Chapter 6
“You
got everything?”
She
didn’t move.
“We
should really go then.”
She
didn’t move.
“Christalee? Baby?
Tee?”
She
still didn’t move. JC let out a sigh
and crouched down so he could look in her eyes even though she was staring
blankly ahead past him.
“What’s
going on sweetie?”
“They’re
waiting out there, aren’t they?” she whispered in a conspiring tone.
“Well,
no, not they,” JC reluctantly answered, wondering why his girlfriend suddenly
had an aversion to his family. “It’s
just Tyler who’s picking us up. The
rest of the family is at home, no use in them all going through crazy traffic
when they can be making me supper, right?”
She
didn’t laugh. “Not them. Them, the reporters. They’re out there just waiting for me,
aren’t they?”
“Baby,
there wasn’t like, a bulletin that I was bringing a girlfriend home, but there
will probably be one or two reporters out there. I thought you said you were ready for this.”
“I
am. I just, it’s big. I need to take a deep breath here.”
“Okay,”
JC agreed, sitting himself in the seat next to hers which he’d sat on during
the entire fligh over from Florida. She
said nothing, she didn’t move, Christalee simply sat there looking ahead. JC let out a sigh. “We’re going to have to get out soon though, babe. The plane has other places to go.”
“I
know, I just, this is big.”
JC
sighed and passed a hand through his hair.
He didn’t want to do this, but if it was the only way to make her feel
comfortable, he would. “Do you not want
to come out with me? You can go and I
can wait fifteen minutes.”
“They’ll
still know when I get in the car with Tyler or when I show up at your parents’
house later, because you know the media won’t leave you alone for the whole
weekend.” Her eyes were wide with fear
and that alone almost broke his heart.
What was he doing to her?
“I
know. I’ll leave you my card and you
can get a flight back. You don’t have
to do this, Tee. You can just go back
home and we can keep doing the secret thing.
Do what feels right, baby.”
She
wanted to give in and leave. Christalee
had always been a private person and she had seen what the media could do to
the guys’ girlfriends. She and JC had
been romantically linked a few times, but always suggesting she was a fling rather
than anything permanent. Permanency
enraged the fans, and while Christalee wasn’t sure she could deal with that,
she knew for sure that she couldn’t deal with the weight on JC’s shoulders that
would be there as long as he had to keep her a secret.
She
twined her arms around his neck and brought his forehead against hers in what
he assumed was a good-bye hug. He took
a deep breath to steady himself, heartbroken that he was driving them apart for
the weekend and that he wouldn’t be able to go public with Christalee for some
time yet.
“Just
don’t let go of my hand,” she whispered against his lips. He smiled at her, knowing that letting go of
her was the furthest thing from his mind.
“That
sounds nice,” Justin answered with little enthusiasm.
“And
I had to change my flight, but I’ll still be there on the same night, just a
few hours later,” Sam told him over the line.
“Just
tell me when so I can go pick you up at the airport.”
“Justin,
you aren’t picking me up at the airport, you’ll get mobbed. I’ll call a cab or something, don’t worry
about it.”
“But
I want to pick you up,” Justin whined uncooperatively.
“I
know baby, and I appreciate it, but it’s not realistic. Just stay
home and go to bed early that night. I’ll be next to you by the time you
wake up.”
“That
really sounds nice,” Justin answered, this time with much more sincerity in his
voice.
“Good,
and - oh, wait hold on Jay,” Sam said as she listened to muffled voices in the
background. He sat quietly waiting for
her voice to return as his fingers played with the hem of his shirt. “Hey Justin? I have to go, we have people over.”
“Really? You getting your fill of family while you
can?” He didn’t want her to go and even
though he knew she was probably impatient to go greet whoever had just arrived,
he wanted to find some way of keeping her on the line with him.
“Nah,
it’s Alex, my parents told him I’d be home this weekend and that he should drop
in.”
“Alex?” Justin asked, trying to figure out where
exactly he’d heard the name before.
“Yeah,
Alex Minton. He happens to be in town this weekend too.”
“Alex
Minton? Wait, like your ex-boyfriend?”
“From
high school, yeah. Anyway, I’ll call
you tomorrow Jay. Sweet dreams, baby!”
He
heard the click on the end of the line before he could reply. “Love you too.”
Begrudgingly,
he picked up the remote control next to him and surfed through the channels
without actually noticing what was playing.
He mumbled to himself all the while, “Now they’re trying to set her up
with an ex while she’s dating me.
Perfect, just perfect.”
