We had only been hanging out together in school for about a week after the party … before Lin pops the question I’ve been dreading:
“Why don’t I come over to your place?”
Yeah, why don’t you … girl-who’s-about-to-inherit-the-seventh-biggest-company-in-the-state?
“Sure thing, that’d be … fine.”
“Yeah, yeah – just come by.”
“Uh … yeah, why not? My mom’s probably home, though … “
“Well, we … it’s a small apartment … “
Suddenly the noises from the yard seem crisp and intent as if they are all zooming in on me. I glance around. Denise passes over by the shed, some new boy wrapped around her but I’m not sure if she looked in our direction.
“I’m sure I can fit in,” Lin says. “I’m not that voluptuous.” She flashes a grin, as she heaves up in her A-cup breasts and I try to find a stance that indicates to people who’re looking that we’re not having this conversation.
“Okay,” I manage to confirm. “Ye can come.”
“Okay!” Lin sparkles even more. “I can go with you after the last lesson?”
I nod, feeling as if somebody had strapped an anvil to my neck.
“Maybe I should call first? It’d be better if she’s out … “
“I wouldn’t mind meeting your mom, Carrie. I’m sure she’s nicer than mine.”
“Lin, it’s only two rooms.”
Her eyes widen, just for a sec, and then she quickly finds the ‘normal mask’ again.
“So?” Lin shrugs.
“Lin, ye live in a friggin’… castle… ”
“So maybe I’m tired of that. Did I tell you my mom’s gonna sell everything and move back to England?”
“Yeah, everything – the company’s going to some cousin or something. But she gets a lot of money. She won’t have to work for the rest of her life.”
Lin shrugs again. “I’ll tell you later. Let’s go back in. I think I saw Old Hacksaw heading our way. He probably thinks we’ve been smoking again.”
“Admit it, Lin – ye have the hots for him.”
“Oh, I’m sure the old fart likes petite girls, but I’m not gonna be one of them. I’d rather be Willie the Groundkeeper’s wife!”
We both crack up for a few, joyful moments, but enough to notice – for the first time today – that the winter sun over Cleveland feels mild.
“Yeah – who is it?”
“Mom – I’m bringing a friend home.”
“Caroline? Are ye already off from school? Guess I lost track of time there … ”
“Mom, are ye … up?”
“Yes, yes – of course, I’m up. Why are you calling, hon?”
“Ye sound … tired?”
“I just have a little headache. What is all this about? You never call from the school.”
“That’s because I can’t afford a cell, mom. If we had the money for one of them I might call a bit more often, don’t ye think? The payphones in the school basement ne’er work, remember?”
“Apparently you found one that worked, sweetie. So what’s all this about?”
“I’m just bringing a friend. We’re going to be there half an hour after the last lesson. So maybe two hours from now.”
“Do you want me to make tea? Does he drink herbal tea?”
“It’s just a girl.”
“Okay, someone from class?”
“We have some classes together.”
“So … you think she’d prefer that a little cleaning lady comes around before she steps through our door, is that it?”
“Yes, that’s what I think.”
“I’d better call her up then.”
“Please, mom. Just a little … ”
“Don’t worry. I might as well try to find those damn pills … ”
And I finally hear the blessed door to the stairway slam.
“Oh, goood – At last! She’s out!”
I fall back on my couch/bed as if I’m ready never to get up again. Then I notice where Lin is still sitting.
“ – Ye sure ye do not want to be up here?”
“I’m fine down here,” Lin assures me with a tone of honesty that chills me just for a second, although it’ll take years from now until I find out why.
She pats the floor in my room, and moves her pillow a bit around – unnecessarily, it seems. Then she sips more Diet Coke, slowly, attentively, and then continues to memorize every CD I have in the stack on my little night table.
Mariah Carey sings about heaven on the radio and outside frail snowflakes silently fall over the neighborhood and dissolve immediately as they kiss the concrete roofs.
“Your mom’s not so bad, you know.”
“Yeah … right.”
“She’s an old hippie … who spends way too much time flirting with TM and too little time getting more hours.”
“She works as a sub, right?”
“Righ’ … she just took over for a three-month run in a school downtown; sick-leave or something. But I do not think there’s anything new, or anything coming up.”
Another careful sip:
“Must be hard. My mom’s never had to worry about money, although being an English professor isn’t a goldmine. But my dad always provided the gold.”
“So ye said he left ye some of … it?”
Lin nods and looks out the window as if there was something she was missing that was waiting – just out there. But there are just the snowflakes, dying against the window.
“2 million … ”
“What?! Lin – that’s … ”
“I know. I know.”
“Jesus … “
“You’re thinking about Jesus again?”
We both welcome the laughter. It postpones the rest of the con a little.
“I’m not that much into Jesus, Lin.”
“Is your mom?”
“No, it’s more Eastern stuff … ”
“I saw that.”
“I wish we didnae have to go through the living room to get here.”
“Come on, Carrie – your apartment is not that bad.”
I get up on my elbows. Across the room Michael Jackson is sending me that look again from his poster as if to challenge me:
‘Tell her! Show her!’
But I’m not going to repeat old mistakes. I want to be Lin’s friend, even if it already feels impossible.
And it’s crazy. I know. What am I to her?! – some kind of girly Oliver Twist that she has scooped up to care about?
