Dog Days
Chapter 8
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Zoner
hadn’t left herself exactly flat-chested, but she no longer looked like she had
traffic cones under her sweater either.
I glanced at Tommy and his eyes were as wide as mine must have
been. Zoner’s look turned into a glare
and she asked, “What’s wrong with you, Paul?”
I
gulped and blushed, “Me? I … I’m
speechless!” Tommy nodded, his mouth
fell open, and he pointed at his own chest to include himself in my comment.
Jim
laughed and cried out, “Hey everyone, get a load of this. Dunn says he’s speechless!”
I
whispered loudly, “Shut up!” and smiled at Zoner. “You look nice.”
She
returned the smile, “Why thank you, Paul.
I feel a lot better without the weight of those dirigibles holding me
down. My back might actually last me a
lifetime now. You’re looking very well
yourself, except for the hair of course.”
I
pouted and she frowned, “I’m sorry, that was unkind of me. Your hair is what it is …”
“A
challenge,” I said.
“It’s
certainly that,” she replied, and turned around to mingle while we finished our
food.
I put
Lisa’s plate on top of mine and tossed them both in the trash. “Let’s go see what you brought me.”
We
walked toward the living room and ran into a breathless Dina who grabbed my
sleeve. “Come help! Daisy got loose and took off.”
Oh,
no. I ran outside with no jacket and
just sneakers on my feet and called to Gil, “Which way did he go?”
His
voice came back, “Get a flashlight. He
went up the hill.”
I ran
back in to get a light, and the guys were pulling their coats on to help. I said, “He went up the hill,” thinking that
was a lot better than the road.
“We’ll
never catch him,” Tom said. “Come to my
house and I’ll see if I can take the snowmobile.”
The
house emptied out and I wondered if Daisy would even dare to come back while
the crowd was outside all calling to him at once. Gil looked pretty distraught and I put a hand
on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. Remember what the fence guy said about him
going for a run. Tom’s getting the
snowmobile out, so ride with him. Better
bring a leash.”
“What
if he goes in the road?”
“He
went the wrong way for that. You’ll see
his tracks in the snow. Here comes
Tom. Wait here and I’ll bring a leash.”
I ran
inside for Daisy’s leash and thought to put some egg rolls in my pocket. Daisy liked those and I thought Gil could use
them to lure Daisy home. I ran out and
gave everything to Gil and he took them, put the helmet Tommy handed him on his head, and they took off up the hill.
We
could hear the machine for a couple of minutes before it went out of earshot
and I shooed people back inside where it was warm. I turned some more of the outside lights on
and glanced out through the kitchen window to make sure the ones I wanted were
on. I didn’t notice the lights because
Daisy was staring back at me, panting out great gusts of steam from his mouth
and nostrils. I shook my head and went
to the door. Daisy trotted over when I
opened it and I said, “What are you doing?
Get in here.”
Daisy
seemed unsure of himself, but he came inside and squinted at me while the tip
of his tail swirled in a gentle little circle.
Jim and Shea walked into the kitchen right then and Jim said, “They
found him already? Hi
there, doggy!”
I
said, “Tom and Gil are still out looking; Daisy found his own way home, though
I don’t think he went very far.” I
pulled out my phone and called Tom. His
phone rang six times and went to voice mail.
I muttered, “They’ll never hear the phone on that machine,” and left a
voice message at the signal.
I
heard a squeal from the living room and a general increase in the noise level
followed right after. I turned quickly,
but it was just Daisy making his entrance.
Dory came out and looked around. “Where’s
Gil? Did he come in?”
“No,
just Daisy so far,” I said. “They don’t
know he’s here and Tom won’t hear his phone over the engine. They’ll be back when they get cold.”
Hector
was right beside Dory and said, “I’ll get them.
Just sit tight.” He touched the
screen on his phone and in a moment said, “I need a snowmobile right away. Put the light bar on. No, there’s no problem. We have two kids out looking for a dog that
isn’t missing.” He pocketed his phone
and turned to me. “I just set the fire,
so make sure it gets going.” He went for
his coat and while he was putting it on the room lit up briefly from the bright
light of a snowmobile that I didn’t even know they had over there. I wasn’t a bit surprised, though.
Hector’s
coat had a collar that he could pull right up to his nose, and with his hat
pulled down to his eyebrows he looked like he was getting ready to rob a
bank. Several of us followed him out to
see his two compatriots disappearing down the driveway on a second snowmobile
while Hector’s sat there rumbling with power.
Unlike every black car that company came up with, the snowmobile was
resplendent in white. A hoop that
sported three bright lights sat atop a post near the back of the thing, and
there were two normal looking headlights on the front. When Hector sat on the machine he did
something that made the top lights swing side-to-side and then rotate right
over so they lit the area to the rear.
With his collar covering half his face I couldn’t see the grin I knew
was there when he hit the gas and tore off up the hill, but my own mouth was
busy shaping the word Oh.
I
looked at Lisa and said, “That should do it,” and took her hand. We went back in and I checked the fire. It was burning brightly, so I sat in an
armchair and pulled Lisa onto my lap. I
put my nose to hers and said, “Merry Christmas,” which earned me a smile and a
quick kiss.
“Will
you open your gift now?”
I
looked under the tree wondering where all the packages came from. It took a second to spot the one from Lisa,
even though it appeared to be the largest package there. I mumbled, “What is all this?” as I reached
back to the wall. Lisa’s present was
big, and it was also soft and floppy so I sat on the floor to open it. I pulled the bow and tag off and started
tugging tentatively at the paper until I found a taped seam. I got a finger under a flap of the paper and
started pulling on it, which only revealed more paper for a few frustrating
moments. I finally tore enough wrapping
off to reveal some patterned dark green cloth, and it wasn’t long after that I
realized I was unwrapping a quilt … a very large quilt
at that.
I
smiled and turned my smile to Lisa. She
told me once that she and her mother made quilts but had never advised me when
she made them. I asked, “How big is
this, anyhow?”
“It’s
queen-size to fit your bed. Here, I’ll
help you.” She knelt on the floor facing
me from about five feet away and started pulling so I only had to hold on while
the quilt was revealed, and it was a beauty.
It was a pattern of randomly sized squares all fit together. The main color was a faded yellow that was
almost beige, and the larger squares were outlined in the dark green I’d seen
first and a somewhat lighter blue that verged on gray. The centers of the squares and the rest of
the borders were made of many different colors.
All of the borders were corduroy cloth and the centers were made of
everything from denim to paisley prints.
It was gorgeous and I hated to even guess at how many stitches Lisa had
sewn to create it.
I
grinned at her, “It’s beautiful! You
didn’t use that shirt I gave you?”
Lisa
stared at me and said sweetly, “It’s reversible, of course. I just bet your old shirt is on the other
side.” She glanced around and said, “
With
the help of Gary and Dan, Lisa managed to get the quilt up in their hands
facing me. Instead of being pleased she grimaced
and grumbled, “It’s upside-down. Let me
help; it goes the other way.”
They
fussed for a moment and Lisa stood back to look. “That’s much better,” she said, but it looked
the same to me. I didn’t usually
associate tops and bottoms with random geometric patterns, but then again I’m
not an artist. If Lisa said something
said it should go one way, then that was it.
