Charlie didn’t feel ready to start looking for Maureen yet, but his mother’s advice to do so won the day. He didn’t know yet what he would say, or how he would even say ‘hello.’ But first things first. At the moment he had no idea where Maureen was. He knew where her parents lived however, or at least where they had lived two years earlier, and that was less than a mile from his mother’s house. He knew that his best hope was to start there.
Charlie remembered their phone number, for what reason he couldn’t say. Butterflies were doing barrel rolls in his stomach as his fingers punched the numbers into his mother’s land line telephone. He almost held his breath as the phone on the other end began to ring, but he made a conscious effort to steady himself for the moment when somebody picked up his call. That effort paid off, and Charlie was reasonably calm by the time he realized that nobody was going to answer. Sure enough, a voice came on saying “You have reached 821-0733. Nobody is available at this time to answer your call. Please leave a message at the beep and we will return your call as soon as we can.”
Charlie debated for a moment whether or not to leave a message. If he did so, he would hot have the flexibility of a live call in which to make his case. Perhaps his call would be unwelcome but not immediately rejected, and his speaking to a live human on the other end would give him a chance to make a case for continuing the conversation that might otherwise be lost. On the other hand, he was now anxious to begin the process, and delay was more distasteful to him than maneuvering for advantage with a possibly reluctant ex-in law was attractive, and so he took the plunge.
“Hello. This is Charlie Hamer. I am in town visiting my family, and if it is at all possible I would like to speak with you while I am here. I know that this comes as a surprise to you, but I hope very much that you will agree to a phone call or a visit. The phone number at my mother’s house is 227-4413, and my cell is 360-415-4253. There is not a voice recorder on my mother’s phone, but I do have one on my cell. I hope that I will be able to speak with you soon. Good bye.”
“There, it’s done” Charlie thought. “They will answer or they won’t. It’s out of my hands now.” He placed the telephone receiver in its cradle and walked down the hall and into the living room, where his mother waited.
“They weren’t home, I guess,” he told her. “That is, if that is even still their number. A lot of things can happen in two years.”
“I’ll bet that they’re still there,” Elaine said. “Our generation didn’t move around like yours does. I think they’ll get the message. It’s what they’ll do with it that’s the real question to me.”
“You’re probably right about that,” Charlie said. “I don’t really know what I would try next if they won’t talk to me. I suppose I could get in contact with her lawyer and try that angle, but I doubt that she would help. Some sort of professional rules or something like that.”
“We could try to find her on the internet,” Elane suggested. “Those snooper websites can find anybody. If you want to give them $7.95 after the first free month, that is.”
Charlie chuckled at that idea. “Mom! he said. “You surf the internet?”
“Why, sure!” she replied. “Why should you youngsters have all the fun? You can find just about anything you want to know on the Web.”
Charlie laughed outright at this response. He could still see his mother hanging clothes on a clothesline in the back yard, putting his school lunch into a paper sack and watching soap operas on their old Magnavox television in the summertime when he was out of school and home at that hour. Now, in her late seventies, she was instructing him on how to snoop on the internet, and for only &7.95 per month! “You can find anybody,” she continued to say, “plus their tax and police records too.”
“You’re amazing, Mom!” he told her.
“Naw, I’m not amazing,” she replied. “I’m pretty damn good, but not really amazing.”
They sat in the living room and visited for an hour more before Charlie began to get restless. His business was weighing on him, and he knew that only by discovering if Maureen’s parents were really still at that number and would answer his call could he remove that weight in its entirety. Having at least made his first attempt he felt some relief, but knowing that any moment they might call made this business so much more real now. At last, his mother noticed his fidgeting.
“Look, Charlie. Why don’t you go and do something? You’re nervous as a cat at the dog pound. You gave them my number, right?” Charlie nodded that he had. “OK then. I’ll stay here and answer if they call. I can say that you had to step out for a minute and that you’ll be right back. I would call you then and let you know.”
