Part 8
Senator James Sloan Evans stood in front of the microphone, gazing out at the sea of semi-interested faces, as he addressed the students at Cal State University-Los Angeles. His scheduled remarks had just concluded, and he braced himself for the questions from reporters that were sure to follow.
His advance staff had tried to keep the members of the press to a minimum, since the senator was still trying to get comfortable with the pugnacious style that most reporters displayed. He was used to a very civil style of discourse, both at the firm, and in his daily life, and he was having a little trouble adjusting. On more than one occasion, a staff member had to catch his eye and make a discreet "kill" sign to urge him to stop talking about an issue that they were not ready to have made public, and he was slowly learning to dance around every question revealing little, if anything.
After the expected questions about the economy, his support for Vice President Gore in the November election, and his insistence that he would not be running for re-election, a young man, probably a student, finally was allowed to step to the microphone. "Senator Evans," he began, his voice shaking from nervousness, "could you describe your stance on Proposition 22?"
Jim hid a smile, pleased that he was up to date on the party line, and comfortable with the position the administration had decided upon. "My stance on this proposition has been consistent. I am unequivocally opposed to it. Even though this is a state, not a federal matter, I think its a wrongheaded ploy by a small group of right wing zealots to push their agenda forward at the expense of gay men and lesbians. This proposition is totally unnecessary, and will lead to nothing less than an increase in divisive rhetoric. I think we have quite enough of that in the country at the moment," he concluded firmly.
The young man nodded and went back to his seat, his place taken by a newspaperman from the Los Angeles Times. "Could you explain how the proposition would divide the state, Senator? The wording couldnt be simpler," he explained. "It merely states that in the state of California, marriage is defined as a union between a man and a woman. That doesnt seem so divisive to me."
"If the backers of the proposition were merely trying to clear up a point of confusion, I would have no argument," Jim said. "But case law and judicial opinions have consistently held that marriage in this state is only valid between men and women. The backers dont want to clarify the law they want to make this a referendum on behavior that they dont approve of. I guarantee that they will tout a winning vote as evidence that the people of the state are opposed to gay rights even though gay rights are not addressed in this proposition. I assure you that the backers of the plan are using this to advance their own goals. Why else would the advertisements imply that this proposition is the only thing stopping people of the same sex from marrying? Thats not so and thats why I think the measure is mean-spirited and divisive."
Several other reporters now started shouting questions at him, but Jims handlers decided that hed said enough for one afternoon. The last question was loud enough to be heard even over the din. "Does the fact that your daughter is a lesbian influence your vote, Senator?" The small band began to play, and soon the noise overwhelmed the shouted questions, and the senator was able to leave the stage after waving to the moderately enthusiastic crowd.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Wow," Jason Farlington sighed as he settled into the roomy leather seat of the limo that would take Jim and Kayla back to the airport. "My life flashed before my eyes. Anyone else?"
Jim gave his chief aide a sharp look and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
The younger man sat up straighter and cleared his throat nervously. "Oh! just that uhm well, that were vulnerable on the proposition. Weve got to avoid it, Senator at all costs."
"Vulnerable?" the low, slow voice asked. "Vulnerable how, Jason?"
He knew he had been caught, so he decided to be totally honest. "Everyone knows that your daughter is gay, sir. Its a live grenade. Every time this issue has come up, weve managed to dodge it, but that cant last forever. Im hoping we dont get dragged into a big thing before the primary. The Veep doesnt need this shit."
Jims eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared as he spat, "Al Gore can kiss my ass! My daughters private life is her business! Not yours not anyones!"
"Of course, of course," Jason backpedaled. "No one with any brains cares about her sexual preference, Senator. But its still a weak spot, and Id like to continue to run every time it comes up." He cleared his throat and mentioned the point that had bothered him the most. "You said something thats not on message, sir, and I "
"Now what?" he growled, sick to death of being dictated to by underlings.
"You said two words that cant ever be used to your advantage especially given your daughters uhm "
Eyes narrowing to slits, Jim cocked his head, waiting for the younger man to finish his thought.
"You said gay rights, sir," he swallowed. "Its bad enough to say gay, but its a time bomb to ever merge the word gay with rights. The other side will find some way to take your statement out of context and "
Jim held up a hand, as Kayla shifted uncomfortably in the seat next to him. "Enough. I get the message. You wont have to tell me again." Closing his eyes, he allowed his head to drop back onto the seat, as Kayla and Jason shared an anxious look over his head. His quiet voice startled both of them. "This god damned proposition means nothing, and how my daughter spends her time means nothing to the people of this state!"
"That would be nice," Jason said, his voice as soothing as he could make it. "But, its not reality, sir."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Now that Ryan was feeling so much better, she and Amanda had tapered off to speaking three times a week on the phone. Much to her surprise, Ryan struggled a little with the diminution of their contact, but she knew she had to get used to dealing with her feelings on her own, so she did her best to express how she felt about the reduced sessions, rather than give in to the temptation to increase them again.
They had consciously tried to limit their discussions to focusing on the carjacking, and all of the fallout from the event. Now, nearly eight weeks since the trauma, there was only one thing that Ryan had on her agenda. Placing her Wednesday morning call to Amanda, Ryan decided to broach the topic. "Ive decided on my plan for revenge," she said quietly.
Amanda didnt rise to the bait, merely saying, "Yes?"
"Uh-huh. I know weve talking about this several times, Amanda, but I dont think I can let go of my anger without some satisfaction."
There was a long silence, while Amanda waited to make sure Ryan was finished. Then she said, "I understand your impulse, Ryan, but as Ive said before, its awfully difficult to exact revenge. I only want you to be certain youve thought this through."
"I have," she insisted. "And, strangely enough, Jamies father has helped me focus my feelings. Hes helped me to see that its not merely revenge that Im seeking. At this point, I also need restitution."
"Jamies father, huh? That seems like a curious alliance, Ryan."
"Yeah, I guess it is. But he was quite helpful, Amanda. He has a certain uhm expertise in this area."
"Do you want people to say the same thing about you, Ryan? Would you like it if your family or friends thought you were the person to see to get advice on how to pay someone back for doing them harm?"
Ryan thought about the question for a moment, finally saying, "You know, a few months ago I would have said no. But now, I think Id be fine with people acknowledging that I wont lie down and let someone screw me over."
"Im not making any judgment about your seeking revenge," the therapist said. "Im only trying to make sure that you can deal with the feelings youll have. You have an awfully gentle soul, Ryan, and I dont want this experience to scar you."
"Thanks," Ryan said softly. "I do have a pretty gentle soul, but I have a tendency to be too forgiving sometimes. In this case, I think it would be good for me to get a little retribution, as well as a little revenge. I think its my due, Amanda."
"I cant argue with you, Ryan, and I can see how much thought youve given to this. I hope you get some satisfaction."
"I do, too," she said. "But even if I dont get any satisfaction from the revenge, the restitution angle will make me feel better. Of that, Im certain."
"Okay," Amanda agreed. "Other than that, how are you feeling?"
"Mmm pretty good, I guess. I still struggle with my guilt feelings, but Ive resigned myself to having to live with them."
"Do you honestly believe that, Ryan?"
"Yeah, I do. Im profoundly disappointed in myself, Amanda, and I dont think Ill ever think of myself as a brave woman again. Im going to have to live with that."
"Weve talked about this before, but at this point Im going to push you a little. I think you need to get into a small group setting and talk with other people who have been through traumatic situations."
"No, I really dont wanna do that," Ryan said immediately. "Besides, its hard enough to find the time to talk to you, Amanda. I cant spend any more time on therapy."
"Then we can reduce our sessions, Ryan," the older woman said. "I dont normally try to coerce you into doing things, but at this point I have to concede that were not making progress on this point. I truly believe that youll be better served by talking to other people whove been through what you have. I feel strongly about this."
There was dead silence on Ryans end for a full minute. "I dont want to."
"I know that," Amanda acknowledged. "But you also dont want to spend the rest of your life feeling guilty, do you? You owe it to yourself to get past this, Ryan, and I believe this is the way to go."
"Fine," the younger woman said with no enthusiasm. "How do I find a group?"
"I have some contacts," Amanda said. "Let me make a few calls and see if I can find a group for you. Would you prefer for it to be in Berkeley?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But, I dont have much free time, Amanda. Actually, the only time I have available is before 8 a.m."
The doctor laughed softly. "Dont think that will put me off, Ryan. Im as determined as you are."
"I feel sorry for your partner," Ryan said, finally giving in and laughing as well.
* * * * * * * * * * *
On Wednesday evening, Ryan ate hurriedly, since her advisor, Vijay, was coming over.
"What are you two little math nerds working on tonight?" Jamie asked.
"Mmm actually, its not math tonight. Hes helping me with a program Im writing."
"A program? A computer program?"
"Yep," Ryan confirmed, as she stood to collect the dishes from the table.
"Is it for your independent study?" Jamie asked.
