Two weeks after moving in with Billy, Charlie was beginning to feel like he had the beginnings of a handle on life. The dismal apartment where for two years he had existed but not lived was now a memory. The kitchen remodel job at Carolyn’s house was progressing ahead of schedule, even though she had been far too busy of late to help him very much. Instead, her nephew Luke had shown an interest in the construction arts and pitched in whenever he could. Even though Luke knew nothing about Charlie’s craft, he was a smart and observant kid who could take instruction and turn it quickly into performance.
Charlie liked the young man and genuinely enjoyed sharing the work with him, and he began to imagine what it would be like if it was Jack instead of Luke that he was working with. Of course, Jack didn’t have the natural talent or interest that Luke seemed to possess, but then Charlie had never lavished the patient attention on Jack that he was currently bestowing on Luke. Over the course of the past two weeks Charlie had become convinced that he should pay Luke something for his labor, and also that he must reach out to his own son and try to rebuild a relationship with him.
Carolyn would inspect Charlie’s work every chance that she could, and she learned from him in much the same manner as Luke did. The design flaws in her bathroom which she nearly allowed when Charlie first began to work for her would never happen to her now, as she began to learn to look two and even three steps ahead.
“I’m sorry that I can’t spend more time here on the job with you,” she had once told him. “I’m convinced that your end of this deal is where all of the fun is.”
When she said that Charlie looked down at the black thumbnail that was the result of an errant stroke of his framing axe. He also felt the ache in the bottom of his foot where he had stepped on an old ring-shanked drywall nail, and the throb in his shoulder where he had received his tetanus shot as a result of that nail. “Yeah,” he replied as he inspected the blackened thumbnail. “With a few obvious exceptions, this really is where the fun is.”
The outside wall of Carolyn’s house was now pushed four feet out and sealed on the outside. This resulted in the house once again being secured from the outside world, and Charlie felt like at last he could breathe easier. He had hated the thought of there being only one layer of polyvinyl sheeting between Carolyn and the world that he had come to know so well at the apartments.
Even though Luke was staying with her during this period, he was, after all, just a kid. A big kid, yes, and a strong one, but just a kid all the same. The determined evil that prowled through the darkened streets of Vancouver, even the streets far from the downtown apartment that he had so recently inhabited, was truly a match and even more than a match for one good-hearted teenage boy. Charlie tried hard to make sure that Carolyn didn’t know about the nights when he had slept in the cab of his truck a few houses up the street from hers.
Today he was going to meet with D’Andra, and intended to share with her his plan to make an attempt to connect with Maureen. He had given the idea a great deal of thought and had shared it with the guys at the Key and Lock. Even Walt, who continued to hold to the opinion that this was a fool’s errand, agreed that with the help of a small miracle – “not that I believe in that crap,” he had added – there was a possibility that it might work.
But first he was going to have a good breakfast. Billy liked to cook, and Charlie was beginning to put on a few pounds. Today, however, he wanted to have his morning meal at Leroy’s, mostly in order to see how LuAnn was doing. As he pulled up to a stop in a parking space near the restaurant, he noticed that he now felt like a visitor to the Vancouver downtown rather than a denizen of its streets. He liked the change.
The place was busy when he entered and once again he saw Jason seated at his usual table by the kitchen door. There were open stools at the counter, but Charlie went to see if he could share a table with the young man.
“Got room for another stray dog?” he asked. Jason smiled and waved a hand at the chair opposite his own. Charlie sat down, picked up a menu and asked “What’s good today?”
“Pretty much same old same old.” Jason replied. “They don’t change the menu much around here, and if Tank’s cookin’, well, it’s Tank’s cookin’.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Charlie said. At that moment Peggy burst through the door pushing an old aluminum cart loaded with condiments. She looked harried, but came dutifully over to the table when she saw Charlie seated there. She asked if he’d had time to look at the menu.
“I have,” Charlie replied. “I’ll take the hamburger steak with hash browns and gravy. Oh, and I am paying for my meal today.”