I
said, “Oh, that’s much better,” and Lisa gave me an odd look.
“Turn
it around and show Paul the other side.”
Dan
had a straight face, but
With a
minimum of fuss, they turned the quilt around and … well, holy primary colors,
Batman! Side-B was a cartoon! A giant, queen-size cartoon in bright colors
with BLAM spelled out in huge yellow
letters, sparks and stars flying, as a boy on a bicycle crashed head on into
either a big shark or a train. It could
have been a train with evil-looking teeth or a shark with a headlight and a
smokestack, but what mattered was the bike rider was wearing my shirt. It was the shirt I’d worn home from Lisa’s on
the day I’d been forced off the road near my house. I’d only worn it that once and now it was
part of my present from Lisa, and I thought it was hysterical.
I
grinned as I turned to her and said, “I love it! I never saw a cartoon quilt before.”
Everyone
was having a good chortle at the picture even though they probably never heard
of my mishap. There was no doubt that
the rider was me, and that was achieved with a single cowlick that stood
straight up and flopped over to one side near the tip. Lisa had sewn my shirt in so I was
spread-eagled and there were lots of cloth accents that brought motion and
something like drama to the scene.
I
looked at Lisa again and said, “Let’s put it on my bed and try it out.” Lisa’s look became a bit icy so I changed
direction and smiled, “I didn’t know you liked comic books.”
That
seemed to startle her but she soon smiled, “My big brother has all the comic
books. I looked at some for ideas.”
I
looked at the quilt again quickly and decided it would be rude to everyone else
to spend any more time on it right then.
I said, “I’ll bring it upstairs.
Why don’t you start passing out the gifts?”
“Me?”
“I’ll
be right back. Just get everyone in here and I’ll give things out.”
“Yeah. He showed up right after you took off. I tried to call you.”
“I know. We’ll be there in an a few minutes.”
I put
my phone in my pocket and remembered that my father had a Santa hat somewhere,
and thought I knew where I could find it.
There was a little cubby underneath the stairs that we used for odd
little things like that. I found it in a
plastic shopping bag and pulled it out.
It was in good shape so I put it on and went into the living room.
“Ho,
ho, ho. Let’s have some presents, ho, ho, ho.”
Shea
cried, “Hey look! It’s Santa Claus. Hi, Santa.”
“And
ho, ho, ho to you too little boy. Let’s see if my elves thought of something
for you. Come on everyone, gather around
the tree.”
Jim
said, “Um, I think we’re already around the tree; we were just waiting for
you. Need any help?”
“Yeah,
good idea. You can hand things to me from under the
tree; that should make this go faster.”
We got
started but didn’t get very far before Tom and Gil came in. Gil cuddled with Daisy while Tom gushed about
Hector’s snowmobile.
“That
thing is wicked fast and those lights made it just like day out there. I was …”
Bridgette
grabbed Tom’s arm and pulled him down to sit beside her. I could hear Hector stomping the snow off his
boots so we waited until he came in and got settled. Then I handed Dan the first gift, which was from
me.
I’d
gotten the same things for Jim, Dan, Tom and Shea: Swany ski mitts. I got them because mine kept my hands warm
even when everyone else was complaining
Gil
said, “Oh, Swany! Those gloves are the
highest rated ones for the price.”
My jaw
dropped and everyone stared at him.
“You’re an expert on ski gloves?” I asked.
“I
read it in Consumer Reports.”
I was
ready to jump on that when Shea nodded, “Oh yeah, you can learn a lot from
them,” and he pulled a glove on. He
smiled, “Mmm, I see why you never get cold.
These are really nice.”
There
were gifts and there were more gifts, and it took a long time to pass them all
out; long enough that I had trouble straightening my knees out when I finally
stood up. Everyone followed my lead and
got to their feet. We’d been sitting for
a long time so I pointed toward the front door and said, “One bathroom there
and two more upstairs. I’ll see what’s
left to eat.”
Lisa
led a pack of girls upstairs saying they’d use my bathroom, so I was worrying
when I reached the kitchen. I’d seen
bathrooms after a lot of women have used them and I wondered how long it would
take to straighten mine out. I had to
hope that Lisa would keep things orderly.
Dory
was in the kitchen pulling things from the refrigerator when I got there. She saw me and said, “I’ll take care of this,
Paul, you just entertain your friends for ten more minutes.”
“Are
you sure you don’t want any help?”
“All I
have to do is uncover things and put some dishes out. It’s really no trouble.”
I
shrugged, “Okay, thanks. If you change
your mind just yell.”
I
turned around and almost bumped into Billy Baldwin. He stopped me by putting his hand out and
smiled, “I have to go; my mother’s picking me up.”
“Oh,
too bad. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah,
I did, and thanks for the scarf. I
didn’t know we’d be coming here so I didn’t bring anything. Sorry.”
Roland
appeared beside Billy carrying two coats.
He held Billy’s out to him and thanked me while he donned his own. I told them they shouldn’t worry about not
bringing presents and that they could watch for their ride from inside the
kitchen. I shook their hands and wished
them Merry Christmas before I went back into the living room.
Gil
and Dina were kneeling on either side of Daisy, both stroking him. Daisy was loving it
but Gil seemed nervous and kept looking around the room while Dina appeared to
be trying to talk to him. I felt for Gil
because I knew exactly what it felt like to get totally tongue-tied around
girls my own age. I used to get so
embarrassed I’m surprised the heat from my ears didn’t set my hair afire, but
there wasn’t anything I could do to help Gil other than give him something to
do.
I
walked over and said, “Why don’t you two go and give Dory a hand in the
kitchen? She’s there by herself and I
know she’d appreciate a little help.”
I
smirked at Dina, “Sorry, I let some extra syllables escape. Do I have to explain appreciate?”
I
turned as they started to get to their feet.
My teasing got a rise from Dina and her face turned as red as Gil’s.
There
were a few different quiet conversations in progress so I sat on the arm of
Lisa’s chair and listened until Aldo asked me something, and everyone seemed
contented when Gil came in and said there were snacks in the kitchen.
There was
quite a lot of food out and I wasn’t really hungry. I poured myself a small glass of eggnog and
took a slice of spice cake, which I started eating while leaning against the
counter by the sink. I stayed in the
kitchen with Lisa and some others while some people drifted back into the other
rooms. Within about an hour everyone had
left for home and I helped Dory put the leftovers away.
I
should have been tired but I wasn’t.
Dory was, though, and I offered to clean up if she wanted to go to
bed. She hesitated at first, but left
when she realized that I was serious.
She was replaced almost immediately by Gil, who I thought had already
gone to bed.
“Need
help?” he asked.
I
looked around and said, “Not really, but check out the other rooms for glasses
and dishes. I’ll straighten out in there
when I finish here. Where’s Daisy?”
Gil
smirked, “He’s snoozing; I think all the attention wiped him out.”
I
chuckled, “I guess I’d be tired too if twenty people took turns tickling my
nose and stroking my ears.”
Gil
gave me a look and headed out of the room muttering, “Better than picking your
nose.”
