| PARTS 4-6 |
Part Four A “Kyle, I need to talk to you.” “Yeah, Maria?” he glanced up briefly from the computer monitor. “Um, I have a little problem.” His jaw clenched, and he turned toward her slowly, his voice was soft, almost scared, “What is it?” “Well, um, a while ago I had to dip onto my credit card. It only had a $250 limit, so I kept telling myself I’d get it paid off eventually…You know, my old work shoes broke, and there was that month we didn’t have any cash left for groceries-.” “Maria…just tell me.” “Uh, I haven’t been able to make the minimums for a couple of months. They’re trying to take me to court. If they do, I’ll have to pay their attorney fees. So, I called them, and they said if I had the money by Friday…” Carefully he swallowed, obviously trying to act as if it wasn’t a big deal, “How much?” “It’s ah, $300. There were all of these late fees tacked on. Look, if I had anything else to sell, I wouldn’t come to you, but I honestly don’t. This is why I took the extra shift this morning, and that should give me an extra $60 or so…” “Well, I must have something left to sell,” he took a quick look around the room. Most of their furniture would be lucky to fetch $5 at a garage sale. Maria couldn’t keep her eyes from sliding to his computer. He’d bought it only weeks before the accident. Although she knew they didn’t really hold their value, she knew it had to be worth at least $200. Kyle caught her staring at it and looked over at it himself. There was a brief look of fear on his face, then he reached for his crutches, and mumbled, “I’ll be right back.” He returned and handed her his watch and his wedding ring, before sitting back down in front of the computer. “Kyle, are you sure?” “Absolutely. I don’t need them. Anything I have is yours, you know that. I owe you more than I can ever repay, Maria,” he didn’t look at her, but stared blankly at the monitor screen. She nodded slowly, and whispered, “Thank you.” *** He grabbed the last of Tess’s bags and walked out the front door to throw it in the backseat of the taxi. “You could have let me drive you,” he said, looking down at her as she was moving to get into the car. “Michael, this is the only way to start my new ‘independent’ phase.” He couldn’t help but smile a little, “Yeah, ok.” She patted his cheek, “Thank you for everything. For letting me stay, and not prying, and just generally being your wonderful self.” He nodded and rolled his eyes, “All right. Get out of here.” “Bye, Michael!” she called as she ducked her head into the vehicle. Smiling, he gave her a little wave and then watched the taxi drive away. He walked into his front door and immediately the phone rang. “Yeah?” “Michael?” “Well, yeah, Max.” “Um, listen…Iz…well, she’s planning to pay you a visit.” “Why?” “I-I…I don’t really know. Just thought I’d give you a heads up.” “Thanks,” Michael said, running his hand through his hair wearily. “Yeah, sure. Uh, I’m gonna’ be in the neighborhood tomorrow afternoon, so I thought I’d stop by.” “On a Friday afternoon? Max the workaholic in my neighborhood before the end of the workday. That’s normal.” “Well, I’ve got a date…” “A date.” “Yeah, you do remember what a date is, don’t you? I know you can’t get one-.” “Shut up, Max.” “Well, anyway, I thought I’d stop by, in case you need to talk.” “In case I need to talk…” “You know, since Isabel’s coming to see you, I thought…” “Yeah. What the hell is she coming to see me for, Maxwell?” “I’d rather let her tell you.” “Thanks man, you give new meaning to the term ‘friend’.” “Mich-.” Michael clicked the phone off and tossed it onto the counter, taking a deep breath. *** Maria felt like the money was a heavy lump in her pocket. $160 was all she’d gotten for the watch and the ring that morning. It wasn’t enough. She’d spoken to the attorney, and he’d said that as long as she had $298 to him by tomorrow things would be all right. But, she didn’t have it. She was about $50 short. “Mrya!” She glanced over at the cook. He looked angry, probably had been trying to get her attention. Putting an apologetic smile on, she walked over to the order window and picked up the plates he’d just set there. Two cheeseburgers for the guys at booth three. Walking over to them, she put on her biggest smile, hoping it might earn her a nice tip, “Ok, boys, two cheeseburgers.” “Thanks, sweetie,” the forty-ish one said giving her an approving once-over. She tried not to cringe. “No problem, anything else I can do for you?” “Oh, there’s plenty you can do for me, honey,” the younger one said raising his eyebrows, and glancing at his buddy for a sick laugh. Just smile and nod, smile and nod… She gave them a smile and walked away. No, they definitely weren’t going to leave a good tip. What was she going to do? She’d waited until today to pawn Kyle’s things, hoping she’d find another solution. Of course she hadn’t. As it was she’d had to ask for a pay advance for the money she’d earned from her Sunday shift. There was only one thing left to do. Ask for another advance for the other $50, and just pray she’d be able to make up the gap in their monthly budget. It would be tough. The only area that was ever flexible was groceries, and she hated the thought of Abby eating Top Ramen for the rest of the month. “Hey, Maria,” Liz’s voice sounded from behind her. “Hey, just get here?” “Yup. Sorry. My class ran a little over.” “No prob. It’s not rush time yet.” “Yeah, I know. I wish Murray would let me come in at 4:30 instead of 4:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” Maria laughed, Murray did keep them on an interesting schedule. “So, Liz…you getting nervous?” Liz smiled shyly, “No…” “Come on…” “No, Maria,” she giggled. Maria winked at her, “Sure…” “No,” she grinned, “stop it. Hey, he flirted with you first.” “Yeah, like anybody would look at me twice with you around,” Maria nudged her friend. Liz rolled her eyes, “Whatever, Maria. So, how are the tips today?” “Not great. Wish they were better, I could use the money.” Nodding sympathetically, Liz smiled softly. She was really the only one who knew Maria’s situation, “I wish I could help…” Instantly, Maria felt embarrassed, “Oh no. Nothing like that. I can handle it. Just complaining, you know,” she finished with a lame smile. Liz didn’t look thoroughly convinced, “Yeah…Well, hey at least you haven’t had to deal with ‘no tip’.” For a moment Maria felt nervous, but then she saw the joking smile on Liz’s face. She hadn’t seen the guy since the incident in the park on Sunday. In a way she was glad, but it was strange not to see him. Sometimes he wouldn’t come in for a day or two, but he’d never stayed away for so long. It sort of bothered her. “Yeah, I guess I should be thankful for the small things,” Maria joked back to Liz. *** Michael stood looking into his open fridge. It had been really nice having Tess there to cook for him. He’d even had leftovers for lunch everyday. Well, not everyday, but he hadn’t needed to go to the diner all week… He grabbed the phone and dialed the number. “Hey, Jose…Yeah, it’s really me, not dead or anything…No, had a friend staying for a few days and she likes to cook, so…Just the usual…Thanks, man.” Just as he clicked the phone off he heard a knock at the door. There was no way they were this fast. He flung the door open, half expecting the blonde… Sh*t. “Isabel.” “Hi. May I come in?” He stared at her. Of course he’d had a warning that she was coming… “Yeah…” he backed up a little, allowing her to enter. “Oh, you re-did the paneling. I haven’t been here since…” “I know.” She moved gracefully into the room and settled herself onto the easy chair in near the windows. Instantly, she looked at home. As if the furniture and the surroundings had been created to frame her. Her smile was thoughtful as she watched him lean against the wall of the entryway. “Michael, why don’t you come sit down?” He started to move to obey, and then realized that this was his house and he should be the one inviting people to sit. “Been sitting, rather stand.” A faint look of irritation passed over her face, but she quickly composed herself, and gave him an amused smile, “Do you hate me?” “No.” “Good. Because I don’t hate you. You’re important to me, Michael. I think you always will be. Even if you don’t really believe it, I just want you to be happy, I don’t want to hurt you.” “Isabel, I don’t wanna’ talk about it,” he rolled his eyes and tried to look nonchalant, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a soda out of the fridge. A voice in the back of his mind told him he should offer her one, but he knew she’d just help herself if she wanted anything. Obviously she felt as ‘at home’ in his place as she had when they were still together. “Michael there’s something I need to tell you.” He popped open the can and leaned over the kitchen counter, “What?” She turned to look at him, forced to re-position herself in the chair, “I’m pregnant.” Michael nearly choked, but somehow managed to stay calm, mainly by coming up with something cruel to say to her, “Well, that’s always been a transient state for you. Give it another week.” Sighing, she looked down at her hands, as if he had told her to go sit in the corner, “Please, this