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She Wants to Kill Me – Roady Series Episode 32

How is it that I’m standing around like a teenager while my Mom chats up a storm showing off her cast, telling her story on the courthouse steps? I can tell by her gesturing that she’s saying how much pain she endured.
I’m missing a morning of work; money I sorely need if I’m going to get out of town. I really wish she would cut the dramatics short.
I turn and there’s Anne. She comes right over to me and the next thing I know, she’s in my arms.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers in my ear. Her arms are so tight around me like I’m a life preserver and she’ll drown without me. I hold her as she softly cries into my shoulder.
“It’s just Bobby’s mom, she’s not doing so well,” Anne tells me. “She submerges me in her grief and everything feels wrong like I did something to hurt her then I’m short with you.”
I take her face in my hands. “It’s okay Anne. You’re allowed to grieve. He was your first love. You don’t owe me anything.”
She smiles through her tears. “Tyler?”
“You really don’t get it do you?”
“I do and it’s okay.”
“No,” she says. “You left. I gave up.” Her face is twisted in pain. “I would have married Bobby. It would have been a lie and now he’s gone.”
Our eyes lock. I absorb all she’s said and feel deep inside me an empty place filling, pieces fitting together.
“I left,” I say. “Because there was no other way to escape Linda. Ever since that Fourth of July, you messed with my head and nothing between Linda and I was the same.”
Anne laughs, a sad laugh but then I add my laugh, only for me it starts to be truly funny. Then we are both laughing. Finally I pull her close again and we kiss.
In my peripheral vision, I see Mom giving me a little wave and right behind her, Linda with a look to kill.

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Judged and Guilty- Roady Series Episode 31

I thought things might settle down for a while but I was wrong. Mom plays nurse to Roady who soaks up her attention like I never did a nice thing for him. He lounges on the couch, with a hand knit pillow under his head. Mom strokes his fur and he gives a contented groan. It may have a lot to do with the pain killers, but he doesn’t seem to know that. If she gets up, he follows her with his eyes and gives a gruff if she goes into the next room. She hobbles using a cane. If he hears the cane go silent, then he starts to bark.

I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. He associates the blissful high of the meds with her presence. As I’m taking this in, there’s a knock at the door. I open it to the sheriff. He delivers a subpoena to Mom. She’s to testify in court as part of a suit against the other driver in the accident.

A week later, Roady is weaned off the meds but he still whimpers when my mother leaves the house. The boys get dropped off at Vacation Bible School conveniently starting this morning. Mom and I go to the courthouse.

I sit on a hard wood bench like I’m in church waiting as Mom is briefed on what to expect. I brought a handbook on electrical installations that Jerry lent to me. I’m focused on studying circuit diagrams when I look up. Across the way, in the front row, there’s Anne.
Of course, I should have expected her to be here. She doesn’t see me. I wonder if I should sit further back, hide.
She has not called or texted since our last conversation. With Roady’s accident and all that brought on, I haven’t thought about what to do. Should I do something? She told me not to come back which meant she didn’t want to see me again, right? I don’t even know exactly what went wrong. That’s worth knowing if I can muster the courage.
She turns and catches my eye. There’s no smile or wave, and I realize, the pained look on her face is not because of me. It’s for Bobby. I hope my face reflects that I understand but I never know for sure what I’m communicating to her. My track record isn’t that great.

I listen as Mom gives her testimony. When she gets to the part where she sees the other car coming through the red light and knows the motorcyclist doesn’t “have a chance in hell” to get out of the way, I hear soft sobbing from a woman sitting next to Anne. Must be Bobby’s mother. Anne is gripping her hand and her head is bowed, clearly crying too.
For some reason this scene of grief makes me feel guilty. Who am I to be moving in on this sweet woman who lost her first love? I’m a louse. I need to leave town, escape a new trail of mistakes. It’s time.

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Private Property – Roady Series Episode 30

There’s a space between calm and disaster, a blessed space; the moment before the trial is fully understood. A deep subconsciousness that has run ahead, greeted the trouble but kept it a secret. Then the mind catches up and there’s no reprieve.