Charlie expected to get a rise out of Peggy with his snide comment, but he was disappointed. Peggy gave a weak smile and went to stick his order onto the wheel in the kitchen window.
“Huh,” Charlie said to Jason. “I thought that I’d get a little bit of a push-back from her with that one. Do I look like I have money or something?”
“She’s probably still getting over the fact that I have money,” Jason replied.
Charlie looked at Jason with surprise and said “You do?”
“Yeah,” Jason laughed. “I got a part-time job in housekeeping at Clark General Hospital, It’s a float position with no benefits and no guaranteed hours, but somebody’s always sick or wants a day off, so I’m working about twenty five or thirty hours per week so far.”
“Wow, that’s great news,” Charlie said. “How do you feel, being in the loop like that?”
“You mean, can I hack it? Will the loser finally get it together?”
Charlie regretted his question instantly. “No, I don’t mean that at all. I’m just getting my own act back together, and I live with a guy who’s taking his own first steps too. I just wondered how it’s working for you. I didn’t mean any insult.”
“That’s OK, man. It’s cool. I was must monkeying with your head. No offense taken. And the answer is that it feels good. I have to keep my mind focused on doing the job, and not getting sucked into all of the silly bullshit that people who’ve never really had it rough like to wallow in, but it’s worth it. Peggy brings me refills now that I can pay for them, so that makes it all worth it.”
Indeed, Peggy was at that moment bringing Charlie an empty mug and a pot full of coffee. She placed the mug in front of him and filled it, then refilled Jason’s half-empty mug. Charlie had to suppress a laugh as Peggy spoke with them like regular customers and Jason acted like he was a captain of industry.
They continued to chat about each other’s work situations and the quality of grease that tended to pool in their plates here at Leroy’s until Peggy brought Charlie his food. For the next few minutes after that, silence reigned at the table.
At last Charlie scraped up the last bit of gravy with a crust of toast and pushed away the plate. He drained his coffee and barely suppressed a low belch. Jason was sipping his coffee and resting in his chair, letting his meal begin to digest. He looked completely at ease with the world, and that is how Charlie felt too. At length Charlie began the conversation again.
“So, where is LuAnn? Is she out today taking care of Duane? He’s had his operation, hasn’t he?”
Jason’s face clouded over and he sat a little straighter in his chair. “Haven’t you heard, man?”
“Heard what?” Charlie asked. “Did she retire or something?”
“No, man. Duane died. He died on the operating table.”
Charlie sat speechless in his chair. His mind quickly drew up images of a worried LuAnn, telling him about her fears but certain that things would be all right.
“Shit, man,” he said. “That’s awful! What happened? LuAnn thought they would be OK.”
“Yeah, she did” Jason replied. “That’s usually when life rears up and bites you in the ass, isn’t it? The surgery went fine, as far as anyone knows, but an artery or something just blew up in his brain. BAM! Alive to room temperature in sixty seconds. She’s a good egg, too. This really sucks.”
Charlie was speechless for a minute, and then asked “Well, how is she doing? Does anybody know?” He tried to get his mind to grapple with the bad news. When Stevie had died, he remembered, friends and business acquaintances had brought over meals and done chores and errands for them. That was the only healthy response that Charlie could now think of offering, not that his cooking would be a good thing for anybody. Finally he asked “Is anybody doing anything to help her?”
“I don’t really know,” Jason replied. “There’s a tip jar by the door, and regular customers are putting money into it to help her out. You could ask Peggy though. she was closer to LuAnn that I ever was.”
Charlie sat silently in his chair, thinking about LuAnn’s good-natured attitude and the warmth that she had extended to him when he began to visit many weeks before. She always had a quick laugh and a wise opinion whenever he would talk to her about his troubles. Now it was her turn to be in the fire. What could he do or say to her? He couldn’t even comfort his own wife, so what could he say to this casual friend? Charlie was wrestling with these thoughts when Peggy came to refill his cup.
“Peggy,” he said. “I just heard about LuAnn’s husband. Can you tell me how she’s doing, or if she needs anything?”
