Simon's Journal
Volume IV
Thirteen
Summer Days
A New Beginning
Written by Danny
Chapter – 2
Saturday
“Simon?” BJ whispered from the top bunk.
“Yo Simon, are you
awake yet?” he whispered again.
I guess he thought I was still in bed, but I
wasn’t. I had been up for over four hours and I don’t think he was expecting me
to come walking into the room when I did ‘cause he let out a wicked loud yell
of freight. It sounded something like, “Algahaw-dis-is-balgack”.
I’ve no idea what that was supposed to mean, but I thought it funny enough to
attempt to spell it here.
After he yelled he fell back into his pillow
and clutched at his frantically beating heart.
“Simon, I swear you are going to give me a heart
attack someday.”
He sounded like he was out of breath; as
though he had been running, or slapping the weasel.
I had a chill run up my spine and I shuttered
at the thought of BJ slapping that big weasel I had seen last night. Yuck!
“What time is it?” he asked.
“Nearly ten o’clock.” I answered. “I was
starting to wonder if you were ever going to get up.”
“How long have you been awake?” he asked with
a yawn.
“Oh I have slept in every morning since I
came home. I didn’t get up until nearly six.” I said while setting my e-journal
on my desk.
“Six in the morning?” he asked and for a
second he sounded like Mickey Mouse.
“Man that is like three hours ago?” he said
with a cough to clear his voice box.
I chuckled, “Try more than four.”
“Huh?” he was trying to sit up while rubbing
the sleep from his eyes.
“Oh and by the way, Dad’s in the process of
filling a bucket with ice water.” I warned him, but he didn’t believe me.
“Yeah right.” He said and yawned again before
falling back into his pillow.
While walking back out of the room I spoke in
a higher tone with sort of an elastic kind of sigh, “OK, but don’t say I didn’t
warn you.”
Maybe five minutes passed before everyone in
a three planet radius heard the screams of BJ as dad dumped about two gallons
of ice and water onto the sleeping head of BJ.
Not long after that, BJ was sitting beside me
at the kitchen table, grumbling about being cold while dad told him that we’d
been trying to get him to wake up for over an hour.
He was also nursing a nasty scratch on his
inner left thigh. You see, no one was aware that my cat Lil’
Vera had been soundly asleep between BJ’s legs when dad bumped the ice water on
him. In her panicked attempt to get away from the water and BJ’s flailing
limbs, she had sunk a single claw into his tender fleshy thigh meat. At first
he hadn’t noticed the deep scratch ‘cause all his senses had been overloaded by
the ice water. It wasn’t until he was standing barefoot on the wooden floor
that we all saw he was bleeding.
Our initial thought was that it was really
bad, but once mom had him cleaned up and the bleeding had stopped it wasn’t so
very bad at all. Needless to say he tried to milk it for all the sympathy he
could get out of it.
Of course being his best friend and virtually
brothers, I had to offer him some compassion and love.
“BJ got his period! BJ got his period!” I
chanted outside the hallway bathroom as mom nursed his wounds.
“Simon, that’s enough.” Mom warned.
“You know, you best be careful now BJ.” I
said.
“Why?” he asked dumbly unaware that he was
setting me up for a good punch line.
“‘Cause now you can
get pregnant.” I said.
BJ acted like he was about to leap over mom
to come after me. Mom had looked as though she was going to shout at me, but
before either could do anything, I took off down the
hallway, laughing at my own cleverness.
“It’s summer time!” BJ grumped while sitting
at the kitchen table, “I’m supposed to be able to sleep as long as I want!”
With a laugh Dad said, “Hey, you didn’t have
to get up. You could have gone right on sleeping.”
“Yeah right; in a wet bed?” BJ hissed. “I still can’t believe you did
that.”
“You could learn a thing or two from Simon.”
Dad started to say and BJ quickly jumped in with his own smart comment.
“You mean how to sleep in a wet bed?”
I think dad’s jaw just about hit the floor. I
on the other hand thought it was clever and rather quick witted of BJ to come
up with that on the spur of the moment.
When dad saw that I wasn’t upset over the
comment he relaxed and continued, “I was going to say... He was up before
anyone else, had a shower, made and ate his breakfast and who knows what else.”
“I watched TV, had some cornflakes and did
some journaling all at the same time.” I said, directing my comments to BJ.
BJ gave me a disgusted look and shivered, “You
ate cornflakes? Are you a teenager or an old fart like your dad over there?”
Boy BJ was on fire this morning, considering
he looked like the walking dead... actually, make that the wet walking dead.
Half a second after his witty ‘old fart’ line
BJ was hit in the face with a wet sponge. You know the kind that’s about the
size of a 3x5 card; on one side it has a yellow sponge and a scratchy green pad
on the reverse. Dad couldn’t have had better aim if he had practiced with the Cincinnati
Reds. The sponge hit right on the
“Ah gross! It smells like dirty dishwater!”
BJ groaned as he tried to throw it back, but instead it went splat on the floor,
several feet from dad.
I simply grinned ‘cause
I knew if I laughed BJ would probably Frog me in the arm or something.
BJ crossed his arms and lowered his head to
the table. I thought he might have dozed off again, but when dad asked him what
he wanted for breakfast he replied and was still quick on the draw with the clever
comebacks. “Fried eggs with the whites still slimy like snot and a piece of burnt
toast.”
When he hadn’t heard either of us laugh or
make any kind of sound, BJ lifted his head to look at us.
“Tell me you’re joking.” I begged him.
BJ grinned mischievously. “Well, that’s how
he made them the last time I stayed over.”
Dad took on the air of a greasy-spoon
waitress as he said, “One piping-hot plate of partially gelatinous cluckers on a black shingle coming right up!” He even did
the open mouth gum chewing thing, which is what made it so funny.
“Actually, I don’t eat breakfast anymore.” BJ
confessed.
“What?” Dad and I said at the same time.
“But breakfast is the most important...” I
started to say, but BJ cut me off.
“Yeah, yeah save it. Mom’s been telling me
the same junk for months.”
“Why won’t you eat breakfast anymore?” I
asked.
BJ shrugged, “Never did like eating in the
morning. Always made my insides all squirmy.”
BJ stuck a pinky in his ear and twisted it
forcefully as though he were trying to scratch an itch on his brain.
Dad seemed bothered by the whole anti-breakfast
movement BJ had joined and wasn’t willing to let the matter drop.
“Would you at least have some milk, or juice,
or how about a Pop Tart? Oh,”
dad made a sound like he had just remembered something important, “I can make a
killer sausage biscuit?”
“I don’t eat beef or pork either.” BJ
announced.
“Oh brother!” I exclaimed, “You’ve become one
of those... those...”
I couldn’t for the life of me remember what a
non meat eater was called.
“Vegetarian,” dad offered.
BJ rested his chin on his wrists and yawned,
as though the conversation bored him.
“No, I just don’t eat beef or pork, but I
still like fish and turkey.” BJ clarified.
“What about Chicken?” I asked.
“Nope!” BJ answered.
“So you don’t eat eggs or drink milk either?”
Dad asked.
“Oh yeah, I still like those; just not for
breakfast.”