"Nope. Its uhm extracurricular," Ryan said, finding the word particularly apt. She walked into the kitchen and started to do the dishes, turning to meet Jamies eyes when she walked in behind her. "You can hang out if you want. Its no big secret. Its something Id like to learn, and Vijay is a programming genius."
"Mmm maybe I will," she said. "Id like to see how you two work together."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jamie had a load of her own studies to concentrate on, but she had a niggling desire to observe her partner working with another person. She had the faint hope that listening to Ryan have to put words to her thoughts might help her to understand the way her mind worked.
Vijay and Ryan had been upstairs for about an hour when Jamie went up with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Ryan, and a Coke for Vijay. "Keep working," she said when she entered the room to two pair of eyes meeting hers. "I thought youd like a snack."
They nodded almost identically, and Jamie had to hide a smile. Math nod, she thought to herself. They had a long stream of flow-chart paper laid out on the floor, and the pair started speaking to each other in a language that had some familiar elements, but certainly did not sound like English. Im sure she doesnt speak Urdu or Hindi, Jamie mused, resisting the urge to scratch her head in puzzlement. After a few minutes, she stepped out of the room, unnoticed by either of the programmers. Passing Mia in the hall she said, "Wanna get a brain cramp? Stick your head in there and listen to those two. They are otherworldly."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jamie had been studying in the library and, finding herself in dire need of some form of caffeine, she made for the kitchen, coming in the seldom-used side door of the room.
She thought she heard some quiet sounds emanating from the room, and her suspicions were confirmed when she spied her lover standing at the sink. About to speak, she instead concentrated on the show her quirky partner was putting on.
The dark beauty was focusing fiercely, her concentration complete, as she attempted to peel a large navel orange all in one, long piece. That part wasnt so odd, and Jamie had grown used to her partners need to devise little games and tests of various arcane skills. Jamie pondered that the dance Ryan was performing may have been part of her need to challenge herself, but the longer she watched, the more she was sure that her partner only needed to go to the bathroom.
Ryan was hopping from foot to foot, her butt twitching as she shifted her weight back and forth repeatedly. Her tongue was sticking out about a half of an inch, and a low hum came from her partially open mouth.
"Ryan." A startled gasp came from the oblivious woman, and Jamie had to laugh at her expression.
"Dont disturb me! Im almost done."
Jamie strode over to her, and extended both hands. "Give it to me right now and get into the bathroom! I swear, youre worse than Caitlin!"
Thoroughly chagrined, Ryan handed it over like a guilty schoolgirl, dipping her chin as she peered at Jamie through her long bangs. "Dont ruin it," she ordered, then promptly ran for the blessedly convenient bathroom. She emerged minutes later, a look of sublime pleasure on her face. "Does anything feel better than that?" she moaned.
"I can think of several things," Jamie contradicted. "And if you didnt ignore your bodys signals so frequently, youd give that experience the scant regard it deserves."
"You dont know how to have fun," Ryan insisted, sniffing pointedly as she held out her hands for her prize. With another few seconds of concentrated effort, the orange was perfectly peeled, and she regarded it with satisfaction. "Im an artist," she declared, holding the end of the peel with her other hand, letting it dangle.
"Youre a lunatic," Jamie insisted with a wide smile. "Did Vijay leave?"
"Uh-huh. Hes gonna come back next week and check on my progress."
Jamie walked to the refrigerator and took out a Diet Coke. "Hey, did you remember that next week is Valentines Day?" She was trying hard to sound casual, realizing that it was hard to put anything over on her hyper-alert lover.
"Nah. Cant be. Its in two weeks," Ryan insisted, stopping to look at her watch. Using all of her dramatic talents, she made a face, then looked up at Jamie. "Guess youre right," she said. "Do you want to do anything to commemorate it?"
"You dont?" the blonde asked, more than a little shocked and slightly perturbed.
Well, well just be getting back from Florida late the night before." She shrugged, looking slightly bored. "Anyway, does it matter now that were together? I thought Valentines Day was for people who were dating."
Jamie set her bottle down on the counter and crossed her arms, glaring at Ryan with fierce green eyes. "Hell, yes, it matters! Whats wrong with you, anyway? I thought that being with a woman would relieve some of the Im just a guy and I dont know how to be romantic shit that I had to put up with my whole life!"
"Okay, okay!" Ryan soothed, holding up her hands in supplication. "I didnt know the rules, but I can learn. Dont take my head off!"
She sighed and shook her head slowly. "Im sorry. Its our first Valentines Day together," she said, looking deeply wounded, "and Ive never had a nice one. I thought youd " She trailed off, staring at the floor, thoroughly dejected.
"Hey," Ryan murmured, crossing the room quickly to slip her arms around her partner. "Im just messing with your mind. Ive already got something planned." Thank you Catherine and Mia, she said in silent offering.
"You do?" she asked suspiciously, looking up into Ryans eyes to gauge her sincerity.
"Yep. I really do. We dont have practice that night, since were just back from a three-day tournament, so I arranged for us to do something a little different that afternoon."
"Okay," Jamie said slowly. "I was going to take you out to dinner. Can we do that, too?"
"Sure. This thing is over by five or so. Dinner would be great."
"Should I make reservations for someplace local?"
"Mmm Id rather go someplace in the city, if its all the same to you," Ryan said. "My things in the city, and I dont want to have to drive back over here during rush hour."
"Ill think of someplace nice and romantic," Jamie promised. She snuggled up close to Ryan and murmured, "Sorry I was being such a baby. I was so stunned that you didnt think it was important."
"I do think its important," Ryan whispered as she held her close. "Any chance I have to tell you how much I love you is very, very important."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Ryan knew it was wrong, but she snuck into Mias room later that night and closed the door behind her. "Do you have any idea where Jamies taking me to dinner for Valentines Day?"
The curly-haired brunette looked up from her book with exaggerated indifference. "I might. Whats it worth to ya?"
"Mmm its worth Jamie having a memorable night, and since youre her best friend, that should be reason enough for you."
"Keep going," Mia said. "Youre not there yet."
Ryan reached into her wallet and extracted a calling card that she kept for road trips. "This one has about $20.00 left on it," she guessed, extending it to Mia. "That would let you spend the evening talking to your sweetheart on Valentines Day."
"Sold," Mia declared. "Youre going to Farallon. Nice place from what Ive heard."
"Thanks," Ryan said, heading for the door. "I wont tell Jamie that you sold her out for only $20.00."
"Shes known me for almost eight years now. Shell be surprised I held out for that much!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Farallon. How may I help you?" the cultured voice answered, when Ryan called later that night.
"Uhm, hi," Ryan said. "My partner and I are having dinner at your restaurant on Valentines Day. Id like to do something special for her that night, and I was wondering if you have any suggestions for how to surprise her with a ring. Im sure youve seen every trick in the book."
"Ah, yes, Valentines Day. Yes, I would say that, over the years, I have seen that day commemorated in every possible way. Did you have anything particular in mind?"
"Is there any way to surprise her with the ring during the meal?"
"I could go on," he sniffed dryly, "but the easiest way is to hand it to her. Much less fuss."
"Is that the best youve got?"
"I have many, many suggestions, I assure you. But handing it to her is the only way that I can guarantee your success." He paused dramatically and added, "If she accepts your proposal of course. I cant help you at all in that area."
"What could go wrong?" Ryan wondered.
"Again, I could go on. There are problems too numerous to mention."
"Uhm I know youre the expert, but Id like to surprise her in a non-traditional way."
He sighed, then said, "Well, we have a very nice heart-shaped flourless chocolate cake that we make that night. We could bake it into that."
"Bake it? Wouldnt that hurt it?"
"Is the ring plastic?" he asked archly.
"No, its a very nice stone," she said. "In a gold band."
"Then it wont be harmed by a little heat. If you like the idea, you can drop the ring off early in the day, or you can excuse yourself and come into the kitchen to drop it off before you order dessert."
"Uhm I think Ill come into the kitchen," she said, not liking the idea of leaving the ring unsupervised for any length of time.
"You can join the crowd," he said. "Its a complete madhouse in that kitchen, with nervous men watching to make sure their ring gets into the correct dessert."
"No women?" Ryan asked, chuckling.
"I think youll be the first," he admitted. "But we at Farallon thrive on variety."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Before bed, Ryan went into the kitchen to make some cocoa, and before she was half done, both Jamie and Mia were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for their portions. "You two sure do have keen senses of smell," the tall brunette said. "Youre like bloodhounds."
"You make the best cocoa in the world, Ryan," Mia said, licking her lips.
"My mom taught me to make it," Ryan said, a thoughtful look on her face. "It was the first thing I ever learned to cook."
Jamie got up and slipped her arm around her partner, holding her close while Ryan stirred the rich mixture. Mugs in hand, they were halfway up the stairs when the phone rang, and Mia dashed to answer, thinking it might be Jordan. "Oh, hi, Conor," she said, her normal enthusiasm intentionally tamped down. "Yeah, shes here. Hold on."
Ryan grasped the offered phone and said, "Hey, Con."
"Did you hear what that sneaky cousin of ours did?"
"Nope. Ive heard nothing. Whats up?"
