd been locked out and he'd apparently gone to sleep
without me.
All of a sudden I began worrying that something was wrong. A bit of a
panic attack assaulted me. Hell, he had my cell phone number.
Everyone had my cell phone number. If some kind of emergency had
arisen, wouldn't they have called? I removed the phone from my purse
and checked it. It was in obvious working order and there were no
messages for me. I began to calm down a bit. If it hadn't been so
late, I'd have called Aunt Vivian. I really needed to talk to someone.
It was midnight when I realized that my place was with Sam. I couldn't
simply leave him to twist in the wind. What if he woke up in the
middle of the night and found me gone? It would probably scare the
hell out of him. I picked up the phone and dialed his number. I began
to worry with each passing ring and no answer. On the tenth ring Aunt
Alice picked up. I explained to her that I was locked out and could
she please open the front door for me. She surprised me by telling me
to simply stay where I was and that they'd see me in the morning.
Whoa!
I hung up the phone feeling worse than I had before I even called.
Shandy having finished her food began whining at the back door. I let
her out and sat back down at the table. Had I done something wrong
here? If not, then why was I being punished? I let the dog back in,
and made my way into the sewing room. Thankfully, my blanket and
pillows were still on the top shelf in the closet. I laid down on the
floor and Shandy came in and curled up beside me. Her wagging tale
thumped silently against my thigh. I was so grateful for her company
that I hugged her tightly to my chest. I slowly drifted off though
each breath was filled with worry.
I was awakened by the smell of coffee brewing. Like a junkie in need
of a fix I pulled on my clothes and stumbled into the kitchen. "Ah,
she lives!" Aunt Mel exhorted. I issued a sad smile and filled my cup.
The kitchen clock informed me that it was just after nine. I figured
that Sam was up by now, so with coffee cup in my hand I dialed his
number. He reacted as if all were normal and asked me if I had a good
time with Sally last night.
I was totally taken aback. He simply seemed not to care. Hell, he
hadn't missed me at all. I told him that I'd see him at the game later
on. Sam told me he loved me and got off of the phone. I was both
elated and a bit peeved. I wasn't sure whether or not to call Sally
and ask her yet again if she wanted to come. Was I just pestering her?
I sighed aloud and dialed her number.
"Sally? It's me, Joan. Well, can you make it this afternoon?" I asked
and laughed. I didn't want to appear too anxious. After a few hems
and haws she told me resignedly that she'd be happy to come. I didn't
miss a beat and told her that it really wasn't necessary if she didn't
want to. She seemed relieved at hearing it, but restated her desire to
join us. I thanked her and told her we'd pick her up at noon. Hell, I
hadn't even asked Aunt Mel if it would be ok. I didn't think she'd
object to the additional company.
It was then that I realized I didn't even know where Sally lived. I
didn't want to call her back just to ask for her address, so I got out
the phone book and looked it up. She lived on Beemer Street, a two
mile ride from my house. It's a good thing that she never took me up
on my offers to walk her home.
"What would you like for breakfast?" Aunt Melissa asked, shaking me out
of my reverie. I told her whatever she felt like making was fine with
me. She laughed at that and began frying up some eggs. "So, are you
all ready for the baseball game?" she went on. I told her that I was,
though I wasn't really sure I meant it. It just didn't seem important
to me at all.
We sat there eating our breakfast and I realized that the Waves were
undefeated: eleven wins and no losses. No county team had ever amassed
a better record. They were a good bet to win the state championships
at the end of August. The final game deciding the winner would be held
in just a few more weeks. . Where had the summer gone? I was so proud
of Sam and his accomplishments and a bit worried too given his current
condition.
I cleaned up the kitchen in a semi-catatonic state. Aunt Mel seemed to
know that I wasn't 100% with her. She gave me the space that I needed.
With the kitchen totally cleaned up it was still only ten thirty. I got
out my notebook and started making calls to line up work for next week.
I smiled as I remembered that we were going to have band practice
tomorrow. I'd have to find some time at some point today to practice a
bit. With five jobs scheduled and one maybe, I headed up to the
bathroom to make myself pretty.