“I see.” Dad said.
“I don’t!” I added.
“Have you ever seen what they do to those
poor animals?” BJ asked.
I countered with, “Have you ever seen where
an egg comes from?”
That one made dad snort as he tried to hide
his amusement. BJ’s argument was full of holes. I mean he won’t eat chickens or
cows ‘cause he says they are treated bad, but he’ll
eat their eggs and drink their milk. I chose to let it go and chalk it down as
some weird phase he was going through.
“You got to have something!” Dad said to him
mostly out of frustration.
BJ lifted his head a little higher and asked,
“Got any Tomato juice?”
“Tomato Juice?” I asked with disgust, “Now,
who’s the old fart?”
“Would you settle for a V8?” Dad asked.
“If I say no are you going to smack me in the
head and say, ‘You could have had a V8’?” BJ asked
with a sickly grin.
Dad chuckled again, “I’m serious; would you
like a V8?”
BJ perked up, “Yeah! That would be great.”
Dad fished in his pocket and pulled out a
twenty dollar bill. He wadded it up and gave it a toss at BJ who surprisingly reached
out and snatched it from the air.
“Good,” Dad began, “while you’re at the
corner store pick up some butter and a loaf of raison bread would you?”
BJ actually thought it was funny as he
stuffed the bill into the pocket of his jean shorts.
“Sure, but I’m going to need some money for
the food too.” he said.
Dad looked my way, “Tell me again why it is
you like hanging around with him?”
Without missing a beat I said, “‘Cause he makes me feel smart.”
BJ beamed with pride and repeated, “Yeah, I
make him feel smart.”
Dad gave BJ a look which made BJ rethink it
and then he took a swing at me, but I had already leaned way over so that he
couldn’t hit me.
“Hey! Did you just call me dumb?” he asked.
“No! Weren’t you listening? The word dumb
never crossed my lips... Well now it did, but not before.”
BJ then asked me, “You allowed to come then?”
Oddly he had sounded quite British just then,
which caused me to chuckle. I then looked to dad, who apparently hadn’t heard
the question.
“Can I dad?” I asked.
“Can you what?” he asked while bending over to
retrieve the sponge BJ had tossed on the floor.
“Go with BJ to the store.” I said.
I really do think that mom and dad are
getting excited about the fact that I have stopped moping around the house and
actually want to be outside again.
“Make sure you make your call first.” He said
and even though he wasn’t looking our way I still could tell he was smiling.
“If we have enough money leftover can we get
some candy too?” I asked.
BJ let out this gross sounding fake belch. I
think he was trying to imitate a barfing sound.
“Oh come on!” I almost shouted, “You don’t
eat breakfast, you like tomato juice and now you don’t like candy anymore?”
Dad turned back around to face us, leaned
against the edge of the counter and said with this weird grin, “You’ll have to
tell Simon about last Halloween.”
“Oh God, I don’t want to even think about
it.” BJ exclaimed while covering his face with is hands.
I reached out and smacked the back of his
head while he wasn’t looking.
“What was that for!” he said with irritation.
“Stop using God’s name in vain!” I said.
“Whatever!” he said while trying to blow me
off.
Dad started telling the story for him. “Last
Halloween BJ, your brother, Lowell and...” Dad stopped and looked to BJ as he
asked, “What was that little red haired boys’ name?”
“Jasper?” I asked with surprise.
BJ nodded.
“Right” Dad said and then continued, “They
went around begging for candy for the full two hours. They came parading back here
to have their candy checked before eating any.”
I looked to BJ who was turning green just
from the memory and whatever was coming; I knew it was going to be good.
“Well BJ happen to get a package of Skittles.
Or at least he thought that is what they were.” Dad said.
BJ made a gurgling sound deep in his throat before
asking, “Remember those Harry Potter Every Flavor Beans we got that one time?”
I nodded.
“Well, someone gave me some Skittles that
were just like those, except they were all the bad flavors.” BJ said and I
swear he was the same color as The Hulk from the movie of the same name.
Dad continued telling the story while
laughing, “He filled his mouth with the stuff and started chewing before he
realized what it was.”
I lost it! I was laughing so hard, I nearly
slid out of my seat and under the table.
“No wait!” BJ said, “It gets worse.”
“So, after I spit the stuff out and puked in
your hall bathroom, I tried this candy bar I got, called a Chocolate Snapper.”
BJ was starting to giggle now himself and dad
was doubling over with laughter.
“OK so it looked, felt and smelt like a real
chocolate bar,” BJ was saying, “but when I bit into it, it exploded and covered
me in red stuff that looked like blood.”
“Man I would have loved to have seen that!” I
said.
“Well if you hadn’t been roaming around the
world and instead been here where you belong then you would have.” BJ said
flatly.
“Bite me!” I told him as I continued to laugh
at the idea of dad pranking BJ like he had.
I had to hold onto the table to keep from
sliding out of my chair. Dad was howling and we were carrying on so much, mom
came to see what we were up to.
“They were telling me about last Halloween.”
I told her.
Mom made a face at dad and said, “I still say
it was mean of you to give that stuff to the boys.”
“WHAT?” BJ shouted, “YOU DID THAT?”
Well, if dad was laughing before, it was
nothing to what he did after BJ finally had figured out that Dad had pranked
them all. Dad was leaning over one of the chairs laughing like a hyena and
stomping his foot like a horse trying to count.
BJ got up and tried to start wrestling with
dad over it all, but mom stopped them both with the simple command, “No rough
housing inside!”
Dad got BJ in a Chicken-Wing hold and then
gave him the wedgie to end all wedgies.
“AAAAHH! NOT A WEDGIE!!!” BJ screamed.
Once he was free from the dreaded wedgie, he moved
as far from dad as he could and tried to pick his underwear out of the crack of
his butt, while laughing and moaning at the same time.
“You fight dirty!” BJ said to dad.
“I learned it all from my lovely wife.” Dad
said and mom faked a slow punch to dad’s gut.
“We blew another bulb in the back bathroom.”
She told dad.
Dad took off to go fix the bulb, while BJ
continued to struggle to get his underwear resituated in his pants without
actually taking off his pants to do it.
“Come on, lets go. That V8 is really sounding
good now.” He said to me.
“I have to make a phone call first.” I said.
“Can’t you wait until we get back?” he asked.
Mom jumped in with a firm, “No he cannot!”
That’s when it clicked in BJ’s head why I had
to make the call.
It didn’t take long. Only like thirty seconds
at the most and then I was ready to go.
“Is that all there is to it?” he asked.
He had listened in when I called.
“Yep. Just have to say where I’m going and
when I expect to be back.” I said.
“What happens if you get delayed and don’t
get home when you said you would?” he asked.
“Then the cops come and take me to jail.” I
said as I quickly set the alarm on my watch.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” BJ almost blasted me
through the back door.
“Stop yelling!” I said and noticed he wasn’t
looking, so I popped him right in the stomach and dashed out the door before he
could hit me back.
As we rounded the house BJ said, “Oh, I
almost forgot.”
“Forgot what?” I asked.
“I got something funny in my email a while
back and I thought you would like it. I memorized it so I could tell it to you
later.”