Peggy seemed to be surprised at Charlie speaking to her in such a familiar and ernest fashion. Her look of surprise quickly faded though and she responded to his question with what looked to Charlie like genuine compassion.
“LuAnn’s a strong woman. She’s doing fine; or at least as fine as you could expect. She and Duane have family, and they are helping a lot.”
“I would like to help if there’s any way that I can,” Charlie said, while wondering what on earth he could possibly do.
“Well,” Peggy began. “She and Duane went to the Peter and Paul Luthern Church. You know, the one about two blocks on the other side of the courthouse from here.”
Charlie nodded as if he knew where that was.
“They’re holding a memorial service there this Saturday. Duane was a deacon or an elder or whatever they call it there, and so they would probably be able to tell you if they need anything. Or you could just go to the service. I think LuAnn would like to see you there. She was pretty fond of you,” Peggy then turned her eyes towards Jason and added “and you too.”
She then turned away to resume her service to the hungry patrons of Leroy’s, and left Charlie staring mutely at Jason. At length, Jason broke the silence.
“I was going to go to the service already. Tank told me about it yesterday. I don’t spend much time in churches. Like, never. LuAnn is real, though. You know, she’s never looked at me like I was a worm, or had some damned disease. I think of her like she’s family or something.”
Charlie knew that he had to leave soon in order to be on time for his appointment with D’Andra. He suddenly wanted to know more about Jason; what he knew about LuAnn, what he had going on in his life. At last Charlie shared a completely random thought that had only that moment entered into his head.
“You ever do any construction?” It only took Jason a moment to reply.
“Nope. Never picked up a hammer.”
“Good,” Charlie replied. “That means you don’t have any bad habits to unlearn. Would you have any interest in trying out the construction trade?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Is it anything like work?”
“Hell yes it’s work.” Charlie then showed Jason his damaged thumb. “Construction will treat you bad sometimes, but it’ll love you if you love it.”
Jason was not sure how to respond to that. “So, what? Are you offering me a job?”
“Well, no. Not exactly,” Charlie replied. “I just want to know if you would be interested if I did. The person I’m working for now is already taking a chance on damaged goods by using me, and I wouldn’t expect her to take another. I’ll be done with the project that I’m on in a few weeks though, and I could use an extra hand going forward. Nobody else out there is as good as I am though, so training a new helper from scratch makes all of the sense in the world to me. What do you think?”
Jason mulled that thought for a few moments and then asked “Are you going to bust my balls if I go for this?”
“You bet your ass,” Charlie replied. “I can’t have some cull dogging it and trashing my work. But I understand that you don’t have any experience at this kind of work and I’m OK with that. I’ll demand that you do things right, but I’ll show you how to do those things, and for the most part I’ll consider it my own failure if you don’t get it right the first time. Or the second time too, for that matter. This stuff doesn’t just come to you by magic. I guess I’m saying; or really I’m asking, would you like to give construction a shot under another guy who’s had the shit kicked out of him by life and knows how that can feel?”
It didn’t take Jason more than a minute to consider Charlie’s proposal, and he said “Your offer is intriguing. Let me make a counter offer. I’ll keep my job at the hospital, but I’ll mostly take the off-hour shifts. You know, the night shift and weekends and so forth. If I find that construction suits me, I’ll back away from the hospital, but if construction isn’t my cup of tea I’ll still have my hospital gig.”
“That makes sense to me,” Charlie replied. “Do you have a phone, or some way that we can stay in touch?”
Jason answered in the affirmative and they exchanged phone numbers. Peggy quickly noticed that the wo men were ready to leave and brought the checks to their table.
“There’s no way that you’re going to let me pay for this, is there?” Charlie asked.
“Not on your life,” Jason answered. “But I wish that you would let me pay for yours.”
Charlie thought about Jason’s offer, and then about all of the time that he had recently spent disconnected from the world, just as Jason had been. He had descended into a dark pit where he would not allow anyone to intrude, nor from which he would make any effort to escape. He looked at Jason and saw a dim shadow of himself.