“I feel shitty about living here, that’s all … ”
“I can understand that.”
“Don’t give me that look. Just because I’ve been imprisoned in that cheap imitation of some French mansion for most of my childhood, doesn’t mean I liked it there!”
“No, but ye had a wee bit more space, had ye not?”
“I sure did. Do you want it? It’s for sale now.”
“Ha-ha … ”
“Look, I mean it, Carrie. I may not know what it’s like to live in a 2-roomer, I admit that. But… I can feel how much it bothers you. I can – ”
“Sure ye can.” I’m about to smack real hard with words and then I remember that it wasn’t so long ago that I did that – to Lin. And almost lost her before I ever got to know her.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that … ”
“No,” Lin interrupts. “I’m sorry, I … ” She looks down. “You’re a good person, Carrie. One of the best I ever met.”
“Ye hardly know me.”
“Trust me, I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.”
“Why do ye want ta know me? I live in this dump and you … ”
“I suppose …”
I send her the firmest ‘it’s-closing-time-for-this-subject’-look.
Lin finally gets up from the floor, up on the couch.
She takes a deep breath, pulls her legs up to tailor-position, and lets her hands drop in between, fingers slightly folded as if she’s readying for prayer.
“Carrie – what if I bought you a condo? Just for you?”
“Are ye crazy?”
“No, I’m about to become a millionaire.” She shrugs as if she was talking about what’s for lunch. “Okay, the money is not mine until I’m 18, but that’s a little over a year away, we can look for the right place in the meantime.”
“Lin – I can’t … I … ”
“Why not? You hate living with your mom. This place is way too small. I don’t have any use for the money – I don’t even want them. It’ll be a win-win. I’ll donate the rest to charity or something.”
“I just can’t … It’ll be too m… ”
“Why not?” She sounds almost aggressive. “Do you often get an offer like this?”
“No, but … it’s just too m-much … ”
“Too much to receive? Why?!”
I am at a total loss for words. Mariah Carey does her high note, and I kill the radio immediately. But it’s only a one-second respite.
“Lin, I cannot receive that much money from a … ”
“ … a stranger? I thought we were friends!”
“We are. I mean we’ve known each other for a week but we’re – we’re friends.”
“We are. And we’ve known each other longer.”
“Yes, we have. Yes, but we started being … friends for real … a week ag- Lin this is crazy! Ye cannot buy me a bloody condo!”
“What if I want to?”
Something’s shining in her eyes, but it’s something I dare not look at it. It’s that kind of shining that comes in the eyes before you take your last breath or something.
Then she sees just what she did to me and –
“Forget it – just forget it. It was a stupid suggestion anyway. And maybe you’ll hate me after Christmas anyway, and then you wouldn’t want to be indebted to me like that. Stupid. I say crazy, stupid things sometimes. Can you forgive me?”
I want to smile. Then, with just a little bit of willpower, I manage to make it. And it feels like a relief:
“I say crazy stupid things sometimes, too.”
“Good – ” Lin smiles, too, but quickly. “Then we’re made for each other.”
“Do ye … do ye want to listen to something else?”
“What you got? More Mariah?”
“Yeah … how about Michael, then?” She nods towards the poster, where MJ is frozen in eternal moonwalking.
“Ye like his new album?”
“Love it. Put it on.”
“ … friggin’ CD-player’s making trouble again.”
“Try knocking on it.”
“I already did – oh, there.”
“I want to hear number three first. On disc 2!”
“Oh – okay. I’ll just change it.”
“You don’t have to if it’s too much trouble.”
“No, no, not at all. There. Ah – Jesus is with us today. It works!”
Snickers – both of us – and they feel bloody good, too. (I’m sure Jesus won’t mind.)
And then there’s Michael, and more Diet Cokes, and more dying snowflakes, and more talking about… everything. And Deborah wisely stays out until late in the evening, but by that time Lin’s already caught a cab home, and I’m left alone in my room without really believing that she was there, to begin with.
Something automatic kicks in, something that doesn’t want to accept this new reality. It’s too weird. Too far out.
It’s not happening.
Adeline Alexandra Kouris did not just drop by for Diet Coke in my messy little room.
And we did not have a good time.
It just didn’t happen. It couldn’t.
Not… her and me?
I try to convince myself that the first real friend I’ve made here in Cleve is probably already gone when Christmas is over. It couldn’t possibly last. We’re too different.
I mean, didn’t she just offer to buy me my own place to live? Of all the crazy…
No, it can’t last. I think maybe it was the last time when I closed the front door after her. I should feel relieved.
I really should.
I keep rehashing it, over and over, in my mind before I go to sleep – as if to find some way to convince my brain that this was really both the first and last time.
But all I can think of is that when I really admit to myself… what I want… then I know that it’s not to close the door on her as I did a few hours ago:
“So … have ye been to your father’s funeral, yet?”
She shakes her head, whilst at the same time having a minor struggle with her overcoat. It looks a bit ludicrous and I almost manage to forget that it isn’t.
Lin doesn’t mention her father’s funeral again and I don’t ask.
Just as I don’t ask about the condo again.
After all… we can’t just receive that kind of gift from someone we’ve barely known for a week.
But it would sure be good if we could.
Last edited 22 Oct 2021