“Ok, so let’s hear it.” I said.
“I made myself a snowball, as perfect as
could be, I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me. I made it
some pajamas and a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, but first it
wet my bed!”
I stifled a snort of laughter and turned
around. I was about to say something comical, but BJ flinched.
“You better not hit me again!” he said.
“I wasn’t going to hit you!” I laughed.
“Yeah right!” he said with unbelief in his
tone.
I quickly rabbit punched him in the belly and
ran up the hill laughing all the way.
About half way to the store BJ caught up with
me ‘cause of his long legs.
“Dang you can still run fast.” He said.
“Yeah, but not like before.” I said.
“You could, I mean if you trained a little.”
BJ said.
“You think so?” I asked.
“Sure and I bet Coach Shaffer would love to
have you on the track team next year.” He said.
“Um, yeah about that...” I started saying.
“What?” he asked.
It took me a few seconds before I was able to
tell BJ, “I won’t be going back there.”
He stopped walking and like a small child about
to throw a tantrum he stomped his foot.
“WHAT? WHY NOT?” he shouted at me.
We were right in front of his house when he
had started his little tantrum and I fully expected one or both of his parents
to come out the front screen door, but they didn’t.
“Well I missed out on so much from before
when I was all messed up. Then I was gone for so long that now I am too far
behind. If I went back there I’d have to make up all of last year.” I said.
“So! That doesn’t mean you can’t go to our
school!” BJ continued whining.
“Come on!” I said and started walking.
After a minute he started walking too, but
was several paces behind me and was falling further behind with each step.
“Where are you going to school then?” he
finally asked.
“Ever hear of
“Where’s that at?” he asked.
I turned and continued walking backward, “Uh,
in Holdington.”
“Never heard of it.” He said.
“Me either but mom and dad got me signed up a
couple weeks ago. It’s supposed to be close. Dad said it is only like an hour
by car.”
“You have got to be kidding me!” he said.
“You’re going to be going to school an hour
away?” he asked, “Your going to have to get up before the sun and by the time
you get home it will be almost too late for us to hang out!”
“Um,” I hummed nervously as I searched the
recesses of my head for a way to tell him that
“What?” he said, sensing that I had something
else to add to this dreaded news.
“I won’t be coming home at night.” I said
trying to put an up swing on it to make it sound better.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Oh I will be coming home, but only on Holidays
and Dad even said that I could come home on a weekend if I was feeling home
sick or something.”
BJ started walking again and tried to walk
right past me, but I reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“NO!” he snapped.
“I know, I had a hard time with it too when
Mom and Dad told me, but now I’m not so freaked out by it.” I told him.
“No! That isn’t what I meant and you know
it!” he said yanking his arm from my grip.
I didn’t have a clue what he meant, but I
waited for him to tell me.
“I find out yesterday that my best friend is
back and now you’re telling me you’re leaving again?” he said and I am sure I
detected a crack in his voice and I don’t mean from puberty.
I reached out and took hold of his arm again.
“It’s not like I’m moving to
“Yeah right! Maybe at first, but you’ll get
up there and make all new friends. Then you’ll come home on weekends less and
less and you’ll be too busy with your family on holidays. Man Simon, I went to
sleep last night thinking how great it is going to be to have two best friends
and now you’re telling me that you’re leaving again in September!”
“August actually,” I said mournfully, “It
won’t be like that. I promise!”
And then something occurred to me.
“Did you say two best friends?” I asked with
a small bit of the black jealousy monster rearing its ugly head.
“You only have one best friend and that is
me!” I know I sounded like a six year old, but give me a break. I just found
out that my best friend was cheating on me with another best friend.
BJ’s features went hard and cold, but I
didn’t care ‘cause my own inner parts were burning
with the icy fires of jealousy.
“Who is it?”
For a moment BJ had tried to play dumb with
me.
“Who’s your new best friend?” I asked.
“You know there isn’t a law that says I can’t
have two best friends.” He said.
“Yes there is! You are my best friend and I
am yours and that is all either of us needs.” I said.
“So you’re saying you don’t have more than
one best friend?” he asked.
I tried to reach out and grab his arm a third
time, but he stepped away from me.
“No, I have lots of friends, but only one
best friend!”
“Yeah right!” he said and started to walk
away from me and toward the store.
“Who is it?” I said stomping my foot the way
he had a second ago, when he found out I was going away to school.
He stopped and threw out his arms, “
A while back, after I’d got my butt kicked
and ended up in the hospital, Lowell and BJ had started becoming friends and I
guess my absents has allowed the two of them to become more than just friends.
They thought they were best friends!
Then something really weird popped into my
head. At first it was like a Fourth of July firework exploding. It was there,
bright and brilliant for a few seconds, then vanished,
or at least I thought it had vanished. I had to force it to reappear and when
it did, the thought was that
“Let me ask you something.” BJ said angrily, “When
you made all these great plans to run off last year and play pirate with
Lowell, your brother and that fake Indian dude, did you even once think that
maybe your best friend might miss you? That maybe, if you had
asked, he might have gone with you?”
He started walking again, but when I made a
sound as I started to reply he stopped and turned back around.
“No! You know what. I actually forgave you
for that, after
He turned away and punched the air with a
wicked right jab. I almost felt sorry for the air.
“You don’t even act or sound like you used
to. Now it’s Bible this and God that. You’ve turned into some kind of pint-sized
Jesus Freak.
I started to say something, but he stopped
me.
“No, you know what. Do you even know that I
tried to come with
I barely nodded my head. Until that moment I
had forgot that he had initially been with
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the
wadded up twenty dad had given him.
“Here!” he forced the bill into my hand, “Go
get your dads stuff and your candy.”
He then stormed past me and headed back down
the hill to his house, which was only a few doors
down.
“BJ!” I tried calling after him, but he stretched
his right hand high into the air and flipped me off.
The old me would have run down that hill,
jumped on his back and beat the crap out of him, but not the new me. Nope, the
new me was above that sort of brutal violence... yeah right! The new me reached
down, picked up a rock and whipped it through the air like a micro-missile.
‘CRACK!’
Bull’s-eye! Right in the middle of the back,
but I didn’t stick around for any sort of retaliatory strike or to witness the
effect the stone had on him. I was running up the hill to the store as fast as
my short legs would carry me. I didn’t even look back to see if he was chasing
me. My only thought was to reach the store and run inside where he was less
likely to make a scene.
Once inside, only then did I check to see if
I was followed, but he wasn’t anywhere around.
“Hello!” came a
ladies voice behind me.
I spun around to see this bubbly teenaged
girl standing behind the counter. She had shiny brown hair, pail green eyes with
the long dark lashes and...
“OH MY!” I gasped.
“Simon?” she said.
“M-m-mary?” I
stammered due to utter and unmitigated shock.
She ran around the counter and threw herself
at me. I swear I almost jumped out of the way. That’s how dazed I was from
seeing... well, seeing ‘My Mary’ in, of all places, the corner store.
But she wasn’t exactly ‘My Mary’. She was
taller, her face a little longer, her cheeks a little rosier, but her nose...
that was it; that cute button nose could only belong to one girl.