isn’t easy for me…” He scoffed, “It’s always been easy for you.” “I’m keeping the baby. Alex and I will be married next month.” “Wonderful. Congratulations. Be sure to let me know where you’re registered,” he turned and threw the half finished soda into the kitchen sink. It hit with a large bang and bounced a few times before rolling to a stop over the drain. “Michael-.” “What?” he whirled back to look at her. “Couldn’t you have just told me this the other day? Why drag it out? Next week I suppose you’ll want to meet me for coffee to tell me you have a brain tumor.” She looked hurt at his words, and he saw the tear slip down her cheek, “I didn’t know until a few days ago.” “Huh. Didn’t need weeks to debate about what to do? Already decided to keep it. So, uh, was this ‘Alex’ guy lucky enough to be informed of your ‘decision’? Does he know he’s going to be a father?” “Yes, Michael, of course he knows,” she stood, and walked toward the kitchen. She almost seemed to glide, holding his gaze. God, he wished he could hate her. “Well, of course he does,” his voice was sarcastic but hoarse. “He must have passed inspection. Been found worthy to impregnate the almighty Isabel Evans.” Stopping in front of him, she reached up to touch his cheek. He shied away from her. “Michael-.” “ Don’t,” he whispered. “This is why I wanted to tell you in person,” she said softly, looking forlornly at him, “I was afraid you’d think that. Please, don’t hate me. It was what was right at the time.” “ For you,” he wished his voice was harsher, but he knew it was weak and pathetic. She nodded, slowly, another tear sliding down her cheek. Again, she reached to touch him and he took another step backwards. Her fingers reached out in his direction for a moment before her arm fell gracefully to her side. “Michael…” He cleared his throat, regained a little bit of his composure. Crossing his arms over his chest, he nodded toward the door, “I think you know your way out.” “Please-.” Narrowing his eyes, he pointed at the entryway, “The door’s over there.” Isabel shook her head sadly and sighed, giving him a sad look. He tried to ignore her and turned back to the fridge to pull out another soda. Just keep it together for another minute… When he backed away from the refrigerator he saw her standing by the door, watching him. “I’ll always love you, Michael,” her voice broke. He almost cracked. It took all of his strength to stop himself from going to her and wrapping her in his arms. She might deserve his anger, but she didn’t really deserve this… “Bye,” he said, looking her in the eyes, trying to look impassive. Nodding, she turned and walked out the door. *** Maria was lost in thought as she refilled the napkin holders. Murray had just brought her the second advance she’d asked for. There had been questions in his eyes, but she’d somehow avoided them. He was a nice guy, she was lucky. Now, she just had to figure out how to tell Kyle that she’d had to take money out of her normal pay. He wouldn’t say anything, she knew. If he did, it would probably be about the fact that it was her money, and she could do whatever she liked. That just made it worse. “Maria…” Liz’s voice called behind her. “Yeah?” Liz laughed softly, “Uh, you were lost in space there for a little while.” Maria tried to smile, “Oh, sorry. Just thinking about stuff.” “Yeah, sure,” Liz teased. “You were dreaming about going home. I know that ‘my shift is over in five minutes’ look.” Trying to laugh, Maria put down the dispenser she was holding and grabbed the box of napkins to return it to the back room. “Liz,” the cook said sharply. “Got a delivery.” Maria turned to hear Liz say a quick “Ok.” “Uh, I’ll do it for you, Liz. I’m leaving anyway.” Liz peaked her head into the kitchen as Maria exited the back room, “Did I hear you right?” “Well, it’s for the guy across the street, right?” Maria asked, looking in Jose’s direction. He nodded absently, not really looking up at her. “Maria, are you feeling all right? I never thought I’d see the day that you’d volunteer to go over there,” Liz looked at her with scrutiny. If she was honest with herself, Maria would have to admit that she never thought she’d see the day either. She didn’t really know why she wanted to do it. For some reason it sounded exciting. It would give her something to worry about other than the money situation, for a few minutes anyway. Something about the situation with Michael distracted her. Of course, it put her at about a seventh grade maturity level to think about it so much, but still… “Yeah, Liz, I feel fine. I’m leaving anyway, no big deal.” “Right…” Liz said amusedly as she turned back into the dining room. Maria quickly put her coat on and grabbed the paper bag containing his food. The night air was bitterly cold on her face as she stepped outside, and the rain drops that pelted her were blown in from the side making them sting. She pulled her collar up and dashed across the street, pausing just inside the door to his building to shake the water off of her hair and coat. It was a moment before she noticed the woman standing outside his door. The woman was tall and blonde, dressed very nicely in gray slacks and a crisply pressed maroon shirt. Her black leather coat was laid over her crossed arms, and her eyes were closed, her head leaned back against the wall. She looked chic, perfect. Feeling horribly inadequate, Maria awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to the other, knowing she needed to alert the woman to her presence, but not wanting to disturb her. Before Maria had a chance to speak, the woman opened her eyes and looked in her direction. A small smile spread across her perfect lips, and Maria couldn’t help but give her a tiny one in return. “I was just leaving,” the woman said softly, moving away from the wall and walking past her out the door. For a moment, Maria stared after the woman, but then remembered why she was there and walked over to the door and knocked. No answer, so she knocked again. Maybe he wasn’t here and that was why the woman had been waiting in the hallway, no that didn’t make sense. Just as she raised her hand to knock again, he threw the door open. “What?!?” he seemed surprised to see her, and his face relaxed slightly. “Oh, it’s you.” The apartment was dark behind him, and his face was pale and drawn. Maybe he’d been sick and that was why he hadn’t been in. Whatever his problem was, he looked awful, and she felt badly for him. He was just sitting there staring at her, so she spoke, “Uh, do you want me to bring this in for you?” A look of confusion passed over his face, but then he stepped aside and let her in. *** He was surprised to see the girl. Turning, he watched her walk inside the apartment to his kitchen. Closing the door, he followed her, and saw her unpacking the bag, laying the items out on the counter. She looked up at him, and her brow was furrowed slightly, her face was lit only by the light streaming in from the large rain soaked windows in the living room. Her hair was pulled back into a bun as usual, and as usual, several strands had escaped. There were raindrops shining on her everywhere: in her hair, on her face, on her coat. Those eyes looked large and dark in the moonlight. He had the sudden urge to paint them again. “So, uh…Thursday…chicken fried steak, dinner salad, slice of cherry pie…” her voice trailed off as she moved her eyes to the ceiling as if in thought. “$11.50,” he said softly, answering her own question for her. “Yeah,” she looked down at the food on the counter and bit her lower lip. Then, she shivered. “Let me go get my wallet,” he said. She nodded, and then sneezed as he walked toward the stairs. While he was in his bedroom he heard her sneeze a couple more times, and then she did it again as he was walking down the stairs. He noticed that she was shivering almost uncontrollably. “Uh…sorry… achoo,” she paused to wait for the sneeze to pass then looked at him again, “the chills, this always happens… aaaaachoooooo,” she sniffed, and wrapped her arms around herself, still shivering, “…need warm water. Can I use your… achoo…” He nodded and motioned his hand toward the stairs without waiting to hear more. She looked gratefully up at him as she sneezed again, then threw her coat onto the counter and ran for the stairs. Michael watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom. She was so strange. Always doing something totally unexpected. After that day in the park, when she’d been so tough and put him on his guard, it seemed almost bizarre that she was now being polite and asking for his help. If it weren’t for the fact that she’d got him really working again he’d just ignore her, but she was slightly intriguing. For about five minutes, he leaned on the kitchen counter, wondering when she would be down. He pulled a twenty out of his wallet and laid it on the counter. She probably wouldn’t have change with her. It would be interesting to see her unable to refuse a tip. Yeah, that would restore the balance between them. After all, she was just the waitress in the diner across the street. Being inspired by her was like being inspired by the check-out girl at the grocery store, or