I decided to tempt fate and put on my sundress. It was the same one I'd
been wearing when Dad had assaulted me not too many weeks ago. I put
on my wedgies and made my way back downstairs. Taking my morning pills
had become such a part of my routine that I hardly even noticed it
anymore. I did however notice the slight puffiness of my breasts and
my nipples were in a constant state of increased sensitivity. It was
more than I'd hoped for. My mind was all over the place. Soon, Sam's
first trimester would be completed and then I could stop worrying a
bit. Most miscarriages occurred during that time frame.
Back in the here and now, I examined myself in the sewing room mirror.
My hair was just so, my makeup was perfect, my necklace stood out
against my chest, my ankle bracelet also announced my name for all the
world to see. I laughed to myself as I realized that at least I'd
never forget my name. I just wished that I could snap out of this funk
that I seemed trapped in.
It was closing in on noon and I told Aunt Melissa that we'd better get
started if we wanted to get there in time. She smiled at me and told
me she was thinking the same thing. Aunt Mel, not one to waste money
brought an insulated cooler bag filled with sandwiches and sodas. I
smiled at her thinking that I wouldn't have to risk another trip to the
concession stand. Generally I wasn't afraid of anything, but lately?
Well, I couldn't say that it was the case any longer. I'd become a lot
more wary of my surroundings since becoming Joan.
I directed Aunt Mel to Sally's house. She seemed happy for the company.
Along the way I asked her if she knew just what Mom and Aunt Alice were
up to this afternoon. She simply smiled at me and told me that she had
no idea. We arrived at Sally's and she was out on the front porch
waiting for us. I got in the back with her and complimented her on her
attire. She was wearing a sun dress very similar to my own, though no
one would ever mistake us for sisters.
We arrived at the stadium and found decent seats just a few rows behind
the home team dugout. The overall turnout was a little lighter than
usual. I guessed that a lot of people were simply away on vacation.
Out of the blue Sally asked me, "is everything alright between you and
Sam?" I hadn't really thought about things in that way and I was at a
loss for words for a few moments. I looked out to the field where the
team had finally made its entrance and watched Sam as he began throwing
his warm-up tosses.
"Yeah Sally, everything's fine," I said at last and sent Sam a special
cheer. Sally looked at me dubiously not sure whether to believe me or
not. I gave her a special smile and her mood brightened. Aunt Mel
informed us that it had been years since she'd last been to a baseball
game. She went on to explain that the last time she'd been was when my
cousin Melissa was playing softball back in high school. She seemed a
bit amazed at the facility provided for a bunch of kids to play ball.
The star spangled banner was sung and the game began. I felt a
heaviness in my heart and knew that I just didn't want to be there. To
say anything at that point would have been absurd. Aunt Melissa was
here to cheer on Sam and Sally was here because I'd asked her to come.
And now? Now I just wanted to be anywhere but here.
Fortunately, the game was a quick one. Before I knew it, it was the top
of the fifth. The Waves clung to a one run lead. I found myself
wondering if Dr. Feingold was in the stands. It was only the fifth, but
Sam looked like he was getting tired. He was taking a little too much
time between pitches. With two outs, the Eagles had the bases loaded.
Even from where I was sitting, I could see the look of worry on my
sweetheart's face. He tuned out the entire world and simply focused on
the catcher's mitt in front of him.
The batter swung mightily and the ball dribbled a few feet in front of
home plate. The catcher quickly scooped it up and stepped on home
plate. The inning was over. A loud sigh of relief echoed through the
stands as the Waves headed back to the dugout. I was really beginning
to worry about Sam. He came to bat and hit a line drive, just fair
down the left field line. His mile-wide smile beat him to second base;
standing up. The Waves managed to bat him in and the top of the sixth
began.
The Eagles came to bat and Sam made short work of the first two
batters. Then it happened. With two outs and no one on base the
batter hit a line drive right back to the mound. Sam's reflexes
weren't quite up to the task and the ball struck him right in the hip
as his body finished the follow through. He collapsed where he stood.