“Mary?” I said again; thankfully without the
stammer.
“O-M-G!” No kidding, she really said it like that, “When did you get
home? O-M-G!” There, she did it again. “I have heard
so much about you!”
“Wait! Please Wait!” I said almost begging,
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m work here silly.” She said while
pointing to her name tag which was pinned above her...
“Whoa, Mary had breasts.” I thought and thank
God that thought stayed in my head!
I read the name tag.
“Mary Tucker”
And then I realized I had just read it aloud.
“But you’re not sixteen?” I said nearly as a
question.
“I only work here for the summer and only for
two hours each day.” She said.
And then she did it. She tossed her hair and
gave me that smile that I could have keyed in on if she had been lost in a sea
of hundreds of thousands of smiles.
“MARY!” I shouted and hugged her tightly, “I
have missed you so much!”
“O-M-G! I was just going to say that very same thing!” she said and she
did it again, the hair toss and the smile.
If she kept this up she was going to need a
bucket and a mop ‘cause I was going to melt right there on the spot.
“When did you get home?” She asked again.
“Few days ago.” I said while I slowly slid
into a trance as I stared into her eyes.
We started talking and except for Mary being
a full head taller than me now, it was like it had only been yesterday that we
saw each other. Mary told me about her year, that she had become the captain of
the cheerleaders as well as the captain of the Pep Squad and worked on the
yearbook committee. She was telling me about how she had come up with the idea
for the yearbook theme when she was interrupted by a beeping sound. My watch
alarm had gone off.
“OH CRAP! I’m sorry Mary, but I have to go! I
have to be home in fifteen minutes.” I said and then remembered that I was
supposed to get butter and something else.
“I can’t remember!” I said as I dashed down
the middle isle and grabbed a small tub of butter from the glass fridge.
“I could call your house and ask what it is
you’re forgetting?” she offered.
I looked at my watch... twelve minutes and
thirty-one seconds to get home.
“No time!” I said and handed her the wadded
up twenty, “Um, keep the change!”
I scooped up the tub of butter and ran out of
the store without even saying goodbye.
Now I know I’ve wrote
in my journal before about different times in my life where I have run like the
wind, but all those times pale compared to how fast I ran home today. I was
running so fast that when I ran into BJ I really ran into him.
Arms, legs, skin, concrete, grass and
asphalt. Our two bodies tumbled like one mass of twisted flesh across the
sidewalk, into the grass and finally hitting the pavement of the street, with
me coming to rest on top of BJ, who was spraying the air with a string of
cusswords. He shoved me off him so forcefully, that my entire body left the
earth for what felt like several seconds.
I don’t remember returning to earth or
beginning to run again. I do however remember BJ shouting for me to stop and
asking what was wrong. He also said something about the surf or something like
that. I didn’t really hear him. I found out later, that he hadn’t said surf but
shirt. It’ll make sense in a minute.
I glanced at my watch, six minutes and
thirty-eight seconds to get home. I pumped my knees, covering inhuman distances
with each stride.
I don’t remember seeing it, but I do remember
hearing someone blasting their car horn at me. I guess they wanted me out of
the middle of the street.
Dad was standing on the front porch when I
came down our street, running like Satan himself was after me. I ran past dad
and tossed him the butter as I flew into the house. I rammed through the front
door, causing it to bang loudly against the doorstop and grabbed the phone off
the wall with two minutes and twenty-one seconds to spare.
However, after I hung up the phone that is
when it hit me. I fell to the floor clutching at my throat and gasping for air.
I’d been so scared about getting home late, I hadn’t
even noticed that I’d started having an asthma attack before I was even out of
the store. I have no idea how in the world I managed to say anything into the
phone. Come to think of it, I don’t remember saying anything at all, but I must
have ‘cause no one came to arrest me... at least not
yet.
Mom appeared like magic at my side and put my
inhaler into my mouth. Seconds later I could breathe once again... I mean, if
you could call wheezing like a heavy smoker who just climbed twenty flights of
stairs breathing.
My first words were, “BJ (wheeze) IS DEAD!”
Now, what I had meant was,
that I intended to kill him for having taken up so much of my time on the way
to the store, as well as him ambushing me on the way home. However, what mom
and dad took from it was, that BJ was in fact dead!
Oh boy you should have been there. Mom
wailed, Dad cussed and low and behold, in through the front door came good old
Thomas Segal, looking like he’d just ate a turd sandwich and washed it down
with a tall warm glass of week old pee. He of course wasn’t alone. Some young stiff
in a black suite had rushed in right on Tom’s heals.
It took two more blasts from my inhaler
before I was able to calm everyone down and explain what had happened. Boy, Tom
was sooooo mad! I am talking about mad like he wanted
to take me out back and beat me with a length of rubber garden hose for about
an hour—maybe two.
But one good thing came out of it all. I now
know without a shadow of a doubt, that Tom has our house bugged just like BJ
had suggested last night. Yep, I had unwittingly said a few things since I came
home that good old Tom wasn’t supposed to hear and now we both know he knows.
I had just sat down at the kitchen table
while Tom and his ‘Man In Black’ wannabe partner were
both busy talking on their cell phones to different people when the house phone
rang. Mom, who had been standing right next to it screamed and nearly scared
the pants off that poor young FBI guy. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he peed
his nice black suit just a little. The call was from Mary, who had phoned to
make sure I was ok. Apparently I’d scared her too when I had run out of the store
the way I had.
Dad had been the one to pick up the receiver
while mom pulled herself together yet again. He did that verbal phone dance
everyone does from time to time.
“Uhuh... yes... I’m
sorry... OK... Sure... I’ll tell him... alright... that sounds good... Ok...
Bye.”
After he hung up the phone, he turned to me
and said, “That was Mary Tucker.”
He then proceeded to tell me how I had scared
her as well as everyone currently surrounding me.
“She is going to stop by to drop off your
other shoe.” He said.
I looked down at my feet.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed as I took a fourth puff
of my inhaler.
Not only had I run faster than I ever have in
my life, I had done so while wearing only one shoe. I’ve no idea how or when I
lost it, but my best guess would be, that if Mary had
it, then I must have lost it sometime before I left the store.
While I was looking down at my feet, I saw
that in my left hand was a shirt. However it wasn’t mine ‘cause
I still had mine on. Oddly, no one, not even mom, had taken notice of it. I
then became aware that both of my knees were hurting. I looked at them and they
were skinned up.
And, as if enough hadn’t happened already
this morning, or today for that matter, the front doorbell rang and we all looked
to see BJ standing on the other side of the screen door, looking like he’d just
crawled out of a whole. What was more, he was standing there shirtless. Well,
that solved the mystery of the extra shirt. Of course I had no idea how I ended
up in possession of it.
Dad went to let BJ in.
“Are you alright?” dad asked him as he put an
arm around him and gave him a half-hug.
BJ pulled free from dad, walked into the
kitchen, looking like he should be in a morgue and not standing up. His nose
was bloodied and his whole right side was all scrapped up. Without saying a
word he reached out and yanked his shirt from my grasp. He pulled it over his
head, stopped and turned to face the lineup of adults.