the guy at the post office, just people with pathetic dreary lives that made him think. Ten minutes later, he moved to sit on the couch. What on earth was she doing up there? He looked outside at the rain pounding down on the windowpanes. Right now, he wanted to be sitting by himself, obsessing about why he had never been good enough for Isabel. She was interrupting his self-torture, and it was pissing him off. Now was the time to be wondering what made ‘Alex’ worthy of her when he never had been. He really didn’t want to spend time sitting in his living room wondering if the ‘waitress’ was snorting lines of coke off his toilet seat. Five minutes passed, and he rose to climb the steps. He was standing in front of the door, and ready to knock when she opened it, and turned off the light. His presence made her jump. She let out a small gasp and put her hand over her heart. “Sorry,” she said softly, staring down at her shoes, “ever since I was a little kid that’s happened.” She glanced up at him through her lashes. It had to be the moonlight. Suddenly, she looked very appealing, and he had no idea why. Michael wasn’t sure which one of them moved first, although he had a sneaking suspicion it was him. His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her forward. Her head tipped back, and her eyes closed as his lips met hers. The taste of bubblegum was on her lips, and her small hands felt feather light as she slid them up to cup his neck. Her touch excited him, making him want more. He flicked his tongue out to lick her lips, and she opened her mouth to him. Moving his hands down, he gripped her hips and pulled her tightly to him. Oh God, she was turning him on. He broke away from her mouth and placed rough kisses along her jaw, working his way down to her neck. She moved her head to the side, giving him easy access. Her skin smelled faintly of flowers, and he bit softly at the crux of her neck before moving back to kiss her full lips again. She stood on tip-toe, pressing herself to him as she kissed him hotly, completely. When he reached down and grabbed her ass pulling her up, she complied, wrapping her legs around his waist, and burying one of her hands in his hair. So, she was just another chick after all. Just another in a long line who wanted to screw him, probably so that she could brag to her friends. Well, he’d let her. He needed a distraction. Holding her with one hand, he reached into the drawer below the bathroom sink, feeling around blindly for a condom as he kissed her. Part 4B Finally, he found one and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans as he set her down on the counter, and began unzipping her uniform. Their lips never broke contact as he worked her zipper down and she slid her hands up under his t-shirt. When the zipper was all the way down, he moved his hands around her waist. Her skin was smooth and tight, and he spread his fingers wide on her back, grabbing her, pulling her closer. Moving back for a split second, she sucked on his bottom lip and shrugged quickly out of the sleeves, letting the uniform fall back onto the counter behind her. He moved his hands up quickly to undo her bra in the back, and she rolled her shoulders forward slightly so that he could pull it off. Then, he let his hands wander down to her tiny cotton panties. She shifted off of the counter slightly so that he could pull them away from her. He pulled back, breaking the kiss and looked down at her. She seemed slightly self-conscious under his gaze and reached for him, urging him back into a kiss. Her breasts were almost perfect, and he couldn’t resist moving his right hand up to feel one of them. Sliding his hand over it, he felt her nipple harden and flicked it with his thumb. She moaned. Her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled upwards, he let her pull the shirt off of him quickly, and then he picked her up off the counter again, feeling her legs wrap around him. He turned and pressed her back against the open bathroom door. She moved one arm from around his back and slid it down between them to caress him through his jeans, he was so hard it was beginning to hurt. Kissing him hungrily, she deftly opened the button on his jeans and unzipped them using only one hand. Thinking quickly, he snaked one hand into his pocket and pulled out the foil wrapper before she began shoving his pants down. Soon they were pooled at his ankles and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Pressing her against the door to steady her, he brought his hand around to touch her lower lips. He felt her wetness before he even slipped his fingers inside. Flicking her clit once with his thumb, he roughly pushed two fingers inside her. She leaned her head back against the door hard, letting out a long gasp as she broke his kiss again. So, she was one of those. Ready to go at the drop of a hat. Briefly he wondered how much practice she’d had, as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth and quickly pulled his boxers off before sheathing himself with the latex. He was painfully hard, and almost shaking with anticipation. It was probably because it had been a while since he’d actually had a girl. He moved himself to her entrance, and teased her, moving himself back and forth across her slick, puckered lips. She groaned, and pushed back against the door, as if she was bracing herself. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, as her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers brushed softly against his neck. If she wanted it like that, she could have it. Quickly he used himself to open her and then drove home. Oh God. Oh no. Too late. He felt it too late. The barrier, the resistance, there for just a brief second before his momentum tore through it. Her head was turned to the side, and she was biting her bottom lip even harder. She had her eyes closed tightly, and her arms squeezed his neck tightly. Two tears fell quickly, one after another from the eye that he could see. No. Why? Why had she let him do it? She was in pain. It was written all over her face, and her body was horribly tense. Not to mention that she was so tight it hurt him. He wasn’t sure what to do. It seemed as though time had frozen and he contemplated what to do next, unable to breathe, still buried deep inside her. Just as he had decided to pull out, her death-grip on his neck loosened, and she slowly exhaled. Opening her eyes, she turned to look at him full on, staring right into his eyes. She looked uncertain, and cocked her head to the side. Her eyes seemed to be pleading, and when she moved slightly underneath him, her gaze growing wider, he understood that she wanted him to continue. He couldn’t let it be like this. This wasn’t right. Not here, against his bathroom door. He gripped her and hips and lifted her, sliding himself out slowly. Carrying her, he walked a few steps down the hall and entered his bedroom. She still had her arms around his neck, and she leaned forward slightly, so that her cheek was pressed against his. Feeling the wetness of her tears against his skin, his chest tightened painfully. Laying her down gently on the bed, he leaned down on one forearm, looming over her. His other hand caressed her face softly, fingers trailing lightly from her forehead down to her jaw. She watched him carefully with her eyes wide as he did this, and then closed her lids softly and leaned her head against his hand. She was beautiful. He’d never noticed before. Her features were soft, and round, like a china doll, and her skin was like porcelain. Something about the picture didn’t seem quite right, and he slid his hand under her head, finding the pins that held her hair back he pulled them out one by one and loosened her hair so that it fanned out slightly, loose beneath her. Her lips pouted slightly as he ran his hand lightly down her body and he leaned down to kiss her again, this time with a passion that seemed to consume him. She slid her hands around his waist and up his back, pulling him closer to her. His mouth still locked to hers, his hand found it’s way to her core, she was still wet. At his touch, she writhed under him and ground her pelvis against his fingers. Carefully, he moved himself between her legs and entered her again, gently. She tensed slightly, then sighed as he sank fully into her. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting for control. The sensation was so strong, he moaned, “Oh God…” Slowly, he began to move. She tilted her hips up, giving him easier access. After a while, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Somehow, everything moved naturally, smoothly. Her legs urged him to move faster, to go deeper and he did, filling her to the hilt, then leaving her body quickly to do it again…and again…and again. No words came out of her mouth, only moans and sighs and groans. Her eyes remained closed, and she thrashed her head wildly on the pillow beneath him. If he would change his rhythm, or reposition her hips, she would let out a little gasp and arch her back off the bed. Every new thing she felt, he felt. Each time her lips would form a silent ‘o’ of pleasure, he found himself closer to the edge. She was intoxicating. Her complete abandonment to the moment, her reaction to every thrust, her tiny fingernails digging into the flesh of his neck… He couldn’t hold out much longer, it was torture. Moving his hand down, he worked his forefinger in circles over her clit until she was unable to contain her cries. The muscles of her inner walls clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he drove into her, milking him, bringing him with her. When it was over, he lay still on top of her, spent. Moving his hands to her face, he brushed her hair back, smoothing it and she opened her eyes. Her look was soft and tender at first, but then as she searched his face she started to look uncertain. He stared down at her, wanting to speak, but not knowing what to say. Finally, realizing he couldn’t stay inside her forever, he pulled out and rolled over to lay on the bed next to her. Part 4C Michael turned his head to stare at her naked form lying next to him. Virgin. She was a virgin. No, she had been a virgin. Not anymore. He wanted to ask her why. Why him? Why? She was staring up at the ceiling, then she reached up behind her head and grabbed one of his pillows, pulling it down to cover her body. Her tiny hand covered her eyes briefly, then slowly began to massage her forehead. He wanted to ask her to remove the pillow, he wanted to go get his sketchbook and catch her on paper. It seemed that she sensed his eyes on her, because she glanced over at him. “ Why?” he managed to choke out. Her voice was soft as she stared at him, “Oh, I’m sorry. Everyone always said it just came naturally, but I know I didn’t do it right.” What was she talking about? He was confused. “No…” he shook his head slowly. She inhaled sharply and sat up, still clutching the pillow to her body. As soon as she was standing, she threw it onto the bed and walked out into the hall. He stood and threw the condom in the trash, then followed her. “Wait-,” he said as she closed the bathroom door in his face. He leaned on the doorjamb, running his other hand through his hair. When he heard the shower switch on, he went back into his bedroom and pulled a clean pair of boxers and some plaid pajama pants out of his dresser drawer. There were still no lights on, so he switched on the lamp next to his bed to dress by. That was when he noticed the small bloodstain on his comforter. He walked over and touched it. Warm, still wet. Sitting down hard on the bed next to it, he listened to the sounds of her showering in his bathroom. Why, why, why? He couldn’t understand it. So, she didn’t have rugrats at home, and there must not be a lazy guy either. Thoughts of the little girl in the park swirled through his head. Maybe she was a neighbor’s daughter. Was this girl a saint? Coming home after her seventh day of work in one week to take someone else’s kid to the playground? He heard the shower switch off and quickly pulled on the pants, before going out to stand by the bathroom door. She emerged a few minutes later, letting some steam escape with her. The long blonde hair had been pulled back into a simple ponytail at the base of her neck, and the uniform was once again in place. Michael reached his hand out to touch her, but she darted past him and moved to the stairs. He followed her. When she grabbed her coat from the kitchen, he called out to her. “Maria!” She hesitated and turned to look at him, then slowly began walking backwards in the direction of the door, “I’m sorry.” “No,” he said softly, shaking his head. As he walked past the kitchen, he grabbed the order ticket, the twenty, and his wallet off the counter. Turning, she was at the door in a few more steps. Quickly, he moved to catch her. “ Wait,” he said as she opened the door. She half turned, and stood framed in silhouette in the doorway. Her eyes were on the ground as she spoke, “Look, I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing for me to do. I really have to go now.” He didn’t understand. Had he done something to make her run, or did she just regret the whole thing so much she needed to get away? “Here, at least…” he reached into his wallet and pulled out a fifty and held it out to her along with the twenty already in his hand. Tears fell down her cheeks almost immediately when she looked at his hand. She shook her head violently, and her lips twisted into a wry smile, before she whispered sarcastically, “Uh, this one’s on the house.” Before he could react she had turned and was exiting the building. Shoving his feet into the worn out old sneakers he kept by the door, he grabbed his jacket and his keys from their hook by the door. *** She could hear his footsteps behind her. Thankfully he didn’t move to catch her, just followed at a distance. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. He wasn’t what she wanted, and he certainly wasn’t what she needed. Who was she kidding? It wasn’t as if there was anything real between them, so there was no point in speculating on how well they fit together. No, this was just sex. Just sex. Sex. She’d spent most of her high school years trying to avoid it, and then she’d spent the summer before her sophomore year at university trying to give Doug Sohn the hint that she was ready. Of course she hadn’t been close to anyone since, and it was just one of those things that fell through the cracks of her life. So, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Well, it had to happen sometime. And, so what if she hadn’t been good enough at it for him, he’d never have to be with her again. No point in getting all sentimental about it… No point in entertaining thoughts that she might be falling in love with the weirdo. PART FIVE Michael followed her through the rain. Somehow, he knew she was aware of his presence, but she refused to acknowledge him, so he didn’t say anything…just followed, and watched. When she reached her building, she climbed the steps then paused with her hand on the knob. He stopped on the sidewalk a few feet behind her. She turned her head sideways, and he knew she was looking at him out of the corner of her eye, then she pursed her lips and turned to go inside. After she was gone, he turned to walk home. Staring down at the pavement passing beneath his feet he began to ponder the night’s events. Why had she run? There had been something there, he’d seen it, he’d felt it…Of course the money thing he understood, he realized what she thought after he did it, but she was running long before that. Why open up and then leave? Why let him touch her? And, why on earth had she let him be her first? What could she have seen in him that would make her want him to be the one…? *** Maria glanced in the mirror after she put the sweater on. Well, the clothes were a little out dated, but they were just going to have to be good enough. She looked at her watch. It was nearly 10 am. If she was going to be back by noon she needed to hurry. On her way out of the diner she gave Liz a little wave. It was cold outside, but the sun was peaking through the clouds. She walked to the bus stop sign and silently wished they hadn’t had to sell Kyle’s car over the summer, it would have been so convenient to have it at a time like this - the attorney’s office was all of the way downtown, and the majority of the next two hours would be spent bus hopping. As she waited, her gaze wandered to his building. He hadn’t been in that morning. Not that he was in every morning, but she seemed to feel his absence acutely on this particular morning. She didn’t know why she wanted to see him. It would probably be awkward as hell. He probably thought she was ridiculous. It had just been meaningless sex. The key word being ‘meaningless’, she needed to try to remember that. So what if he’d been tender after he realized it was her first time? And, it didn’t really matter that for a few minutes he’d looked at her like she was beautiful. He didn’t care about her, and he’d obviously found the whole experience rather disappointing. Sighing, she flipped the collar of her coat up and wished she could stop thinking about the feeling of his skin next to hers. She shook her head to clear it, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand, on the money she had to part with in a few more minutes, but succeeding only in bringing up the memory she’d been trying to avoid the most - the few seconds when she’d considered reaching her hand out and taking the money… *** Michael hopped out of the shower and dressed quickly, not bothering to dry his hair before throwing on his coat and shoes. His living room was littered with supplies that had somehow overflowed from his studio area in the corner. He hadn’t slept. All night, he’d worked, turning out sketch after sketch, then moving to canvas…Time had gotten away from him. He’d intended to eat early, but he’d been so wrapped up in the last piece he’d completely lost track of the hour. It was already after 11, and that was really too late for breakfast. He walked in the door of the diner and plopped down at the counter, trying not to look for her. The brunette was there, standing by the order window, and she mobilized when he came in. No, that wasn’t right, this wasn’t her section. He glanced around, looking for Maria. Maybe they had started changing sections everyday again. The brunette stopped in front of him, “Hi, what can I get you?’ He stared at her for a moment, and wondered if maybe the blonde had run into the back when she saw him come in, “Uh, the usual.” Smiling teasingly, Liz raised her eyebrows, “You know I don’t know what your usual is. Think you could fill me in?” “Maybe you could ask someone who does know.” She stared at him for a moment, then she dropped the order pad back into her pocket and leaned down on the counter, “She’s not here.” That was impossible. He raised his eyebrows, “She’s always here.” Liz smirked, “She’s not always here and you know it.” “I know that, but this is her shift. She doesn’t miss shifts.” The brunette gave him a mischievous smile, “Well, she’s not here.” Then, she stood and walked away. For a moment, he felt a sort of panic. What if she had quit? Surely not, not over…Well, maybe…He looked around, hoping it was just a joke and that she was really just hiding in the kitchen. The brunette was still smiling slightly and glanced at him as she cleared the plates off a table. He swallowed hard and turned to look at her. There was only one other customer in the place. “Four pieces of toast, a quarter cut of cantaloupe, three eggs, four sausages,” he said, trying to act nonchalant. The brunette walked over and stood next to him, pulling her order pad out and writing, “How do you want your eggs?” “Sunny side up,” he said with a sigh. “And anything to drink?” “Coffee.” “Comin’ right up,” she smiled slightly. He ate in silence, as usual, but for once wished he had a distraction. When the door of the diner opened, he looked immediately. She didn’t look at him as she walked in, but he knew she was aware of his presence. The strange thing was that she wasn’t wearing her uniform, but instead a straight black skirt and a sweater. He watched carefully as she walked into the back and was even more relieved when she came out a few moments later in her uniform. So, she hadn’t quit. It seemed that she was moving in slow speed as she stepped behind the counter. She came to a stop in front of him, and turned to face him deliberately. Placing her hands on the counter, she stared down at them. He didn’t think she’d actually speak to him, but she did. “Little late for breakfast isn’t it?” she asked. “Yeah,” he didn’t know what to say to her. He’d never expected her to talk to him. Now he felt caged, defensive. He hadn’t meant to insult her the night before, and he hadn’t wanted her to leave… The door chime went off again, and he quickly looked in the direction of it, hoping she would have to go and wait on whoever entered. Max. Max? “Michael,” Max said, cocking his head slightly to the side and approaching him. “Max?” “In the flesh,” Max said as he sat down next to him, studying his face. “Do you want me to go tell her you’re here?” Maria asked Max softly. Michael glanced up at her. She certainly wasn’t looking Max in the eye today. “Oh, hello again,” Max smiled, “uh, sure.” She nodded and walked toward the kitchen. “What’s going on?” Michael asked. “I told you, I’ve got a date. With Liz.” Michael narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Max’s look was slightly amused, but slightly defensive, obviously he didn’t want to hear anything about it, so Michael decided to let it go. He had other things to think about. “Michael,” Max said after a few moments of silence, “aren’t you going to say anything?” Furrowing his brow, Michael looked at him, “I didn’t think you wanted to talk about it. Date the waitress. I don’t really care.” Max shook his head slightly as though confused, “No, Michael. I mean about Isabel.” Isabel. He’d completely forgotten. Well, no he hadn't forgotten, but... “Uh…” he stammered. Max was looking at him as though he’d sprouted horns, “Don’t you have a few choice words to say about it?” Michael tensed, “Well, of course I do. Just no point in saying anything to you.” “Max!” Liz’s voice sounded from the door to the kitchen. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater, and wearing the biggest grin Michael had ever seen. Maria walked out after her and moved behind the counter. Smiling, Max walked over to her, “Liz. You look wonderful.” Liz made an ‘aw shucks’ face, and said, “So do you.” Michael wanted to puke. This was so wrong, on so many levels. “Shall we?” Max asked her. “Oh, of course,” she said, glancing at Maria as Max stepped aside so that she could walk to the door. As Liz passed him, Michael noticed she was carrying an overnight bag. Max gave him a wave and followed her out the door. Feeling like it was a little too weird to see Max with another girl, Michael turned back to his coffee shaking his head in disbelief. He saw that she was staring out the window, watching the pair get into Max’s car. “Why did she have an overnight bag?” as soon as he asked the question, he was shocked. What was he doing, making small talk? Still staring out the window, she bit her lower lip and raised her eyebrows while she sucked in a long breath, “They’re going to his ‘cabin’ on Orcas Island.” He smirked, “In November.” “Apparently.” “For a first date.” She shrugged. Max. What a dope. *** He was waiting for her when she walked out the door after her shift that night. She was startled and stopped to stare for a moment when he came to stand by her side. The expression on his face was unreadable, and she wasn’t sure what he wanted. Did he think there was going to be a repeat of last night? No, probably not. Maybe he wanted to talk. She wasn’t really ready for that. To avoid an awkward confrontation, she looked down at her shoes and started walking home. He fell into step beside her. After the first block, she stopped to look up at him. He stopped and looked down at her, studying her. His brown eyes were piercing, and she had the feeling that he was trying to figure something out. Finally, after a few seconds of staring at one another, she’d started walking again, and he’d walked with her. His hands in the pockets of his jacket, jaw clenched. She glanced up at him occasionally, just the sight of him was starting to make her melt. He looked tough, like the kind of guy who wasn’t touched by anything. The kind of guy who didn’t need anything from anybody. When they reached her building, he stopped at the bottom of the steps and watched her as she entered. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, but paused before entering. Of course, she should tell him thank you, or something. Looking back at him, she wished she knew what to say, but she didn’t. There was no explanation for his actions, and she didn’t even want to guess. It probably didn’t mean anything. She watched him for a moment, then turned and walked inside. *** “Yeah?” he said into the phone, using his shoulder to hold it against his ear. “Michael?” “Hey, Tess,” he said as he moved the brush to create the curve of a hip on the canvas. “How’s it going?” “Fine. You?” “Oh, I’m all right. You know, adjusting.” “Yeah,” he replied distractedly as he used his fingers to smudge a shadow on the thigh. “Um, listen, did you happen to get an invitation in the mail?” He glanced out into the living room at the collection of ivory colored cards and envelops spread out on his coffee table, “Yeah, I got one.” “I didn’t know they were planning to do it this soon.” “Well, they’re on a time crunch,” he snorted as he closely examined the line of the calf where it met a delicate ankle. “A time crunch?” “Yeah, a shotgun created time crunch.” “Oh my God. Are you serious?” her voice was incredulous. “As a heart attack.” “Who told you?” “She did, last Thursday.” “Oh. Well, are you gonna’ go?” “Not if I can help it. Are you?” “No. I talked to Max a couple of days ago, though. We’re on good terms, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” “Well, that’s understandable. Not everybody moves on five minutes later,” he said sarcastically. “I know he’s dating someone, Michael. He told me.” “And you’re ok with that?” he asked, wondering how she possibly could be. It hadn’t even been a month. “I had a date last night, actually,” she said sounding amused. He let the hand holding the brush drop to his side and brought the other up to grasp the phone, “How? Don’t you need more time?” She sighed, “Well, I probably should take more time, but I don’t really feel like I need to. I think things were over between us for a long time.” “So, why did he propose?” “He told you? Well, I think it was because there just wasn’t anything else left to do.” “That’s insane.” “I know. That’s what it took for me to finally realize, though. We probably should never have been more than friends. Now that I look back on it, I don’t think we were ever really passionate about each other, it just felt comfortable and easy. We loved each other, just not in the right way.” “Yeah, well, love is b*llsh*t,” he said, picking up the smaller brush and dipping it into the green paint. “Michael, that’s ridiculous. I don’t know how you can say that you don’t believe in love.” “I don’t. It doesn’t exist. Everything is hormones. Lust, you know...” he let his voice trail off as put his final touches on