“You’re
exaggerating!”
“No
I’m not!”
“You
are!”
“No
I’m not!”
“He’s
exaggerating.”
“She’s
lying.”
Christalee
and JC looked at each other, both hoping the other would give in. It didn’t look like that would be happening
anytime soon.
“Look,
you weren’t even there,” JC finally argued.
“But
you called me about five seconds after it happened and you said there were
twenty, now you’re saying there were over fifty,” Christalee responded.
“I
never said twenty.”
“You
said twenty until your audience grew!”
“Mom,
she’s lying,” JC finally decided to bring in a third party who, by blood,
should automatically be on his side.
“I’m
sure she’s not, honey. Anyone want
anything else?” Mrs. Chasez asked as
she rose from her seat.
“What!” JC exclaimed over the various orders coming
from his family. “You’re taking her
side over mine, your own flesh and blood.”
“Well,
sweetie, you do tend to exaggerate sometimes.
I’ll get you more tea.”
“I
don’t want more tea!” JC whined as his
mother left the room. “I want you to
encourage me and be on my side and-”
“Jace?” Tyler, his younger brother interrupted.
“What?”
“Shut
up. I’m going to bed. See everyone in the morning.” He laid a hand on Christalee’s head as he
passed by her. He’d seen how scared she
was when he’d picked the couple up at the airport and he knew it couldn’t be
easy for her to be there where she would undoubtedly be discovered, though so
far no reporter had even remotely been spotted.
“Night
Tyler,” Christalee offered with a smile at the reassuring gesture.
“Me
too. Night guys,” Heather, JC’s sister
waved as she left the room.
JC’s
father didn’t add anything, but winked at the couple as he rose from his chair
and followed the route his wife had taken a few moments earlier.
“Well
that’s just fine. Everyone leave
because you like my girlfriend more than you love me, that’s fine.” He pouted alone, and finally Christalee
acknowledged his stuck out bottom lip.
“Don’t
worry, baby, I’m sure they still love you too deep down inside,” she kissed his
bottom lip and rose from her seat on the floor. “So, where am I sleeping tonight?”
“With
me,” JC automatically answered.
“No,
I’m serious.”
“So
am I,” he rose so he could look her in the eyes with more ease. “You’re sleeping with me. Why wouldn’t you?”
“Josh,
we’re at your parents’ house,” she whispered as though it were a secret.
“Yes,
and I’m pretty sure my parents already know we sleep together. It shouldn’t shock them that much Tee.”
“That’s
not respectful.”
“They
don’t mind.”
“Did
you ask?”
“No,
but my mom only made up one extra bed.”
She gave him a sceptical look and he pulled her against him. “Come on, I promise, it’ll be fine. We’ll be really quiet.”
“We’re
not doing anything,” Christalee told him.
“Nothing
loud anyway,” he argued, slapping her butt as she climbed the stairs in front
of him.
“Nothing,
Joshua.”
He
didn’t say anything to agree and she doubted he was in accordance as he hoisted
her in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder.
“You
are so obvious.”
“I
am not,” Chris argued. “Obvious about
what?”
“What
you feel for my cousin,” Leslie answered.
Chris
looked around quickly for a moment to see if Meghan was anywhere within
earshot. When he was sure she was too
far to hear anything, he continued, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m
talking about the fact that you are madly in love with my cousin,” Leslie
calmly answered.
“What? Nah, no, not am . . . um, what?”
Chris sputtered.
Leslie
practically spit out her soda as she tried not to laugh at Chris’ obvious
embarrassment. She was amazed her
cousin hadn’t noticed Chris’ feelings yet. After all, the man hung over her
like a lost puppy and did everything he could to help her out. He had found Leslie a therapist who would
work with her over the phone while she was on the road, had accompanied them to
the preliminary appointment and insisted on driving Meghan to the grocery store
when she’d mentioned her cupboards were practically empty.
“Uh,
huh. You know I could easily find out
if she likes you,” Leslie offered, watching Chris’ reaction from over her soda
cup.
“What
is this the first grade?” Chris
demanded as he turned up the volume on the car radio. They’d been waiting a good fifteen minutes for Meghan to get her groceries,
and while she said she only had a few things to pick up, Chris wouldn’t be
surprised if she took at least half an hour, Meghan tended to get carried away
when she was shopping, even if it was only for food. “How would you do that?”
“Huh?” Leslie asked as her head stopped bobbing to
the song that was playing.
“If
you were to find out if she like me, how would you do that?” He fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt
to avoid making eye contact with the girl in the back seat.