Charlie liked this young man who, like himself, was only beginning to rebuild a life. He had hated himself for two years, and was disgusted with his failure to attend to the things that really mattered. But this young man; this dim shadow, this metaphor for himself, was also emerging from his own dark place and was a very likable person. He was worth taking a chance on. he had something to offer to the world that the world would be the loser to ignore. Could it be that this description fit Charlie the same as it did Jason?
And now this wounded, broken fellow traveller had just asked if he could do Charlie a favor. He had asked Charlie if he could “bless” him, to borrow LuAnn’s terminology. In some dim, disorganized way, Charlie understood that something important was happening here. The course of the rest of his life, and perhaps Jason’s too, could turn on the answer, and the answer was clear to him.
“Yeah. Sure,” he replied. “There may not be any such thing as a free lunch, but nobody’s said anything about there not being a free breakfast. How ‘bout I cover the tip?”
The two men agreed to that arrangement and put their money on the table. In keeping with his promise to LuAnn, Charlie left a generous tip for Peggy. They got up from the table together and Charlie headed for the door while Jason walked into the kitchen. “Probably still needs to work for a few meals” Charlie thought. “That’s good. Shows responsibility. Yeah, I think Jason could work out. If he wants to, that is.”
By now Charlie was coming very close to being late fort his appointment with D’Andra. He climbed into his truck and made the short trip to her cottage in less than five minutes. He parked the truck and picked up a sack of vegetables that he had picked from the garden. “There’s no way that I can compete with what comes out of her oven,” Charlie thought, “but I can at least try.”
He knocked on the door and it was quickly opened by D’Andra. “Hello, Charlie,” she said with her warm and pleasing smile. “Please, come in.”
Charlie was prepared to hand D’Andra the bag of cucumbers and squash and green beans, with a couple of onions thrown in, and hoped that he would receive a little praise for his gardening expertise. And indeed that did come. Eventually. But before he could hand over the sack his nose was assaulted, in the best sense of the word, by a smell that he remembered from his childhood.
“Oh. My. Goodness!” he said. “You’ve been baking bread!”
“I certainly have,” she replied. “It’s a family tradition to bake our own bread and it’s our family recipe. I’d tell you what’s in it – – -.” D’andre paused at that point, and Charlie picked up the thread seamlessly.
“But you’d have to kill me?”
“Something like that,” she said, the smile not changing really, but somehow seeming even warmer than before. At last her eyes fell on the sack that Charlie cradled in his arms. “What have you got there?” she asked.
Charlie remembered his gift and extended the sack to D’Andra. “Here. This is for you. I grew this in the garden that I’ve been telling you about.”
As she looked into the sack her eyes lit up and her smile erupted even larger than it already was. “Oh, Charlie. That is the nicest gift that I could ever imagine. We had a truck patch behind our house when I was growing up and I loved the foods that my mother and older sister, and sometimes my aunt Clarissa would make out of what we would grow. Believe me, Charlie. I will enjoy this produce every bit as much as I enjoy the things that come out of my oven. And they’ll be better for me, too” she said with a laugh. “Now come on in and sit down. We’re having home baked white bread, toasted or not as you prefer, with jam and butter and coffee. Does that sound OK?”
“That sounds like heaven,” Charlie replied as D’Andra carried the sackful of produce into the kitchen. Instead of sitting down, Charlie followed D’Andra.
“When I was a boy, we used to go up to College Avenue, to a bakery that was about two blocks from our house. Mr. and Mrs. Metzler owned that bakery, and they lived in a house on the opposite side of the alley, behind our place. The Metzlers were Seventh Day Adventist, I think, because the bakery was closed on Saturdays but open for business on Sunday.
At 10:00 in the morning they would bring the day’s bread out of the ovens and place it on the racks to cool. My brother and sometimes the other kids in the neighborhood and I would show up at 10:15 and buy loaves of it while they were still warm. We sat down on the curb right outside of the bakery and pulled off handfuls of warm bread and washed it down with sodas. Those are some of my best memories.”
“Well, I hope this bread gives you some warm memories too. Here, put some butter and jam on this toast, and pour yourself a cup of coffee.