I have that moment when I ask where Roady is. Junior and I lock eyes and I know we have perceived disaster at the same time. He throws down the game controller and runs out the back door.
“Liam!” I call. “Liam!” No answer. Junior comes up next to me as I walk up the gravel driveway.
“No sign of them in the back,” he says.
My eyes are on a man with an orange fluorescent vest coming towards us. He is carrying something in his arms. It’s not a boy. My relief is fleeting when I see Roady’s head lolled to the side, his tongue hanging.
“This your dog?” He comes up the drive to us. “Shouldn’t let him run loose.”
One of his paws is sticky black with tar.
“Don’t talk to my brother like that!” Junior shouts with the bravado of a full grown man.
“Just saying,” the man said.
“Get the hell off this property,”Junior says.
Roady makes a soft, whistling whine as he is handed over to me. The man trudges off. I am frozen. I can’t move. I can’t think. I see Roady’s chest barely lifting for a breath.
“Is he okay?” Junior says his voice wavering, a tear runs down his face. He brushes it aside like a mosquito.
“I’ve got to get him to a vet.” My brain engages. I carry Roady to the car, lay him carefully in the back seat on my sleeping bag. Junior slides in next to him.

The vet tells me that technically Roady’s injuries are not life threatening. He broke his back leg in three places, has a cracked rib, heavy bruising. The problem is to put him back together is not cheap and there’s still a high risk of infection. The rib may have splintered, it could be much worse once they opened him up.
“What do you want to do?”
There’s Roady laid out on the stainless steel table. I see that small body and I see a dog who defied death once, who accepted me as a friend, showed me loyalty, comfort, a listening ear like no person ever had. I know what I’m going to do and it will cost me all I’ve saved and even my gas money stash. I came with barely a dollar in my pocket. It looks like that’s the way I’ll return. Not what I hoped for but I need this dog to live, need him more than money.

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Paving the Road to Hell – Roady Series Episode 29

I should have paid attention to the storm brewing. I should have known that a boy that troubled was bound to spread trouble and the trouble went like this.
For some reason the Grangetown public works department saw to it that July was the month to finally pave the streets of the scraggly neighborhood at the edge of town. The streets weren’t actually unpaved, but they might as well have been for how cracked, crumbled and potholed they were.
Stan cursed up a storm every morning and night. I was right there with him. The construction crew with all their noisy equipment clogged my way out even at seven in the morning. Then, they randomly closed the road or worse abandoned their work for days leaving gaping holes, shredded layers of pavement and even a section of sticky tar that looked like someone screwed up the recipe. I had to keep Roady on a leash again because there was too much going on, men and trucks.
“It’ll just be a little while,” I consoled him as I walked him. He was a freestyle dog. The leash was a double confinement. He couldn’t run and he couldn’t choose his own way. Taking him on the job site wasn’t an option because I’m working indoors now and Jerry won’t allow it. That meant his days were spent, lounging around with the boys as they sweated the hot day away playing on an old wii system that Stan bought off a friend. Mostly Junior played and the rest watched him. I got roped into playing Mario Kart against him. I beat him which he handled well saying he helped me win. Liam yanked the controller from Junior’s hand.
“You won’t beat me,” he said. “And I’m not helping you.”
“Okay little man,” I said. I’m a little taken aback by the hostility in his voice and I decide I’ll let him win. At least that was the plan. He’s no good at it though and kept driving off the track. There’s nothing I could do but win. He threw the controller down. His brothers yelled at him.
“If you broke it, I’m going to kill you!” Clinton said picking it up like it was a baby.
Liam yelled back, his face bright red. The next thing I knew, they all grabbed for the same controller. They were going to break it.
“Who wants an ice pop?” I said. Four faces turn my way. Liam still scowled. I went to the kitchen to get the pops. When I came back, Liam was gone and then I noticed, so was Roady.