“I
thought you said that was so ‘first grade’,” she teased.
“It
is. I’m just curious as to how you
would find out. I’m not saying do it,
I’m just . . . making conversation.” He knew he wasn’t even slightly convincing
her that this was only casual conversation, but he tried to keep up the facade
nevertheless.
Leslie
only shrugged, knowing Chris wouldn’t be able to bother her much more with the
question as she saw Meghan draw close to the car in the rear view mirror. In fact, just as Chris was about to open his
mouth to ask for details, the passenger door opened, and Meghan slid into the
seat, handing Leslie the three full bags that were weighing her down.
“Alright,
sorry that took so long. I just wanted
to get something good for supper.”
“Don’t
worry about it,” Chris told her, casting a quick look in Leslie’s direction.
“Yeah,
now we can eat well,” Leslie agreed, “and since we’ve got so much food and
Chris was such a great chauffeur all day, we should invite him to eat with us
tonight.”
“Sure,”
Meghan hesitantly answered, wondering what exactly her little cousin was up to.
“Sounds
great,” Chris answered, sounding a little unsure himself as he cast another
look, this time one pleading that she remain silent, to Leslie.
There
was something rocking the bed and he highly doubted it was Kelly. Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes to see
what exactly was making him start to feel seasick.
“Up,
up, up!” He was greeted by Brianna’s
voice as she jumped on his bed. Joey
quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around his daughter, dragging her down
onto the bed with him where he could tickle her without feeling the entire bed
shake under him. She squealed and
giggled with joy as her father lavished her with attention. Soon enough though, the game stopped when
Joey realised that there was something missing to the family’s Saturday
morning.
“Where’s
your mama?” he asked as he held her down in his arms.
“Itchen,”
the little girl answered as she freed herself from his grip and started to once
again bounce on the bed.
“Ah
ha!” Joey answered, grabbing her and
tossing her over his left shoulder.
“Well, let’s go see what she’s doing.”
Brianna
barely made it down the stairs perched upon her father’s shoulders before she
launched herself off him and toward the living room where she would surely find
whatever cartoon was captivating her attention this month. Joey watched her go until he reached the
kitchen doorway, then focussed his attention on the woman before him as she
cooked some kind of breakfast for her family.
Kelly
wore a big fluffy robe, but from the way it was hanging from her body, Joey
knew that it was not tied against her.
He also knew, not thanks to his eyes this time but thanks to experience,
that what she wore under that robe wasn’t much. A very short nightgown, one of his T-shirts or maybe only her
underwear. Whatever it was that the
material was concealing, it was making Joey hard at the mere thought of it’s
existence against his wife’s skin.
He
moved closer to her, and Kelly didn’t even notice. She was swaying to the music coming from the radio as she cooked
his meal, her hips swinging provocatively to the beat. Joey watched her until he could absolutely
not help himself any longer, and he simply had to surround her waist with his
arms. He almost melted when his fingers
touched bare skin. Apparently, she had
opted for only wearing underwear this morning.
“Joey!”
she cried, pulling her body away from him and wrapping the bathrobe tightly
against herself. “What are you doing?”
“Saying
hello?” he asked playfully.
“Well
say it with your mouth, not with your hands,” Kelly huffed in answer.
“All
right,” Joey conceded as she turned to face the frying pan before her. Joey approached and attached his lips to her
neck as he tried to lower the bathrobe from her shoulders.
“Would
you stop, I’m going to make a mess if you keep that up,” Kelly scolded him,
though Joey could hear the giggles she was trying to contain as he tickled her
flesh with his lips.
“I’m
just saying hello with my lips,” he told her, “just like you told me to.”
She
smacked his butt with the spatula then pointed it toward the door. “Go, watch cartoons with your daughter,
now.”
Joey
gave her sad puppy dog eyes, but she wasn’t anywhere near caving. Finally, he gave her a quick peck on the lips
and went to find what Brianna had found on the television.
“And
then what happened?” Justin asked as he
lobbed the basketball toward the net.
“We
had supper.”
“And
then what happened?” Justin asked again
as he caught his own rebound.
“We
sat around watching TV for a little while.”
“And
then what happened?” came the question as the ball soared over Chris’ head.
“And
then I left, what is up with the questions man?”
Justin
shrugged his shoulder. “I’m bored,
man. I have nothing to do. I have ants in my pants from sitting around
and doing nothing. Jace is back home
with Chrissy, Joey’s with the family, Lance is being even more of a downer than
I am and you’re hanging with the love of your life and her cousin. There’s nothing for me to do!”