"Niall sold his house! He got an all-cash offer with a thirty day close. The agent I referred him to really came through for him."
"Thats great," Ryan said. "Why are you pissed?"
"After I repeat after brokers fees hes gonna make $200,000! Two fucking hundred thousand dollars, Ryan!"
"Jeez thats a boatload of dough. Whats he gonna do with it?"
"Who cares?" he cried. "Thats not his money!"
"Uhm whose is it?"
"It belongs to all of us! Maybe not you and Jamie, and some of the boys didnt do all that much. But Frank, Donal, Padraig and I have put in hundreds of hours working on that dump! I didnt mind doing it when I thought it was gonna be his home but to line his pockets! No way!"
Ryan sighed, having a feeling that the other cousins probably felt as put-upon as Conor did. "I assume youve expressed your displeasure to Niall?"
"Of course I did. If you think Im mad, you should hear Frank! I was afraid he was going to knock him senseless."
"What does Niall have to say?"
"Oh, he gave us some load of crap about how he was going to live there, but it didnt work out. I dont think he was ever serious about it, Ryan, and now hes got a nest egg that none of the rest of us will ever be able to match! It sucks!"
Ryan rolled her eyes at her partner, who had come to sit next to her on the stairs. "Conor, you know as well as I do that Niall isnt a long-range plan kinda guy. He bought the house before he thought it through, he fixed it up more than he ever should have, and as soon as someone suggested it he sold it! He didnt put ten minutes of thought into any element of the entire thing! Now, come on, I understand that youre pissed to have put that kinda time in, but youll be paid back someday. If you ever want to have your own place, Im sure all of the cousins will help you as much as they helped Niall. Think of your time investment as money in the bank. When you want to make a withdrawal, the family will be there to repay you."
"Yeah, youre right on that point, Ryan, but Niall can withdraw something a little more tangible than I can. I swear, if he buys a hot car and starts flaunting it "
"Conor, Niall is the most frugal of all of us. Hes not going to do that. Now, chill, will you? You cant turn back time, and other than giving you a share of the money, there isnt much Niall can do to make it up to you. If he offered you money, would you take it?"
There was a short silence as Conor had to admit, "No, I wouldnt. But he didnt even offer!"
"I understand that, Con, and Im sorry youre so bummed. I just dont think Niall thought this through."
"Nah, he didnt," he had to admit. "It clearly wasnt his idea to sell." There was a short silence and then he chuckled and said, "Dont think I dont remember who put the idea into his head, either. Tell Jamie Ive got a bone to pick with her."
"She was only trying to help, Con," Ryan said, snaking an arm around her partner and giving her a squeeze. "She didnt know that Niall was so malleable."
"Oh, hes malleable, all right. And hed better have his malleable little ass right in the front of the line if I ever need his help!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
On Thursday afternoon, Jamie struggled through the small aisle of a 737, trying to keep up with her partner. For once, Ryan had much more luggage than she did, so they had checked their bags. But the taller woman had a thing about keeping her gloves with her, and somehow Jamie wound up carrying the gym bag, rather than her own carryon. The bag was not really heavy, but it was ungainly since the gloves were bulky and irregularly shaped. Ryans computer and a number of her books were also in the bag, so Jamie had to be careful with it as she walked.
They reached their seats, and found that a civilian was sitting in the window seat. Jamie thought about trying to switch, but she decided to play nice and go along with the flow on this trip.
The last few stragglers made it onto the jet and Coach Roberts strolled up the aisle, counting heads. Satisfied that all were in place, he took his seat at the rear of the section and wasnt heard from again.
"I dont know why, but I had an image of this being a charter flight, with only you guys on it," Jamie said.
"No such luck. We dont have enough players to need our own plane. We would if we shared with Stanford and St. Marys or San Jose State, but we tend to go to tournaments that they arent in."
"Are you looking forward to the tournament?" Jamie asked.
"Yeah. Its a lot of softball crammed into a weekend, but with five games in three days I might get to play. How about you? Sure you dont mind having your birthday away from home?"
Jamie squeezed her hand and said, "Youre my home. As long as were together, Im happy."
* * * * * * * * * * *
The flight was uneventful, and things were well organized when they landed. After waiting for their luggage, the motley-looking crew made their way to a chartered bus that was waiting outside the terminal. When they were all settled in their seats, Coach Roberts stood at the front of the bus and said a few words.
"Okay, weve got five games over the next three days, so weve got to focus. Were playing some powerhouses, so I hope you all get some rest tonight. Well have a light dinner at the hotel, and breakfast starts at nine. Neither meal is mandatory, but I want you all to eat healthy meals while were here. If you cant manage to get yourself fed properly, then youd damned well better be eating with us. If I catch any of you eating a bag of chips and a Coke for breakfast, the meal is gonna be mandatory and thats a promise.
"The bus leaves for the complex at ten a.m. sharp. If youre not ready we leave you behind. Oh, and curfew is midnight for everyone. Im not going to do bed checks but if I hear that someone stayed out much later than twelve, youll be sitting in your room instead of playing."
"One last thing." He scanned the players faces, making sure that everyone was paying attention which they all were. "OFlaherty has her girlfriend here with her."
Jamie could feel her cheeks coloring and she mentally rolled her eyes, wondering where this train was headed.
"I know most of you arent petty little whiners, but just in case, I want you to know that OFlaherty isnt getting any special treatment here. As you all know, the NCAA expressly prohibits any player from receiving benefits that a regular student wouldnt receive and I take the NCAA rules very, very seriously. Blondie paid for her own plane ticket and shes paying for their room and her own meals. It doesnt cost an extra dime to let her ride on the bus, and Id gladly give a lift to any Cal student who wanted to hop on, so Im not gonna charge her anything for that. Now, if any of you want to bring a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a family member, you have the same opportunity." He looked at every face once again, sparing a slight wink for Jamie, then nodded and sat down.
"Well, hes certainly to the point," Jamie said. "Any chance of getting him to remember my name?"
"Only if you can play softball," Ryan said.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Their arrival at the hotel was a study in organized chaos. There was a tremendous amount of luggage stored under the bus, and it took quite a few minutes to get everything sorted out. Ryan grabbed her suitcase and crawled over a dozen bags to fetch Jamies, then started for the main entrance. "Honey," Jamie said, "you had two bags. You had a huge duffel bag, too."
"Oh. Yeah. Uhm Jackies gonna take that one for me. Ive got some of her stuff in it."
"Huh?"
"Its cool. Everythings under control."
Jamie took another glance at the milling players still trying to locate their bags, and doubted Ryans words, but it was her bag so she shrugged her shoulders and followed her into the motel.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The student manager had gone inside as soon as the bus pulled up, and now she stood in the lobby handing out room keys. "Youve got your own reservations, right, OFlaherty?" she asked.
"Yep. Were good." Ryan strode up to the front desk and got squared away, and a few minutes later they arrived at their room. To Jamies surprise it was a very spacious layout, with a nice sitting room and a separate bedroom.
"Did you do this on purpose?" she asked.
"Yeah. I know youre not used to hanging with the poor folks, so I thought Id at least get you a big room. I thought it might ease your transition into the lower class."
Jamie gave her a hug and said, "I appreciate your efforts to cushion my culture shock, but you dont have to do this in the future. I think youll get along better with your teammates if it doesnt look like were livin large. I mean, Coach Roberts must be a little concerned since he made a point of saying something on the bus."
"Nah. I dont think thatll be a problem with this group. Hes only being proactive. But I wont splurge on rooms anymore. This is a special occasion."
"Oh, right!" the smaller woman giggled. "I forgot it was my birthday tomorrow."
"I didnt," Ryan said. "I know its not the same as being at home, but I want you to have a fun day."
"All I have to do is be with you, and fun is sure to follow."
* * * * * * * * * * *
They were about halfway through putting their things away when Ryan went to answer a knock at the door. "Hi. Put it right on the table," Jamie heard her say. She popped her head out of the bedroom to see a man placing the largest gift basket she had ever seen onto the small dining table. The basket was obviously very heavy, because even his impressive musculature couldnt quite handle the lift, and Ryan had to help him.
"Whats this?" Jamie asked, a delighted grin on her face.
"Oh, they do this for everyone," Ryan teased.
The server wiped his brow and said, "If we did this for everyone, Id find a new job!"
Ryan tipped him and sent him on his way, and by the time she saw him to the door, Jamie was already deep into her exploration. "Ryan! Look at all of the cool things in here!"
"Catherine comes through again," Ryan said, peering at the delights over Jamies shoulder.
"Did you know she was going to do this?"
Ryan gave her an enigmatic smile and said, "Weve had a few discussions about your birthday, and how to make it special for you. We share a common goal, you know."
"Whats that?" Jamie linked her hands behind Ryans neck and leaned back to be able to observe her face.
"To make sure youre as happy as possible every minute of the day."
With a few gentle kisses and a firm hug, Jamie said, "Youre both doing very, very well."
They were sharing lazy kisses when another knock startled them. "Now what?" Jamie asked.
