Pioneers pt. 6
Being
broke meant making serious changes to my life style. For one, I couldn’t afford
to eat on campus anymore. Eric’s mom would bring him some canned goods every
couple of weeks and there was always left over pizza in the kitchenette but I
wasn’t going to be paying five dollars for a turkey and cheese at the deli in Red Square anymore no matter
how delicious they were. I couldn’t
afford the captive audience mark up.
Fortunately,
cheeseburgers were two for a dollar at Burger King. Throw in a Whitman’s
chocolate bar from the Pay ‘N Save and I could live off of a buck fifty a day.
It wasn’t ideal but when it comes right down to it calories are more important
that quantity or quality.
I
was at the Burger King the next time I saw Gina. She came in with her whole
crew. I was standing in line and she spun me around. Her eyes were dewy wet
from tears and she gave me kissed me. I knew she felt bad about how she had
acted but I didn’t care. I was just happy to see her.
Public
displays of affection are only embarrassing for the people witnessing them. I
knew everyone’s eyes were upon us. My girl loves me. They can stare all they
want.
Gina
made a point of introducing me to everyone. Billy was there, as were Rachel and
Sandy. I got to meet Jimmy and Kevin, who went to Ballard High occasionally,
and Travaris who dropped out of Garfield his sophomore year. When Vince, a
metal head who sold weed at the Space Port, came in later, the nine of us took
over a whole corner of the restaurant.
Gina
and I sat on one side of a booth across from Billy and Travaris. Billy was the
de-facto leader of the group. He was deliberate and earnest in his speech. I
could tell he was trying to suss me out. The conversation insignificant, mostly
just small talk although I was asked to recall my misadventures for everyone’s
amusement, I knew my words and reactions were being measured. He was protective
of his friends and he wanted to be sure that Gina was with a good guy. Gina
wanted us to like each other and I wanted him to like me too if no other reason
than to please her.
Travaris
couldn’t care less. He was Billy’s best friend but they were completely
different people. Billy was punk rock serious blond uber mensch. Travaris was
tall skinny black peroxide afro trench coat effeminate with one dangling ear
ring. He looked like Ranking Roger and was flamboyant like Prince. I thought
there might be something about extremes reaching around the spectrum to come
together but the truth is they were both genuine souls. There was an honesty in
who they were and they recognized in each other a struggle that they shared in
common.
Everything made T
laugh and T made everyone laugh with him. While we sat there he drew his name
with condiment packets on the wall. Billy saw this and he reached over to dip a
fry in the ketchup cursive letters. T jumped up, standing on the plastic bench
and yelled “Don’t fry my T, B! Don’t fry my T, B!” until a worker came from
behind the counter and asked us to quiet down. Billy plopped the fry in his
mouth and bit down with great aplomb. These were my people.
Thanksgiving was
less than a week away and Eric was going to be staying with his mother. I would
have the room all to myself and I asked Gina if she would stay with me. She
said she’d try but gave me a wry little smile that meant yes. I was so excited
at the thought of having her alone to myself, were we didn’t need to steal our
moments. I told her to come by Wednesday night. Eric was not expected back
until Sunday.
Eric had figured
out that there was something going on between Gina and myself but how much he
knew was a mystery. We never approached the subject. The three of us had been
friends so long it felt awkward
I wonder if he
felt me mentally pushing him out the door. I all but packed his bags myself.
Eric did not want to spend Thanksgiving with his mom in Burien. He didn’t want
to meet her environmental sciences hippy professor boyfriend. His dad was going
to bring whatever teaching assistant he happened to be sleeping with to dinner.
The whole lot of them were going to prove how adult they could be in the messed
up world of post marital madness.
Eric used to say
that he hated his parents. He didn’t. They were two people so absorbed in their
own lives that they never bothered to think that their actions affected others.
When they got divorced each of them kept stressing to Eric how important it was
that they find their own happiness apart, as if making oneself the center of
the universe was the key to successfully navigating through life. Both of them
were selfish and Eric felt sorry for their ignorance and shallowness. His real
obligation to his parents was to be a witness.