“Okay,
first of all, we are not allowed to say Meghan is the love of my life out
loud. Second of all, I doubt anyone is
being more of a downer than you. Third
of all, none of that is why you’re bitching, you’re really just mad that Sam’s
gone to visit her family and that you’re too chicken to be there with her.”
“No,
I’m really just mad at the fact that her mother is throwing men at her in an
attempt to make her forget about me and go out with one of those pretty boys
she knew in high school.” Justin interrupted
himself when he heard Chris laugh and turned around to find his friend doubled
over with giggles. “What?”
“Man,
Justin, that’s just funny cause you have to admit that if anyone’s a pretty
boy, it’s you.”
“Lance
and Jace are prettier than me,” Justin defended himself, but was met by a
sceptical look from Chris. “Don’t ask where that came from.”
“Anyway,”
Chris changed the subject, “why do her parents hate you?”
“I
don’t know, they don’t think I’m good enough for her or something. I’ve only met them like three times and they
were really short visits, so I don’t know how they can be so sure they know me
already.”
“And
have you tried explaining this to them?”
Chris questioned as he sunk the basketball into the basket.
“Um,
no, I kind of get really nervous anytime we’re in the same room together.”
“Well
no wonder they think you’re a dumbass.”
“I
never said they thought I was a dumbass,” Justin replied quietly.
“I
know, but with you, it’s pretty much inevitable.” Chris shot the ball and it swooshed through the net. He looked up at Justin with confused
eyes. “Did I just win?”
“And
the SkyDome concert is that Thursday,” Meghan stated, although it came out more
as a question than anything else.
“No,
that had to be moved.”
“The
SkyDome or the concert?” she asked, the small doubt she was feeling expanding
with every second.
“Neither,
the date had to be changed. It’s still
going to be at the SkyDome, which I don’t even want to imagine moving, but it’s
going to be two weeks later.”
“Aren’t
we in Hawaii two weeks later?”
“No,
we’re in Hawaii the week we were supposed to be in the SkyDome because of the
change.”
“Well,
why were the dates changed to start with?”
Meghan asked, starting to feel more annoyed than confused.
“I
don’t know, something about television specials or something. It doesn’t really matter. This is just the new order, this is what you
have to know.”
“Lance,
this is impossible. I knew all the
original dates and usually I can adjust in the blink of an eye when dates
change, but not when all this comes up at the same time.”
“It
didn’t all come up at the same time,” Lance argued calmly hoping to take some
of the aggravation out of the air, “you were just gone for a while and a lot
can happen in a week.”
“You’re
telling me, since I’ve come back I’ve realised that-”
“Hey,
do you know where my . . . oh, sorry,”
Leslie interrupted herself as she realised that Meghan wasn’t alone in the
living room. “Hi Lance. How are you?”
“I’m
doing pretty good. Taking advantage of
a little time off. What about
you?” He watched her with careful eyes
as he waited for her answer. She looked
even better than the last time he’d seen her.
Leslie had started eating regularly again and was no longer wearing the
extremely baggy clothes that she had when she first joined the tour. Lance wondered when exactly all this had
happened since he doubted that she could have done so much progress in her
therapy session when she had only been attending them for a few days.
“Oh,
I’m good. Getting a little restless
though being cooped up here. Chris
comes around to entertain me every now and then though.”
“That’s
nice,” Lance answered, fighting the jealousy that was suddenly aroused in him
at the thought that Chris got to spend more time with Leslie than he did. Lance knew that Chris only hung around
because of Meghan, and he also knew that Leslie had probably not opened up to
Chris the way she had to him when he’d rushed to her after her nightmare, but
still he couldn’t help the butterflies of envy in his stomach.
“Yeah,
well, I’ll let you two get back to it.
I’ll see you soon when the tour starts up again Lance,” Leslie called as
she left the room.
“Yeah,
see you,” Lance responded, though he
wasn’t entirely sure she was still within earshot.
“All
right, so then next week-” Meghan was barely halfway through her sentence
before Lance interrupted her.
“How’s
she doing?” he asked, his eyes still lingering on the spot where Leslie had
just left the room.
“Huh,
who? Oh, Leslie, she’s fine. She has good days and bad days like the rest
of us. I think that psychiatrist Chris
found for us is a big help. I hope she
just keeps it up once she comes on the road with us again.”
“You
don’t think she’ll keep talking to him?”