Yet another man entered the room, this time carrying a large square box. "Put it right there," Ryan instructed, while reaching into her pocket for another tip.
"Ryan!" Jamie said after the man had gone. "Its a cake big enough to feed the whole motel!"
Ryan checked her watch and proclaimed, "Then I guess its time we invited the whole motel in for a party." She opened the door and the entire team started streaming in, each woman bearing a neatly wrapped present and offering a hug for the birthday girl.
Jamie was too stunned to move, and every time she cast a glance at her partner, the taller woman was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. When the last of the guests had entered, Ryan called them to order. "Weve got enough food for a small army here and I want every crumb gone by midnight! The kitchen is sending up drinks, but if theres anything you want that we dont have, just let me know. Enjoy!"
Jamie had sidled up next to her while she spoke, and Ryan reflexively draped an arm around her shoulders. "Surprised?"
"Uhm yeah. Id say that surprise covers it," she said. "You are too much sometimes."
"You know what I always say," Ryan said. "Too much of a good thing is juuuuuust right."
* * * * * * * * * * *
The party was in full swing and Ryan was the perfect hostess, making sure that everyone had food and drink at all times. She had to climb over bodies to tend to everyones needs, but she was graceful enough that she was able to manage it.
Jamie caught her during a quiet moment and said, "Thats a pretty impressive mound of presents there, sport."
"Yeah," Ryan said. "Youve obviously made an impression on them all."
"Oh, Im sure thats so. Ive even inspired them to use matching paper, and wrap the presents in an identical manner. Remarkable," she said.
"Yep," Ryan said, going along with the joke. "Youve inspired them to uniformity. Wanna open them yet?"
"Nah. Lets wait until most of the food is gone. It will be easier to move around when people arent balancing plates on their knees."
"Having fun?" Ryan asked, bending to kiss the top of Jamies head.
"Absolutely. I think we should do this for every road trip."
Ryan gulped, her eyes wide. "Id better get busy then, cause this took me weeks to plan!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
They combined the gift opening with a test of Jamies memory. The memory test was, of course, Ryans idea, and Jamie shot her a few lethal looks, but played along.
Ryan handed her the first gift and pronounced, "This one is from Stephanie."
Jamie accepted it, and scanned the crowded room. She pointed at a very slim, dark-haired woman and said, "Stephanie Simon. Pitcher. Senior. Uhm from somewhere in Southern California." Smiling at the woman she cocked her head and asked, "Howd I do?"
"Excellent," Stephanie said. "Im from San Diego, by the way, but I wont deduct anything from your score."
Jamie rolled her eyes and said, "Softball players always keeping score."
She got through the pile of gifts with very few errors, although she had a pretty tough time with hometowns. Ryan had obviously bought and wrapped each of the gifts; and while each was only a small thing, Jamie was deeply touched by the effort and thought her partner had put into the endeavor.
Heather approached as the guests started to leave and pressed a small gift into her hands. "I wanted to get you a little something on my own, Jamie," she said nervously. "I uhm hope you like it." She gave her a hesitant hug and took off before Jamie could get a word out.
Ryan saw the interchange and approached her partner, whispering, "Glad to see that shes got that shyness thing licked."
"Shes so cute," Jamie said. She tore the wrapping off the gift to expose a CD. "Ooo the new Nelly Furtado. Cool!"
I owe you one, Heather, Ryan growled internally. I hope Jamie plays that when Im out of the house.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The next morning, they were almost ready to head downstairs to wait for the bus when the phone rang. "Ill get it," Jamie called. "Hello?"
Martins voice greeted her. "Happy birthday to ya, Jamie."
"Oh, thanks for calling Martin. Its been a great birthday so far, thanks to your daughter. She had a huge party for me last night with the whole team. It was great!"
"You bring out the best in her, Jamie, and for that Im forever grateful to you."
"She does the same for me, Martin. Thats the only way it works."
"Wise thoughts for one so young," he teased. "Of course, that extra year you put on today might have done the trick."
"Most likely."
"Maeve wants to say hello, too," Martin said. "Here she is."
"Happy birthday, Jamie dear. How was the party?"
"Ahh you knew about it, huh?"
"Not in detail. But we knew that Ryan had arranged for something with the team. Was it fun?"
"It was a blast. It was a nice way to get to know everyone, too. As usual, Ryan had several agendas she was serving."
"Thats our girl," Maeve said. "Well let you go now, dear. Im sure you have a million things to do."
"Yes, the bus is leaving soon, so Id better run. Thanks again for calling. I appreciate it."
"Think nothing of it," Maeve insisted. "Have a lovely day, Jamie."
"I havent had many bad ones with Ryan by my side. Shes my perpetual birthday gift."
When she hung up a pair of warm hands settled on her bare waist. "Perpetual birthday gift, huh? I like it."
"I like it too, but if I dont get dressed Ill miss the bus. Something tells me that Coach Roberts would ditch me, too even on my birthday."
* * * * * * * * * * *
When they arrived at the softball complex Jamie found a quiet picnic table and started to study. She quickly got lost in thought and barely noticed when Ryan sat down next to her. "Hi," she said, all decked out in her softball gear. "Do you want to study today, or would you like a more interactive experience?"
"I could be convinced. What do you have in mind?"
"Wanna be our bat girl?" Ryan asked.
"Are you serious?"
"Yep. Coach says its okay if you want to. You could even wear a uniform."
"Can I sit on the bench with you?"
"Yep. Right next to me."
"I think Ill pass on the uniform," Jamie said, "but Im all about sitting in the dugout with you."
* * * * * * * * * * *
They found a navy blue, Cal Softball polo shirt that fit well, and the khaki shorts she had chosen nearly matched the ones the coaching staff wore. So Jamie looked very much like the supporting members of the team. Her duties were few run out to the plate and retrieve the bat when a player hit the ball. She took her cues from Ryan, who watched the game so intently Jamie wondered what could possibly be going on in her head since there was so little action.
She got a clue into her partners mental processes when Jackie sat down next to her. Jackie Maloney was probably Ryans best friend on the team so far. She was a very friendly woman from Salinas, California, and Jamie was sure shed never seen anyone look less like an athlete at first glance, that is.
Jackie was a farm girl, who had spent her early years helping out around her familys large spread. She had to weigh at least 225 pounds, and she was only about Jamies height. Her long, wavy, medium brown hair was usually worn in a heavy braid that trailed down her back, but having all of the hair pulled off her face so severely made her look even more imposing. When she wore her uniform, the vertical stripes looked more like a series of parentheses, but upon closer inspection Jamie had quickly decided that she wasnt truly fat. She was simply a very large girl with a substantial bone structure and heavy, thick muscles.
As Ryan had said, it was a shame that Jackie was straight, since many lesbians were partial to large, powerful women, while most young men didnt find the look attractive. But Jackie was clearly straight albeit frustrated by her inability to find a man who could appreciate her.
Jackie had struck out in spectacular fashion in the first inning, nearly managing to fall onto her butt when she flailed at a pitch in the dirt. Upon her return to the bench she sat next to Ryan and the pair stared at the opposing pitcher for a few minutes, not a word spoken. Finally, Jackie said, "I cant read her. You got anything?"
"Yeah," Ryan nodded, "I got a little. Shes got an oh, shit sinker that you bit on your first time up."
"No kidding?" Jackie said, giving Ryan an elbow in the ribs. "I felt like a pretzel!"
"Yeah, she messed you up bad on that one. But Ive been watching her carefully, and she has a little bit of a tell when she throws it. Youve gotta watch carefully, but its her favorite pitch and she gets a little excited when shes gonna throw it. Right before she goes into her windup, she loosens up her shoulders like she doesnt want anything to interfere with the delivery. Watch her," Ryan instructed. They sat quietly for a few minutes, and sure enough, the next time the woman threw the sinker she nudged each shoulder a little, trying to settle her shirt. "Here goes," Ryan predicted. Lupe flailed at the ball, and Jackie gave Ryan a warm grin.
"Good work, Rof," she said as she slapped her hard on the back.
"Rof?" Jamie asked when Jackie went to grab a bat.
"Yeah. I told you they were calling me the Notorious R.O.F. before I even joined the team. Well, that got shortened to Rof."
"You jocks are all about nicknames, arent you?"
"Hey, youre a jock, too. Dont you have nicknames for your golf teammates?"
"None Ive ever heard. Maybe Ill start a trend."
"Yeah, tell em your nickname is Cinna Bunz," Ryan said. "That oughta make you popular."
"If that gets out, youre toast," Jamie threatened, her green eyes flashing.
"Dont worry, youve got more on me than I have on you."
When Jackie took her next turn at bat, she managed to hold off on every sinker thrown her way. The pitcher was getting frustrated, and after Jackie had worked the count to three balls and two strikes, the hurler made a mistake and sent up a fat fastball right over the heart of the plate. The pitch was so juicy that Jackie almost swung too soon, but she held back a heartbeat and crushed it. The ball left the stadium so quickly that the left fielder didnt even move. She merely let her eyes rotate to watch the missile zoom over her head.