I
started cleaning in the kitchen. It
wasn’t a mess but there were crumbs and sticky spots on most of the
surfaces. I sprayed cleaner and wiped
until everything looked good, by which time Gil had come back with a few
glasses, dishes, and pieces of silverware.
He found room for those in the dishwasher and started it while I swept
the floor.
Gil
was still finding little things to do after I put the broom away, and I looked
in the refrigerator for something to nibble on.
I wasn’t really hungry, but still felt the need to munch on
something. I pulled out a wrapped dish
of cut up celery and carrots and another with cherry tomatoes. There was an open jar of ranch dressing and I
took that as well.
I sat
at the table and started munching on a carrot.
Gil noticed and asked, “You’re hungry again?”
“Not
really hungry, just thought I’d nibble on some
veggies.”
Gil
looked closer and said, “Tomatoes aren’t veggies. They’re fruits.”
“Yeah,
sure they are.”
He sat
down and reached for a stick of celery.
“I’m not kidding; you can look it up.
Tomatoes are fruits.”
“What’s
the difference, then?” I asked, kind of hoping he
wouldn’t know the answer.
“I
think it’s like this,” he said.
“Vegetables are things like roots and leaves, flowers,
stems … I think that’s it. Fruits
have the seeds in them, so even if they’re not sweet, tomatoes are still
fruits.”
I
stared at Gil. He really was full of
surprises, at least when it came to trivia.
“You’re sure about that?”
When
he nodded I said, “Jeez, I’ll be sure to get the word out. You shouldn’t keep
things like this to yourself.”
Gil
wheezed out a little laugh, “I can’t win with you, can I? I’m not keeping a secret; I’m just not going
around telling people what makes a fruit a fruit.”
I
smiled, “Yeah, since you put it that way maybe you should keep it to
yourself. A little dudelet like you
could get himself hurt.”
Poor
Gil put his elbows on the table and cradled his chin in his hands. “Good God, will you ever quit?”
“What? Am I distressing you?”
Gil
scowled and then his look brightened right up.
“You know, I was worried about everyone coming here, and then you said
they’d respect me. I think they did, or
at least they were all nice to me. But you … you just get on something and
don’t give it up. I don’t think that’s a
sign of respect, and I can’t tell if you don’t like me or don’t want me to like
you, or maybe both.”
Oh,
boy. If I’d made Gil feel bad then he’d
just doubled down on me. I opened my
mouth to say something, but closed it so I could think first. I stared at Gil and he stared back, and I
finally said, “Shit. Did I go too
far? I’m not trying to pick on you
Gil. If I crossed the line with my
teasing … I mean, I did cross the line I guess. I’m sorry.
I like you just fine. I can’t
make you like me, but I don’t want to make you not like me either.” I
repeated, “I’m sorry.”
Gil
stared for a moment longer before his mouth took on a little smile, and it spread
to his eyes. “Cool. That’s cool.
Good. I was getting worried. I like you, too, but I thought I was getting
everything wrong or something.” He
pointed at my plate, “Now give me one of those red fruits.”
I
pushed the whole plate over to him and changed the subject. “Since you brought up the subject of
Charlemagne, what do you think about Dina?”
Gil
made a gesture of exasperation that included a roll of his eyes that was
exaggerated enough to hurt. He ignored
Charlemagne and said, “I don’t know; Dina’s nice. Why?”
“I’m
just curious. She’s nice? That’s all?”
Gil
looked at me curiously. “What should I
say? She’s a cute girl … looks just like
Lisa. She’s like you; she asks a lot of
questions.”
I
snorted, “Like me? I don’t think so,
man. She doesn’t even like me.”
“Sure
she does. At least she said nice things
about you.”
“Really?” I asked. “What did she tell you?”
“Oh,
she said you really hate your hair, but she thinks it’s cute, and you’re always
in a good mood.”
“Good
mood? Really? Oh yeah, she only sees me when I’m with
Lisa. That’s an automatic good mood.”
Gil
smiled at the tomato in his hand and muttered, “That must be nice.”
I
wasn’t sure if he was talking about the tomato or my good moods, so I kept my
mouth shut.
He looked
up at me like he was about to say something, but looked away again. “What?” I asked.
“Oh,
nothing. I must be tired, because I can’t seem to
follow you.”
I
didn’t say anything. Gil pushed his
chair back and stood to leave. “G’night,
Charlie.”
When
he started to walk away I said, “Charlie?”
He
disappeared with a wagging Daisy in his wake, and finally said, “Mange. Charlie Mange,” just before he thumped up the
stairs.
+ + + + + + + +
The
next morning I was startled awake when my door flew open and someone shouted,
“Wake up! Do you Southerners sleep all
day?”
I
would have expected that from Tommy and possibly from Gil, but I didn’t
recognize the voice. I opened my eyes
and didn’t see anyone, so I leaned up on my elbow and looked around. I blinked when I saw Russ Glover there
grinning at me. “Russ? I … jeez, let me get up. What brings you here?”
Russ
smiled, “Dana brought me. Why don’t you
visit us anymore?”
I
opened my mouth to reply, but Daisy crashed in before I could say
anything. He was so overjoyed by his
good fortune at finding a new person in the room that he twisted himself almost
into a pretzel with his full-body wag.
He wiggled right up to Russ and goosed him with his nose.
“Aaah! Who’s this?” Russ gasped as he pushed Daisy back
a step and rubbed his ears. “Hey, doggy;
you must be the famous Daisy dog.”
“That’s
him,” I said while Daisy grinned.
“Where’s Dana?”
Russ
looked at me and said, “On the couch. I
guess he was up late getting ready, then we left early and he drove here. He just wanted to lie down for a bit.”
I
would have liked to sleep some more myself, but I pulled my covers off and
said, “You talk to the dog. I need the
bathroom. Was anybody downstairs when
you got here?”
“There’s
a lady named Dora standing in the kitchen.”
I had
taken clean underwear and socks from my drawer and was almost to the bathroom,
but I stopped and turned to Russ. “Her
name’s Dory. She’s standing there?”
Russ
grinned, “I don’t mean like a statue.
She said she doesn’t know where to start.”
I
nodded and closed the bathroom door behind me.
I figured that Dory had a few very busy days ahead of her, so it made
sense that she’d want at least a mental plan for the day.
I took
a very short shower and hurried as I got ready, but when I left the bathroom
Russ was gone and Gil was sitting on the end of my bed looking nervous. “What’s up?” I asked as I poked my head into
the closet to find something to wear. “Did
you meet Russ?”
“Yeah;
he was making a lot of noise with Daisy so I came in to see what’s going
on. He said Dana’s here.”
I
pulled out a pair of Dockers tossed them onto the bed saying, “I know. I didn’t think they’d be here so early. Where’s Russ now?”
“Oh,
we took Daisy out and he stayed to throw the ball. Um …” Gil eyed me and said, “I wanted to ask
you about Dana.”
“Ask
away. You met him before, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,
but just for little while, and I never really talked to him. What’s he like?”
I
shrugged, “He likes to go fast. He’s a
ski racer, and I think he’ll be a fast driver. … not
food, though. He likes his food to be
slower than his fork. Oh, and he likes
blondes in pink bikinis.”