the eyes. She laughed, “You just keep telling yourself that. It’ll get you someday.” “I’d like to see it try,” he said with a smile. “Well, I guess I’ll see you soon. I think I’ll send in my RSVP and say I’ll be visiting relatives out of town for Christmas.” “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that too.” “Michael, you always spend Christmas with their family.” “Oh yeah. That won’t work then. Have to think of something else.” She giggled, “Ok, well, good luck with your search for an excuse.” “Thanks. Bye.” “Bye.” He tossed the phone onto his worktable and stood back to look at the piece on the wall. The hair wasn’t quite the right tone, but he was happy with the rest of it. When the hair color was right, this would make the fourth this week, and it was only Wednesday. *** Maria watched Liz and Max as sat facing each other in the booth, wrapped up in a heated conversation. They looked so intently at one another, as if there were no one else in the world. She knew she should go over and warm up their coffee cups, but didn’t want to interrupt, so instead she watched from behind the counter. The chime sounded as the door opened, and she straightened up when she saw him come in. Her stomach flip-flopped slightly, as it was now in the habit of doing, and she felt goose bumps break out on her arms. It was five minutes ‘til her shift was over, and she’d been expecting him. He looked over at the booth, and nodded at Liz and Max. Max motioned for him to come over, but he shook his head as he moved to the counter. His friend just shrugged and turned back to the brunette in front of him. She put a coffee cup down in front of him and filled it. He watched her as she replaced the pot and quickly wiped off the counter. The clock read two minutes to nine, so she went into the backroom to get her coat, then stopped off briefly in the bathroom to glance at herself in the mirror. How good did she expect to look after working all day? Smoothing her hair quickly, she walked out into the dining room and waved at Max and Liz. They both looked up for a minute to wave goodbye, then continued their conversation. Michael met her at the door and they walked outside. It was cold, and the wind forced the light rain to sting her cheeks. He looked up at the sky then down at her. “We could take my car.” She was surprised to hear him speak. They hadn’t spoken to each other for…well, she couldn’t really remember when they spoke last. Last Friday? It was Wednesday now. He was walking in the direction of his vehicle, not really waiting for her answer, so she simply followed him. If it weren’t for the stinging rain she’d tell him to forget it, but it would be nice not to have to spend five minutes out in the freezing cold… Maria opened the passenger door and climbed in. He turned the heater on high, and it blew cold for a few seconds, then started to warm up as he pulled away from the curb. She reached her fingers out and placed them in front of one of the vents, flexing them to help keep them warm. When he pulled to a stop in front of her building, she clutched her purse and turned to open the door, but suddenly she heard the automatic locks click. She tried the handle, and as she suspected it didn’t open. Turning to face him, she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it. “I didn’t mean it like that, you know,” he said, both hands on the wheel, staring straight out in front of him. She stared at him. Huh? “You were running, and I didn’t know…well, I was just trying…you know, to be…” he lifted his hands off the wheel and turned his palms upward in a gesture of helplessness as he turned to look at her. Looking at him for a second, she took a deep breath, then turned to study the electronic controls on her door panel. She pushed the one with a picture of an open padlock next to it and then pulled on the door handle, and as she stepped onto the sidewalk, she turned back to him, “Thanks for the ride.” Without a backward glance, she shut the car door and climbed the steps of her building, jamming her key in the lock and opening the door. The one thing she did not want to discuss with him was the ‘payment for services rendered’ moment. “I’m home,” she said as she opened the apartment door. “Aunt Maria!” Abby’s voice called from down the hall. “Daddy won’t let me have another bed time story.” Maria walked down the hall and stood in Abby’s doorway. Kyle was propped up on his crutches at the foot of his daughter’s bed, and his voice sounded weary, “You have to go to sleep.” “Do I have to Auntie Maria?” she whined, her big eyes hoping for some sort of over-rule. “Yep. If your Dad says so,” Maria smiled and went to place a kiss on the little girl’s forehead. “Night-night, kiddo,” Kyle said as he hobbled out the door. Following him into the hall, Maria switched off the light and blew Abby a kiss. “Tough night?” she asked. “Yeah…” he said distractedly as he lowered himself into the seat in front of his computer. “You leaving her with Serena tomorrow, or are you taking her with you?” “Oh, I’m taking her with me. She likes to go to the daycare at least once a week. They’ve got that playground, you know…” “Yeah, I know. It’s all she ever talks about,” Maria laughed. The physical therapy clinic was in a large medical building, and offered free childcare during patient’s appointments. Kyle pointed to a stack of magazines on the floor by the sofa, “Mrs. Sonenstein brought you her old magazines.” “Oooh, good,” Maria smiled. She’d always been an avid magazine reader. Of course, Mrs. Sonenstein read only one thing that she was really interested in. “I think I’m gonna’ take a long bath and curl up with the last two months worth of People.” Kyle laughed out loud, and she smiled at him. It was good to hear. She quickly sorted through the stack for the magazines she wanted and stopped off in her bedroom for some clothes before locking herself in the bathroom. The tub filled quickly, and she gratefully lowered herself into the water with a sigh. Only rarely did she take a bath anymore, there just wasn’t time. Flipping through one of the issues, she noticed a familiar face staring back from one of the pages. She was so stunned that she accidentally let the magazine fall into the water. Quickly retrieving it, she stared at the page. ‘Prominent Seattle artist, Michael Guerin, backstage at a recent benefit concert.’ Artist. She’d seen the studio in the corner, it was obvious what he did, but somehow she’d never put together that he must be good (and famous) to be earning that kind of money. Standing up quickly, she had to brace herself against the tile wall to keep from falling. Quickly, she dried and dressed. The magazine was still resting on the edge of the tub, and she grabbed it and threw it into the wastebasket next to the toilet. *** Michael flopped down onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. So, it hadn’t gone well. He shouldn’t have tried to apologize. No matter how hard he tried, he never could guess how she would react to something. She’d run again, but thanked him sincerely for the ride, so apparently she wasn’t angry. He rubbed his eyebrow and tried not to think about it. The phone rang, and he ran downstairs to grab it, expecting it to be Tess again. “Yeah?” he said into the receiver. “Michael, it’s me.” He really needed to get that caller ID thing. “Isabel.” “I just wanted to make sure you got your invitation.” “Uh, yeah, I got it,” he said trying to keep his voice even. Her voice always seemed to put him on edge, even if he did feel a little guilty about the way he’d treated her... “Oh good. Well, I know you’ll never remember to send your RSVP card, so I’ll just mark you down on the definite list.” “Iz…” he was getting angry. “Michael, I don’t want to hear it. You have to be there, it wouldn’t be the same without you.” “You just want me there so that you can convince yourself that your past is resolved and you’re blameless, so you can move on with a clear conscience.” “Yes,” she said softly, “that is exactly why I want you there. Will you come?” Well, that was a new tactic. She’d never admitted to anything like that before. He was taken off guard. “Yeah, I guess…” He could hear the smile in her voice, “Thank you. I’m so happy. Will it just be you, or should I mark ‘and guest’?” Damn. A date? He didn’t want to have to go with some mindless bimbo. Then again, he couldn’t very well go alone… “I’ll be ‘and guest’,” he said as coolly as possible. “Ok,” she said, “so if I don’t see you before…” “Yeah, bye.” He clicked off the phone and mentally kicked himself for not finding a way out of it. PART SIX “Goodnight, Liz.” “Oh - bye, Maria.” She walked outside into the cold and suddenly he was at her side. No matter how hard she tried to ignore him, he hadn’t gotten the hint. It had been nearly a month since she’d found out the truth about him. She’d wanted to tell him off, but was afraid he’d just laugh at her… They walked the three blocks to her building in silence, and then she walked inside without a backward glance. Taking the stairs up to the apartment two at a time, she entertained thoughts of climbing into her nice warm bed – one week ‘til Christmas, and it was cold as