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Get the Story Straight – Roady Series Episode #28

There are times when it might be better to quit on a day, just turn in and sleep until the sun comes up again. That’s what I should’ve done after I got my car back. Instead, I let my growling stomach take me to the back corner table at Steak N Shake.

Anne slides into the booth as soon as she puts in my order.
“You didn’t go to work today?” She asks.
I tell her the car story but she’s not buying it any more than anyone I’ve tried it on. Next person who asks, I’ll tell the truth straight up. Anne looks at me like she’s trying to decide if she should push for more information. I feel like she’s peeling back my skull and peering right into my brain.
“Look, I was out drinking last night. It was dumb. I’ve got a hangover.”
She mines my brain a little more. What is she thinking? I need to know. I can’t stand the wordless inquisition. “I’m a loser, Anne. Not the kind of person you want to be with. I don’t know why you’re interested in me anyway.”
Her face turns red, a message I don’t need words to understand. “Tyler Rowan how can you be so stupid?”
“I said it was dumb. It’s the first time in almost a year.”
“Interested in you? Is that what you think? Like you’re some kind of flavor of ice cream?”
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“Do you know what that sounds like? As if I go around kissing anyone because I’m interested in finding out what it’s like?”
“I…but…I meant that…”
“I know what you meant. This is nothing to you. We’re nothing. Just a flash in the pan to see how bright it gets.”
“No, Anne. Did you hear me? I got drunk. What is someone like you doing with me?”
“So, now I’m with you?” She stands up. “No I’m not. You’re right. Don’t come back here, okay?”
She doesn’t even give me a chance to answer before she’s gone into the back room.
This day is lining up to be one of the worst and it isn’t over. I get my order to go, stuff the egg sandwich into my mouth, then wash down some home fries with lukewarm coffee and call it breakfast at noon. At least I don’t feel like throwing up anymore. I make my way back to the house, park in my usual spot and stretch out to sleep with Roady happily squished at my side. I’m not ten minutes into closing out the day early, a fine plan on this ugly day when Liam hangs his head over the open window.
“Why you sleeping instead of working?”
“Why did you skip school today?”
He looks away. “It was Junior’s fault.”
“Well you skipped work.”
Time to come clean. “I drank too much last night.”
Liam’s head shoots up. “What? You don’t drink.”
“I did and I’m sorry I did it.”
“I hate you,” Liam yells then runs away.
Maybe I should have told the car story one more time.

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A Stray’s Life – Roady Episode 27

Losing a day of pay causes the pain in my head to magnify. Losing Jerry’s respect makes me want to crawl under a rock. I use the excuse of my car but he knows and he’s not the only one, Mom is onto me too. She asks why I’m hanging around on a Tuesday, a typical work day. I tell her the car story. She peers at me with those eyes that know things about me that I don’t want to know. I hand her a plate of pancakes hoping to distract her. She takes a bite. I sigh in relief and turn to go back into the kitchen.
“What were you drinking last night?” She says mouth full of pancake. “Whiskey, wasn’t it?”
“Does it matter?” I say continuing to the kitchen. I take the bowl scraped clean of batter. I made breakfast for all the kids, Stan and finally mom. I couldn’t take a bite. Though now, I’m suddenly ravenous, but there’s nothing left. I look up from the empty bowl and there’s mom in the doorway. She hobbled her way to me. Progress. Good.
“Where’d you sleep if you don’t have your car?”
“Does it matter?” I say again.
“I don’t know why you’re sleeping in that car anyway, like you’re some kind of homeless person with no family. You should be sleeping in the house. We’ve got a couch, or we could put up a cot.”
I start to wash the bowl turning my back toward her.
“What is my house not good enough for you?” I hear her behind me but I don’t face her.
“It’s fine.”
“Then why don’t you act like you’re part of this household?”
“Don’t you get it?” I say whirling around, my head blaring, my stomach churning. “I don’t want to be part of this household. Ever!” I yell for emphasis.
There’s a loud thud. A back pack thrown to the floor. “Maybe we don’t want you anyway,” a voice as angry as mine yells back.
“Liam!” Mom says. “Why aren’t you at school?”
“I missed the damn bus because damn Junior told me to get something in the shed right when it came.”
“Don’t you cuss like that. Where have you been for the last hour?”
“Been sittin on Tyler’s bed, in the shed. There wasn’t no chocolate bar there like Junior said.”
Mom turns to me. “The shed? Really? What are you some kind of stray dog?”
On cue Roady trots into the room. If only I could be him.