Lance questioned, forcing his attention from the place where Leslie
could reappear at any moment to look in Meghan’s direction.
“No,
I just don’t know if it will be as easy for her to talk with someone about this
when she can’t see them face to face.
She’s getting better either way.
She doesn’t jump every time the doorbell rings and she seems really
comfortable with Chris.”
“Does
she?” Lance asked, his voice holding
both a tinge of jealousy and an iota of interest at the fact that whatever he
was saying, Meghan seemed to veer the subject back to that of Chris.
“Yeah,
but she should, I mean he’s always here.
He keeps checking up on us. Then
he forgets stuff and has to come ask me when this meeting is or which items are
in the fall line and which in the winter line.
He’s here all the time, but he helps out too, which is good.” Meghan scribbled something on the paper in
front of her and Lance wondered what she could possibly be writing when they
weren’t talking anything about business.
“He’s
helping with Leslie?” Lance doubted
that Leslie had let Chris get that close to her, but if she had, he sure would
like to ask Chris a few pointers on how he could get in a position to help
Leslie as well.
“Yes,
well, maybe not her exactly. I guess
he’s helping me more than he’s helping her.
He’s just always here you know, giving us a ride while my car’s in the
shop, having supper simmering on the stove if one of Leslie’s sessions is late,
telling me to shut up if I’m being too nosy . . . you know, he’s just here for support. And it’s nice to see that Leslie’s at least getting used to one
male presence without having nightmares for a week afterwards.”
“Yeah. I could see that. So Chris has become your domestic huh?” Lance teased, all too
aware that if he stayed serious with Meghan for too long, she would start to
suspect that he was thinking about something more serious than her spare time
spent with Chris.
“I
wouldn’t say that, I mean, he’s more than just a maid. He’s really my support system right
now. I don’t know what I would do
without him.”
“Well,
Chris doesn’t know what he would do without you most of the time either. You guys really need each other I
guess.” Lance was never the best with
subtlety, but Meghan didn’t seem to find anything suspicious about his comment
though he could see the wheels starting to turn in her mind.
“Yeah,
I guess . . . Anyway, what about this
week here,” Meghan leaned over to point to the spot in her agenda where they
had left off when she noticed the time on her watch. “Is that really the time?
God, Lance I’m sorry, but Chris is going to be here in about fifteen
minutes so I can go over with him what I just learned from you. Do you think we could just finish this when
we get back on tour?”
“Not
a problem,” Lance answered. “Why didn’t
you just have me come here and explain it to you both at the same time though?”
“No
offense Lance, but business you and vacation Chris, those two just don’t mix at
all.”
“I
hear you,” he leaned down and gave her a quick hug before he picked up the last
of his things, “I’ll see you soon Meg.”
“Yep,
have a nice end of vacation Lance.”
He
smiled at her and exited the room from the same door Leslie had. His hands shuffled through one of his
agenda’s as he walked toward the front door, wondering if he had missed
anything written down or if he truly had the rest of the day off. He hadn’t even found the right date yet,
when he bumped into something that caused him to drop his papers to the floor.
“Oh,
I’m so sorry Lance!”
“Don’t
worry about it.” Leslie was on her
hands and knees picking up the papers before Lance even realised that it was
her he had run into. Lance joined her
on the floor and they quickly had all the loose papers back in his hands.
“There
you go,” she told him. He was sure
she’d leave once the task was done, but she simply stood there, looking at him,
waiting for him to do or say something.
“So,
how are you doing Leslie?”
“Good,”
she answered, nodding though her eyes refused to meet his. Lance lowered his head a little as he bent
his knees in an effort to see her eyes, finally, when he was able to find them,
she let out a heavy sigh. “All right,
not really. I um, not so good to tell
you the truth.”
“Really?” Lance asked, almost wishing she could take
it back so he wouldn’t feel the painful tinge that was pressing his heart at
the thought that she wasn’t doing as well as both Meghan and apparently Chris
thought she was.
“Anything
I can do?” he asked, though he highly doubted there was anything he could do
that the two people that had taken Leslie closely under their wings couldn’t.
“Well,
yes, but,” Leslie took a deep breath and looked Lance in the eyes. She blinked then looked away, “you don’t
want to and it’s silly and you don’t have time and I understand and that’s
okay.”
She
tried to move away from him, but Lance’s arm around her waist quickly brought
her back to the position directly in front of him. He may not have noticed, but Leslie felt his arm around her, and
she looked down at it slithered around her waist, where it absolutely did not
frighten her in any way.