Gil
snickered, “I didn’t mean what does he like; I meant what is
he like.”
I
thought before I spoke, mainly because I didn’t have a clear answer. “Dana’s pretty laid back. I mean, he kicks ass big time on skis and he
knows how good he is, but he doesn’t brag about it all that much. He’s kind of fussy about some things, not so
much about other things. He likes most
people and people like him.” I looked at
Gil, “Is that what you mean?”
“You
guys all talk about what a good skier he is.
He must be really strong, huh?”
I
shrugged, “I don’t know. With skiing,
the better you get the easier it is.
It’s good exercise, but it doesn’t get you muscle bound or
anything.” I smiled to myself, “He is kind of strong smelling, though.”
Gil
groaned, “Only you. I just don’t want to
say the wrong thing and get him mad at me.
Does he have a bad temper or anything like that?”
“You
know, Dana doesn’t ever seem to get very mad about anything or anybody. I’ve seen him upset and even embarrassed, but
never really pissed off.” I smirked,
“Maybe you could be the first one to get him going; set some kind of record.”
Gil
frowned and mumbled, “That’d be my style.”
He pointed at my feet and said, “Your socks don’t match. I’ll see you downstairs.”
I
looked at my feet. Not only didn’t my
socks match, they didn’t even come close; one was red and the other gray. I don’t think I ever owned red socks so it
had to be a laundry mix up. I put on a
matching set and left the odd ones on my dresser, then cinched my bathrobe, got
my slippers on, and looked in the mirror.
I hadn’t combed my hair when it was wet and it had dried into a
full-head cowlick that made me wince.
Everyone was used to my head though, so I decided to leave it alone
until my mother arrived, and I’d only try to fix it if she complained.
I went
downstairs expecting some activity, but things were quiet. Russ and Daisy had joined Dana and they were
all napping in the living room. I didn’t
run into Gil, and supposed that Dory had him busy somewhere. Then I found a note in the kitchen that said
Dory and Gil had gone to the store and that we should help ourselves to
breakfast. Since I was the only person
moving, I put some bread in the toaster and poured a small glass of juice. I decided on something light for right then,
and had the toast with butter and jelly.
Then I fixed a cup of coffee to bring upstairs with me.
I did
a last check on my mother’s room and found it spotless, so I straightened
things out in my own room. I dumped my
coffee out in the bathroom sink because it tasted old, and decided against
getting another one. I sat at my desk,
turned the television and the computer on.
The television came up before the computer. An ad was running on the local station so I
left it there to wait for the weather forecast.
I wasn’t concerned about the weather for that day or the next, only the
day after Christmas when we’d fly to
The ad
was followed by several more, and I was looking through my email when the news
came on. I heard the news anchor open
with what he breathlessly called an urgent update, and glanced at the screen to
see the face of Frederick Schiffer, the
I
said, “Watch this,” as I picked up the remote and pressed the on button. “Schiffer’s pleading guilty!”
Dana
and Russ both sat bolt upright, the blood drained from their faces. I found the station and turned the volume up,
then the phone rang.
I ran to pick it up and it was my father.
“Did
you hear the news, Paul?”
“We’re
watching right now. Did you know about
this?”
“No,
not a clue. Go ahead and watch. I’ll call back after we
absorb this. I’m going to call Bernie to
find out if there are any implications for Russ, though I don’t see why there
would be. I’ll talk to you in a while.”
He was
gone before I could say goodbye, so I sat to follow the story on
television. Like always, the news people
said what they knew, and then started what I figured would be at least a full
day of recaps, speculation, interviews with people in the know, more interviews
with people not in the know, and by lunchtime they’d be interviewing each other
when they weren’t repeating everything, all the while running pictures of
Stockton, the victims, Schiffer, and anything else they could think of.
What
they did know was that William Goda, the head of
Schiffer’s defense team, announced that he had delivered a letter to the
prosecutor’s office, and that letter stated Mr. Schiffer’s decision to plead
guilty to the charges against him.
That’s all they knew as fact, but they sure seemed happy to stretch that
fact into a full day’s worth of news.
The prosecutor was no help, only acknowledging receipt of the attorney’s
letter.
We
were silent while we watched and listened.
I kept glancing at Russ, who was paying rapt attention to the program
and seemed unaware of my presence. When
I looked toward Dana he was looking back at me and simply raised his eyebrows
expectantly. I looked back at Russ, who
finally noticed me.
“What
do you think?” I asked.
Russ
inhaled deeply enough that his shoulders lifted before he breathed out. He shook his head a little and said, “It’s
still sinking in.” He glanced at Dana
and then back at me, “I guess it means I won’t have to testify, and to tell the
truth I’ve been scared to death of that.
I know there’s a lot of evidence against Schiffer, but I’m the only
witness who can put him in
The
phone rang, and Dana said something to Russ while I went to answer it. It was Mr. Glover. “Paul, Brian Glover here. Is Russell up and about?”
I
said, “Yeah. Some
news, huh?”
“The
best news,” he said as I brought the phone over to Russ.
I held
it out, “Your father.”
Russ
smiled and took the phone, and I beckoned Dana to follow me to the kitchen
while they talked.
“I
didn’t expect to see Russ,” I said. “Did
he just feel like taking a ride?”
Dana
grinned, “I guess he likes long rides.
He’s going to
“Really? How come I didn’t know about this?”
Dana
looked at me for a moment with a question on his face, and then lifted his
finger like he had an idea. “I bet
nobody told you; that’s why. That’s
gotta be it.”
I
shoved him, “Doof. What’ll he do all day
while we’re skiing?”
Dana checked
the coffee pot and started dumping the old brew out in the sink. “I guess he’ll have to ski. He’s been bored long enough.”
I
smiled my surprise, “You’re serious? I
thought he wouldn’t be able to ski at all this year.”
“That’s
what everyone thought.” Dana was looking
in cabinets until he found the coffee.
“He healed better than they expected, and Dad got him a hot shit helmet
to keep his head from collapsing.”
I
tried not to picture that. “So, is he
free to ski or is he limited to something or other?”
“He’s
got limits, but it’s mostly up to him to avoid risky things. He’s been looking at the trail maps and
doesn’t think he’ll get too bored.”
I felt
good for Russ. “He must be thrilled.”
Dana
grinned, “He is. I think he’s really
kinda thrilled about everything he can do these days. He kept it mostly to himself, but he told me
once he was worried about never getting all the way back to the things he did …
before. I mean, you should have seen him
grinning when he came back to work, and again when school started and he could
just go like always. The doctors didn’t
really promise him anything, and now they kicked him out of therapy and said to
have fun skiing.”
Russ
appeared in the doorway just then and I said, “Speak of the devil.” I grinned, “Dana’s just telling me about your
recovery. That makes my day before it
even gets started.”
Russ
glanced at Dana before he smiled at me, “If it makes your day, just imagine
what it does for mine.”
“I bet
you can’t wait to go skiing,” I said.
Dana piped
up, “He might as well wait. The speed
he’s skiing these days, he won’t even set off a motion detector.”
Russ
looked at Dana, “Thanks, Dana. You’re a
special person.”
Dana
bowed his head, “A lot of people tell me that.”