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The Snake Bite – Roady Series Episode 26

Mistakes happen in the blink of an eye, same as car accidents. If only the tapes could roll back, I would pay my future earnings to do it the afternoon I once more crossed paths with Linda. I should have known that when it took me five times to finally start my car that morning, it was a sign. Something was wrong and to not open the hood and take a look was pure stupidity. I give myself the award for having the most. I didn’t want to miss a day of work. The pay was starting to add up. It made my words to Anne about not leaving truthful.

So of course on my way home, sweaty, beat and ready to crash from starvation, my car breaks down. I’m standing there on the dusty shoulder of route thirty seven contemplating how far I need to walk to get to town, when a black Jeep pulls over in front of my dead Corolla.
Linda jumps out. “Hey, Ty. Thought that was you. Where have you been?”
“Been around.”
“Everyone says they’ve seen you. Everyone except me. Did you forget to stop over?”
“I’m working out at the new development. Not around town much.”
“Looks like you’re not going anywhere tonight.” She pulls out her phone and starts making a call.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling Parker to send a tow.”
“What? No!” The last thing I need is her brother doing me a favor.
“Don’t be an ass. You need help. He’ll send one of his guys. Take it to the garage. He’ll take care of it and don’t worry, I’ll make sure he gives you the family rate.”
“I can fix it myself. Just need an alternator. Give me a jump would you?”
She stares at me then breaks out in laughter. When I don’t smile back, she shakes her head. “You won’t make it home.” She gets on the phone again.
Fifteen minutes later, my car is rolling away, hooked up to a truck emblazoned with “Wheelers Wheels” on top of graphic of four wheels on fire.
“You look hungry,” Linda says. “I’ll fix you some dinner.” We get in her Jeep.
“Where are your kids?” I ask as I slide into the passenger seat and don’t hear any crying.
“They’re with their daddy at Jake’s parents. We don’t get along you know. Best I stay here.”
“Take me to the garage,” I tell her.
“There’s no rush to go there. Parker’s not going to look at it until tomorrow morning anyways.”
“Then take me home. Please,” I add.
“I’m taking you to my place and making dinner. It won’t kill you to come talk to me for a little while. You could show a little appreciation for my rescuing you.”
I’m too tired and too hungry to object.