Eric’s mother
hated me but, then again she hated all his friends. Of course, I was nearly all
his friends. Whenever she would come by I’d take off. She would not have
approved of me living here. Fortunately, she always called first. That’s why it
took us by surprise when she knocked.
Eric rushed me
into the closet. We had been sharing a cigarette so he threw out the window and
stuffed the ashtray in a desk drawer. Luckily my bed was made and the room was
clean, the way Gina likes it, so there was very little trace of my occupancy.
Music was playing so I doubt that she heard us rustling about.
Peering through
the slats in the closet door I saw her enter the room.
“Hello. Are you
ready?” She asked Eric.
“I’m good to go.”
“Is there someone
in here with you?”
“No.”
“Have you been
smoking? Your face is flushed.”
“I burned some
incense, sandalwood. I think it was old. Kind of musty. I live in a dorm full
of guys. It stinks if you don’t try to mask the smells. I was doing sit ups
when you knocked. I’m trying to stay in shape.”
Eric could always
think fast on his feet. I was nervous watching her pace back and forth.
“Okay.” She said,
buying the ruse. “I brought some groceries for you. Do you want me to put them
away?”
“Nah. Leave the
bag on the table. I’ll put it away when I get back. Right now, I just want to
get on the road.”
When they left I
gave out a loud gasping groan. I had been hiding in the pantry. It was too
close for comfort. I rifled through the bag. There were cans of soup, cup o’
soups, saltines, and a jar of peanuts. It was plenty of food for Gina and me.
I was so excitable
I couldn’t sit still. I showered extra thoroughly. I picked and preened and
shaved and clipped until my body was near flawless. I even used mousse in my
hair. I rearranged to room multiple times to create the perfect look, leaving
out the right albums and right books and then changing them up in different
combinations. I was all about atmosphere.
Eventually, I ran
out of things to do. I needed to keep myself preoccupied. I picked up an abandoned
copy of The Idiot someone left on a bench and started to thumb through it. When
it got dark I lit a tea candle I’d stolen from a bistro to add a little
ambience on what was supposed to be a very special night.
Russian literature
is dense and it kept my mind from wandering. Every time I put the book down I’d
ask myself, “Where is she?” and I’d go back to reading. I didn’t want to
obsess. Anticipation turns to poison if it builds up. I fell asleep fully
clothed on top of the bed while the flickering flame suffocated in melting wax.
It was early when
Gina showed up. She could tell from my crumpled attire and solemn expression that
I had been waiting for her.
“Happy
Thanksgiving!” She said.
I tried to shake
off my sleepiness and break out of my mope with a smile.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t
make it last night. I told you I’d try. Sandy’s mom thinks I’m at my folks,
like that would happen. Anyways, I gotta go back Saturday. The lady is crazy. She’s got some huge Jesus
bug. I went to church last night. Can you fucking believe it? I don’t think I
can stay there much longer.”
As she spoke she
started to undress and before long was standing in front of me completely
naked.
“I know you’re
bummed about last night.” She continued. “I think the best way to cheer you up
is for us to do it otherwise you’re going to spend all day looking at me
wondering when we’re going to have sex. So, let’s get it out of the way.”
I was awestruck by
her paleness. The grey winter daylight cast muted shadows across her smooth skin.
Her edges were softened by the filaments of small hairs nearly invisible to
sight.
“Hurry up and get
naked. It’s my turn to stare at you.”
We slid under the
covers of my bed together and spent all morning there. It wasn’t like the first
time. We weren’t fucked up. We took our time. It was slow and deliberate and
beautiful in all the ways I expected it to be.
Afterwards we laid
there for a while. She let me be the big spoon for a change. I was enchanted by
the smell of her hair and the deep curve where her neck met her shoulder. She
held my hand to her chest and I could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart
between deep sighing breathes.
“What’s for dinner?”
She asked.
“I think I have
more stuffing.”
“You are so
stupid!” She pushed my hand away and sat up.
“We have chicken
noodle soup or chili. And, I think there is a cheese and crackers somewhere
around here. You know the kind with the little plastic stick. I like to eat the
crackers separately and then just scoop out the cheese. We can split it.”
Gina looked at the
clock and started to get dressed.
“Put your clothes
on.” She told me. “We don’t have much time.”