“Yeah,”
I said, “But most of us slip the word needs
in there.”
Russ
wheezed out a laugh and said, “I see you haven’t lost your touch.”
I
shrugged, “Lots of sparring partners around here. It’s almost too easy.” I looked from Russ to Dana, “Who’s hungry?”
Dana
pointed at Russ and said, “He is, but since you’re cooking anyhow …”
“Never
mind, what do you want? We should have
all the usual things.”
“Eggs
are good for me,” Dana said. “Russ?”
Russ
shrugged, “Sure. Do you have any bacon
or ham or anything like that?”
“I’ll
find something. You guys set the table.”
Dory
and Gill came in just when I was ready to sit down with my plate, so I handed
it to Gil and made eggs for myself and Dory and we all ate together.
Gil
asked, “Did you hear the guy that killed all those people up north is going to
plead guilty?”
We all
mumbled our answers, and it occurred to me that Gil had no idea that Russ was a
surviving victim, and that Russ and Dana both knew the killer personally. I asked, “Did you follow that story? Do you remember that one person got beat up
by Schiffer and survived?”
Gil
nodded, “I remember that. I wonder what
ever happened to him.”
Dana
said, “That was Russ!”
Gil
turned and asked, “This Russ? Really? Holy shit!”
Dory’s
eyes were wide as she took a good look at Russ, “Oh, dear. Is that true?”
Russ
nodded and took a bite of toast, which I took to mean he didn’t want to talk
about it right then. I’d opened my big
mouth to start it, so I said, “It’s true, but let’s finish breakfast, and maybe
ask Russ if he feels like talking about that before starting the questions.”
Dory
nodded and said, “Sorry.”
I
said, “No need, but Russ just learned when we did that he won’t have to testify
…”
Russ
grinned, “I can speak for myself. Paul’s
right, though; I’ve been afraid of this trial for months, and now that I won’t
have to testify I just want to get used to that idea, and not have to think
about anything at all for awhile.”
We
went back to our meal in silence until I happened to look outside. “Whose car is that?” I asked when I noticed a
new-looking Mercedes out by Dory’s car.
“That’s
mine,” Dana said. “My
Christmas present.”
I
looked at him with my eyes narrowed, trying to discern the truth. “You got a Mercedes for Christmas?”
“Yeah,
didn’t you?”
I
said, “I know that’s not your car, Dana.”
He
looked offended, “Why would you say that?”
“For
starters it’s not pink or yellow, and I don’t know anyone who likes you enough
to buy you something like that.”
Dana
smiled, “You don’t know everyone. Lots
of people want to give me cars.”
I
rolled my eyes, “For instance?”
“Dad
gave me a car, too. It’s a nice Grand
Cherokee.”
“Uh,
huh. Let me guess: it’s
nine years old and kind of battleship gray, right?”
“Well,
sure it is, but that Mercedes is royal blue and about half a day old.”
I
looked at Russ and said, “Help me out here.”
Russ
sighed, “That Mercedes is the car we came in, and Dana drove. That’s all I know.”
“Okay,
who was in the back seat?”
Dana
cried, “Never mind the back seat. I want
to know what you got me for Christmas.”
This
was my chance. “Gee, Dana, I got you
something but I can’t compete with a car.
Now I’m too embarrassed to give it to you.”
I
think I left Dana speechless for a moment, and I took the opportunity to get up
from the table. “I’m going to run over
to Tommy’s for a while. I won’t be
long.”
I
really just wanted some exercise, but it wasn’t to be because Tom burst into
the back room, scuffed his feet on the mat, and rushed into the kitchen. His excited expression suggested that he’d
come to tell us about Schiffer, but that expression turned to one of surprised
delight when he saw Russ sitting there.
“Russ, you’re here! I just heard
the news about the murder case. Man,
it’s good to see you!”
Russ
had stood, and he held his hand out to shake with Tommy. “Yeah, it was out of the blue. How’s everything going?”
Dory
said, “Excuse me, boys, but I have a lot to do in here. Do any of you want anything else?”
We
took the hint and moved into the living room, where the television was still on,
and the news people were still fixated on the
Russ
sat on a hassock and said, “They kept my name out of the news in the beginning
pretty much because I could have died. I
was still in the hospital when they arrested Mr. Schiffer, and the prosecution
got what they call a gag order on me, and the press can’t use my name anyhow because
of my age. That means that, unless I go
saying something in public, only certain people know I’m the witness.”
“Yeah,
like only everybody in
Dana
replied, “Good luck with that. An
outsider can’t find out anything about people in town by asking someone
else. They just get dirty looks.”
Thinking
about that made me smile at the truth of it.
The image a lot of people have of New Englanders being somewhat taciturn
is based solidly in fact. I’ve found
Vermonters, especially, to be great conversationalists, but only with friends
and family. Strangers who want to buy
something get the royal treatment, but won’t learn anything by asking questions
about people. I could picture some news
reporter trying to learn something other than the most direct route out of town
from the people in
We
hung around like that for a while, just goofing on each other and whatever
struck us as interesting or funny. Gil
was sitting on the floor with his back to the sofa, Daisy stretching out away
from him. Gil gasped all of a sudden,
and when I turned he looked like he might if he was drowning. One hand was reaching up and flapping around
as he tried to move away from Daisy. I
found that odd until my nose picked up on the reason for Gil’s distress. I let out a gasp of my own before holding my
breath and trying desperately to disengage from what must have been a
forty-inch long dog fart of the worst kind.
Everyone
else was dressed, and they ran for their coats so they could get outside in the
fresh air. Going out involved putting
clothes on in my case, so I went upstairs to get ready while the guys bundled
up to go out.
I
didn’t hurry really, but I was ready to go in a few minutes and turned down the
stairs just as I heard my mother’s voice call, “We’re here! Can someone help us?”
“Ma!” I cried, and ran downstairs
just in time to see her stumbling into the hall with her arms full. I took her packages from her, and leaned over
them for a kiss as she pulled her coat off.
Ally appeared right behind her, so I took a few steps backwards to give
them room. Dory came up beside me and
offered to take the packages.
“I
have these; help Ally. Where do you want
these things, Ma?”
She
looked at what I had and said, “Oh, I don’t know. Upstairs for now.”
I
heard her greeting Dory while I took the stairs up, and when I returned there
were more packages in the hall. The door
was open to the outside and I could see Mom leading Dory and Ally back to the
house, so I made another trip up with my arms full.
Later,
my legs felt rubbery from so many heavily laden trips up the stairs, while my
recollection of the Audi’s interior volume seemed to contradict reality. I went to my room and into my bathroom to sit
down and recover. I’d been met at the
bottom of the stairs each time I went down, so I never saw how the car was
packed; I just lugged stuff up to Mom’s bedroom. Mom and Ally brought luggage enough for a
family … sack after sack of Christmas gifts, more gifts that weren’t in bags, a
ton or more of groceries, and some new baking implements still in their
boxes. Mom’s room was full, along with a
big corner of the kitchen. My father can
stuff a car pretty full, but Ally has him beat by a mile.
“Paul?”
Gil’s voice came from my room.
“I’m
in the bathroom.”
“Oh,
okay.” He paused, “How long do you think
you’ll be?”