The whole team rose to greet her, and Jackie reserved a special thump on the back for Ryan. "You rock, Rof. Thanks!"
"I only gave you a tip. Youre the one who ripped the cover off that poor ball. I think its still rolling around out there in a field somewhere."
Jackie went to get a drink and Jamie looked over at her partner, who was sitting calmly, a broad smile covering her face. Patting her on the thigh, she said, "You really dont mind not playing, do you?"
Ryan shrugged and said, "Id rather play than not but Im cool with it. Jackies a better hitter than I am, and shes a good fielder, despite her size. Shes been with the team for four years, and works her butt off to perfect her hitting. I dont have a word of complaint."
"Youre a good teammate, Ryan."
"Hey, Ive pushed a lot of good players to the bench in my day. I dont mind seeing what its like to be on the other side. Besides," she said, "I get to sit with my best girl when I dont play. Thats a deal Id make any day."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Part 9
A curly-haired brunette sat in the vaguely comfortable seat in the United terminal, and craned her neck towards the doors where she expected passengers to soon disembark. Although she was eagerly anticipating this visit, she still felt a little ill-at-ease, an emotion that she couldnt ever remember experiencing around her older brother.
She was lost in thought for quite a while, shaking her head in amazement when Peter tapped her on the shoulder, grinning widely. "Bored?" he asked.
"Peter!" She leapt to her feet and rose to her toes, stretching to reach his neck. With generous kisses to both of his cheeks, she released him for a moment before she leaned back in for a hug. His bag was draped over his shoulder, restricting his movement, but when he saw how desperate his sisters embrace was, he dropped the bag with a thud, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey, are you all right?" he asked softly as her face nuzzled against his jacket.
"Ive missed you," she mumbled. "This is the longest weve ever been apart."
"Hey, youre the one who didnt want to go to Europe over Christmas," he reminded her gently.
"I know," she said, a sheepish grin on her face as she stood. "Im not blaming you, Peter," she insisted. "But Ive really missed you."
He stooped to pick up his bag, then slung an arm around her shoulders. "Please dont think I doubt your sincerity, Mop Top," he teased, reverting to a once-hated childhood nickname. "But when you miss your big brother, its usually because youre in some kind of trouble that you dont know how to get out of. What is it this time?" His blue eyes were gentle and filled with equal parts affection and resignation.
"Nothing!" she said sharply, her eyes sparking with indignation. "Cant I simply be happy to see you?"
Pulling her to a quiet corner of the waiting area, he placed a hand on each of her shoulders and said, "Of course you can, and Im happy to see you, too. But you havent been calling you havent been writing and you havent been going home recently. It doesnt take too much extrapolation to leap to the conclusion that somethings going on with you. It might be good, or it might be bad, but its something. Do you want to tell me now, so I can help deflect the Grand Inquisitor?" he joked, referring to their mother. "Or do you want to wing it?"
She sighed heavily and took her cell phone from her bag. Speed dialing a number, she rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hi, Mom, its me. Peters flights delayed, so dont expect us home soon. No, its no problem. Ill wait in the bar." With another sigh she met her brothers amused smile and added, "Im legal now, Mom. You wont have to bail me out its not against the law to have a drink in an airport." She couldnt help but chuckle as she said, "Yes, youre right. Its not a single drink that lands me into trouble. Ill behave." She took Peters arm and led him to the first bar they encountered. "Okay. Ill call when were leaving. I love you too, Mom."
She snapped the cover closed and sighed, "Dont you dare laugh! She doesnt watch you like a hawk!"
"She doesnt need to," he said, leading her to a corner table and signaling the waitress.
* * * * * * * * * * *
They chatted companionably while they waited for their drinks, with Mia occasionally reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. Peter wasnt nearly as openly demonstrative as his sister, but he gracefully accepted her loving touches, and occasionally gave her a gentle pat as well. Their drinks were nearly ready for a refill when he asked, "Ready to spill the beans?"
She shrugged her shoulders, not feeling ready, but knowing that it didnt help to delay. "Ive fallen in love," she said, deciding to get right to it.
As his head cocked, his eyebrow lifted. "So far, so good. I assume theres more?"
"Yeah. Theres a little more. Uhm its someone from school. One of the nicest people youll ever meet. Bright, sensitive, funny, and very gifted athletically."
"You with an athlete? Thats a shock. Youve always hated jocks."
"Very gifted," she emphasized. "A member of the Olympic volleyball team," she added, completely avoiding the use of pronouns.
Recognition dawning in his gentle blue eyes, he reached across the table and grasped her hand. "I assume Mom and Dad dont know?"
"Dont know what?" she asked warily.
"That youve jumped the fence." His lips twitched into a small smile as he asked, "I thought you were so certain that you were only interested in experimenting with women, Mia. What pushed you over?"
"Jordan," she sighed dreamily. "Jordan Ericsson, the most beautiful, loving woman on the planet."
His smile grew as he watched his sisters face. Her gentle, warm, peaceful expression reflected a calm he had rarely observed. "This is the real thing, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "Theres not a doubt in my mind about her. Im just worried about everything else," she grimaced, the restless, slightly agitated look back in force.
"Hey, dont go off the deep end. If youre sure about this, it can work out. Tell me about her."
The warm sparkle came back into her eyes as she wrinkled up her nose and asked, "Wanna see her picture?"
"Sure. Id love to." He didnt know what to expect, having seen his sister run through the gamut of types when it came to men. His forehead twitched into a frown as he observed her take the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living out of her bag.
She thumbed through it until she got to an ad for "Polo" by Ralph Lauren, then pointed to the tall, lean woman in a strapless, black velvet evening gown, straddling an equally gorgeous wavy haired young man dressed in a tuxedo, sitting on an old wooden swing hanging from a huge tree branch. The man was grinning at her like he was barely able to stop himself from ravishing her, and her head was thrown back, allowing her long, golden hair to drape down her bare back. Peters eyes popped out as he considered that he would have gladly traded places with the man in the picture, or with his sister, for that matter. "This is your girlfriend?" he gaped.
"No, thats the perfume she wears," she scoffed, slapping his shoulder. "Actually, they gave her enough of the stuff to fill a bathtub. Or a trash can," she added, wrinkling her nose.
"Your girlfriend is a model, and an Olympic athlete?" he mumbled, unable to take his eyes off the lovely woman in the picture. Jordans hands were grasping the sturdy rope that held the swing up, and her well-defined biceps curved a bit to very good effect. The bustline of the dress swept across the tops of her full breasts, creating a delicious-looking expanse of cleavage. Full lips beckoned the man in the picture, and Peter imagined having those lips He was ripped from his musings by being hit sharply with the rolled up magazine.
"Shes mine, ya know!"
Rubbing his hand over his face, he fought down the flush that he knew was rising on his cheeks. "Shit. Im sorry, Mia, but you show me a picture like that you cant expect me not to react! Dad will do the same!"
"Great! just what I need. The three of us can sit around and drool over her while Mom loads the gun!"
He chuckled while shaking his head. "We dont have a gun. You know Moms more the butcher knife type, anyway."
Even through her anxiety, she couldnt help but laugh at that. "I guess youre right. I dont have to be able to outrun a bullet. I only have to be able to outrun you and Dad."
His eyes grew serious as he asked, "Are you gonna tell them?"
"Not yet," she said, shaking her head briskly. "Im not ready yet, Peter. I mean, Im not unsure about Jordan, but I dont have answers to the questions that I know theyll ask. I feel like I need an iron-clad case before I bring it up."
"They love you, Mia; you dont have to defend yourself to them. I know it will be hard at first, but theyll get over it."
"Maybe," she nodded, "but Ive seen what happened to Jamie this year, and I worry that itll be the same for me."
"Hows she doing?" Peter asked. "I wrote her a note after the car-jacking. She sent me a nice one back."
"Yeah, she told me," she said, touched by her brothers thoughtfulness. "Shes doing better now. Ryans still having a tough time, though. She doesnt say anything, but shes a lot jumpier since it happened. Not that I blame her," she said, shivering at the memory.
"Is Jamie happy, Mia? Is this all working out for her?"
Her lips curled into a wide grin as she said, "Ive never seen her happier, Peter. She finally seems to know who she is, and shes growing and changing in ways that truly amaze me. Its been great to watch and be a part of."
"The same might happen to you, Mia," he gently suggested. "I mean, yeah, itll be hard for Mom and Dad to accept, but if this is who you are they need to know it."
Her chin tilted up as her brow furrowed. "Who I am?"
"Yeah. They need to know that youre a lesbian," he said, confused by her startled expression.
"Im not, Peter," she said quietly. "Thats part of the problem."
"But I thought that "
"Look," she said, folding her hands on the table and rubbing her thumbs together as she organized her thoughts. "Im in love with Jordan. I would happily remain in a monogamous lesbian relationship for as long as we can make this work. But Im not a lesbian, Peter. I love men, and I always will. I just dont want to love them while Im with Jordan."
"I see," he said, scratching the back of his head in an indication that he actually did not.