I did as she asked
and together we rushed out the door. The Safeway was on the other side of
campus and closed at 2 pm on Thanksgiving.
We got there just in time. The store was packed full of people buying
last minute items.
Before we went in
I stopped her and confessed, “I don’t know how to tell you this but, whatever
you have in mind I can’t afford to buy much. “
“We’re not paying
for anything.” She said in a little devil voice. “They are way too busy to
check for shoplifters. When we go in we’ll split up. I need you to get bread
and maybe some fruit. You’ve got a big coat so you should have no trouble
hiding it. Just be subtle. I’m going to head to the other side of the store,
pick up some things, and meet you by customer service.”
She gave me a
quick Kiss and said, “Be cool.”
I’d never
shoplifted before. Growing up I knew plenty of kids who did. Sometimes they’d
steal right in front of me but, I wasn’t one of them. I always assumed I’d get
caught. I have a nervous personality that tends to give me away. This wasn’t
lifting a pack of gum or a candy bar. I didn’t know how I was going to pull
this off.
Fortunately,
everyone was too wrapped up in their own business to pay attention to me. I’d take
an item, hold it in my hands, and then when the moment was right I’d tuck it
into one of the deep inner pockets of my trench coat. Then I’d grab something
else off the shelf quickly. That way if someone did look at me it seemed like I
was still carrying it.
In no time at all
I had my stuff and met Gina by the front of the store. We walked out together and
no one blinked an eye at us, just like she predicted. We walked a couple blocks
away before we stopped and took stock of our bounty.
“How’d it go?” She
asked.
“No sweat. I got a
package of dinner rolls and a bag of grapes.”
“Perfect! I got a
bottle of wine, real cheese, none of that fake crap, and a summer sausage.”
I was amazed she
got away with it because once she told me all the things she took it was
blatantly obvious her shirt was full of contraband. She reached in and pulled
out a two pound sausage and waved it in front of my face.
“Mine’s bigger
than yours.”
“So are your
balls.” I countered. “I have one other thing that wasn’t on my list.” I reached
into my coat and pulled out a can of whipped cream.
“I don’t know what
you had planned for that but I’m not getting all sticky, pervert.”
“Maybe, a little
sticky?” I inquired.
She snapped it out
of my hand, shook it, pulled of the top, and took a big hit of nitrous and
handed it to me. I sucked the last of it out and she took the can and threw it
in a trash can.
“Nope.”
We took a minute,
leaning on each other for support and then once the rush passed we went home,
and had a proper meal. It was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. It was perfect.
Eric came home the
next morning. Gina and I were still tucked in when we both arose to see him at
the foot of the bed. What’s worse is that his mother was standing right next to
him.
“I should have
guessed this was going to happen.” He said with a drolly when what he really
wanted to say was “Oh, fuck.”
His mother took a
furious look at us and marched back into the hallway.
“Eric, I want to speak with you, now.” She said
in a stern tone that echoed through the empty building.
Eric hung his head
and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. Gina and I raced about getting
dressed. An empty win bottle lay on its side on the table along with a
smattering of uneaten food and the ashtray was in clear view. We cleaned as quickly as we could.
We could hear Eric
getting yelled at. I heard her say clearly, “I don’t want them here.” I couldn’t
make out what Eric was saying but I felt bad for him. I felt bad for us too. Why
is it when good things happen they are immediately followed by shit, I kept
asking myself. Why does God always have to even the score? Why can’t I just
have one in the win column for change?
Gina and I were
packed and ready to leave when Eric walked back in.
“Where are you
going? He asked.
“Getting the hell
out of here.” Gina replied.
“Don’t worry about
it. She’s gone. She’s not coming back. I told her it was my business if I let
my friends crash at my place.”
“She’s okay with
that?” I asked.
“No. She is really
pissed. But, she’ll get over it. Or, not. I don’t care.”
Eric reached into
the back of his bottom desk drawer and pulled out his bong.
“So, what’s new
with you two?” He asked.
We got high and
spent the next couple of days hanging out until Gina went back to Sandy’s. Eric
teased us a little. Gina and I would steal kisses when we were alone but we
kept the sexy stuff to a minimum. There’s a time and place for everything and
it can change in an instant.