“Can Simon and I talk alone please?”
Mom tried to make a fuss over BJ’s condition
and the young FBI guy tried to ask BJ a question but Dad pulled them away.
Tom also appeared to hesitate for a moment.
He locked eyes with me and made that two finger gesture from his eyes to mine
indicating that he was watching me.
For a brief second I wanted to say something
to the effect that he was also listening, but I chose to remain silent.
Once alone, BJ turned to me and began talking
really softly, like he thought the others were listening in. He didn’t say
anything about us crashing into one another; he only asked, “How did you do
that?”
I screwed up my face in confusion.
“D’wot?” I had said
so fast, that the words ran together on my tongue.
BJ seemed astonished by my response and it
looked like he was going to throttle me as he said, “Jump over the hood of that
car!”
“Wotcar?” I did it again.
“Didn’t you see that car that nearly hit
you?” he asked, “The driver honked and everything.”
“OOOH! Is that why someone beeped at me?” I asked.
“Holy Shit Simon! I thought you were a goner for sure, but
then you leapt into the air and sailed over that car like you were some
freaking super hero!”
I screwed up my face again, “I did?”
“Why the hell were you running like that and
why didn’t you stop?”
“I had to get home. I was almost late as it
was.” I started saying and then remembered that I was still mad at him.
I stood up and faced him like David did
Goliath.
“Why the heck did you tackle me?” I asked.
“Me tackle you? You’re the one that plowed
into me.” He said with scorn.
“Yeah, well it was your fault I was almost
late. After you stormed home, did you call your best friend and tell him
everything?”
BJ got really quiet and withdrew into
himself. I was confused by this action; it wasn’t like BJ to back away like
that.
“Listen,” he started to say, “I was being a
real jerk before. I forgot that you just got back home and that for you things
might seem weird ‘cause you were gone so long.”
When I didn’t say anything he said, “This is
the part where you are supposed to say, that you were being a jerk too.”
I started to say something, but he jumped in
with, “Yes you were, but shut up and just listen. I do consider
I started to say something again and the jerk
kicked me in the shin. Seriously! He kicked my left leg! Ok, it wasn’t hard,
but that is neither here nor there!
“Would you just wait!” he snapped.
“
That did the trick. All the wind in my sails
had been spilt out and I had no more forward momentum. My anger and all the
other emotions I had been filled with were all replaced with shame.
“Well, say something!” BJ demanded.
I had to work to keep my voice from turning
into a cry, “I don’t...” I couldn't continue. The words were stuck in my throat
behind a large lump.
I hazard a glance upward and saw him smirk as
he held his arms open, “Wanna hug?”
“Want a kick in the mom-daddy button?” I
asked.
“Not especially.” He said with his arms still
outstretched.
“OK, but keep your hands off my bum.” I joked
and we hugged briefly.
That was the end to our little squabble.
After Tom and Hank left and after a quick
diaper change, mom and dad sat me and BJ down on the couch for a very long talk,
while mom also tended to our minor scrapes. Actually, they talked and we listened.
I won’t bore you with the details of it all ‘cause
that is just what it was, boring parental blabbering about, how they are always
right and we are always wrong, they are big and we are small. Actually, I am
the only one who’s still small; BJ’s nearly as tall as my dad now.
I guess what my parents don’t seem to realize
is, that they are trying to make me fit back inside the same small bubble I
escaped from before. Frankly I just don’t fit in that bubble anymore. I might
still be physically the same size as when I left, but I am mentally,
emotionally and intellectually vastly bigger. It’s like trying to tell an adult,
that they have to go back into the womb. It just can’t work!
I wish I could end this journal entry here
and call it a day, but I can’t, because I still have to sit with Marsha and
Jamie and try to repair the damage I inflicted on them. I had been both,
dreading and looking forward to it, but I am so spent, that I honestly don’t
want to do it now. I just want to lock myself in my room and forget about
everyone and everything. I also wish BJ could have stuck around longer, but his
mom had called and said he had to come home. I did grant BJ a request before he
left. He had asked if I would print out the journal entry he had been reading
last night. He said he had fallen asleep before he could finish it. He had to
help me find the last part he remembered reading before I printed it. Here is
the final part of that entry, which I sent home with him on the strict rule, that he is to destroy it when he was done reading it.
When I opened my eyes again,
everything was blurry and semi-bright for a couple of moments, but soon cleared
and the cloud of sleep slowly drifted from my mind. At first I didn’t know
where I was, didn’t remember being taken from the foster home or being with
Rico again. I tried to lift my head, but a flash of pain shot through my brain
like a knife being jabbed into my face. I closed my eyes again to shut out the
pain and stopped for a moment, then I remembered, that
Rico had got me drunk and then everything came back. While laying face down, I
tried to reach around to my backside, but with the slightest touch I screamed.
Screaming was absolutely the worst
thing I could have done. My head throbbed so bad, that it felt like someone was
River Dancing on my skull.
“You did it! Oh god you did it!” I
began to cry, but stopped immediately as that too brought great waves of
thunderous pain.
I lay there for the longest time;
I may have even passed out again, before I attempted to lift my head off the
seat. That too hurt and I felt, like my eyes were going to pop out of their
sockets if I didn’t keep them closed. I took my time until I was able to get
myself rolled over onto my left side. When I opened my eyes again I saw, that I
was lying in the backseat. Looking around I observed, that the car doors were
all open and there was no Rico and no cornfield.
I continued to take in my
surroundings and saw, that the ground was covered in green.
“Where are we?” I asked out loud,
though I didn’t know why since I didn’t see Rico anywhere.
I didn’t remember doing so, but I
must have dosed off again because when I came to it was night and it was cold.
I was laying face down again and a shiver ran through me, reawakening my pain
and that was when I realized, I was now wearing a diaper, but still no clothes.
Without trying to sit up again, I
allowed my eyes to look around. It caused me pain, but I did it anyway. I realized
that the door above my head was still open. I listened and heard the sound of
metal on metal and then thudding like something heavy being dropped on the
ground.
“Rico!” I tried to call out and I nearly
passed out from the pain in my head.
“Shut-up Pañal!” I heard Rico growl in a quiet
shout from what sounded like a small distance.
I closed my eyes again, “Simon,
not Pañal” I corrected, but not really loud enough
for Rico to hear.
The next time I opened my eyes it
was completely and totally dark. I couldn’t even see when I had my hand so
close to my face that my nose and palm were touching. I heard Rico in the front
seat. He snored with each intake of air.
I lay there for a couple minutes.
I moved my head a little and it hurt, but not as much as it had before. I
reached around to see how much my butt still hurt and was horrified to find,
that the diaper Rico had put on me after cutting into my butt, had leaked.
Brushing my hand against the fabric of the seat confirmed that the diaper had
failed in its duty.
I called out softly, “Rico!”
I heard something hit the roof
with a hard thud and then heard, “What the...?” but he didn’t cuss.
“You are a...” I didn’t yell, but
I also wasn’t quiet as I sent out a string of cuss words, that would take a
week’s worth of Hail-Mary’s to atone for in church.
“What are you going on about?”