That sounded like a good idea, and Charlie decided to take a walk in his old neighborhood. He exited through the front door and began to walk north, towards southern rim of Mission Valley. Almost immediately he was in front of the house on the corner, where the Burtons had lived. “I wonder if they are still alive?” he thought. “I wonder what that little girl’s doing? I wonder if Mom could find them on the internet? I wonder why I can’t remember a thing like what Mom told me about them, and about Dad.?”
He walked on, burning up nervous energy, and soon saw the Henning’s house. In front of that house, on the side of a lawn that had now gone to seed, was the stump of the pine tree that he had climbed to find refuge from his troubles one day long ago. “Jeez, why can’t I remember that?” he asked himself. Charlie could remember climbing that tree many times, in spite of the Hennings always chasing him out when they caught him up there. Why couldn’t he remember that one traumatic day?
Charlie walked past Bobby Crowe’s old house and wondered what happened to him. “I remember plenty about him,” he thought. “I’d probably kick his punk ass if I could find him now.” Charlie was surprised at how the resentment that he had felt against his tormentor of four decades ago rose easily into his consciousness now that he stood here in front of the house where Bobby had once lived. “It would be a good idea to not have Mom find him!”
Charlie continued walking and soon came to the recreation center which still occupied a full block in the neighborhood. He went into the field where some kids were throwing a frisbee and sat on one of the concrete picnic tables that had replaced the old wooden ones from when he was young. He was sitting there, remembering times both good and bad, when the cell phone in his shirt pocket began to ring. He pulled it out of the pocket and looked at the screen. “PRENTISS” it said. Charlie’s heart leapt into his throat as he pushed the place on the screen that said “Accept This Call.”
“Hello,” Charlie said, and lamely, he thought.
“Hello,” came a voice. “Is this Charlie?”
“Yes sir, it is,” Charlie answered. “How are you doing?”
“Well, I suppose I’m doing well enough. Question is, how are you doing?”
“Pretty good, I think. And Mrs. Prentiss? How is she doing?”
“Same as always; an angel for putting up with me. I have to tell you that I’m very surprised to get this call. So I ask again, how are YOU doing? Is everything all right?”
“Yes, everything is fine sir. I’m visiting my mother and family here for a few days. I’m pretty busy up north but I wanted to come down here between projects.” Charlie hesitated for just a moment at this point, and then continued. “And, well, there is something in particular that I would like to discuss with you.”
Charlie paused for a moment, and Mr. Prentiss prompted him to continue.
“Well, this is the deal. As you know, I had a very hard time dealing with Stevie’s accident. I guess, really, that’s putting it too mildly. Anyway, I finally realized that I needed help, and now I’m getting that help from a professional. Because of that I’m getting back on my feet and I realize that even now, after all that has passed by me, there are still responsibilities that I have to my son and, who knows, maybe to your daughter as well. I’m not trying to pick up where we left off, if that is what you’re thinking. No, I’m trying to figure out what is the right thing to do in this situation and at this moment, and then finally do it.
Trouble is, I don’t really know what the right thing to do is. Now, I always respected you, sir. You always seemed to me to be the father who knew what to do. So I was hoping that maybe I could talk with you while I’m here and ask you to help me figure this out. If you would be willing to give me a few minutes, I would love to speak with you, and Mrs. Prentiss too, so that I can get a better idea of what helping would look like.”
After only a moment’s silence, Mr. Prentiss responded to Charlie’s request. “We would love to speak with you Charlie. Can you come over later on tonight?”
“You bet I can,” Charlie replied, knowing at the same time that Elaine had planned to have Clark and Emily and their families over for dinner that evening. But it was her idea to have Charlie fast-track the process of reconnecting with the Prentisses, so he was certain that she would understand if he missed dinner with them that night.
“The only thing is that we will be with our Care Group from church until eight o’clock. Can you come over at eight thirty?”
“Care Group? Do you go to church now?” Charlie asked.