hell. Opening the door with freezing hands, she was surprised to hear a woman’s voice. “ Kyle, I never-.” Kyle’s laughter boomed from the kitchen, “You did too! I remember it as if it were yesterday. You kissed Pam Troy. First you two passed a hat and made everyone put five bucks in-.” The woman giggled, “Oh, that time. Well, that was just a…fund raiser…” Maria walked into the kitchen to see Kyle sitting at the kitchen table across from a bouncy blonde. There were papers spread out over the surface of the table. “Uh, Kyle?” she asked hesitantly. “Oh! Maria! I’m so glad you’re here,” her brother gave her the biggest smile she’d seen in months. “This is Tess. Tess Harding. We were in school together.” “Nice to meet you,” the blonde smiled. “Your brother has told me so much about you.” “Oh,” Maria said with a polite smile thinking, ‘He’s never mentioned you…’ “Well,” Tess got to her feet, “I should get going. Look at the time. I’ll be in touch Monday morning then, Kyle?” “Absolutely,” Kyle gave her a big grin. “Thank you again for coming all of the way out here to tell me in person, it means a lot.” Tess smiled and scrunched up her nose, “Oh, please, the minute I saw your name I started squealing. Everyone in the office thought I was crazy! I always knew you would do something like this someday, we all were so much in awe of you.” Kyle laughed and shook his head as he started to get to his feet, but Tess held her hand out, “No. Don’t. I can find my own way out. Nice to have met you, Maria,” she called over her shoulder as she swept out of the kitchen. “You too,” Maria called, just before she heard the front door open and close. Raising his eyebrows mischievously, Kyle gave her a wink. “Wanna’ tell me what that was all about?” she asked, jerking her thumb in the direction of the recently departed Tess. “ That was about the beginning of the Valenti family’s return to normalcy.” “Ok…” Maria eyed him suspiciously. “Maria,” Kyle laughed, “I’ve been working on something for a while now…I sort of wrote a book.” “A book?” “Yeah.” “W-what?” “I didn’t really have anything else to do, so I started it…anyway, I sent it out to a couple of houses, not really thinking anything would come of it…and, well, one wants to publish it.” “A book.” “Yeah,” he smiled, “I just wish I’d heard back in time for you to enroll for the next quarter at school.” “A book.” “Yes, Maria. A book.” She sat down across from him feeling a little dazed, “I can’t believe it.” “Believe it. Did all right for my first one, got fifteen grand up front, but that’s not even the best part. Tess, she works there, and after they decided they wanted to buy it, she saw it and saw that it was me…well, she said she wants me to do some part time editing, nothing very major. I’m not fully qualified, but she’s pretty sure she can pull some strings, she and I were pretty tight in school, and she thinks I can handle it-.” “Are you saying that- that…I can go back to school?” “Yeah, absolutely. Quit the diner tomorrow if you want, Tess feels confident she can get me the job, and it pays enough…Why are you crying?” “I-I…I don’t know,” she sniffed, looking down at her hands. “No, I shouldn’t quit, but if you’re sure, I could quit working the second shift-.” “Well, that goes without question. But, why don’t you just quit? We can get by with what I’ll make and with the upfront money. More than enough to get us through ‘til I’m done with therapy. You could take a few months off, enjoy life. Oh, or maybe see about that internship you were going to do at that agency.” Maria gave him a weak smile and stood slowly. He looked like himself again. She’d almost forgotten that look he had. The ‘self assured’ air that had always defined him had been missing since the accident, but now it was back. Somehow it made her feel uneasy, and lost. “I think I’ll go take a shower,” she said softly, feeling lightheaded. She started to walk out of the room and then stopped herself and turned back to hug him, whispering, “Kyle, congratulations, I’m so proud of you.” “Thanks, kid,” he said squeezing her tight. He hadn’t called her ‘kid’ for…well, she didn’t know how long. “Can I read it?” she asked, as she moved toward the hall. “Of course!” he called. She got some clothes and then locked herself in the bathroom, letting the tears fall freely. *** Michael walked back toward the diner, wishing he’d put on his heavy coat. She had pretended that he wasn’t even there, just like she’d been doing for the last month. In fact she hadn’t spoken a word to him since the night he’d driven her home. Not mad, mad, not mad, mad for eternity…he didn’t care, she shouldn’t be walking home alone, if she hated him or not. He opened the door and walked inside, plopping down at the counter next to a familiar face. “Max?” “Oh, hey, Michael.” They exchanged brief glances, and Michael signaled Liz to come over. “Coffee, Michael?” “Yeah, please,” he said, rubbing his hands together. After she’d given him the cup, she went back to the kitchen. Max turned to look at him, “So, Iz is pretty excited that you haven’t backed out yet.” Michael cringed, “Oh, yeah.” “Who are you bringing?” “Bringing?” “Yeah, she said you were bringing a guest.” “Oh sh*t, I forgot,” Michael rubbed his eyebrow in irritation. “You forgot? You forgot who it was?” Sighing, Michael looked at his friend, “Well, I can’t go alone.” “Yeah,” Max looked at him curiously, “I understand that. So who are you bringing?” Michael cringed again and looked at him with a shrug. “You don’t have a date,” Max said with an amused look. “Like I said, I forgot.” “I could hook you up with someone,” Liz said as she walked over to stand in front of them. Michael looked at her, “ I don’t need a ‘hook-up’.” “Think a lot of girls are going to be free on Christmas Day?” Liz said with a smile. He hadn’t really considered that. “Anyone I know?” Max asked her. “Yes, as a matter of fact, Max. You remember my friend Kyle’s sister don’t you?” Liz asked him raising her eyebrows expectantly. Max’s brow furrowed, “Kyle’s sister? Who’s Kyle?” “Oh, you remember Kyle. We were at his apartment last week. You know, Kyle and his daughter Abby…” Liz sounded as if she were trying to coax the memory from his brain. Some light went on in Max’s head, because he suddenly grinned, “Ohhh. Kyle’s sister.” Michael looked from one to the other. Liz was nodding with a stupid grin on her face, and Max was staring at her with the usual ‘you’re wonderful’ look. “So, do you want me to set it up, Michael?” Liz smiled in his direction. Not really. She did have a point about the Christmas issue, though. That, and the fact that he didn’t exactly keep a black book, so he’d have to go scrounge something up somewhere. He looked to Max, hoping for an honest opinion, “Is she my type?” “Michael, I think sparks will fly,” Max said with a sincere head nod. They had an old code for this sort of thing. So, she was definitely hot. “Won’t embarrass me, right?” he asked Max again. “No. She’s smart and funny. You’ll be surprised,” Max said confidently. “You’re not gonna’ tell anyone she’s just some chick I don’t know, right?” “No,” Max said. “Not a chance,” Liz chimed in. “I’m sure it will seem like you two have known each other forever.” “Maxwell, I’m trusting you here. This isn’t exactly an event I want to be a laughing stock at…” “Michael. You can trust me. This girl is perfect.” “All right,” he said. If she turned out to be a dud he could always lose her before he actually got there. Probably better to go alone than with some dimwit. *** “ Maria? Are you serious?” “Yeah, Liz…” Maria picked at a piece of lint on the cardigan sweater she was wearing over her uniform. Suddenly Liz’s arms were around her neck, “This is the best news! You must be so excited, you can go back to school.” Smiling, Maria pulled back, “Oh, yeah, of course I’m excited about that.” “You don’t seem overly excited,” Liz said, looking at her sideways. “I mean, It’s been a long time, and you’ve been working so hard-.” “Oh, no-no. I’m excited really,” Maria said, trying to make her smile bigger. “Then, what’s the matter?” “I…I’m not sure. It’s stupid, really…” sighing, Maria rolled her eyes, trying to avoid the gaze of her concerned friend. “What is it?” “I don’t know. It’s just that, I got home last night, and everything was normal, and then…Well, I don’t know, the whole world got turned upside down, and Kyle was happy – which is great, it really is – but, I just don’t know where I fit anymore…” Liz put a hand on her arm, “You don’t think they need you anymore?” Maria tried to bite back the tears and shrugged, “It’s-uh, it’s so stupid, you know…because I’m happy for him, I really am. This is like the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened, because he hated construction, and this is so much closer to what he really wanted to do…And, it will be good for Abby...It’s just so out of the blue. I knew he was obsessed with his computer, but I had no idea why…” Liz moved her to sit on the break room couch and sat down next to her, half hugging her as she let the tears fall. “Liz, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just haven’t really had time to think about my life, and now I’m being forced to, and…I’m