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Chapter 12
The Harbor
When I stepped outside, I found Bob
already waiting for me in his Chevrolet Malibu.
I think Bob enjoyed our lunches the
best. His responsibilities as a father gave him little opportunity to socialize
with his old friends in the evenings or on weekends. I rarely went to his home anymore.
Not because his wife Barbara didn’t like me, per se. She simply didn’t know
what to do with me. After my breakup with Gina, she tried to fix me up with
single friends four times, to no avail. To her, an unmarried man approaching
forty posed a threat to the natural order of things. As a result, I only found
myself invited to their suburban house for large parties, but not the more
intimate gatherings where my third wheel status would be more glaring.
We were only about fifteen minutes
away from the Baltimore Inner Harbor, where, in theory, Mike was getting a
table for us at the Cheesecake Factory in Harborplace. Bob was worried since
Mike hadn’t returned any calls or texts since ten in the morning. That didn’t
concern me. Mike was easily distracted—so distracted that I was surprised his
fifteen-year marriage to Holly still survived. No woman escaped his notice: tall,
short, fat, skinny, beautiful, or ordinary. It didn’t matter. He lusted after
them all. It was a situation made even more absurd because Mike was the head of
human resources at his company. He knew the rules governing sexual harassment. Still,
I never thought he would ever cheat on Holly. As ladies men went, Mike didn’t
rate much higher than me. He was lucky to get Holly, and he knew it.
When we arrived, we found Mike
sitting at a table outside overlooking the water, just as I expected. He liked
going to the Cheesecake Factory because it was close to work for him, but I
knew the truth. He liked to sit outside during the summer months and watch the
tourists walking along the waterfront promenade in their skimpy summer outfits.
He was always the horn dog.
Usually our lunches were light
affairs, dominated by recounting our nerdy glories spoken in our own coded
language of Mystery Science Theater 3000
and Everquest references, with
occasional nods toward the Coen Brothers’ classics The Big Lebowski and Raising
Arizona. We could spend a whole afternoon riffing on Nicholas Cage films alone.
Today, however, wasn’t going to be our typical stress-free gathering. I caught
a few worried glances between Bob and Mike. I knew what was up. They were building
up the courage to tell me the bad news. I decided to let them off the hook.
“Hey, you’re not going to believe
this, but Gina’s getting married,” I said matter-of-factly.
They both seemed shocked that I
knew. “How’d you find out?” Bob asked.
“She called me yesterday and told
me.”
“You guys still talk?” Mike asked.
“Sure, we’re still friends,” I
replied, adding a little smile to sell it.
Mike and Bob exchanged a relieved
glance. “Man, I thought we’d be breaking the news to you, Ricky,” Bob said.
“She’s all over Facebook showing
off her new ring,” Mike added.
“Can I see it?” I asked.
Mike and Bob shared a quick little
glance before Mike took out his cellphone and produced the photograph. He
handed it to me. The picture was taken in a jewelry store. It wasn’t a selfie. From
the angle, it looked like the jeweler took it. Gina and Chuck were standing
happily with their arms around each other. Gina held up her hand with her big ring
in front of herself.
Gina looked great, as usual. The
warmth of her smile brought one to my lips. I remembered when I could elicit a
similar response in her. Aware of Bob and Mike’s eyes, I tried not to reveal
any unhealthy emotion as I looked at Chuck. This was the first time I had seen
a photograph of him. Good-looking guy. He seemed more athletic than me, but I
had more hair. That was some consolation, I suppose. My eyes drifted down from
the photo to the comments. They were all squeals of congratulations and delight.
I recognized most of the names. I wasn’t surprised to see that my sister Janet
was among the chorus. They still talked, too.
I handed the phone back to Mike. “She
looks good.”
“Yeah,” Mike said. “I’d do her.”
“Holly might object,” I warned.
“One question,” Bob said.
We both turned to him. “When she
called you,” he continued, “did she ask you for one last quick one?”
“Don’t you mean one last short
one?” Mike asked as they both exploded into laughter. There was nothing like a
small penis joke to break the ice. Guys are guys are guys.
My eyes drifted toward the water. They
were drawn past the tourists to an older woman standing at the very edge of the
concrete pier. She turned away from me just as I caught sight of her, but I saw
enough of her face to notice her resemblance to my late mother. Even from
behind, she looked like her. She was the same height, five-five, and she had
the same mix of red and gray in her hair. Even her dress looked familiar. I was
about to comment on her to Bob and Mike, when she suddenly stepped forward off
the pier and dropped out of sight with a loud splash.
“No!” I shouted as I jumped up from
my seat.
I started running. I jumped down
from the raised patio of the restaurant and passed through the pedestrians
walking along the brick promenade. They turned to me, startled and confused. I
was appalled. Why were they looking at me?
Why weren’t they helping that poor woman? I plowed my way through them without
hesitation, gaining speed with every step. As I neared the edge of the pier, I
didn’t see any disturbance in the water, but I took a deep gulp of air and
dived in anyway.
My eyes were closed when I hit the
water. I had my arms fully extended in front of me out of fear I’d hit the
bottom since I had no idea how deep the water was. When I opened my eyes, I
could detect some light trying to push through the greenish, brown murk, but I
didn’t see the old woman as I drifted lower. I wondered what happened to her,
and I also began to wonder, fearfully, how deep was the water. It seemed to go
on forever.
My lungs were aching when I finally
saw the woman coming up toward me from the depths. I saw her hands first,
reaching up toward me. Then her face slowly came into view. It was indeed my
mother, but she looked younger than the time of her death. Her reddish brown
hair swirling in the murky water hadn’t turned gray yet. But she was still dead.
Her freckles stood out like small pox against the deathly white pallor of her
skin. Her eyes were wide open and angry. I had never seen her look at me with
such undisguised rage while she was still alive.
She opened her mouth in a
breathless scream. I screamed too, expelling the last of my oxygen, as I
protectively put my hands ahead of me. She grabbed them, knitting her fingers
together with mine. She dragged me downwards. I struggled for a moment, but I lost
my strength when I lost my last breath. As I drifted out of consciousness, I wondered
how far down she would take me.
Would it be all the way to hell?
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Other Chapters:
Prologue - My Mother
Chapter 1 - RestingPlace.com
Chapter 2 - Elisabetta
Chapter 3 - The Upload
Chapter 4 - The Kobayashi Maru
Chapter 5 - Gina
Chapter 6 - Tombstone Teri
Chapter 7 - The Holy Redeemer Lonely Hearts Club
Chapter 8 - A Mourner
Chapter 9 - War Is Declared
Chapter 10 - The Motorcycle
Chapter 11 - Suspended
Chapter 12 - The Harbor
Chapter 13 - Bad News Betty
Learn more about the book Here.
Prologue - My Mother
Chapter 1 - RestingPlace.com
Chapter 2 - Elisabetta
Chapter 3 - The Upload
Chapter 4 - The Kobayashi Maru
Chapter 5 - Gina
Chapter 6 - Tombstone Teri
Chapter 7 - The Holy Redeemer Lonely Hearts Club
Chapter 8 - A Mourner
Chapter 9 - War Is Declared
Chapter 10 - The Motorcycle
Chapter 11 - Suspended
Chapter 12 - The Harbor
Chapter 13 - Bad News Betty
Learn more about the book Here.
While you're waiting for the next chapter of Chapel Street, feel free to read my memoir. It's a story of first faith and first love and how the two became almost fatally intertwined.
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