“Oh, yeah. We started a couple of years ago, right after Steph – – -. Well, right after the tough part set in. It really didn’t have anything to do with your situation, but it was certainly in the nick of time. Anyway, we get together and eat some wonderful food that everyone brings pot luck and we’re usually done by nine. We could slip out and be home by eight thirty, if that would work.”
Charlie heard a murmur of conversation in the background and then Mr. Prentiss came back on the phone. “On second thought, I suppose that you already have your own plans for this evening. Why don’t we make it tomorrow morning for breakfast? Maudie is already looking in the kitchen to make sure we have the fixings for pancakes and ham and the other stuff that she remembers you like.”
Mr. Prentiss’ response to Charlie’s call had relaxed his concerns completely. He had feared that they would have considered him the author of their daughter’s misfortunes and shut the door in his face. To his pleasant surprise they still seemed to like him and were open to communication with him. Charlie wanted very much to press on with the main purpose of this visit to his home, but now he felt like there was space for him to connect with his own family as well.
“That sounds very good to me sir. What time would you like for me to come over?”
“Oh, you know, I’m an early riser, so anytime after seven is fine with me. Maudie usually has food on the table by seven thirty. Does that sound OK?”
“Seven thirty is fine. I’m an early riser too. I’ll be there on the dot.”
“Bring your appetite.”
“Oh, I remember Mrs. Prentiss’ cooking. I certainly will. See you tomorrow then, sir.”
“You bet. Oh, and Charlie. It’s really been good to hear your voice. I’m looking forward to spending some time with you tomorrow.”
Charlie pressed the disconnect button and continued to sit at the picnic table, processing the conversation that he had just concluded. It was clear that Maureen’s parents did not harbor a grudge against him. They could have easily held him somehow responsible for Stevie’s death and their daughter’s family meltdown, and they could have made a case against him for not taking care of his family; their daughter and grandson, after the accident. But they did not seem to be inclined to do that.
Of course, this could be just a ruse; a friendly face designed to lure him to their house, where they could tear into him. It wasn’t too long ago that he would have given serious thought to that possibility. Today however, he was willing to accept Mr. Prentiss’ expression of good will as genuine and go to their house the next morning with hope for a good outcome. “Heck,” he thought. “Even if they do jump on me I can still try to do what I came for.”
Charlie sat at the table for a while longer, watching the frisbee throwers and some other kids shooting baskets in a court on the other side of the field. Charlie had done those things here when he was young, but he was never really a part of the group of regulars at the rec center. He had been too busy studying, delivering morning and evening paper routes, and working first as a laborer and then as a craftsman for a construction company in the summers, to spend much time playing.
The boys and girls his age would always be together, whether shooting baskets or playing wiffle ball or just sitting on the picnic tables smoking cigarettes. They knew about each other’s lives and acted like some kind of surrogate family to each other, and he had never sought nor was ever invited to be a part of that family.
Bobby Crowe had been a part of that group, and that was one good reason not to want to join it. Bobby had been a big kid for as long as Charlie had known him, and Charlie’s penchant for being more of a loner had tended to make him more of a target. He had never been actually beaten up by Bobby, but the taunts, the shoves, the trippings and so forth were always a direct invitation to greater violence, and it was a challenge that Charlie had no interest in accepting.
As the years went by, Charlie had come to this playground less as his other activities occupied more of his attention. The summers of intense physical work with the construction team had filled out Charlie’s previously thin frame and he had become quite muscular. Bobby Crowe, who came into contact with Charlie less and less anyway, was a punk but he wasn’t stupid. Well, not too stupid. Their brief encounters at school or in the neighborhood became much more neutral events than before. Charlie had thought from time to time about evening the score, but that seemed to be a pointless act compared with the more positive things in his life, and after he met Maureen there was no room in his mind for Bobby Crowe.
After a while Charlie’s mind returned to the present. He had family coming to his mother’s house soon and she did not know yet if Charlie would even be there. He punched her phone number into his cell and she answered on the first ring.
“Hey Mom,” he said. “Looks like I’m going to the Prentiss’ house tomorrow for breakfast so I’ll be home soon. What’s for dinner?”