"Thats my problem," she insisted. "If I were a lesbian, I wouldnt have a problem with telling Mom and Dad. Theyd flip out, but theyd get over it. Its much, much harder to explain to someone that youre in a lesbian relationship that you love a woman but arent gay. I dont think theyll get it, Peter."
He nodded slowly, and Mia saw that he was finally understanding her point. "I think I see one potential argument theyll have," he said.
"Whats that?"
"Its one thing if youre only attracted to women. But if you can love men, why choose to love a woman? Youre voluntarily putting yourself into a group that society in general doesnt approve of."
"Exactly!" she cried. "Thats exactly what Mom will say, Peter! I can hear her now!"
"Is your girlfriend a lesbian?" he asked. "She sure doesnt look like one."
The scowl on her face made him wish he could suck his last statement back in, but it was out now and he tried to explain, "I didnt mean that like it sounded, Mia. That was well, that was a stupid thing to say."
She patted his hand and said, "Dont feel bad. Everybody does it, Peter. Ive done it myself." She reached into her wallet and found the little schedule for the volleyball team that showed a fierce looking Jordan elevating to go for a kill. Gazing at it fondly for a moment, she handed it over, saying, "This is how she looks when shes not in makeup and a gown. It would be hard to guess that shes gay," she said. "But she is. Im pretty sure this is a life-long commitment for her."
He looked at the photo for a long while, finally saying, "I cant imagine what that would be like. I mean, I knew I liked girls when I was in pre-school. I cant imagine how weird it would feel to one day wake up and find out that I was into guys but hadnt known it."
She chuckled and said, "I think its a little more involved than that, Peter. Shes had lesbian leanings for a long while. Shes just now ready to commit to it."
"How does she feel about the fact that you dont feel like a lesbian?" he asked, handing back the schedule with a vague note of regret.
"Mmm she says shes fine with it, but I think it bothers her more than she lets on. I think theres a part of her that worries Ill find some guy that I like better, and dump her."
"Thats not how you are," he said defensively. "You hang in there and try to make things work!"
Mia beamed a smile at her brother and nodded. "Yeah. I know I do, but shes never known me when Im in a relationship. This is all new for both of us."
He reached across the table and grasped her hand, giving it a squeeze. "I think you should wait to tell Mom and Dad. I think you need to see how this goes and make sure youre in it for the long haul before you freak them out."
She nodded briskly, her curls tossing about her head. "I think Id already decided that. Now I have to figure out how to plan for next year without them finding out."
"Next year?"
She checked her watch and said, "Ill tell you in the car. I know Mom will freak about Jordan, but Dad will freak about the other little matter thats come up."
"Little matter?" he asked as he got to his feet and grabbed his bag.
"Not so little, actually," she said, knowing that deciding to attend Stanford Law would ameliorate any wrongs she committed at least in her fathers eyes.
* * * * * * * * * * *
A gentle hand stroked languidly through her curls, causing Mia to sigh heavily and curl her body around the warmth that she unconsciously sought. "Mmm, nice," she murmured, as she tightened her embrace while arching her back in a long stretch. Her head shook to clear the cobwebs, then she rolled onto her back and looked up into Jordans clear blue "Mom!"
Anna Lisa Christopher gazed fondly into her daughters dark eyes and moved her hand from her hair to her cheek. Brushing the backs of her fingers along the smooth surface she said, "God willing, some day youll have a daughter, Mia, and youll know the feeling I get in my heart when I watch you sleep."
A slow, drowsy smile settled onto Mias face and she nuzzled against her mothers hip. Her relaxed, unguarded posture left her totally unprepared for the sharp sting when her cheek was grabbed and pinched firmly. "Pray that your daughter doesnt keep secrets from you like you do from me!"
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" the younger woman cried as she tried to follow her mothers hand to relieve the pressure on her face. "Lemme go!"
Releasing her, Anna Lisa leaned forward until their nearly identical brown eyes were inches from each other. "Who are you sleeping with so often that your body thinks hes beside you in bed? Is this why you dont come to visit anymore?"
"No!" she scowled, rubbing her cheek. "I dont come home because I dont like to be assaulted!" Throwing off the covers, Mia exited the bed from the other side, trying to stay as far away from her mothers strong grip as possible.
The two fiery women stood at opposite sides of the bed, regarding each other warily. "Mia," Anna Lisa warned, "you know we have a deal. Its obvious you havent kept up your end of the bargain. Now who is he?"
Mia rolled her eyes, mentally kicking herself for promising that she would always keep her mother informed when she got serious about anyone. In exchange for her promise, Anna Lisa had agreed to never question Mia about her sex life. It had seemed like a good idea when she had struck the deal in high school and didnt have the money to purchase birth control on her own. But now she deeply regretted both having made, and then having reneged on, the agreement. Considering how to extricate herself from this dilemma, while her mothers dark eyes bore into her, she decided to adopt one of Ryans tactics.
"Okay," she sighed. "Youre right, Mom. There is someone, and we are serious about each other."
Anna Lisas hands went to her hips and she glared at her child with a triumphant expression. "I knew it!"
"Im sorry, Mom," she added, her genuine sincerity boosted to the highest level she could summon. "I havent told you, and it was wrong of me."
The rigid stance shifted, then softened, then Anna Lisa opened her arms and beckoned her daughter to come to her. Mia did so, letting her mother envelop her in a warm hug. "Why didnt you tell me? It hurts me to have you keep your life so secret."
"Im sorry, I really am," Mia sighed. "I well, I have some things that I have to work out before Im going to be ready to talk about this." She pulled away and gazed directly into her mothers eyes and promised, "That doesnt mean that I dont love you, or trust you, Mom. It only means that Im confused about this, and talking about it now wont help."
"Since when cant I help you get through something, Mia? Weve been through so much together! Ive worked so hard to listen to you, and not judge you!"
"I know, Mom," she soothed, leaning in for another hug. "I swear that this isnt about you." Releasing her mother with a gentle pat, she straightened up and said, "There are just some things that I have to work out on my own, Mom. This is one of them."
Anna Lisa looked at the calm, determined look in her childs eyes, and heard herself say, "All right, Mia. I wont ask again."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really. Youre old enough to know what you need at this point in your life. Im here for you, Mia, and I know that you know that. I must know one thing, though," she said, an unyielding expression in her eyes.
"Whats that?"
"Youre not in any trouble, are you? Youre not pregnant or using drugs again, or "
"Mom," she said firmly, holding up a hand. "Stop! Nothing is wrong, I swear. Im very happily in love with a wonderful person, who I know you and Dad will love. Its other circumstances that are the problem, and as soon as I figure out all of the details, Ill tell you everything. I promise," she vowed. "Im very happy, Mom." The smile she beamed at her mother was a clear indication of her veracity, and the older woman reached for her once again.
Stiffening, Anna Lisa grabbed her shoulders and held her at arms length. "He isnt married, is he?"
"No. Definitely not, Mom. This is an issue between the two of us no angry lovers, no spiteful exs. I swear," she said. "Im very happy, and Im sure we can work things out."
"If youre happy, Im happy, Mia. Thats all I want for you."
They stood quietly, holding each other for a long while, until Anna Lisa released her but not before slapping her gently on her butt. "Youre too skinny! Come down for breakfast right now, and eat something substantial for a change!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
Anna Lisa stood in the bedroom she shared with her husband of 25 years and said, "I think shes all right, Adam. She admitted that shes fallen in love, but she wont talk about him."
"She wont?" he asked slowly, knowing that his wife could make a rock talk if she set her mind to it.
Sighing deeply, an expression of resignation on her face, she said, "Its time I stepped back and let her make her own way. Shell tell us when shes ready."
With a broad smile, Adam wrapped his wife in a warm embrace, then tilted her head up to kiss her. "That must be hard for you, but I think its the right thing to do. If she doesnt feel like shes going to be questioned so intently, she might be willing to come home more often."
Returning the soft kiss, Anna Lisa shook her head, while giving her husband a smile. "No, thats not it. She doesnt come home because she wants this man in her bed. Shes not ready to tell us, so she cant bring him home with her. As soon as she figures out whatever it is that she has to figure out, I think we can convince her to visit more often and bring him with her."
Adam smiled at his wife, frankly amazed at the change in her attitude. "Youd let her sleep with her boyfriend in the house?"
Shrugging her shoulders, she admitted defeat. "I want my daughter to come home more often. Id rather have her here with a man, than there with the same man. We cant stop her from having sex," she said. "Lord knows weve tried!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
"So what will it be?" Adam asked as his entire family sat in the kitchen, digesting their breakfast.
"What are our choices, Dad?" Peter asked.
"We can play golf "
"No golf!" Anna Lisa declared. "I want all of us to be together."
"Okay," Adam said. "Ive got the keys to Jim Evans boat. How about a day on the bay?"
"Thats my vote," Peter said immediately.
"Im game," Mia said.
"Let me pack a lunch and we can be off," Anna Lisa said, hopping to her feet to get started.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Following the script that she had worked out with Peter on the ride home the previous evening, Mia waited until they were on the water to make her announcement. "Mom, Dad, Ive got good news," she said brightly.