Charlie did as he was told and then sat down in his usual spot on the love seat. Salome the cat was nowhere to be seen, so he placed his small plate with buttered and jammed toast on the table next to it and found a coaster for his coffee. D’andra joined him shortly with two pieces of toast of her own, but hers was spread much more thinly than was Charlie’s.
“Oh,” he said. “It looks like I made a pig of myself here.”
“No, it looks more like you made yourself at home, which is what I would like for you to do.”
“Well,” he responded. “Then don’t be surprised if I make another trip to your kitchen.”
“Pleased would be more like it” she replied.
Charlie still had a stomach full of the best grease that Tank could cook, and knew that seconds on D’Andra’s bread was unlikely. “There’s no harm in setting the stage, just in case” he told himself. At length, D’Andra put her plate of toast on the table and sat back in her chair.
“Well, Charlie. What are we going to talk about today? Have you made a decision about trying to contact Maureen?”
“Yes, I actually have. But there’s something new that I would like to discuss first.”
“You’re in charge,” she said. “What is it?”
I got some pretty sad news today. Pretty sad. You know my friend LuAnn, whom I have spoken of?” Charlie went on to explain the details of Duane’s death, as best he knew them.
“So, how did it make you feel when you heard about it?”
“You know, my first impulse was to eat my breakfast as quickly as I could and leave; just get away from that scene as fast as I could.”
“Sort of like when your mother would be depressed when you were a child?”
“Yeah, sorta like that. I was really sad for LuAnn. I remembered how fondly she spoke of him, and how she once told me “I don’t know what I would do if something ever happened to him,” or something like that. I just knew the sadness that she was feeling, and I wanted to run from that sadness. I didn’t know what to do with it.”
“And did you run?”
“No, I didn’t. I couldn’t. LuAnn was a friend and a kind voice when I was really at the bottom. I can’t express how much her kindness meant to me; still does mean to me. Well, I couldn’t just throw her under the bus.
Trouble is, I don’t know what to do. How do I help her? I think she’ll be OK financially, and she has family and friends, so what in the world could I ever do?”
D’Andra took a small bite from her toast and chewed it slowly, and then took a sip of coffee. At last she said “Maybe she could tell you what you can do.”
“Huh?” Charlie asked.
“Maybe she could communicate to you, one way or another, how it is that you can help her. Sometimes people want to talk about their loved one, and all you have to do is listen. Other times people don’t want to talk at all, but they dread being alone. In those cases just being a friend and sharing someone’s space with them is what they want.
Some people want a shoulder to cry on. I know how uneasy that would make you, Charlie, but maybe that is what you would need to do to help your friend. The problem is that you can’t know unless you make contact with her. Is there any way that you can do that?”
“Yes, there is,” Charlie replied. “There will be a memorial service this Saturday at a little church not too far from here. Peter and Paul Lutheran, I think Peggy said.”
“Oh, yes. I know where that is. Corner of 13th and Knox.”
“Well, I’m thinking of going, but I don’t have a lot of experience at being in churches. I’ve asked Rachael if I can go to hers sometime, but I haven’t really gotten around to it yet. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to act in a church.”
“I think the key is to not act at all, Charlie. Just bring who you are and don’t give two thoughts about any sort of show that you’re supposed to put on. Your friend sounds like she will let you know if there’s anything that she needs. Other than that, you just being there will probably be the best thing that you can do for her, right now at lease. Besides, you’ll know her at least, so you won’t exactly be there alone in the church.”
“No, I wouldn’t be alone,” he agreed. “Jason, a recently homeless guy who I’ve eaten with at Leroy’s said that he’ll be there. And I’ll bet Tank, the cook, will be there too. I don’t know him really, but I’d know his hash browns and gravy anywhere.”
“Good. That settles it. You know, Charlie, I believe that I can see something important here. This feeling of wanting to be present for your friend, and actually stepping up to do it, is what you were not able to do for your wife and son. And really, couldn’t do for your mother either. How do you feel about that? Does it feel like something’s changed, or maybe shifted there?”