She makes greasy cheese burgers and French fries. I eat three.
“Forgot what a hog you are,” she says head resting on her hand, watching me eat like I’m a freak show. Then she gives me this far away look.
“Whatever you’re thinking, you better forget it.”
“I’m not thinking anything,” she says snapping free of it. She takes two beers out of the fridge and puts one down in front of me.
I push it back. “No thanks.”
“What? Since when have you gone dry?”
I don’t answer. I finish the last bite of a burger and ask for a glass of water. Linda hangs the bottle of beer in front of my face. “Really you don’t want a nice cold one to wash down all those burgers?”
No one told me to stop drinking. No one said if you drink again your life is over. Why am I being such a Teetotaler? What would one cold beer do to me? I take the beer from her hand and twist off the top and take a long deep guzzle. Had to be the best beer of my life, the best. Linda sits across from me with big snakey smile. She takes the cover off a wood box in the middle of the table.
“Play some cards with me.” She starts dealing out the cards. They slide over the slippery laminate surface like water skimmers in a pond.
“I’ve got to get home.”
She laughs. “I hardly think Stan’s house is home to you.”
“Home is bed, sleep. I’ve got another early day. Need to deal with the car.”
“There’s a bed here for you. No need to go rushing home.”
I get up from the table. “I’m leaving now. Thanks for dinner.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Linda says. “Play a round of Rummy with me. Come on you’ve eaten a week’s worth of hamburger the least you could do is keep me from dying of boredom tonight.”
I don’t want to feel like I owe her but my belly is full and that beer has dulled the edge of senses. I sit back down and we start a game. I don’t even notice that my first beer is replaced for another. I realize at the third that I’ve gone beyond the one innocent, refreshing drink. But I don’t blink an eye when she sets a shot glass in front of me and pours whiskey from a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels. When the cards start to blur and I’m not sure if six goes before or after seven, my eyes look to the bottle on the table and it registers that it’s almost gone.
“I’m done,” I say. I get up almost knocking over my chair.
“You can sleep on the couch.”
“I’m going home.” I head for the door.
“How’re you going to get there?” She says breaking out into a fit of giggles. “You can’t even walk a straight line.”
“Need the fresh air.” I get myself outside. Linda stands in the doorway watching me going up the sidewalk.
“You’re not going the right way.”
It’s gotta be after midnight and she’s yelling at me.
“You’re such a jerk leaving me.”
I keep going. The sticky warm air fills my lungs and gets stuck there like I’m swimming under water. I wretch into some bushes. Must be too much too fast.
Somehow, I find my way home and crash in the only place I can find, on a blue tarp in the old metal shed. The last thought I have before I’m out cold is, I hope the snake doesn’t get me. When I wake the next morning, it’s clear the snake found me.

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A Dove of Peace or Trouble? – Roady Series Episode 25

What is it about women that they know what to do, what to say when someone is falling apart?
“You lost your father?”
“I didn’t know him.”
I go on to tell her about the accident with the swing and how it drove him to drown in alcohol and then leave us. Anne squeezes my hand even tighter. Just now I notice her thigh is pressed against mine.
Then it happens, like it should. My arm slips around her waist and I pull her close. She looks into my eyes before she closes them and we kiss, soft and sweet. Her breath is moist against my face as our lips hover in the limbo of what’s next. It’s a momentary pause, that slips easily into full searching kisses, desperate, like we waited too long, years even, to know the warmth of each other’s mouths, the heat radiating up our necks, the peachy fragrance of her lip gloss mixing with salty sweat of me. Without meaning to I press her down until we are prone on the bench and still we kiss. When I know I want more than just her kisses, I pull away. As I shift, the bench swings back and we are both dumped onto the plank wood floor of the gazebo. The swing comes from behind and clunks me in the head.
Anne breaks out in laughter. “I guess Dad had something to say about that!”
We lay there flat, under the swing. I touch the softness of her face and her smile fades. Her eyes hold a soulful dilemma. I don’t perceive it right away. I think maybe she has just thought of Bobby, but then she speaks. She lifts up the bird pendant and I know in that instant, it’s a dove. I never saw it before.
“Do you believe in God?” she asks.
“I do.” I’m not lying. I believe there is a God, but I’m fairly certain I’m not in his club.
“Do you believe in Jesus?”
“I don’t know what that means.” When I was a kid, mom dropped me off every summer to Vacation Bible school. I learned about Christmas and Easter but it never felt real to me any more than Noah and his ark. I brush a stray hair from her face. She sits up and I follow her lead. We don’t get back on the swing but move to the edge of the stairs. We are shoulder to shoulder and she grasps my hand like she doesn’t dare let it go.
“If you die would you go to heaven or hell?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I was kind of hoping I could do some extra credit along the way to pass the grade, make it to heaven or at least get to that place, what is it purgatory? Pay up for awhile, not end up burning forever.”
“That’s quite a plan,” she says with an amused smile. She rubs the pendant again.
“A dove, not a cross?” I ask her.
She looks down at the silver bird. “I can’t forget the cross or how Jesus gave himself to pay for my sins. I don’t need to wear a cross. But sometimes I forget that he has given me peace, all I need to live in this contentious world.”
“Peace?” To me that is as elusive as happiness. Just getting by everyday with a little love from my dog and once in awhile the comfort of another human being, that’s as close as I get to either.
“Peace with God. Peace from God,” Anne says with not a flicker of doubt.
In all my life I have never thought of God as a source of peace. Judgement, yes. Punishment, yes. And why not? I’ve done some bad things. Hurt people. Stolen stuff when I was really desperate. I’m trying not to be that way, trying not to make the same mistakes but really, I’m pretty good at finding new ones.
Anne is staring at me and I realize I am staring at her looking for the path she’s convinced she has. Then she does it, she unclamps her necklace and puts it around my neck.
“No,” I say trying to open the small clasp. “You just said you need this.”
She pulls my hands away. “Borrow it, until you know what it means.”
“Anne,” I say measuring my words carefully. I did not kiss her for the thrill of it. I kissed her because I want to be in that space with her, that closeness not reserved for just anyone. The connection that says, you mean more to me than just a girl I came across. The thought of losing that ground with her, is splitting me in half, but more than anything, I can’t lead her on. I can’t be dishonest. Even in my ignorance of all things Christian, I know that is a sin I will not commit.
“It won’t mean the same thing to me. I’ll think of you only, not God.”
She lifts the pendant from my throat, only a moment ago it was resting on hers, safe, holy, charged with faith. Now it is on mine where it does not belong except for the sweet sentiment in her heart.
“That’s fine. Precept on precept, faith comes.”
I laugh. To hear her even suggest I would have her kind of faith sounds ridiculous. Then I realize what a callous ass I am. Her hand freezes on the dove. I think she will rip it off and storm away from me. But, she doesn’t. She smiles, warmly.
“No worries, Tyler, I’ll pray for you.”
That is no laughing matter. I’m terrified.