“Oh, they called you on your phone!” she replied. “Tacos. So how did it go?”
“Better than I had hoped for. Mr. Prentiss sounded friendly, and I think that he meant it.”
“So, does Maureen live here? Is she going to be there too?”
“I don’t know, Mom. He didn’t mention Maureen, I think. Not much anyway, if he did at all. No, I don’t think that she’ll be there. We didn’t discuss a whole lot, which is OK by me. I don’t really like talking on the telephone anyway.”
“OK. I can take a hint. I’ll get off the phone. The kids are going to be over in about an hour, and we’ll be eating right away.”
Charlie laughed at his mother’s quip and said ‘good bye.’ Tacos. That called for beer and iced tea, depending upon one’s age and preference. He remembered that Moe’s Liquors once stood on the corner of First St. and Washington, but there wasn’t the smallest likelihood that it still existed. He had seen a small market on his walk, and he retraced his steps to that market and purchased two six packs of Coronas and a box of tea bags. These he carried the short distance back to his mother’s house.
Elaine was in the kitchen when he returned. He quickly put the beer into the refrigerator and placed a large pan of water on to make a pitcher of tea. He then busied himself helping his mother to cut, chop and cook all of the ingredients necessary for a taco feast. They were finished and Charlie had time to open a Corona and sit down before the first of the crowd arrived. Soon after that, the Hamer home was bursting with family, from Elaine down to the several grandchildren, the oldest of whom was pregnant with her first child.
Charlie and his brother and sister gave affectionate hugs, an occurrence which surprised them somewhat. Charlie was new to this hugging thing, and it would take some getting used to. Introductions were made to grandchildren and before too long the dining room was filled with the happy babble of a family enjoying a vast meal and a reservoir brimming with fondness and joy.
Perhaps the happiest person in the room was Juliette Hamer, the ‘earth muffin’ wife of Clark who had suggested to Charlie that he should get outside of his apartment and reconnect with the soil.
“That was good advice,” he had told her at a moment when his mouth was empty of taco. “In addition to growing some good and free food, I’ve met some people who have been a big help to me.”
“Who’s taking care of it while you’re loafing down here?” Emily asked.
“A very odd piece of work named Walt,” Charlie replied “He’s a crusty old Vietnam vet who you wouldn’t want you children to be around, yet he works his own plot and mine too while I’m gone so that he can give the food to the county food bank. I don’t think you would like him very much; not at first anyway, but he’s one of the best people that I know.”
“And just how many people DO you know?” Clark asked .
“Oh, let’s see.” Charlie began counting on his fingers. “I guess twelve people who I talk with much at all.”
Clark looked impressed with that number. “That’s a heck of an improvement over the last time we saw you up in Washington.”
“You have no idea,” Charlie told him. “Really, you don’t. There’s no way that you could.”
He then looked directly at Juliette. “And your advice came at the time when I needed it the most. A couple of my new friends are religious people, and they talk about blessings. Well, I haven’t had a lot of those the past few years but it looks like my luck is changing. Or maybe it isn’t luck. Anyway, it all started with your suggestion that I get into the dirt, and so I think that if anything or anyone has been blessing me lately, it’s you who’s leading the parade.”
The people sitting around the scratched old family table were silent for a moment, and then Clark raised his beer in preparation for a toast to Charlie’s rebirth into the ranks of the living. Charlie saw that move coming and waved it off.
“No, man. Don’t raise your beer to me. Raise it to that lovely woman you’re married to.” And with that Charlie lifted his beer in the direction of Juliette. Four beers, two iced teas, and a mix of sodas and glasses of milk were lifted in the direction of a surprised and embarrassed Juliette Hamer.
Clark leaned over and kissed his wife’s cheek before looking back at Charlie and saying softly “Bravo. Well done little brother. Can I toast you now?”
The toast was received and soon the room was once again filled with the happy chatter of family eating too much food and making up for too long of an absence. Elaine Hamer sat back in her chair from time to time and looked at her brood. This much joy had not visited her dining room, or any other part of her house, for a very long time. In fact, she was not sure if she had ever seen it there before. Several times she sat silent, not because she had nothing to say but because she feared that her voice would tremble if she dared to try and say it.