Charlie thought about that for a while. In his concern for LuAnn he had nearly forgotten about the trauma of his daughter’s death and the effect that it had on his family; the events that were the reason for his meeting with D’Andra in the first place. Now he thought about Maureen and Jack, suffering in silence while he dealt with his own grief – or didn’t deal with it – in his own cocoon. The same way that he had dealt with his own father’s desertion and his mother’s loneliness.
“You know, something has changed. I can’t just turn my back and walk away. ‘I don’t know what to say or do’ just isn’t a good enough answer, even if it’s the damned truth. Uh, pardon my language.”
“I’ve heard it before, Charlie.”
“So, this is where I got stuck with my family; I couldn’t help them because I couldn’t help myself. Just like I couldn’t help my mother. But, why couldn’t I help my mom? It’s not like I really cared one way or the other if my father stayed or left.”
“Really, Charlie? Is that true? Can you remember your relationship with your father before he left?”
Charlie thought hard about that, and at length he answered “No, I can’t say that I do. It’s like I said; he didn’t do much with me, so I didn’t have any real connection with him.”
“Well, I know that this will sound a little wierd, but try to go along with me. Do you remember not-doing things with your father? I mean, did you ask him to play catch with you, and he said “No”? Or do you remember waiting for him to come home when you got A’s on your report card? Or F’s? Do you remember a birthday party where he didn’t show up? Or when he did? What, exactly, do you remember about your father?”
“Oh, I remember a lot,” Charlie began. “I remember him being at the dinner table – – – .” Charlie’s mind wandered at this point, as he tried to dredge up a memory of his dad. After a few moments of silence D’Andra spoke again.
“Do you remember him being there on specific occasions, or do you remember that he was sort of generally there around that time?”
“Well, I remember—-. I remember the night that, – – -. Uh, I remember spilling my milk once. He grabbed me by the collar and made me go to my room.”
“That’s it? You remember once that you spilled your milk at the table and your father got upset?”
Charlie thought hard about his relationship with his father, certain that a flood of specific memories would soon erupt out of his clogged brain, and that he would then share them with D’Andra, but the flood never came. After a few minutes of this Charlie just looked a D’Andra with a puzzled expression on his face and finally said “You know what? You’re right. I don’t remember diddle about my dad. I don’t even remember what he looked like. I’ve always had an image of him in my mind, on the few occasions when I would think of him at all, but that could just as well have been a mannikin at the Sears store down at the mall.”
Charlie fell silent again, and D’Andra was silent too. He picked up his piece of toast, which was quite cold by now, and munched on it absently as he let the idea sink in that he had no true picture of his father in his mind, and hadn’t had any such picture for a very long time. D’andre was obviously giving him space to ponder this revelation, and Charlie was using this time to begin to try to sort things out.
It was at this moment that Salome decided to make her entrance. She jumped towards the back of the love seat from behind and overshot the landing, which caused her to slide over the back and tumble, a ball of fur and claws, onto the cushion right next to Charlie.
“Ah!” Charlie cried, and jumped up out of the seat. D’andre jumped as well when Charlie reacted to the unstable flying feline. Salome, the center of the commotion, decided that two startled humans watching such an undignified performance was no place for a cat to loiter and took off running towards an open doorway into a back room.
Charlie looked down and saw that his half-eaten toast with butter and jam lay face down on the hardwood floor, right next to what he suspected was a very expensive area rug.
“Oh, good grief! Excuse me! Here, let me clean this up.”
As he reached down to pick up the toast D’Andra began to giggle, and soon it swelled into a belly laugh that was infectious. Charlie soon was laughing too. D’andre brought some paper towels and a squirt bottle out of the kitchen and quickly cleaned up the mess while both of them still laughed.
“I guess I should write a textbook and advise students to never let a cranky old cat without front claws have free rein in a house when you are in a session,” she told Charlie.
“On the other hand, I don’t know of anything that can loosen you up more quickly,” he replied.