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Seated in Love- Roady Series Episode #24

It’s nine thirty. I’m in my car again. All I can do is stare at my phone. Is it too late to call? Then it hits me. Text her. I can do that. I can.
In a second, a text comes back.
What now?
It was good to see you today.
What else can I say? I’m stuck, really stuck. I can’t tell her how as soon I saw her, my heart started pounding and I felt light headed. I can’t tell her that until that moment I had been telling myself I didn’t miss her, didn’t think about her, didn’t feel like I lost the best treasure I ever found. She can’t know that I wait at the stop sign by Steak and Shake every morning sometimes for a few minutes fighting with myself to have the courage to go in.
Rejection digs so deep in me, risking it when I’ve been on the edge of the void of depression, requires courage I’m clean out of.
Call me. She texts finally.
I press the phone icon.
“Hi,” I say.
“Are you busy?”
“As busy as you are.”
I laugh. She giggles.
“Meet me at the park?”

It takes me fifteen minutes to get to town to Veteran’s Memorial park. She’s standing under the archway over the entrance. There’s a spotlight shining down on her black glossy hair. Her lips are shining too. She’s dressed in neat khaki capris with a pale pink loose T-shirt. On her feet white canvas sneakers. Everything about her is modesty and understatement. I’m consumed with the desire to wrap my arms around her. But as I approach the desire is tempered by how she looks at me, like I’m a friend, a brother. I suddenly realize I’m wearing the same beat up T-shirt I had on shopping today. Damn I could have at least put on a clean shirt.