Rico said, followed by another thud and this time I new it was Rico’s head
hitting the roof. “Holy Mary Mother of God!” he said, which was about as close
to cussing as Rico ever got. “It’s the middle of the night!”
I started crying and shouted, “I
CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID IT TO ME AGAIN!” followed by a string of words not
suitable for print.
“Stop yelling or you’ll have every
cop in town on us!” Rico barked in a way that I knew was really an ‘or else’
statement.
I stopped yelling and just lay
there in the backseat crying, but still holding a lot of it back, because it
still caused me pain.
I heard Rico make a groaning noise
and then, “Simon you know full and well, that you were bugged again and that I
had to get it out if we were going to have any hope of staying out of jail!”
I called him a twelve letter word,
which I won't repeat here.
Rico took a deep breath and let it
out, “Simon it wasn’t just one... you had three of those little tracking things
in you and I nearly missed the last one.”
“W-h-a-t?” my voice cracked as I
tried to speak.
“I got all three, but it took
nearly an hour and after I had the last one, I continued looking for another
half-hour before I was sure there weren’t any more.” Rico was talking very
softly.
“I’ve pissed all over the place
back here!” I cried, “And my butt and head hurt so bad I can’t stand it!”
I didn’t say anything else and
neither did Rico. I lay there staring into the darkness. I started to remember,
how it was the last time I had a bug removed, but I won’t go into that just
now. Suffice it to say, that getting one removed hurt worse than anything you
can imagine. They are designed to go in easy, but near impossible to get back
out. That is what makes them so effective for use on prisoners and the like.
Without saying anything, Rico
climbed out of the car to attend to my diaper situation. I had never
experienced having a diaper changed while I was lying face down and I don’t
think I can accurately explain it to you. It is something you have to
experience for yourself to really understand.
Rico was nearly done cleaning me
up when I realized that besides the stale pee smell there was something else
that reeked.
“What stinks so bad?” I asked.
“You vomited on the floorboard.
Why do you think I have all the car doors open?” Rico answered.
Rico wrapped a trash bag around me
like a blanket, so that I wasn’t lying on the wet seat, before he retired
again.
He then climbed into the front
seat, started the car and we began moving. A moment later I was sound asleep,
but not for long. I awoke to screeching tires, the crunch of metal. I was
throne forward as glass fell down upon me, like stars raining down. My head
came into contact with something hard; then my left leg felt like it was on
fire. A moment later it was all over. I lay on the ground, looking up at a starless
black sky, eclipsed by the cloud cover. And without notice, the clouds opened
up and I was hit by large, cold drops of rain.
I tried to move, but every inch of
me hurt. Off in the distance I could hear what sounded like a camp fire, but I
couldn’t see any light at all. With a deep breath I shouted, “HELP! SOMEBODY
HELP!”
I then lay listening, but no reply
came. I was going to shout again and had even taken in a lung full of air, but
just as I was about to shout, there was a loud crash above my head. Despite my
pain I flipped around and saw a blazing tree rolling down the hill toward me.
My only thought was to get out of its way and that is what I did. I was to my
feet and running down the hill as fast as my legs would carry me. Behind me I
heard several loud bangs like guns going off and when I looked back I saw, that
it was other trees being plowed down by the large tumbling fire tree. I’d
actually managed to get ahead of the tree and thought I might have time to get
out of its path. But then the hill I had been so rapidly descending ended in a
drop off, too far to be jumped. I turned and saw that the tree was nearly on top
of me. With only a second to contemplate what would happen when I hit, I leapt
into the air and began to fall and fall and fall.
When Mary arrived, BJ had only just left,
with the pages of my journal folded and stuffed into his pants pocket. She
didn’t stay long; only long enough for me to explain why I ran from the store
and so that she could return my lost shoe. As she was leaving, she gave me a
kiss and said, “I am so glad you are back.”
She then leaned close to my ear and whispered,
“You sprang a leak.” and slipped out the door before her words made it from my
eardrum to my brain.
Even with her gone I blushed red hot as I
went in search of mom.
“Mom it happened again!” I growled.
It was the fifth leak since I came home.
“That package must have been a bad batch.” mom
suggested.
Well, after being alone on the back porch for
the past two hours, I wasn’t feeling the least bit better. I’d sunk into
another depression, but I will say that unlike before, I didn’t allow myself to
stay stuck. When I realized I was in trouble (emotional trouble, not literally
in trouble), I walked to the kitchen and made a phone call.
When I had left The Ranch, part of my exit counseling
consisted of a hotline, which I could call at anytime, 24-hours a day, 7-days a
week. I dialed the toll free number and it rang three times before someone
answered. I recognized the voice instantly as my very own cabin counselor. I no
longer believe in coincidences. I believe, everything
that happens is for a purpose and the fact that he was the one manning the
hotline that afternoon, was because God knew that I’d be calling and would need
to talk with a trusted friend.
“Brother Vincent?” I said into the phone.
“Simon is that you?” he asked.
“Brother Vincent, I’m in trouble and I don’t
know what to do?” I confessed.
“Why don’t we pray together and then we’ll
talk it through.” He said and after we prayed, Brother Vincent and I talked
together for fifty-five minutes. I gave him the nutshell version of everything
since I had left The Ranch and how after my first day and a half actually
rejoining the real world, I’d managed to screw everything up so badly. Granted,
I’d already mended fences with BJ and Mary, but that didn’t seem to lessen my
mood.
“Simon,” Brother Vincent said softly, “do you
remember, we talked about this happening?”
I made a sound to indicate that I did
remember.
Brother Vincent made a growling sound and I
remembered that at The Ranch we weren’t allowed to answer with non-verbal
grunting or head wobbling.
“Sorry Brother; I meant Yes.”
Despite my saying I remembered, Brother
Vincent reminded me anyway. “That it was entirely possible, that some
friendships might be harder to heal and take longer than others. Some friends
might be adamantly against any sort of reconnection.”
Before our conversation ended, I was feeling
a little better, but not entirely. He asked me a few final questions, “Have you
been reading your bible, praying and exercising every day?”
He knew the answer without me answering it. I
had hesitated ‘cause I didn’t want to tell him that I hadn’t been doing any of
that, well not like I knew I should have been. He then shocked me with his next
question, which I think was his intent.
“Do you need to come back here for a week or
two?”
There was no hesitation this time, “No! No
sir! I-I’ll get it right! I’ll work my program! I promise Brother Vincent.”
“I know you will, Simon.” He said.
We ended our conversation with more prayer.
I spent the remaining time between hanging up
the phone and my brother coming over, sitting on the back porch reading from my
bible and praying. I even got out in the back yard and did some calisthenics,
but not for too long. I figure all the running I did this morning had to count
for something.
"Hi." I said.
My face dropped when I saw my brother
standing on the other side of the screen door with unshed tears in his eyes.
Through the screen I could see that Jamie had changed too, but not nearly as
much as BJ had. He still had the same hair cut, the same face and was nearly
the same size, though maybe he was taller. He was dressed in black slacks, a
white button up, long-sleeve shirt and a black neck-tie. There was no doubt as
to whose idea it was to wear that monkey suit when it was so dang warm out.