“Huh?”
“I
mean, are you done or do you need some help?”
“What?
Open the door; I’m not hearing you right.”
Gil’s
voice became nervous, “Isn’t that kinda weird?”
“What
are you talking about? What’s weird?”
“Um,
you want me to open the door while you’re in there?”
“What’s
the difference? I’m just sitting here.”
“You
don’t think that sounds strange?”
I gave
up and pulled the door open, only to find Gil’s hand attached to the outside
knob. He came
flying in and bumped right into me. I
thought he’d fall, so I put my hands on his shoulders. “How hard was that?”
Gil’s
look was wild at first, but it morphed into an uneasy smile as he looked behind
himself, “Not so bad, I guess. You’re
really just hanging out in here?”
I
said, “Yeah. Close the door and have a
seat.” I stood and leaned against the
vanity, while I gestured to the toilet for Gil.
Gil
sat down and stared at me for a moment before asking, “So what are we doing?”
“I guess
you could call it hanging out.”
“But
we’re in the bathroom,” Gil argued.
“Yeah,
well what are you missing in here?”
Gil
looked around and shrugged, “Nothing, I guess.
It’s nice enough.”
“Well,
we are missing something, and it’s a big something.”
“What’s
that?”
“Noise. People asking us to do things; giving us
orders. That’s what’s missing. That’s why it’s nice.”
Gil
looked around again, appreciatively this time.
“Oh, yeah.
This is pretty quiet.”
It was
until Dana’s voice rang out, “Paul?”
“In
the bathroom.”
“Oh,
okay. Do you know where Gil is?”
“Gil
is with me.”
Dana
was silent, so I asked, “Do you need something?
You can come in, too.”
There
was another silence, but the doorknob turned just before I said something
else. The door opened a crack. I couldn’t see anything, but Gil smiled and
said, “Come on in.”
The
door opened wider and Dana’s face appeared.
His worried expression became a blank stare when he found me sitting up
on the vanity. I said, “What’s up? You can sit on the edge of the tub if you’re
staying.”
Dana
kept his eyes on me as he walked past, and while he was sitting down he asked,
“Why are we hanging out in the bathroom?”
Gil
answered for me, “Because it’s quiet and nobody asks us to do more work when
we’re in here.”
That
wasn’t good enough, so I added, “I was in here by myself and Gil wanted to know
if I needed help.”
Dana
gave Gil a quick dirty look, but kept his mouth shut at first. Then he said, “So, what should I do? Do you want me to tell Dad you’re in here, or
should I say I can’t find you?”
I had
an answer, but Dana’s words caught up with me.
“Dad’s here? Why didn’t you say
so?” I got up and tore out of there just
as Dad walked into the bedroom.
Daisy
was beside him and ran to me barking, as if to say, “Look who I found!”
I gave
Daisy a pat and hurried into a hug with my father. He said, “Hi, Paulie. I was starting to wonder if you were home.”
I
grinned, “Oh, I’m here alright. Your
messengers didn’t mention that you were home till just now.”
Dad
put a hand on my shoulder and looked me over, saying, “I’ll have to dock their
pay. You’re looking good; everything’s
alright here?”
“Yeah,
everything’s great. Look at the bed.”
Dad
looked over there and said, “New quilt?
That’s really nice,” as he went for a closer look.
The
tame side was up. “Yeah, Lisa made it
for my Christmas present. It’s
reversible. She gave it to me last
night.”
Dad
seemed surprised. “Really?” He reached out and stroked the quilt, then
traced a seam with his finger. “Wow! This is really nice work.” He turned to me and added, “You know, we
could sell work like this. We get quilts
once in a while, but nothing this nice.”
“I
think it took her a long time to make.
The other side is finished too.
It’s … different.”
“A
different color?” Dad asked.
“Oh
yeah,” I said absently. “Many colors on the flip side.”
Dad
took hold of the closest edge and said, “Give me a hand. I want to see it.”
I kept
my mouth shut and helped him, and he started walking around the bed once the
quilt was turned over. “What am I
looking at here?” He pointed at the
hairdo and said “That’s you, I can tell that much.” He looked at me, “Is this from real
life? Did you crash your bike into a … a
what? What is that, a blast
furnace? A cigar-smoking
hippopotamus?”
I
said, “Lisa used some dramatic license there.
It was a, um, it was a pricker bush, a big sucker.” I pointed, “See? You can tell where the shirt got torn up,
where all these seemingly unnecessary stitches are. The red is from me bleeding.”
Dad
was obviously amused. “Well, isn’t that
just the ultimate in personalization?
You get a day-in-the-life picture that could have been done by Stan Lee
himself. Most people are lucky to get
their initials embroidered.”
I
smiled, “I’m lucky to know Lisa.” I
looked at Dad, “She’s the nicest girl I ever met.”
Dad
smiled and patted my shoulder, “For what it’s worth, that’s exactly what I
think, too. Got a minute? I want to show you something to see what you
think.”
I
shrugged and said, “Sure.”
Dad
stepped over by the door to the hall and picked up a briefcase that was sitting
there on the floor. He brought it to the
desk and popped it open, saying, “Stand over here on this side so we can both
look.”
I
stood beside him and he pulled out a large photograph. It was a picture of an old house that might
have been a setting for a horror movie.
It was what I think they call Victorian style. It was whitewashed brick and, while it didn’t
seem in danger of falling down, it was in serious need of attention. The ground it was sitting on was overgrown
with small trees and weeds, while vines were growing up and over the porch
railings. I looked at Dad and asked,
“Why am I looking at this? Are you
making a movie or something?”
Dad
was looking at the picture and said absently, “A movie? No, no; I’m thinking it would make a nice
summer place.”
I
looked again, more closely this time. We
had a little cottage on
I
looked my question at my father and he said, “Well, that picture doesn’t show
you much. I have some aerials in here.”
He
pulled a stack of papers from the briefcase and began unfolding some, until he
had a black and white picture that was about two by three feet in size. It showed water and land, and there were
various dotted lines in different colors, as well as arrows, circles, and
miscellaneous notations all over it.
There, looking tiny from above, was the old
house, sitting on a peninsula of some size that jutted out into a body of
water.
Dad
said, “This is
I just
stared at the big aerial picture, and finally asked, “What brought this on?”
Dad
smiled, “I guess I still miss that cottage on
“How
is this the same?
It’s a big place on a lake. The
house on the
Dad
said, “Sorry. I guess that’s the
impression you’d get from this, but this property is the exception. The west side of the lake is in a state
forest, but the other side is pretty well settled. There are a lot of individual cabins
scattered around and several small developments. There’s a big KOA campground, a summer camp
for kids, and a state park with a sandy beach.
There’s a town at the southern end that I’m told is pretty lively in the
summer. It’s popular with tourists so
there are some amusements there, like a town beach with an arcade, a public
boat launch, some decent restaurants, and a whole lot of motels and inns.”
That
actually sounded inviting to me. “So
what’s the deal? Why
this place, and why now?”
Dad
nodded, “Good questions. This property
has been tied up in probate for two decades, long enough that the named heirs
are either deceased or no longer interested.