"Whats that?" Adam asked.
"Either Stanford has dropped a few hundred notches academically, or there was a terrible screw-up in the Admissions Office, but, either way, I was accepted into the law school." She waited expectantly for the words to register with her father, grinning widely when his face practically exploded with glee.
"Mia!" he cried. "I didnt even know you had taken the LSATs! Im astounded! Overjoyed, but astounded," he repeated.
"Thats wonderful, baby," Anna Lisa echoed. "Were both very proud of you!"
"Thats the good news," she hedged. "Now the news you might not like so much is that Im not sure Im going to accept."
Adam looked like he was ready to jump overboard, and he said, "You cant turn down an opportunity like this! You cant!"
"Why would you turn it down?" Anna Lisa asked. "You wouldnt have applied if you didnt want to go. This has something to do with this boyfriend, doesnt it?"
"No!" Mia cried, shouting to be heard above the snapping sails. "Well, maybe a little," she said. "Were having a tough time figuring out where well both be next year."
"He wont be in San Quentin, will he?" Anna Lisa asked suspiciously.
"Mom, I said nothing was wrong. That includes dating a felon!"
"Mom, Dad," Peter said, "give her a chance here. Committing to three more years of school right away is a tough thing. Wouldnt you rather she make the decision before she goes, or do you want to waste a years worth of tuition if she drops out?"
"Yeah," Mia piped up. "Im trying to think things through for a change, but I need a little time."
Adam nodded, pleased that his daughter seemed to be taking a mature perspective. "Okay, Mia. You let us know if you need any help in making the decision. Obviously, Id like for you to go and be successful at Stanford, but I only want it if its right for you."
"Thats very generous of you, Dad," she said, wrapping him in a hug. "I know it would mean a lot to you if I went there."
"It would, but no matter what you do Im very proud of you for even being admitted."
"Thanks, Dad," she said, smiling broadly, wondering why on earth she hadnt come home weeks earlier.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Ive got it!"
Ryan turned her head slowly and gazed at the near-joyous look of satisfaction on her partners face. They had been in the air for over an hour, and the taller woman had been nearly asleep for most of that time. Jamie, however, had been busily making notes in her journal, the soft, consistent scratch of her fountain pen lulling Ryan to sleep.
"Care to share?" Ryan said, knowing that it would be impossible to stop her.
"I know how to get Niall out of the doghouse!"
"I know youre good, but I dont see how even you can accomplish that," Ryan said. "Ive spoken with at least six of the lads, and theyre well and truly steamed. I think this is going to have to wear off gradually."
"Thats where youre wrong!" Jamie said, grinning broadly. "When they hear the plan, theyll think hes a hero!"
"Give," Ryan demanded, sitting up a little straighter in her seat.
"Okay." The dark blonde eyebrows twitched vertically a few times, then she turned a few pages in her journal and began. "The main issue is that he made $200,000 and they all made squat, right?"
"Right," Ryan said.
"But, being hard-headed OFlahertys, they wouldnt consider accepting any of the money even if Niall offered, right?"
"Well, I dont necessarily agree with the descriptor, but the facts are correct," Ryan said. "And at this point, even if they wanted the money, they wouldnt take it as a matter of pride."
"Okay how about this," Jamie said, the excitement flowing from her in waves. "Niall takes the entire chuck of money, and uses it to make a down payment on another fixer-upper, either in Noe or the Mission. We form a collective and we all contribute to the mortgage and expenses of the new place. All of us work on the house, and when its done, we sell it. Niall would get his $200,000 back, and the rest of us would split the excess."
Her wide eyes and happy, expectant grin would have made Ryan say it was a marvelous idea, even if it wasnt, but as luck would have it, she thought it was just short of brilliant. "How long has this been rolling around in your mind?" she asked.
"Mmm ever since Conor called to say they were all mad at Niall. I cant stand to have the boys angry with one another." Her expression was so sincere, so guileless, that Ryan couldnt help but lean over and give her a gentle, emotion-filled kiss. Jamie returned it, the soft, moist meeting of their lips creating barely enough noise for Jackie to hear and immediately lean over the seat back to give Ryan a rap on the head.
"No funny stuff on public conveyances, OFlaherty!"
"Everybodys a critic," Ryan called back over her shoulder.
Touching her nose with a fingertip, Jamie said, "We should behave. I dont want to make the other women uncomfortable."
"Im the one whos uncomfortable," Ryan said, rubbing her head.
"So, given the heat of that kiss, I take it that you approve of my idea?"
"I think its absolutely brilliant! And I think the boyos will go for it. Conor told me the other day that he missed working with the fellas on the weekend."
"Now I havent worked out the details, but I think we should propose the rough framework to Niall to see if hes willing. Ill call him as soon as we get home," Jamie said, her face beaming with pleasure.
Ryan leaned in again, but then remembered where they were. "I owe you one," she promised, blowing a kiss instead of delivering one.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Niall is in!" Jamie crowed the second she hung up.
Ryan found it completely adorable that Jamie was the one to take the lead and call Niall, and she thanked the heavens once again that her partner was so very comfortable with her extended family. "What now?"
"I think Ill call Brendan next, and see if he has any ideas for how to structure it. Are you up for having him and Maggie over for dinner to discuss it?"
"Always," Ryan said. "Other than practice, Im free through Thursday."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Mia came home not long after that. "Hey, you two!" She offered hugs to both women, then went to the table in the entryway and picked up a key. "Somethings waiting for you in the garage," she said. "Its blue and hot and its from Germany "
"My X5!" Ryan snatched the key that Mia teasingly dangled, and in the blink of an eye, the door flew open and the excited woman was running down the front stairs, heading for the garage.
"I think shes excited," Mia said dryly as she and Jamie set off at a more moderate pace.
"Get in," Ryan ordered when the approached. Chuckling softly, both women did so, "Who delivered it?" Ryan asked when she met Mias eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"It was cool. They brought it in on a flatbed truck and pushed it into the garage. It was mighty tempting, but I resisted the urge to take it for a spin."
"Good thought," Ryan said, not even able to think of a punishment severe enough to fit that crime. "Theres only 1.7 miles on it," she marveled.
"Its really nice," Jamie said. "Can I play with the buttons?"
"Can I stop you?" Ryan asked.
Jamie stuck her tongue out and started to play, opening and closing the sunroof a few times and discovering the CD player hidden in the glove box.
"Ive never had a new vehicle," Ryan marveled, her hands running all over the matte black, leather-covered dash. "Its so sweet."
"Dont you want to drive it?" Jamie asked.
"Of course. But first, I want to make sure I know where everything is. I dont want to wreck it my first day out!" She proceeded to figure out how to position the mirrors and her seat, while Jamie and Mia both punched every button they could get their fingers on.
Ryan was finally confident, and turned the key. "Ooo nice purr, huh?"
"Sounds a little like you when I rub your belly," Jamie joked.
They went on a short spin around the neighborhood, and to Mias amazement, Ryan let both her and Jamie do a lap around the block. "Great ride," Mia enthused when they returned. "It could be a real neck-snapper if you gunned it."
"Thanks." Ryan was distracted, but she managed to send a smile Mias way. "Its got a good-sized V-8 in it. That gives it some pep."
"Ready for bed?" Jamie asked.
"Heck no. Ive got to play."
"Have at it, but Im going to bed. Kiss me when you get there."
"Uh-huh," Ryan said in her Im not listening to you so youd better not be telling me anything important tone.
Jamie draped her arm around Mias shoulders and said, "I wonder how long it will take her to notice were gone?"
"Given the size of the owners manual, Id say about three a.m.," Mia guessed.
"You may be right," Jamie said. "Ill give you a report tomorrow."
* * * * * * * * * * *
When Jamie saw her roommate the next day she said, "You werent off by much last night. Ryan woke me up at two a.m. with this totally puzzled expression on her face. I honestly dont think she had any idea shed been alone out there for three hours."
"Shes no slouch in the concentration department," Mia said. "Did she have a good time?"
"You know, I think she enjoyed getting to know her car as much as she enjoyed driving it. She seemed quite blissful today. Tired, but blissful."
* * * * * * * * * * *
On Valentines Day afternoon, Ryan stood in her room at her familys home. "Ready to head out?" she asked brightly. Jamie finished hanging up the dress she planned on wearing that night, and gave her partner a broad grin.
"The event you planned takes place outside?" she asked again.
"Yep. Make sure you dress warmly. Well be out until its dark."
"Okay," she said, making sure that her warm gloves were in her pockets. "Should I take my little camera?"
"Yeah. Im pretty sure therell be some photo opportunities."
Finally resigned that her cajoling had been to no effect, and that Ryan would not reveal their destination prematurely, Jamie took her partners hand as they set off for points unknown.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Ryan was not yet ready to take her new car on its maiden voyage across the Bay Bridge, so theyd come in Jims loaner. Since parking was so scarce, they parked the BMW sedan in Nialls driveway at his house in Sunset. Taking off on foot, they passed a building that nearly filled a block. "This is the Irish Cultural Center," Ryan indicated. "This is where I took ceili dancing lessons when I was a little ankle biter."
