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“I love you, Aaron! Please promise you’ll call me
back tonight!” “Got to go, now! Bye.”
Dazed, Tami stared at the receiver. She knew he’d
be too busy to call. That’s why he didn’t promise. She loved Aaron,
but she loved her house, too. All of her friends were envious of it.
It was an extension of herself. This was her home. She’d made Aaron
buy it even though there was talk of a lay-off at Boeing. She was
tired of the small apartment they’d rented since Trevor was born.
They’d looked at dozens of houses before they’d found this home,
almost ready. The builder had it finished to her buyer’s
specifications. He’d even said he admired her good taste. Her home
had everything her friends had always wanted.
The emerald carpeting didn’t stain when
six-year-old Trevor spilled his food eating in front of the TV.
Green was her favorite color. A stay-at-home mom, Tami Tanner spent
her days primping in the mirror, supervising the soaps, and charging
on the card her orders from the two channels that offered exclusive
articles of fine jewelry. She’d never had to work. Aaron didn’t want
his wife to work. He’d said so before she’d married him. That was
just fine with Tami. But, since Aaron has been laid off, Tami has
resented the fact that she has had to curb her spending. Tami eyes
embraced her kitchen, its tile countertops reflecting forest hues of
the perfect curtains she’d found. The built-in microwave was the
best. Aaron said that she deserved the best—so long as he got his
three-car garage. The oversized refrigerator—icemaker in the
door—was the envy of her best friend, Heather, who said she’d trade
her boyfriend for an icebox like that. Tami’s builder couldn’t order
the frig. They were behind on their credit card payments for it and
she couldn’t even charge jewelry. Tami knew she was supposed to be
happy Aaron got the job. But, why did it have to be in Phoenix? What
about her home here? She decided to call Heather. As she waited for
Heather’s voice mail message to conclude, Tami played with the ruby
anklet which matched her toenails. Aaron would never have approved
her little indulgence.
“Heather? This is Tami. Please call me back. Pick
up, if you’re there! Aaron’s got a job. Please, call when you get
this message! I’m home. All right? Bye.”
“Wait, Tami! Don’t hang up. I’m on.” “Heather!
Aaron took a job in Phoenix. What am I going to do?” “You’re going
to move. That’s what.” “I don’t want to move, Heather. I want to
stay here! In my house.” “We don’t always get everything we want,
Tami.” “I know, but…”
“But nothing! Grow up, Tami! Quit playing dumb!
It’s me, remember? You’ve a husband and a son to think about. God,
you don’t know how good you’ve had it!”
“I know. You’re right, Heather. I really do have
it good, don’t I? Do you think you could come over? I’m bored blind.
Aaron’s been gone since Sunday night. Could you, please?” “ My
officer 167 Ted Rasmussen will be here for dinner. He likes to eat
when he arrives. I haven’t even thawed out the chicken.” “ Please,
Heather!”
“ Alright, Tami! Quit whining! I’ll see you,
tonight when Ted’s away. He’ll have two beers with his dinner, want
sex, and to take off with his off-duty cop buddies until around
midnight. I’ll come after he leaves.” “Thank you, Heather! I’ll put
Trevor to bed by 8:00. I’ll see if I can get a sitter. We can go
dancing! Okay? “No way, Tami! Your husband’s out of town, but my Ted
could find out. I’m not risking my relationship just so you can get
your jollies teasing some horny hound dogs. I’ll come over and we
can just talk. I’m not getting high either! You got that, Tami?”
“Okay! But, come over. We’ll just talk. Okay?” “I
said I’d be there, Tami. See you around 7:30.”
Tami carried the receiver with her up the oak
staircase to the second floor—pausing near the top––to admire her
beautiful living room with its bayed windows and gas-log fireplace.
The custom carved mantle was just like the one in Home Beautiful
magazine. It was perfect. Plush emerald carpeting extended from the
green slate entry, through the open dining room to the breakfast bar
where Trevor had his Super-Hero’s Cereal every morning. The thick
Seattle phone directory, atop his stool, made it the perfect height
for her six-year-old son. Home from school, Trevor was watching TV,
eating lime wiggly, in the family room.
Last night’s dishes and Trevor’s breakfast bowl
were in the dishwasher, frozen lasagna in the oven for another hour
and ten minutes. Tami had time to bubble bathe. Glass pipe in hand,
she could relax, smoke a little dope, and consider how she would
tell Trevor the news: ‘Daddy has a new job; we have to move to a new
home in Phoenix; you’ll get to go to a new school.’ Immersed in a
euphoric high, she indulged the sodden moments her jetted bathtub
offered, amid awful thoughts of losing her ideal home, her
connection, and her elegant identity.
[End Chapter One]
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Multiple Sclerosis, he writes books & articles on varied subjects.
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