By the terms of the will, the developed property will be sold, the rest
donated to a land trust, and the money from the sale will go to the summer camp
down the lake. As to the timing, the
probate just came up for disbursal and Bernie wanted me to have right of first
refusal as long as I don’t dicker over the set price.”
It
figured that Bernie Sutton would have his hand in this. I may actually have heard some of the stories
about a singularly difficult probate. If
this was the one, Bernie swore he could write a best seller about all the
concurrent dramas in that particular family.
I took
a guess and said, “A piece of land like that is probably pretty rare these
days, right?”
Dad
grinned, “It sure is. Once things settle
out, the lake property will be completely protected from encroachment. All we have to do is make it livable, and
that’s going to be less daunting than these few pictures might have you
believe.”
I
looked at the big aerial picture again and smiled. “Can I get a jet ski?”
Dad
didn’t even look at me. “Absolutely not.
Maybe a paddle board, or even a kayak…”
I
groaned and Dad said, “Let me finish. If
you want to use a jet ski you’ll have to borrow mine.”
I was
ready to say something when Daisy suddenly growled, lifted his head, and then
barked as he jumped to his feet. The
bathroom door opened and Dana walked out followed by Gil, and they were both
yammering like long lost friends. That
surprised the heck out of me because I thought they’d left when I came
out. Dad had a rather hopeless
expression on his face, but neither of us said anything. When Dana and Gil noticed us, which I think
was only because Daisy came from our direction, Dana said, “We’ll be in Gil’s
room,” and they walked out.
I
turned to Dad and he said, “They were in the bathroom together?”
“Yeah. I thought they came out when I did, but they
obviously didn’t.”
Dad
just looked at me so I added, “I can explain.”
He put
his hand on his forehead and said, “I was afraid you were going to say that,
but please don’t. Some things are best
left in the twilight zone.”
I
nodded at the truth of that and asked, “Where’s Elenora? Did you check in at the hotel already?”
“She’s
downstairs with the rest of the ladies.
We decided to stop here and head up to the hotel later on. We have dinner with Ally and your mother
planned there and you’re welcome to join us if you want to. Dana figured you’d say no, so he’s going to
stay here with Russ. He doesn’t want to
break his training diet, and he gets bored when he’s out with just us.”
“He
has a training diet?”
Dad
grinned, “For sure, and he says fancy restaurants don’t give him nearly enough
food to ski on.”
I
laughed at that, and heard Elenora calling my father’s name. I went to the door and said, “He’s in here.”
She
came in smiling and pulled me into a hug.
Then she backed off and looked at me, “My, you’re taller every time I
see you.”
“I’m
not really taller, it just looks that way when I’m
wearing pants instead of a skirt.”
Elenora
made a face and said, “Oh you …” She turned to my father and said, “We
need your help downstairs for a minute when you have a chance.”
Dad
said, “I’m free. Just
me?”
“Oh,
definitely just you.”
“Can I
help?” I offered.
“Just
stay upstairs for ten minutes, and keep Dana busy if you see him.”
I gave
her a salute and said, “Yes, ma’am!” which earned me a pat on the cheek.
When
they left the room I went over to Gil’s room.
Gil was on the bed, stretched out on his side facing Dana who was
sitting at the desk. They both looked up
when I walked in and I asked, “What’s up?”
Dana
said, “Just talking. What do you like
better, cats or dogs?”
I
shrugged, “I like dogs. It’s not that I
hate cats, they just don’t do much.”
Dana
grinned, “Tell him what you told me, Gil.”
Gil
rolled his eyes. “I just said I like
dogs because they’re always happy to see you and they want to do things. Cats … I don’t know, to me they act like I
should be paying them or something.”
I
laughed, “That’s good. It’s true,
too. Cats are cute when they’re little
and it’s fun to watch them play, but they won’t play
with you. Even little baby dogs like to
play with people.”
Gil grinned,
“Yeah, and dogs don’t get all embarrassed when they look dumb. The snow’s sticky out there, and Daisy came
back with his ball one time with like long things of snow coming out from his
nose holes. We all laughed at him and he
didn’t care. He just liked the
attention.”
I
looked at Dana and we both mouthed the words nose holes at the same time, which set us off laughing..
Gil
stared at us for a second and then asked, “Now what did I do?”
I
laughed, “You came up with a new synonym for nostrils.”
“Oh,
yeah. Sorry, it just came out that way.”
Dana
said, “I have my eye on Gil’s blanket.
You ever see anything like it before?”
“I’ve
seen them in pictures, but never a real one.
Did you feel it? That thing
weighs a ton.”
“I
know. I wish I had a blanket like that.”
I
said, “Maybe they sell them in Whistler.
Even if they don’t, there must be a
Dory
called up to Gil and asked him to come downstairs to help her with
something. I stayed with Dana. We hadn’t really had any time together since
the wedding and there was plenty to talk about.
Dana was really wired up about the trip to Whistler and he kept bringing
it up. He was looking forward to the
racing season after that. He’d been
skiing well and was sure he’d have a good season, maybe good enough to get him
a crack at the national team next year.
Dana
had been talking to Gil and I was curious about that, so I asked, “What do you
think of Gil?”
Dana
smiled, “He’s pretty cool. You must have
fun with him around, huh?”
That
wasn’t the kind of answer I expected and it caught me off guard. “Fun? Um, I guess … yeah, you could say that. I mean, it’s only been a month.”
Dana’s
eyes narrowed, “Are you saying you don’t know yet? Christ, it took me ten minutes to figure out
that he’s a nice kid.”
“Don’t
get me wrong. I met Gil under different
circumstances. He was being a jerk, a
real asshole, so I didn’t like him from the beginning. When I found out the reason he was like that,
the first impression was already there.
Now I know he’s okay, but I have to think past what he was like
then.” I smiled sadly at Dana, “This is
coming out wrong. Gil’s smart, he can be
funny, and I really do like him. There’s
no but involved, just one sour little
memory. It’s my problem, not Gil’s, but
getting rid of that memory is like trying to un-say something, or un-hear it.”
Dana’s
gaze softened and he smiled, “You know, I actually understand that, and from
both sides. I know there are people in
I
opened my mouth to talk and thought better of it. I shook my head, “No, let’s not go there,
okay? Gil was in a bad situation, but
it’s something personal that he’s getting help with. I really doubt that he wants to be reminded,
or to think the whole world knows.”
Dana
just said, “That’s fine. Let’s go see
what they’re doing downstairs.”
That’s
what we did, and we spent the afternoon snacking, listening to honeymoon
stories, and greeting the various friends and neighbors who stopped by to
visit. Dad and Elenora left for their
hotel around
It was
just Gil, Dana, Russ and me for a while.
We made sandwiches and ate in the kitchen. Tom and Shea came by after their family
dinners and I opened a bottle of wine, which disappeared quickly so I opened
another. Hector and
Russ,
it turned out, did not inherit his father’s drinking gene. He was looking woozy after two small glasses
of wine, and fell asleep after a sip from the third glass. Gil never finished his first glass, though he
sipped from it occasionally. Tom found
my father’s stash of Beck’s beer, and once he determined that there was a lot
of it, he helped himself to a few. When
Dana
announced that he had forsworn alcohol for the racing season. We thought that was admirable even though it
didn’t sound like much fun. Shea Luellen
pretty much matched my wine intake sip-for-sip and, since he wasn’t doing much
else, I put him in charge of keeping our glasses up to date.