The crowd seemed far more upset that a runner had reached base than it
was about Sam. I started running for the field. Just as she'd done at
the doctor's office, Aunt Mel restrained me. Two of the coaches
escorted Sam off the field. A smattering of applause echoed through
the stands as he was helped off the field and into the clubhouse.
That was all the baseball I'd be watching that afternoon. With clear
presence of mind I made my way to the announcer's booth. I begged the
young man calling the game to please ask Dr. Feingold to report to the
locker room immediately. He made the request and went back to his
task. I needn't have bothered. She was already there when I walked
into the clubhouse. Sam was curled up in a ball on a table and
clutching his side. I've never been so scared in my life.
I was the only one with a look of worry on my face. The good doctor
seemed totally calm and soon, Sam did as well. I began worrying what
would have happened if he'd been seriously hurt and the doctor wasn't
around. Dr. Feingold completed her examination and actually gave me a
hug and told me there was nothing to be concerned about. My mind was
full of doubts as I reached my husband.
"What happened?" he asked in a state of confusion. I told him to get
changed that we were going home. He'd have none of it. Although he was
out of the game, he wasn't going to leave until it was over. In a sense
I admired his loyalty to the team. I was also a bit peeved that he
seemed to be taking it all so nonchalantly.
Sally and Aunt Melissa both stood in the background not saying a word.
I was done watching baseball. Aunt Mel, like Sam, wanted to see the
end of the game. I could tell that Sally didn't care one way or the
other so I asked her if she'd go for a walk with me. I asked Aunt
Melissa for the car keys and told her she could simply meet us there
when the game was over. She handed them to me, but not before making me
promise that I wouldn't attempt driving anywhere.
Sally and I made our way back to the car. We got in the front seats
and she turned on the radio. She didn't say a word as I lit my
cigarette. Could I possibly make Sam see that he was endangering the
lives of the twins? I knew that I couldn't. Finally Aunt Mel came out
to the car. The Waves winning record remained in tact. She started
talking about how exciting it was, but I totally tuned her out. Sally
just looked like she wanted to go home. She held my hand tightly as
Aunt Melissa drove us back to our domains.
"Thanks for coming Sally. I know you didn't want to. Still, I don't
know how I'd have made it through if you hadn't been there with me.
Thank you." She smiled at me and gave me a hug and assured me that's
what friends are for. We dropped Sally off and it was then that Aunt
Mel told me that Dr. Feingold had spoken with her. She said that if
there was any sign of spotting (bleeding) to call her immediately. I
was a nervous wreck.
I knew that Sam wouldn't say a word about it if it occurred. What was I
supposed to do? Follow him around and watch him every time he went to
the bathroom? Actually, I considered doing just that but knew it would
be impossible. Still, I'd have to convince him that this was very
serious and that he'd have to tell me immediately if there were any
signs of blood.
We went back to Mom's and I began helping Aunt Melissa prepare dinner.
We hadn't touched any of the food she'd brought to the game. I didn't
have much of an appetite. I assured myself that Sam would finish it all
off sooner or later. Aunt Mel reminded me that I was supposed to be
making dinner this evening and laughed it off. I made the salad and
went in the backyard to play with the dog and have yet another
cigarette. I was becoming too damned dependent on the nicotine and
promised myself to quit before I started damaging my own body.
Mom and Aunt Alice came sauntering in all smiles around five thirty.
When I asked them where they'd been they both fell silent. It was
closing in on six and still no word from Sam. I went over to his house
to wait for him. I borrowed Aunt Alice's key and she told me to keep
it, she had a spare. One problem solved, I thought as I made my way
across the street.
At six thirty Aunt Mel came across the street to get me. There was
still no word from Sam. I wasn't going to be eating anything till I
knew he was alright. I told her to go back inside and that I'd be over
as soon as he arrived. Finally, at seven o'clock coach pulled up in
front of the house with the bus. Once again I was both relieved and
angry. Relieved that he was alright and angry that he'd left me to
twist in the wind this way.