She gives me a smile. Maybe I’m not just her friend. I don’t want to be just friends. Really. Can she tell? Am I dripping with desire, puddling all my feelings at her feet?
“That was weird.”
“What?” I wonder for a moment if I said my thoughts out loud.
“How you left that night and never came around again.”
“I’ve been working, a lot.”
She nods dismissively. “That call. It was my pastor. I have the chance to go to Costa Rica as a youth leader.”Her face is lit up. We start down the path. It’s not dark. There are fairy lights on the bushes that line the walkway.
“That’s something.”
“Over fall break,” she says. “I guess you’ll be gone by then.”
“I guess.”
We’re walking side by side, close. I want to take her hand. I want to but I don’t. “I might stay,” I say. She stops, looks at me. “Would you?”
Why do I feel like this conversation has a lot more weight to it than just the words? What am I doing? It feels like a commitment. I should tell her I need to go, that I’m sick or something, anything to stop this. Instead I take her hand and she doesn’t pull away.
We reach the middle, where the gazebo is. I freeze a blanket of recognition drops over me.
“What’s wrong?”
I look at the lights outlining the octagon shape. There’s a glowing yellow light shining down on a swing. The back is carved with a scene centered on two swans with necks intertwined.
“I think my father made that swing,” I say. All these years and I never knew. We step up into the gazebo. Anne sits on the swing. “I’ve always loved it.” She runs her hand over the carved wood. “So beautiful. If your dad made this, he was quite an artist.” She holds her hand out, ushering me to the seat.
I sit down and I’m surrounded by my father as though I’m a child sitting in his lap. I feel the intensity of his mind, focused on carving it just so, planning the grace of the birds, the detail that shows the devotion of the two. The waters of a lake rippling across the solid surface. The patience of hours to smooth the surface, to join the pieces, to hang the cables. Then like a violent flash of lightening, the vision of a man throwing himself onto the swing, the jingle of falling chains, the sick sound of breaking bones. I’m there. The beauty of his creation becoming the beast of his anguish. An echo of regret wells up in me. How can I let these emotions overtake me? But I do, and I’m broken down next to Anne who squeezes my hand and says nothing, asks nothing, just sits there with me.

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She Found Me – Roady Series Episode 23

I hate grocery shopping. Hate it. How did my Friday nights become a junior episode of supermarket sweep? It’s better than having all the boys hanging on the cart begging me to buy pop and chips though. I send the two oldest off together with a small list. I know they’ll probably horse around and be a pain in the ass for a store employee but I’m okay with that. The store person is getting paid and I’m getting the shopping done faster. Home base is the cereal aisle. I finish my list and keep Clinton and JJ busy looking at all the cereal boxes. Great plan!
Great until Junior comes back without Liam.
“I don’t know where he is. He was supposed to get his half of the list.” He dumps two cans of tomato sauce and two boxes of spaghetti along with a bag of Twizzlers. I take the candy out and put it on the shelf next to oatmeal.
“Which aisle did you leave him in?”
“Don’t remember.” His voice cracks with challenge.
“Go and find him.”
“Not gonna.”
“You will or you’re walking home.”
“What? I can’t walk home. It’s miles.”
JJ and Clinton are looking between us, eyes wide open. Clinton does not look worried. There’s a little curl of his lip like he’s about to laugh. I’m not sure I like that he is relishing his brother’s impending punishment.
I point. “Go!”
“I’m telling dad you were going to leave me at the store.”
I’m just about to say I don’t give a damn when at the end of the aisle, there’s Liam red faced but not crying. Anne is right behind him.
“Look who I found,” Anne says.
I can’t think of a single word to say.
“Liam,” I manage to sputter out. Liam comes over to the cart and places each of his items inside one by one.
Anne comes closer and says to me, “I was talking about you.”
Again I am tongue tied.
“Where have you been?”
“You don’t eat breakfast anymore? No one gets seated at your table you know.”
“I thought we stopped that.”
“I can’t take break every morning but that doesn’t mean you can’t come!”
“Well I thought you didn’t…” I’m not even sure where I’m going with this. Why am I such an idiot around her?
“Didn’t what?”
My mouth hangs open. “I mean….it’s just that…you have things going on…”
“Tyler Rowen, What is that matter with you? Give me your phone.”
I hand over my phone like my arm is programmed to her voice command. She types away. I hear a bell go off. She hands back my phone and takes out hers. “You have my number now. Call me some time, okay?”
She gives me the brightest smile in the universe.
“Okay.” Then she’s gone and I’m left with Liam and Junior yanking the cart in all directions until it crashes into a display of Minion fruit chews. JJ and Clinton start picking up the fallen boxes and putting them in the cart. I don’t care. I stare at my phone that now has Anne Mason as a contact. I think I might change my mind about what I think about grocery shopping.