With my voice filled with remorse and my eyes
near to bursting, I continued speaking, "Yeah, sorry about the weirdness
and everything before."
Jamie seemed to pause a moment in contemplative
thought before deciding to allow any ill feeling to evaporate out of him.
Sounding as though he had been coached on
what to say, Jamie looked down as he spoke. “Thank you for apologizing. It
takes a big person to admit they were wrong."
Jamie quickly looked up and added with an
evil grin but merry eyes, "Or a jerk!"
He pulled open the screen door and looked
back to see where his mother was. Taking his queue, I too looked back into the
house and took inventory. Though I couldn’t see them, I could hear Mom and dad
talking to Tom in the dining room. Tom had returned about twenty minutes before
Jamie had. However unlike Jamie, Tom didn’t come all dressed up. He arrived
wearing tan cargo pants, a Dukes basketball jersey and a Cincinnati Reds
Baseball cap.
Jamie then smiled wickedly as he began to
say, "Also I thought, that if you gave me a kiss, it would prove how sorry
you are."
He gave me a jovial wink. I acted embarrassed
and uncomfortable at the idea, but I didn’t pull away when he leaned forward
and stole a kiss from my lips.
"The truth is," Jamie continued as
though I hadn't just blushed, "Mom was the one that was mad, not me! I
knew all along, that it wasn’t really you who said all that stuff. That vitamin
junk messed us all up in the head.”
Jamie gave me a push so that he could get in
the door. I spotted Marsha as she was climbing the first step of our porch. I
pushed the screen open and stepped out onto the porch, where I immediately
wrapped my arms around her waist and broke down.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I kept repeating over
and over.
Even when mom, dad and Tom came outside, I
didn’t stop crying and saying I was sorry. It took Marsha kneeling down, taking
hold of my face, kissing my cheek and saying, “I am sorry too.” before my tears
began to slow.
Tom suggested, “Why don’t we take this
inside.”
With all the worrying, anticipation and talk
of this event, it was in essence a bust. There was no loud screaming, no cussing,
there wasn’t even a single reason for Tom to be there, other than he’s more
like family than anything else. Granted he’s like the weird uncle no one admits
to having, but still he’s family in my book.
When we all went inside, it was as though all
the horrible things I had done and said to Marsha and Jamie had been wiped away
like chalk from a classroom chalkboard.
While the adults sat in the living room to
talk, Jamie and I wanted to go to my room, but Tom was the first to object.
“You two better stay out here for now.” He
said and I shot him my meanest face, which he returned in kind, followed by a
raspberry.
Jamie saw Tom do it too and said the funniest
thing, “Man, I hope I’m not as weird as you are when I am an old fart.”
Now Tom could have caught hold of Jamie if he
had been really trying, but I think he let him slip away; out of kindness I
suppose.
Jamie and I settled for sitting at the
kitchen table, where Tom could keep an eye on us and probably eavesdrop in on
our conversation.
Jamie wanted to hear all about everything I’d
done and everywhere I’d been, while I on the other hand wanted to hear all
about him and what he had been doing since last year.
Out of the blue, as the two of us were
talking about The Ranch, Jamie spouted off with, “We started a band!”
“Who?” I asked.
“Me, Noah and Paul.” he said.
“What about Vanessa and Becky?” I asked.
Jamie’s countenance fell like a bolder
falling from the side of a mountain.
He sighed as he said, “Becky’s parents bought
a house up in Sticklebury and they moved.”
Feeling discouraged I asked, “Where the heck
is that?”
Jamie shrugged.
“How long ago?” I asked.
Jamie looked up at the ceiling, searching for
the answer.
“I think it was about eight months ago?” He
said like he was asking me. He then said, “It was right in the middle of the
school year too.”
A thought jumped out of my mouth before I even
knew I’d had it.
In a whisper I asked, “Do you guys still have
your secret club?”
Jamie knew without me having to actually say
the word, that I was referring to his and his friends’
sex club.
He shook his head, “After Becky moved away
Vanessa stopped coming around.”
I was amazed when Jamie shared, though Becky
was gone and Vanessa had stopped hanging around with the guys, that he, Noah
and Paul would still on occasion do stuff, but he didn’t give details given
that we were being watched so closely.
“Anyway, we started a band.” He said again.
Knowing that my brother hadn’t been much into
music, this news was surprising.
“Paul plays the drums and his brother plays
the piano.” Jamie shared.
“You the singer?” I asked.
Jamie laughed, “No way, you heard me sing
before!”
“Yeah, but you weren’t any worse than some
singers that have made it big.” I said.
Jamie eyed me for a second, “Thanks... I
think.”
It was my turn to laugh, “Yeah, that was a
lame complement, huh?”
“I play the base.” He said.
“But you don’t play the guitar.”
He grinned with pride, “I do now. Been taking lessons at the YMCA downtown.”
“Since when?” I asked.
“‘Bout a month after...”
He didn’t finish, but he didn’t have to. I
knew what he was going to say... About a month after I left him and Lowell behind.
We both got quiet for a minute and then, to break
the uncomfortable silence, I asked, “So, who is your singer?”
“Well,” Jamie said slyly, “Me and the guys
were thinking of maybe asking you.”
“ME!” I shouted with surprise, which drew the
attention of the adults from the other room.
“Sorry, but I didn’t see that one coming!” I
said loud enough for everyone to hear me.
“Why not you?” Jamie asked.
“Dude! I was being nice before, your singing sucks.” I said.
“Hey!” Jamie said expressing his hurt
feelings in that one word.
“But as bad as you are, I am like a hundred
times worse at singing.” I said.
“I’ll tell you what,” Jamie started to say, “Come
practice with us, just once. We aren’t very good at all, so you will fit right
in.”
I was frantically trying to find a way to
tell him no without actually hurting his feelings. I stuck my leg out from
under the table and pulled my sock down to reveal my ankle bracelet.
“Can’t go anywhere hardly
right now. I doubt my Probation Officer will let me go all the way downtown.” I
said.
I could still see the wheels turning in
Jamie’s head, so I offered another excuse, “Besides, who would want to see my
scarred face on stage?”
I must have said something wrong, because
Jamie’s face went dead cold and he was staring me down with such intensity.
“WHAT?” I said, forgetting not to shout
again.
I looked out and saw Tom looking on concededly.
He then said to me, “You don't have to yell. It's not a train station. We're in
a tiny house.” I stuck my tongue out at him and he did likewise.
When I looked back to Jamie, he was still
sitting there looking at me the same way.
“For crying out loud! What?” I asked strongly,
but without shouting this time.
He finally spoke, “You’re joking right?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean!” He said really forcefully, “If
being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.”
Coming from anyone else I would have taken it
as a joke or maybe even a cruel insult.
“You’ve been talking to Mary haven’t you?” I
asked sarcastically.
I’ve known for a long time that Mary thinks
my facial scar is sexy. She has said it makes me look ruggedly handsome and a
little dangerously sexy.
Jamie smiled and shook his head, “Nah, been
talking to Ian.
That explained it. Ian is a gay painter who
lives in Jamie’s downtown apartment high-rise and more over, he is actually my
biological father.