He totally disarmed me with a hug and a kiss. "Were you worried about
me?" he asked. The coach just sat there behind the wheel of the bus and
refused to move. I turned around, opened the front door and closed it
behind me. Sam stood there talking to the coach. I couldn't believe it.
I'd been worried sick about him all afternoon and he acts like he just
came home from a walk in the park. After a few minutes and with them
still out there, I left the house and headed for the boardwalk. It was
my turn to disappear. Sam didn't say a word to me as I walked past him
and headed for the ocean.
Well, I wanted to be alone and now I was. I finally remembered I
hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Now what was I supposed to do?
Was he really that dense? For some reason, the boardwalk had lost its
charm. I didn't want to be here either. What the hell was wrong with
me? I began wandering aimlessly. My goal; to be anywhere Sam wouldn't
find me. Given his condition I found myself hoping that he wouldn't
try. I'd never suffered so many mood swings in my life. It had to be
the pills.
I found myself sitting at a table in a beach front eatery. I was
staring down at the sausage hero and fries sitting in front of me. I
didn't even remember ordering anything. I was beginning to get scared.
I slowly ate my food and surveyed my surroundings. Everyone seemed to
be having a good time. Everyone but me, that is. I asked for a bag to
put the remnants of my meal in. I was going to walk to the ocean and
feed it to the starving gulls.
I had more fun feeding them a fry at a time than I'd had doing anything
all day. They'd snatch them right out of the air as I tossed them high
overhead. I sat there with my feet getting wet and throwing food at
the gulls for quite some time. Finally a voice came out of nowhere.
"So there you are!" it exclaimed. I looked up and saw Fred and Darla
walking side by side towards me. They told me that they stopped at my
house and Sam told them the last he knew I was headed off in this
direction. At least I knew he was alright. I almost felt angrier with
him for not coming after me.
Darla sat down on one side of me and Fred on the other. They both
snuggled close and hugged me tight. Almost as if muttering a mantra
they said simultaneously that everything was going to be alright. It
made me smile and laugh but also creeped me out just a wee bit. I felt
really stupid doing it, but I asked them if Sam looked ok. They both
told me that he seemed fine. Should I just go back home? It didn't
seem as if Sam cared where I was or what I was doing. I didn't want to
see him now, it would just cause an argument.
"So, what are you two up to?" I asked as cheerfully as I could.
"Well, we came out looking for our friend," Darla replied and smiled at
me. I was really glad these two had found each other. I knew that Darla
deserved some real happiness in her life. Silly thing to say about
someone with all of the advantages that Darla had. Still, I was finally
beginning to see the torment that had made her the person she was
today.
"Thanks for coming," I told them with a sadness in my voice that I
couldn't conceal. They just leaned in and hugged me tighter. I couldn't
help but think that Sam should be the one sitting here next to me. He
really knew how to get to me. Anyway, if we were together at this
moment, I'd probably be badgering him to give up baseball till next
year. I knew in my heart that he loved me, but if it ever came down to
choosing between me and the game I was more than afraid that I'd come
out in a distant second place.
I forced myself to stand up and started walking along the breakers.
Fred and Darla rose and followed my lead. "What's wrong Joan?" Darla
asked. I explained what had happened at the game that afternoon and
Darla almost went into shock. "Oh my God! I had no idea! Sam seemed
fine when we saw him, but I wasn't examining him for any injuries.
Maybe he should give up baseball until the twins are born?"
She'd voiced my sentiments exactly. I patiently explained that there
was no way in hell that that was ever going to happen. I had no idea
how to proceed. Should I just be the loving, stoic wife? Bite my
tongue and hope for the best? Yes, these were my babies but this was
his life. Was baseball more important to him than the lives of our
children? I felt a quick flash of horror as I recalled the ball
striking him in the hip and his sudden collapse. Was there anything I
could do? I felt totally helpless as I continued to walk. Each step
seemed to take me deeper into despair.