After dinner and the clean-up, which was performed by Clark and Charlie and the eldest son of Emily, the family spent some more time together before parting to return to their lives. Charlie talked with his mother for a short while longer and then retired to his room.
Lying on his old twin bed in the darkness he wondered how much of the life that he had lived in this house was locked away from his memory. He had not lain in this bed for – how many years? It had been a lot of them. Now he lay here after spending an evening with his family that was unlike any he could remember, and the glow of this evening accompanied him into a deep and untroubled sleep.
Charlie’s internal alarm clock went off well before seven thirty the next morning. Elaine continued to sleep and Charlie knew that a good meal awaited him at the Prentiss residence, so he dressed quickly and silently and began to walk the mile or so towards the Prentiss’ home.
Charlie had walked this path many times before, usually taking as long as possible to walk Maureen home from his house. He thought about those times while he strode down the sidewalk, not nostalgically glorifying them, but simply reflecting on how things were so much simpler then, and what he would do differently if he could replay those days again. He slowed his pace so that he could arrive on the front porch of the Prentiss’ at seven thirty, sharp, which is exactly what he did.
“Come in, son,” Mr. Prentiss said when he opened the front door. Charlie did as he was asked, and shook the hand that was extended to him. “We’re very glad to see you. Maudie!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Charlie’s here.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” came a voice from the kitchen. “See if he wants some coffee.”
Charlie said that he would love some coffee and before Mr. Prentiss could move to get it Maude Prentiss came out of the kitchen with a steaming pot of coffee and three cups. She placed those items on the table and gave Charlie a long hug. This was more than Charlie had expected or hoped for, and he had to fight to keep his composure.
Warren Prentiss refused to talk business until after breakfast, and soon all three were busy packing away a small mountain of pancakes and ham and eggs and fruit. “I’m going to be big as a house if I keep this stuff up” Charlie thought as he wiped his fingers with a napkin and placed it on his empty plate. The Prentisses were also finished, and Warren Prentiss suggested that they clear the table later and get down to business in the living room. Maude and Charlie agreed and soon they were seated in comfortable chairs in that room that still looked nearly the same as Charlie remembered it. Without wasting any time, Charlie launched into the reason for his visit.
“Like I said yesterday, I’m trying to make some things right that I dropped the ball on when Stevie died. I can’t say that I know exactly what making things right looks like, but I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t look anything like the last few years of my life, so I’m asking other people, healthier people, for help in doing it.”
“Well, you look like you’re off to a good start,” Maude said. “I have to say that the picture of you that Maureen gave us was a whole lot different than what I am seeing now.”
“Maureen’s picture was probably pretty accurate,” Charlie replied. “It’s only been a couple of months since I began to climb up out of a dark place, and I’ve been very lucky to have met some good people who have helped me on my way.”
“I’m not sure that luck has anything to do with it,” Warren said. “But continue.”
“Well, I’m seeing a counselor. A professional. She’s really one of the smartest and most kind people who I’ve ever met. Anyway, she suggested that I try to get in contact with Maureen in order to find out if there was a way to be a father to Jack, given the circumstances. Another friend suggested that, without trying to write a fairy tale ending to my story, Maureen and I might have a need to help each other in some way to move on with our own separate lives.
I expect that Maureen is doing all right; she always was a stronger person through all of this than I was, but that’s basically what this visit is all about, and I wanted to get your advise and opinion on it. I would also like to ask you to find out for me if Maureen is interested in any of this.
Warren and Maude Prentiss were quiet for a minute after Charlie quit speaking. Warren seemed to be picking at a splinter in his though, wrinkled hand while Maude raised the now-cold cup of coffee to her lips and drained the last sip. They looked at each other quickly, and then Warren looked back at Charlie and answered him.
“Well, we spoke with Maureen last night and she said that she has no desire to see you.”