Jamie laughed at her choice of terms and said, "Knowing how tall you were, you were a butt biter by the time you were old enough to take dance lessons."
"Ahh good point," Ryan said. "I guess I was about four when I started. That would definitely put me within butt biting range of most people."
"Wow, I cant imagine getting a bunch of four-year-olds to concentrate long enough to teach them how to dance. What did you call it again, kay-lee?" she asked, pronouncing it phonetically.
"Yeah, traditional Irish step-dancing."
"Ooo like Riverdance?"
Ryan sniffed and said, "Hardly. If ceili dancing is like classical ballet, Riverdance would be like interpretive dance based on a ballet. Riverdance takes the elements of ceili and runs wild with it."
"Your tone implies you dont think much of Riverdance," Jamie said.
"No, its not that. It is what it is," Ryan said. "I only hope that kids stay interested in the tightly controlled style of the traditional dance. I think they have to know the elements before they can start riffing on them. Id bet that most kids get bored when theyre not running around like Michael Flatley after a few weeks."
"Show me a few steps," Jamie begged. "Ive never seen you dance that way."
Ryan patted her and said, "Ill show you at home. Id look like a nut standing out on the street doing a step dance."
Jamie nodded soberly. "Oh, I understand. You never want to look like a nut." She ran all the way to Sloat Street, barely managing to stay one step ahead of her lovers pinching fingers.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Wanna take a picture of the pup?" Ryan asked, a big grin splitting her face.
"If this is where were having lunch, youre in more trouble than you can imagine," Jamie scolded as they stood outside of the Carousel Diner on Sloat.
"No, were not going to eat here," Ryan said. "I like the dog. I used to come here for a soda after dance lessons while I waited for the bus."
"When you were four!"
"Nah. Conor took lessons with me until he was in high school, and we went together most of the time. I wasnt allowed to ride the bus alone until I was 7 or 8."
Jamie shook her head as she considered letting their children ride alone on a city bus when they were in second grade. Drawing her attention back to the topic at hand, Ryan pointed up. Jamies eyes drifted up the rusted, paint-peeled steel pole, to gaze at the giant dachshund head that rested at the top. The dog wore a chefs hat, and was clad in a neat bow tie. "Its very nice," she said with a forced smile.
"You have no sense of history," Ryan chided her gently. "This is the last intact Doggie Diner dog head in the world!"
"Imagine that," Jamie said. "Are the others in museums? Perhaps the Louvre?" She batted her eyes ingenuously, causing a scowl to form on Ryans face.
"I really like it," she said, her feelings hurt. "Da brought my Mama here when they were dating." Her mouth was turned down into an adorable pout, and Jamie couldnt help but kiss the frown from her face.
"The OFlahertys have always known how to treat their women, havent they, tiger?"
"Hey, he was a young guy no money at all he took her to the zoo, and Golden Gate, and any other place that was free. Heck, she still had the Irish soil on her shoes. Im sure she thought it was a lovely spot compared with the chipper in Killala." At Jamies raised eyebrow, Ryan explained, "When she was growing up the only restaurant in Mamas town was a fish and chips takeaway. Now, fifty years later, the only restaurant is a fish and chips takeaway," she added with a grin. "But its owned by a different guy. Thats progress for ya."
"Im sure your mother thought it was the nicest place shed ever been so long as your father was with her. Thats how I feel when Im with you," she added, sparing a warm kiss for Ryans chilled lips.
Ryan took her hand to start up again, but Jamie paused to take several pictures, mildly disappointed when she was unable to get Ryan in the shot since the head was so high above the ground. She grasped Ryans offered hand and leaned against her shoulder, "I like the doggie, too," she murmured.
* * * * * * * * * * *
They proceeded up the street, with Jamie still having no idea of where they were headed. "I used to go out with a woman who understood my doggie devotion," Ryan sighed.
"Oh, did you now?"
"Yep. She understood the cult. Heck, she had the dog tattooed on the back of her shoulder!"
Jamie turned repeatedly to look at the dog head as it shrank in the distance, then back to her partner, finally asking, "Really?"
"Yeah," Ryan insisted. "The dogs a big deal around these parts, honey."
"Huh." Jamie took her partners hand as they continued to walk, finally asking, "Why did you and your fellow doggie worshiper stop seeing each other? It sounds like you shared a belief system." She said this with a face full of studied innocence, making Ryan smirk at her.
"Honest?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Uhm I uhm couldnt keep up with her," Ryan said, shrugging her broad shoulders. "She was wow she was all that," the dark woman sighed, her mouth twitching into a wistful smile. "If I hadnt been trying to do well in school as well as work a lot of hours, I woulda hung in there. But with my schedule, she almost killed me!"
"Is she still single?" Jamie asked suspiciously.
"Nope. She found a great woman about a year ago. They seem very happy together," Ryan said. Waggling her eyebrows, she added, "Her girlfriend seems very, very satisfied." She waited a beat and added, "Not as satisfied as I am, but thats understandable." Lifting Jamies hand to her mouth, she kissed it gently and said, "No ones as satisfied as I am."
"Good recovery," Jamie said. "Ill let you buy me lunch."
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Were here," Ryan declared a few minutes later as they stood in front of the entrance to the San Francisco Zoo.
"Were going to the zoo for Valentines Day?" Jamie gazed at her partner, waiting for the punch line.
"Dont you like animals?" Ryan asked, cocking her head.
"Well, yeah, but "
"Come on," she insisted, tugging at her hand. "Were gonna miss the show."
"Show?"
Ryan was moving at such a quick pace that Jamie had a difficult time keeping up with her. They walked past every display and habitat, not slowing until they reached an out-of-the-way spot where a uniformed woman asked for their names. Jamie was too out of breath to even question her partner by this time, and after they were waved into the little grove, Ryan grinned at her and asked, "Isnt this a nice place for lunch?"
The smaller woman looked around and saw buffet tables laden with all sorts of delectable looking goodies, ice sculptures in the shapes of various zoo residents, and a champagne bar, where several other couples stood, sipping wine.
"Ryan, why are we having lunch in the zoo? Not that I mind, of course," she hastily added. "It looks fabulous!"
"Its a tour the zoo puts on every year," she said, always pleased to share something new with Jamie. "We have a nice lunch, then we go on a tour with a guide, who explains the mating rituals of a selection of animals."
"Mating rituals?" Jamie asked with one severely raised eyebrow.
"Its Valentines Day. Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Or so Ive been told. Ive never actually seen fleas do it," she said, grinning cheekily.
Jamie led her over to the champagne bar and took a pair of glasses from the tray. Leading Ryan to the nearest space heater, she clinked their glasses together and said, "Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart." Taking a sip, she added, "Im very glad that you brought me here. This is so so you," she said. "A little off-beat, a little wild, very non-traditional. All of the reasons I fell in love with you, all in one package." She smiled up at her and said, "I should have known youd never forget Valentines Day."
"I never will," Ryan pledged, bending slightly to offer a soft kiss. "It gives me a marvelous excuse to kiss you in public," she added with a rakish grin.
As she pulled away, Jamie looked around at the assembled couples and said, "I think were the only lesbian representatives here. Two gay couples, but thats it."
"Thats nice," Ryan sighed, not having heard a word she said. She was gazing at her lover with a besotted smile, letting the warmth of their bond pervade her body. She had never considered Valentines Day a memorable one on the calendar always managing to be blessedly single when the day rolled around. But now, as the lovely blonde gave her a bemused smile, she decided that she quite liked the holiday. Going out of her way to show Jamie how much she loved her was something that she knew she could become very used to.
"Whats that cute little grin for?"
"I was wondering if many animals feel love like we do," she commented thoughtfully. "I mean, I know that many species pair-bond, and some mate for life. Im just wondering if they experience love." She sighed and cocked her head a little, saying, "I hope so. Its a delicious feeling."
The uniformed woman approached and lightly tapped Ryan on the shoulder, interrupting their warm embrace. "The tours going to start soon. Why dont you two go on over and hop on the tram before everyone else."
"Thanks," Ryan said, taking Jamies hand to lead her to the front seat. "We might be the only lesbians on the tour, but were not the only ones in the house," she said. "Sisters looking out for us."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Ryan asked so many questions on the tour that Jamie was afraid the guide regretted her decision to offer them their choice of seats. Luckily, the patient woman clearly loved her job, and she was very well schooled in her subject. The discussion about whether animals felt love lasted for over a quarter of the tour, with no real resolution, but it was fun to watch Ryan and the guide use their logical, scientific minds to try to think the question through.
When they finished, the woman offered to take a couple of photos of them, then Jamie snapped one of Ryan with her new friend. It was almost dark when they left, and the zoo was shutting down for the night. As they walked out, Ryan called out and waved to every creature that she saw, "Gnight. Thanks for sharing your home with us."
"You are one of a kind, Ryan OFlaherty. Im so glad that youre mine."
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