“Why
don’t you tell me how I can help before you decide that I don’t want to. Then I can make up my own mind,” he held his
hand up to her when she parted her lips to protest, and continued, “I know,
silly idea, but why don’t we give it a shot.”
“Well
this shrink, um, psychiatrist, I’ve been talking to had an idea, and he thought
I should, well you know, talk to someone about stuff. Someone that’s not
him. And Meghan is great and all, but
she’s kind of high strung and Chris is nice, but I’m pretty sure he’s kind of
crazy and well, you’re just nice and there and I’m comfortable with you for
some reason and,” she stopped her self and took a deep breath hoping to find a
little more courage. Instead, she only
managed to discourage herself even more.
“You know what, never mind, it was a silly idea. I’m sorry, you were going somewhere. You can just . . . I’m sorry.”
Lance
caught her arm again as she tried to move away from him. “Leslie, are you asking to talk to me?”
“Well,
kind of, yeah. I talk, you listen, I
just . . . it was silly, I’m sorry.”
“Leslie,”
Lance said quietly, almost in a whisper as he tugged a bit on her arm to
convince her to look at him, “you don’t have to ask to talk to me. You can always talk to me. I mean, nobody asked me to go check up on
those noises that day, and no one asked me to stay with you, I wanted to. I’d be more than happy to listen to you
whenever you need it.”
“Are
you sure? I mean, I’m not exactly
abundant in happy conversations, you know?”
“I
know. And I’m sorry.” Lance looked at her for a few seconds,
noticing for what was definitely not the first time, the lost little girl look
in her eyes. If Lance was reading her
eyes correctly, she felt like a very little girl in a world much too big for
her. He pulled her toward him, hoping
that she would protest if he was in any way making her feel uncomfortable, and
held her against him, her head resting under his chin. She didn’t make a sound either of comfort or
protest, but he felt her arms tighten their hold on his shirt.
“Do
you want more?” he asked, knife poised in the air, ready to drop at her answer.
“Sure,”
she answered, barely sending a glance in his direction.
The
knife soared down a few strokes, then he stopped again with the utensil in the
same position. “Do you want more?”
“Sure,”
she answered, this time without looking at him.
He
let the knife fall five times, then repeated his question, “So you want more?”
“Justin,
just cut what’s there sweetie,” his mother replied as she stirred the contents
of the pot on the stove.
Justin
did as he was told, chopping all the mushrooms that were on the counter in
front of him. When he finished with
them, he looked around with a lost look.
“Do you want anything else?”
“All
right, that’s it! What is wrong with
you?”
“What?” Justin asked, taking the stalk of celery she
was pointing in his direction.
“What,”
she repeated incredulously, “don’t give me that. You’ve been walking around here like a robot, talking with barely
any emotion. You’re helping me prepare
a meal that you might not even be eating because, and I quote ‘you’re not sure
you’re ready to be around that many people.’
You can’t muster the good sense to just cut up everything that’s on the
counter. And you’re not jabbering on
about this and that. What is wrong with
you?”
“I
don’t jabber,” Justin defended.
“Don’t
change the subject. What’s wrong
Justin?” Mrs. Harless tore herself away
from the stove and sat on a stool across from Justin as she waited for his
answer.
“I
think Sam’s going to leave me,” he told her, his voice coming out as nothing
but a whisper.
“What
did you do?” his mother asked.
“What
is that? What did I do? Why is it that I must have done something?”
he asked, waving the knife around for emphasis. His mother pried the cutlery from his hand before he hurt
himself.
“You
did something because I like Sam and I don’t want you to screw this up. She’s good for you Justin, and you know
it. So what did you do?”
“I
didn’t do anything,” he answered, crumpling onto the stool that was next to
him, his face falling down into his hands.
“She went home and everyone there is so set on being against me that
they’re setting her up with other guys as we speak. Sam loves her family so
much, and she cares so much about what they have to say, she’s going to leave
me.”
“Then
why are you here?” his mother asked with a simple shrug of the shoulders.
“Huh?”
was the only answer Justin could fathom.
“If
you’re so sure that her family doesn’t like you and is going to do everything
they possibly can to separate the two of you, why aren’t you over there
charming them so they want you in the family rather than wanting you exiled,”
Lynn returned to the spaghetti sauce she was preparing, all too aware that her
son would have no viable answer for her.
Justin
paused a second, thinking about her question before he picked up another piece
of celery and started chopping. A few
minutes later, he bitterly answered her question, “Because I’m on vacation.”