Charlie’s heart dropped into the soles of his feet. He had known that this was a possibility, but hearing it straight and direct was like getting hit in the chest by a truck. As he pondered what this refusal might mean to him Warren continued.
“We told her that you would be coming over here today and that we were going to share a meal with you. You had always been welcome in our house before and unless you gave us some reason to change that policy you would continue to be welcome here.
I also told her what you said yesterday about getting help with your troubles, and that you were interested in being a presence in Jack’s life it it seemed like he needed it. I’ll tell you now that I told her that I agreed with you on that idea. Anyway, she said ‘no.’ I asked her if she would keep an open mind about the idea, for now anyway, and allow me to speak with her again after we met with you and could make our own assessment of the sincerity of your intentions. She agreed to do that.”
Charlie was stunned by the frankness of Warren Prentiss. He had always been a very direct sort of person, but Charlie had forgotten how he could cut right through the clutter and get to the heart of a matter. As he reflected on this Warren continued to speak.
“Charlie, I’ve only spent an hour with you but I feel like you are on the right track. I didn’t see you when you and Maureen were going through the aftermath of Stephanie’s accident, but I trust my daughter’s account of things and I like the path that you seem to have chosen. Being smart enough to ask for help, even if it seems like you’re shutting the barn door after the horses have gotten out, is something that a lot of people won’t do, and it says a lot, to me at least, that you’re doing it.”
“Thank you, sir,” Charlie said. “It means a lot to me that you feel that way. I knew that Maureen might respond like that so it doesn’t really surprise me much. I’m very disappointed, but not surprised, I would appreciate it very much if you would just tell her that I am more sorry than I can express for how I wasn’t equipped to be there for her and Jack when I had the chance, and that my only intention now was to be a help if I could in any way.”
“Now hold your horses, Charlie,” Warren said. “I wasn’t quite finished. Maureen said that she has no desire to see you right now. She didn’t say anything about later, though. You’ve sort of dropped in out of the blue, you know, and it might take a while for the idea of you being alive again to sink in.”
“Being alive again,” Charlie thought. “Yeah, that pretty much describes it. Or maybe even being fully alive for the first time.”
“I told her that you would come over here and that I would see what I thought about you, and that I would speak to here again after I do that and tell her what I think. Well, I’m going to do what I said I would do, and I’m going to tell her that I think you’re making an honest attempt to “do the right thing” as you say, even if you don’t know what that right thing is. I’ll also tell her that I believe she should at least speak with you and give you a chance.”
Charlie’s thoughts were flying in at least a dozen different directions and it was hard for him to think, and he told Warren of that. “I’m feeling kinda tongue-tied, Dad” he said, relapsing to the title that he had used long ago when addressing Maureen’s father. “I appreciate what you’ve just said. God knows I can’t thank you enough for that. On some level I can’t even believe that I’m sitting here and that you’re talking to me at all, while on another I’m not surprised that Maureen might slam the door and close out this part of both of our lives. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I will tell you one thing though, and you can share this with Maureen if you think it’s wise to do so.
This is the last time that I will bother her. If she does not want to speak with me after your next contact with her, I won’t make a pest out of myself. There’ll be no stalking ex-husband or any of that stuff. If she wants this to end once and for all time; if she’s got her life going in a good direction and does not need me being a distraction to hold her back, it will end right here. If she wants anything else, whatever that might be, I will be eager to pursue it. Your word, sir will be the final word for me.”
Warren and Maude sat still and quiet after Charlie quit speaking, and the three of them sat motionless and in their own thoughts for what seemed like an eternity. What Maureen’s parents might be thinking Charlie had no idea, and he wasn’t trying to guess. His own thoughts were of Jack and Maureen; what he owed to Jack, at least, and to himself. He thought of D’Andra and her wise, kind listening and advice. He also thought of Billy, who knew a wound when he saw one and what to do with it. Finally he decided that his business here was finished, and that any further lingering would be an imposition and an intrusion.