We sat
in the living room, which was crowded with gifts. It was cozy with a nice fire going, the tree
lights lit, electric candles in the windows, and Mom’s oil lanterns burning
cheerily. I played a CD
of Christmas music and fixed up a tray of snacks from the bounty in the
kitchen. I kept it simple in a Greek
way, with chunks of feta cheese drizzled in olive oil and sprinkled with
oregano, an assortment of olives, some Loukanika salami, and a loaf of Ally’s
crusty bread. Tom, of course, searched
out a jar of Cheez Whiz and a box of crackers.
Dana
woke Russ when I brought the olives out because he knew Russ loved them. I don’t know much about olives, but there
were some big purple ones that were really delicious. Tom loved the salami on crackers with Cheez
Whiz, which was not a huge surprise.
Daisy
just played along, happily defending his floor and scarfing up everything that
fell on it. Shea gave the dog a black olive, and it
rolled out of his mouth when he tried to eat it. He stretched out and got it with his tongue,
but it rolled out of his mouth again.
After losing it a few more times he stood up and smashed it with his paw
before licking it up off the rug. Gil
got a cloth to wipe the spot, and he was laughing too much to mind doing it.
We
were having a good time. Hector kept
bugging me to tell my pig joke, so I finally did, but everyone had heard it so Hector was the only one who laughed. We just talked and sang along with a couple
of the songs when we knew the words.
We learned
the ladies were back when Daisy, who had been snoozing at Gil’s feet, suddenly
woofed, then jumped up and ran toward the door barking. Gil cried, “Daisy!” and leapt to his
feet. He was wearing socks without shoes
and failed to gain enough traction to catch the dog.
The
next thing I heard was my mother, who sounded tipsy, saying, “Oh look! The nice doggy is here to welcome us
home. Hello, Daisy. Let me get my coat off, and I have a yummy
treat for you. Oh look at how he licks
my fingers.”
I
looked at Tom and shrugged as she continued in baby talk. He smiled and leaned against the wall in a
way that made me realize he’d had a lot to drink. It reminded me of the first time we’d drunk
alcohol together, not long after Dad and I had moved here. We’d had dinner with Tom’s family at their
house, and afterwards Tom’s father had friends over to get to know my
father. The men were all drinking and
telling stories, which I wanted to stay and hear. It wasn’t to be, because Tom’s mother shooed
us out to protect our tender little ears from hearing such talk. We went to my house and started sampling the
liquor supply.
I got
buzzed. Tom got pretty drunk, and when I
managed to get him upstairs I had to lean him against the wall in my bedroom
while I pulled the trundle bed out. He
wasn’t nearly as soused this time, but he wouldn’t be allowed to stay over on
Christmas Eve so I had to sober him up some before he could go home. I had to do it without Mom, Ally or Dory catching
on. Thankfully, Mom and Ally weren’t in
much condition to notice, and they headed up to their room after calling out
Christmas greetings and good wishes to everyone. Dory came by and looked twice at Tom, but she
excused herself to go to bed without mentioning him.
As
soon as she disappeared, I pulled Tom into the kitchen and sat him at the
table. He stared happily at nothing
while I filled a big glass with water and put it in front of him. “Drink this.”
Tom
lifted his head and stared at the glass, “All of it? Is it gin or vodka? I don’t like gin too very much.”
I
patted his shoulder and said, “Try it, you’ll like it,” and went to pick up the
dishes and leftovers from the living room.
I passed Gil and Dana who were on their way outside with Daisy.
Hector
and
There
were only a handful of plates and glasses, so I decided to wash them by hand
instead of using the dishwasher.
“Cold
out?” I
asked.
“Not
really,” Dana replied. “Um, where are we
sleeping?”
I
hadn’t considered that. I had figured on
Dana sleeping on the roll-out in Gil’s room, but that was before Russ Glover
showed up. I thought it would be best to
put Russ somewhere with Dana, and only Gil’s room had two beds. I wasn’t exactly keen on having Gil sleep
with me, so I looked at him and asked, “Do you mind if Dana and Russ take your
room and you use mine? I can sleep on
the couch.”
Gil
said, “It’s your house. I can sleep on
the couch.”
I
glared at Gil. “It’s your house too,
man; I’ve told you that. Anyhow, I want
to sleep in the living room. Maybe this
year I’ll get to see Santa. I always
try, but I always fall asleep.”
Gil’s
eyes opened wide? “Are you serious?
When Santa gets a look at that tree he’ll go right back up the chimney
and outta here. There’s no room for any
more presents.”
“There’s
always room,” I informed him, and nodded sharply at Dana so he got the message
too.
That
settled it. Dana roused Russ and led him
upstairs with Gil and Daisy following. I
went to see how Tom was doing and found him napping, his arms folded on the
kitchen table and his head resting on his forearm. The water glass was empty.
I
shook his shoulder gently, “Tom … Tom!” He stirred and I said, “Come on, time to go
home. You okay?”
He
squinted at me and mumbled, “Okay? Fine. Yeah,
fine. Why are you here so early?”
“It’s
not early, it’s late. Everybody’s gone
to bed, and you have to go home. Get up,
and I’ll walk over with you.”
Tom
nodded, and though it took him a while to get on his feet he seemed pretty
steady once he was up. He used the
bathroom and got into his outerwear while I got ready to go with him. He protested a little, but I went with him
anyhow. His house was dark when we got
to the door, so I felt it was safe for him to go in alone. We said our goodbyes and I hurried back home.
I went
up to my room to change into pajamas and to get a bathrobe. I tiptoed in, but Gil said softly, “I’m
awake. You want the light on?”
“Yeah,
thanks,” I said. “I just need a minute
to change. You
comfortable?”
“Uh-huh. You really don’t mind the couch?”
I was
looking in a drawer for pajama bottoms and came up with a pair of sweat pants
first. “The sofa’s fine. I sleep down there a lot when I’m too lazy to
come up here.”
I
emptied my pockets onto the dresser, dropped my clothes on the floor, pulled on
the sweats and my slippers, and unhooked my robe from the hook in the
bathroom. I brushed my teeth while I was
there, then said, “I’m all set. Merry Christmas, Gil.”
Gil
said, “Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Merry Christmas, Paul.”
I
heard Daisy’s tail thumping gently on the floor as I left. I said, “Merry Christmas, Daisy,” and smiled
on my way downstairs. I had gotten used
to having Gil around. We had some
awkward moments and would undoubtedly have more of them.
It may
have just been the Christmas spirit, but while I got myself comfy on the sofa
it occurred to me that there was more to Gil than I gave him credit for at
first. He was bolder, brighter, funnier,
and a whole lot more agreeable than I expected, and I found myself enjoying his
presence. I considered Dana my brother,
and it was official now that Dad married Elenora, but we’d never lived under
the same roof like I did with Gil.
Except for my time at Barent’s, I’d never lived with anyone other than
my parents, and I liked the change.
It was
like having my very own runt.
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