“Yeah that sounds like something he would
say.” I answered back.
Jamie adopted a pleading expression, “Can’t
you at least ask your mom and dad?”
Realizing he wasn’t going to give up I said,
“Alright! Dang you can be a real pest! The next time I see my Probation Officer
I will ask him, but you can bet he won’t say yes, at least not right away. It
took him more than half a week just to give me permission to go to
“That’s tomorrow.” Jamie said.
“No it isn’t.” I argued.
“Uh, yeah it is.” Jamie acted like he was
shooting himself in the head with a finger gun, “Today is Saturday and that
makes tomorrow Sunday.”
I stopped and thought about it for a couple
seconds before I realized that, what had felt like two days,
was in fact just one really long one. What clued me in was the fact, that since
getting BJ up this morning, I have not been back to my room, not even for a
diaper change. Both changes I needed today were performed by mom while I was
lying on the living room floor.
“Would you boys like a hamburger or some
barbequed chicken on the grill?” mom asked while walking into the kitchen.
We both looked up at her with confused looks
on our faces.
I remember thinking, “When did this evening
we had all been dreading so much morph into an evening of barbequing on the
grill?”
“Is dad going to be grilling?” Jamie asked.
“Yes,” mom answered.
“Chicken for me then!” he said.
“I’m not really hungry.” I confessed.
“Well you’re going to eat something anyway!”
Tom said.
He had snuck up behind me and wrapped one big
arm around my neck from behind.
“You could have told me he was coming!” I
said to Jamie.
“He told me not too!” Jamie said while
pointing up at Tom.
Tom was squeezing my neck like a python,
while I frantically scratched at his arm with my fingers to try to get a grip.
“Don’t just sit there! Help me!” I told
Jamie.
Jamie raised his eyebrows, “Are you out of
your mind? He carries a gun!”
“He doesn’t have it on right now you dope!
Now help me!” I demanded in my Captain like tone.
“Yes he does! I saw it when he sat down. It’s
in the back of his shorts.” Jamie said.
Tom let me go and pointed to Jamie, “You’re
very clever!”
“He wouldn’t shoot you!” I said as I rubbed
my neck.
“Yeah huh! He told me before, that if I ever run away
like before he was going to shoot me in the butt!” Jamie said.
Marsha, who had been helping mom get the BBQ
sauce ready, had turned around and looked at Tom with a stern expression.
“Hey! Um I think I hear Simon calling for
help with the grill.” Tom said and quickly jumped out the back door. Oh and by
the way, when Tom had said he heard Simon calling, he meant my dad, who is
Simon Sr. and I am Simon Jr. I know it is confusing; it gets confusing for us
too.
“Sylvia, can Simon sleep over at my house
tonight?” Jamie asked my mom without asking me first if I even wanted to sleep
over. I also noticed he called her by her first name instead of calling her mom
like he always does.
“Oh sweetheart, Simon has church in the
morning and besides, it’s too soon for him to be going anywhere just yet.” Mom
said.
Even if it hadn’t been Sunday tomorrow, I am
sure mom would have said the same thing, mostly because I don’t think she is
ready for me to be away from home for very long. And if I am being honest with
myself, I am not so sure I am ready to be away from home yet either.
Marsha then piped up with, “Jamie Tiberius
Applegate! What did I say to you before?”
With that Jamie clammed up and didn’t say
another word for the longest time. Man, I would love to know what it was she
had said to him before, that would have such a strong effect on him, but I
didn’t dare ask.
When it came to it I was hungry. I ate two
pieces of BBQ chicken, a bunless hamburger and a small mountain of noodle
salad. Jamie bested me with two pieces of chicken, one and a half hamburgers
with all the fixings, as well as two helpings of noodle salad.
Believe it or not, this evening turned out
not to be such a bad evening after all. And yet, at the same time I feel kind
of let down. I mean I really was expecting yelling and name calling. No one
could have convinced me that this evening would go in the direction it had. It
just wasn’t something I had in any way expected.
As Tom was leaving behind Jamie and Marsha he
paused and looked back to me over his shoulder. He did that same finger and eye
thing at me again. Utilizing the nonverbal communication, I pointed to him,
then jammed the same finger up my nose, pulled it out and acted like I was
flicking a booger at him.
He acted like he was wiping the imaginary
booker off his shoulder as he said, “Why you nasty little boy!”
He started to turn to come after me, or at
least he wanted me to think he was. I wasn’t taking any chances. Without a
moments hesitation I whipped myself around and took several exaggerated strides
into the kitchen, laughing loudly as I made my escape.
The phone rang and since I was right there I
shouted out, “I’ll get it!”
“Hello?” I said.
“Simon, it’s BJ.” He sounded excited about
something.
“Oh hey BJ, what’s up?”
“Can you talk or do you still have company?”
he asked.
“Nope, they just left.”
“Oh good. Listen I thought you should know...” there
was an oddly place pause before he continued, “Remember me telling you that you
jumped over a car on your way back home?”
“Yeeeeaaaahhh,” I
said as though I were trying to draw more information out of him.
“Well, when I got home Shaffer was here.”
Not recognizing the name I asked, “Who?”
“You know, from school. Coach Shaffer!” BJ
said so soft it was as though he were sharing something top-secret.
Within the space of a microsecond every
encounter I had every experienced with Coach Shaffer flashed on the screen
within my mind. Oddly the only one to really stand out as the most memorable
was the time when Mikey busted his face on the gymnasium floor and Coach
Shaffer told me to take him to the school nurse’s office. Now that I think
about it, that single moment set off a change reaction of events which changed
my life forever.
“Huh! I never thought of it like that.” I
said aloud at my epiphany.
“What?” BJ asked.
“Oh sorry was just thinking about something.
So what were you saying? Oh, so Coach Shaffer was there? What was he doing at
your house?” I asked ‘cause I hadn’t yet connected the
dots.
“He recognized
“Ok, I’m so lost right now. What are you
trying to say here?”
BJ made a loud groan of frustration, “It was
his car you jumped over! He didn’t recognize you but he did remember me so he
came to my house to ask who you were!”
“Oh, ok now I get it.” I murmured.
“I don’t think he wasn’t mad; least I hope he
wasn’t. He didn’t sound mad or nothing. He said he just wanted to know who he
had almost hit.” BJ said and then added, “Without thinking I told him it was
you.”
There was another pause before he said, “I
hope I didn’t get you in any trouble.”
It wasn’t like I had done anything wrong. The
way BJ told it, I hadn’t even come close to touching the car when I leapt over
it. Maybe Coach Shaffer was just concerned ‘cause he thought he almost ran
someone over.
We talked a minute or two longer then I hung
up the phone.
“Who was that?” Mom asked as she and dad were
coming back inside.
“BJ,” I answered.
I sat down on the sofa and picked up the
cable remote. I never found anything to watch on TV ‘cause after channel
surfing for a couple minutes I sank into the blackness of slumber. I don’t
remember getting up and going to bed or anything after that moment. I really
must have been more tired then I realized. I bet dad helped me get to bed
again. Yep I am sure that’s what happened.