“Well, sir. Ma’am. I think it’s probably time for me to go. I thank you for the breakfast,” he looked directly at Maude. “You know that I always thought you cooked the best meals in San Diego. I also thank you for your kindness towards me. I couldn’t complain if it had turned out otherwise. And I thank you for your willingness to speak to Maureen in behalf of my attempt to help Jack, and maybe her and even myself too. Please let her know that I only want the best for them both, even if that means that I disappear again forever.”
Warren was not able to say anything in return. He extended his hand and pulled Charlie into a bear hug. When he let go Maude took her turn, and she found her voice.”
Charlie, like we’ve already told you, you will always be welcome in this house. When you get home, call us from time to time, or write to us even. We don’t do any of that fancy electronic stuff. Let us know how you’re getting on, and how we can pray for you. No matter how this all works out, we will always be your friends, and you can always consider this your second home.”
With that, Maude gave Charlie a hug and then let him go. His eyes lingered on this amazing couple for a few moments longer before he nodded to each and turned toward the door. Without looking back, for fear that he would begin to cry like a baby, he stepped through the door and out into the warmth of a San Diego summer day.
Charlie had no idea how long he walked before he finally returned to his mother’s house. He remembered walking along Park Boulevard, past the museums and art gallery in Balboa Park, over the high bridge that had the unfortunate name of ‘suicide bridge’ when he was young because of the many people who had found it a convenient place to put an end to their earthly troubles. He remembered his own appointment with the middle of a bridge, and as he looked down at the traffic flowing under him far below he thought about how foreign that thought now seemed to him.
He turned at Cedar and walked the long, straight street back to his mother’s home. She was sitting in her chair, pretending to have been reading, while Charlie knew that she had been gazing out the window, waiting for him. He said hello and went to the refrigerator to get one of the last two beers that remained from the night before. He opened the brew and sat down on the sofa opposite where his mother sat waiting.
“Well, how did it go?” she asked, point-blank.
Charlie took a long swig from the beer and then replied. “It’s complicated. The Prentisses are just like I remember them. They’re on my side, I think, although of course they’re on Maureen’s side too. Maureen doesn’t want to talk to me though. Maybe not now, or maybe not ever. I don’t know for sure.”
Charlie took another swig of beer and sat back into the sofa. Elaine, as usual, wanted more details. “So, how is Maureen doing? Where does she live? Why won’t she talk to you? What all did the Prentisses say?”
“You know Mom, they didn’t say anything at all about Maureen. I hadn’t thought about that before, but they didn’t. I think they did that on purpose. If Maureen wants to talk to me, she can tell me all of that stuff. The Prentisses just talked about me and them and what I’m trying to do.”
“Well, I think that’s a shame,” Elaine said. “They should have told you more about her.”
“I don’t think so Mom. I think they did just the right thing. They’re going to speak to her again and if she’s still opposed to the idea, I’ve promised to stay clear of her life. And Jack’s too. Under those circumstances, I think that they were on the right track.”
Elaine fluttered over that idea for a while but Charlie’s obvious contentment with it eventually smoothed her ruffled feathers. Charlie talked his mother into joining hem in his rented car to drive around and see the city that had changed so much since he had lived there. From Hillcrest to Alpine, and then back to Del Mar on the coast they drove and talked of anything that entered their heads. Charlie stopped for ice cream cones here and donuts there, which Elaine loved, and ended with a dinner at a seafood place in Point Loma.
It was evening when they returned, and Elaine soon excused herself and retired to bed. Charlie had the last beer while sitting in the back yard and watching what few stars could shine through the light pollution of San Diego at night. His phone was in his shirt pocket, where he could instantly reach it should it ring. It didn’t ring.
Finally Charlie went inside, took a long shower and stretched out on the bed. It was a warm, humid night, but he chose to shut the vent that allowed cooled air into his room. He opened the two windows and lay on top of his bed, listening to the crickets outside his window and distant traffic noise. The emotional exertion that he had expended this day crept upon him and before he had lain on his bed for ten full minutes he fell into a dreamless and restful slumber.