At last they sat down and returned to business. “I think this is important Charlie, but I want to move on now. I would like for you to think about your father though. Think of anything you can remember about him, and most of all think of anything you can remember about how you felt when he left. Will you do that?”
“I’ll certainly give it my best shot,” Charlie said.
“Good. Now, what about Maureen and Jack?”
Charlie shared with D’Andra the advice that he had received from Rachael and LuAnn and the guys at the Key and Lock, and especially from Billy. “I was especially impressed with Billy’s thoughts,” he said. “I think it’s possible that there’s still a job that it’s my duty to perform. No, not a job really. More like, well, I don’t know. Like a responsibility. No, it’s not that either.”
Charlie told D’Andra about the fingers in the arteries, while she listened intently. When he finished she softly said “Yes. Exactly! You tell that young man that I couldn’t say it any better than he did. On second thought, I don’t even know if I could say it that good. It’s neither a job nor a responsibility. It’s more like a will to act on behalf of someone who is in some way a part of your soul. A part of your soul that is incomplete; it’s wounded and bleeding, so to speak, and by acting to stop the bleeding from somebody else’s wound, somebody who you love, or even once loved, you are stopping the bleeding in your own wound”
D’Andra was beginning to get excited, or as close to excited as Charlie had ever seen her. “And by addressing Maureen’s wound you help with your own healing, and in the process you offer Maureen the opportunity to help in her own healing by helping you. Yes. Excellent. Charlie, I have worked very hard to learn ways to help people, but your Billy sounds like a natural. So what do you intend to do?”
“I don’t exactly know,” Charlie replied. “In less than two months billy will begin attending classes at the college. I’m taking him hunting before that, and I’ll be on my job for another couple of weeks or so. I think that between ending my job and taking Billy hunting I’ll have a couple of idle weeks. Of course, I’ll have to be looking for work, but I think I’ll take a weekend, or maybe three or four days, and fly to San Diego. I’ll visit my mother – I know that she isn’t expecting that – and I’ll call my former in-laws from her house. I hope they will allow me to speak to them. Maybe they will give a message to Maureen.”
“Mmmm. That sounds like a workable plan” D’Andra said, and then sat silently. After a moment or two she continued speaking. “I think that is a very good plan, and I would say ‘get to it.’ I wish that I could call them for you and tell them how hard you are working at getting your experiences into a proper perspective and making things right, but I guess that would run counter to just about every accepted practice in my field.
Well, Charlie. It looks like the time has flown past us again. Just to recap though, I think your willingness to step out of your comfort zone and be with a hurting friend is wonderful. This LuAnn must be a remarkable woman. Certainly, she is a lucky one to enjoy your friendship. Also, I would like for you to spend some time remembering all that you can about your father. There are some locked doors there, I think, that would benefit from being opened to let a little air in.
Lastly, I’m already excited about your trip to San Diego. Perhaps you can learn some things about your father from your mother, if she will talk about him. But most important is the chance to complete some business with your wife and son. Even if Maureen is not interested in your help or being in contact with you, you will be reaching out; doing your part. I think that will be very important as you go forward.
Now, let me wrap up the bread. No! Don’t even try to argue. If you don’t want it, take it to that excellent young man that you’re living with. No ten loaves of bread could make us even for those beautiful vegetables that you brought me. Shelby loves them too, but he grew up in the city and doesn’t know the first thing about growing vegetables. I hope that we can get around to putting in a garden some day.”
Charlie dutifully took his bread and bid D’Andra good bye. As she closed the door behind him he walked in a haze to his truck. The shock of hearing about Duane’s death was jarring enough by itself, but the possibility that his own father had more of an impact on his life, both by his presence and later by his absence, was a thought that truly shook his mind.
But he would have to think about that later. Carolyn would be waiting for him to come as soon as possible to begin putting her new kitchen back together. The external walls were once again secured, and although Luke was now free to return to his normal activities he chose to stay on and help every day that Charlie was working. Charlie enjoyed the company of both Carolyn and Luke, and must now clear his mind of distractions so that he could devote all of his attention to his work and to these two new and unexpected friends.