going back to school. I am going back to school, but I’ve missed so much time, and I’m not even sure if advertising is what I really wanted to do. You know, it’s just like, I don’t know…I don’t have a life. My whole life is ruined, and I haven’t really had to face it, but now that I do…And, here this wonderful, unbelievable thing is happening for my brother who has lived through hell, and I’m…I’m…” Maria held her hands up in exasperation. “Shh…Maria. It’s ok. I can understand how this would be a little scary, but your life isn’t ruined. And, I think it’s fine for you to feel this way, you don’t have to apologize for it.” “But, it’s so stupid,” Maria choked on a sob, “I sh-should be so thrilled, but instead I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do…I don’t know who I am anymore. Everything is changing…” Liz squeezed her shoulders again. Maria took quick swipes at her tears and took a deep breath, then jumped to her feet, “You know what? I’m not going to do this. This is too stupid for words. I’ve had real problems in my life, I’m not going to sit here and waste tears over one that I made up.” Watching her closely, Liz stood up as well, “Well, I don’t think you should just ignore your feelings, I me-.” “No, Liz. No. This was just me venting the frustration of the last few…years. Anyway, this is a beginning,” Maria said, plastering on the biggest grin she could muster. “I told Murray this morning, and he’s already got a sign in the window, and he’ll have an ad in Sunday’s paper.” With a suspicious look, Liz moved to stand by her, “Maria, it’s great that you’re being positive, just make sure you’re honest with yourself about how you’re feeling.” Somehow managing to keep the smile on her face, Maria nodded and sniffed, “Oh, I am. I’m happy.” Liz nodded slowly, looking unconvinced, “Well, I did have something I wanted to ask you about. It might be a distraction for you…” “What is it?” Maria asked, trying to sound cheerful as she blew her nose. “Well, remember that I told you Max’s sister, Isabel, is getting married next weekend?” Maria snorted, “The wedding on Christmas Day? You’ve only been talking about it for the last two weeks.” “Yeah, I know,” Liz smiled. “Um, anyway, her ex-boyfriend is going, but he doesn’t have a date-.” “How do you know her ex-boyfriend?” “He’s a friend of Max’s. Anyway, he forgot to get himself a date, and it’s Christmas and most people are busy…” “I think I see where you’re going here,” Maria started shaking her head, “and the answer is-.” “Maria, I think you’d really like him. He’s interesting.” “No. No way. Can’t get his own date, and the only compliment you can give him is that he’s ‘interesting’? No, nope.” “Come on, you never go out. This will be something to keep your mind on for the next few days-.” “No. No, thank you. It’s bad enough that Kyle and Abby will be at Vikki’s parents for Christmas…How pathetic is someone who needs a blind date on Christmas Day?” “He’s not pathetic, Maria, actually he’s-.” “I was talking about me, Liz. But, I’m sure he must be pathetic too-.” “Maria, please? I’m appealing to you as my friend, don’t make me go alone. I won’t know anyone but Max and his parents and his sister- well, and her fiancé, who I think you’ll love by the way - but they’ll all be busy.” “I wouldn’t have anything to wear. This is some big ‘society’ event, right? Not really my forte. It’s not like I’ve got a Dior hanging in my closet.” “Well, I’ll be there, and I’m not from that world either. And, I have the perfect dress for you to wear…” “Liz, I haven’t been on a date for…ages,” she closed her eyes and tried to block out the image of his face. That did not qualify as a date. “All of the more reason to go. Come on, Maria…” “You owe me one.” Liz gave her a quick hug, “Thank you! You won’t regret it. This guy is so-.” “No. Spare me. Don’t try to sell me on him. I’m doing this because you want me there, not because I’m interested in anything happening with the guy.” A sly smile spread across Liz’s lips, and she nodded ever so slightly while looking at Maria. Ignoring her, Maria walked out into the dining room. Liz didn’t know. (Well, no one knew.) There was about a ‘zero’ percent chance that she’d be remotely interested in this guy. She got him a fresh glass of soda on her way to stand in front of him. He looked up at her with the usual ‘intense’ look. If only he wouldn’t do that. It made her think…things… remember things… For the first time, she wondered if he would still walk her home when she started leaving at 4 instead of 9. No, there wouldn’t be a reason anymore. Not that she’d ever been sure what his reason was to begin with. *** She looked like she’d been crying. He picked up the fresh glass she’d set in front of him and stared up at her. The ‘half angry’ look was on her face, he was used to it by now. After staring at him for a moment, she walked away and he took a few sips of the soda before pulling the money out of his pocket and placing it on the counter. Exact change. She didn’t take his tips. He had been about to leave, but paused for a moment. Liz kept casting amused glances his way, and he finally decided to ignore her. Glancing one last time at her, he rose and left, walking to his car. Tess had told him to meet her at 6-sharp. *** Maria cleaned up after him. Almost relieved he was gone. Almost. Famous Mr. Guerin… *** “Hey you!” Tess said punching him on the arm. “Uh, hey.” “Ready?” “I guess.” “So, what are we thinking? Sophisticated, ‘go ahead and marry another guy, see if I care’, or wilder ‘hey, I’m still partying and your getting married’?” “Tess, this may come as a shock, but I’m not a girl. I just want to make sure it’s formal enough or whatever.” She giggled and led him into the department store. He hadn’t been in it since the last time Isabel had dragged him in. The sight of the sales clerk turning her nose up at his jeans and sweater pissed him off. Tess was in her element, however – she’d spent years dressing Max, and immediately had the girl showing them the latest in men’s suits. She slapped his hand when she caught him checking the price tag on one. After she found a few she liked, she sent him to the dressing room, and stood outside his room chatting. “…I think there might be a little something there. I mean, he’s divorced, but he’s such a great guy. When we were in school I always sort of wished…well, you know…” her voice babbled through the door. “Not really,” he muttered to himself as he pulled on the sixth suit of the night. Opening the door, he stood waiting as she inspected him. “I like it. You should wear it with a different colored shirt though, maybe taupe,” she said, with her hand on her chin. Obediently, he shrugged out of the jacket and started to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. Tess called the sales girl over and then turned back to him, “Uh, you don’t have to try the shirt on, I can just hold it up to the suit, but if you really want to put on a strip tease…” He slammed the door of the dressing room closed, “I never should have listened to you.” “You need a new suit, and let’s face it, you’d be lost shopping on your own,” there was laughter in her voice. “I don’t need to impress anyone.” “Maybe not, but you don’t want to walk in looking loser-ish either. And, what about your date? Don’t you want to impress her?” “No.” He pulled the next suit from it’s hangers and started to dress again. “Ok, who is she anyway?” “I don’t know, some friend of Liz’s – I haven’t met her.” “Whoa, a blind date? Who’s Liz?” Oops. “Oh, she works at the diner across the street from my place.” “Is she the waitress Max is seeing?” “Yeah…” this friendship thing she and Max had going was bizarre. Who discussed their new girlfriend with their ex? “Do you like her?” “She’s not that bad.” “Is she pretty?” Tess’s voice lost a little bit of pep. “I guess. Not really my type.” “Oh, Michael…you and your non-existent ‘type’.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Come on, Michael. Ever since Isabel, no one is your type.” He opened the door to show her the latest suit, “I do have a type.” “So, how many of your ‘types’ have you met in the last two years, huh?” she asked crossing her arms. “I don’t know…” he turned in a circle as she made a twirling motion with her index finger. “Don’t like it, try the next one,” she said pushing him back into the room and closing the door. “Actually, this is probably the first real date you’ve been on since.” “Hey, I’ve had plenty of dates.” “Really? When I say date, I mean you meet a girl somewhere and find her interesting, you ask her to meet you at a later time, then you meet at the later time and do some sort of activity.” “Yeah, I do that - all the time,” he wished she could see his glare through the door as he crumpled the suit up and threw it in the corner. “Michael, I do not mean ‘you meet a girl, she throws herself at you, then you meet you at your place twenty minutes later’. And, sex does not qualify as ‘some sort of activity’. ” “Why?” She started laughing and he put on the final suit and opened the door, she stepped up and pinched his cheek, “What am I gonna’ do with you?” “I don’t know, but you need to hurry, I have to be home by 9.” |