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Subject: {ASSM} Tom's Diary 4-07-02 {Gina Marie Wylie}  (teen)
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Tom's Diary

Sunday April 7, 2002

	I woke up, momentarily disoriented.  I wasn't sure where I was,
and for a horrid second I thought I was upside down again, since
I was sitting up.  I felt something warm pressing against my
side.  Things snapped back into focus as I realized it was Jenny,
and I was on the couch in the family room.  The lights were out,
and so far as I could tell, Jenny and I were by ourselves.

	I shifted slightly, and Jenny spoke up.  "I'm awake."

	"Hi, everyone else go to bed?" I asked.

	"Mary, Elizabeth and Shannon went home.  The others went
upstairs a while ago."

	I turned towards her, saw her smiling at me.  "You and me,
together again," Jenny said.

	I think she meant it to be funny; instead, her voice cracked.  I
leaned close and kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose, just
for a second.

	"You okay, Jenny?"

	"Do you think I'm terrible?" she asked.

	I shook my head, a little mystified.  "No, of course not."

	"The other day, they asked me what I wanted to do about funeral
arrangements for my parents," Jenny paused.  "I told them they'd
kicked me out, they should get in touch with the others in the
family and let them decide.  My dad has an older brother; my mom
two younger brothers and a sister."

	"Jenny, if there was ever someone who had a right to just let
them go, it's you.

	"I'm not sure any more about some things, but I do believe in
right and wrong.  What they did, what they let your brother do,
was wrong.  You did a good thing, getting out of there when you
did."

	She hugged me, hugged me tight.

	"Tom, could we do like we did the first night?  Just curl up in
bed?"

	I smiled, resisted the urge to lean close and kiss her on the
forehead and say of course.  "Yes, Jenny.  With me, it will
always be what you want, not what I want.  I'm fine with just
knowing you're next to me, and safe.  In fact, I'm better than
fine with it."

	The hug was repeated, only much, much harder.  I stood up, gave
her a hand up off the sofa, and didn't try to hold onto her.  We
went up the stairs and into my room.  I stripped down to my
underwear, Jenny put on a nightie.

	"Thank you, Tom," she whispered.  "Thank you."

	I glanced at my clock, it was after one in the morning.  "You
should sleep.  Dad wants to go to the zoo later.  It's going to
be a warm day; odds are we'll come home exhausted."

	She spooned in behind me, putting her arm around my waist. 
"Good night, Tom."

	"Good night, Jenny."

	I slept soundly, and while I could remember dreaming, my dreams
were ephemeral, dreams that I couldn't remember at all when JR
came to wake us.  My sister had an idea she wanted to try, and
wasn't interested in hearing our opinions.  "I want us all to
take a shower together.  Just washing and touching... not getting
carried away."

	I didn't want to tell JR that I didn't think it was going to
work, because she was so bubbly happy and enthused about the
idea.

	It didn't really work, either.  A regular shower enclosure just
doesn't have enough people for three people at a time.  One
person was at the end, chilled.  Another person was getting
drowned and the one in the middle, splashed.

	I was really proud of JR, though, because when we were drying
off, she said, "Well, that was an idea whose time hasn't come."

	"The shower's too small," Jenny said, looking serious.

	JR snorted in derision.  "The shower's way too small!"  We all
chuckled at that.

	It was an idea that had been perking in my head for a couple of
days.  "JR, what would you say if we moved to a new house?  One
with bigger tubs?"

	She slapped me playfully on the butt.  "I don't think I want to
move just to get a bigger tub.  And I sure don't want to change
schools."

	I contemplated if Uncle Craig or Mom had mentioned home
schooling to JR.  So, since I was curious, I just out and asked.

	JR snorted.  "Mom might like Uncle Craig, but he's such a jerk!
No, I don't want to give up my friends at school!  No, I don't
want to study how to live the life of the rich and famous!  Not
for Joanna Ferguson!  Not going to happen!  I told them where
they could put the idea!"

	"But what about a larger house, close to here?  There are a
whole slew of them."

	"You mean the country club houses?"  JR asked, and I nodded,
because that was what I'd been thinking.  Some of them were like
small castles; dozens and dozens of rooms.

	I turned to Jenny.  "What do you think, Jenny?"

	"It's not for me to decide," she said, sounding like Mary the
night I'd been in the accident.

	I was going to speak, but JR beat me to it.  "Jennifer!  Aren't
you forgetting you're an orphan?  Mom and Dad are going to adopt
you?  You became a member of this family right after you moved
in.  Please, Jennifer, please.  You're not just our friend,
you're our sister, too!"

	Jenny started to cry softly, and we both hugged her.  That
didn't last long, because Dad bellowed up from the bottom of the
steps that he wanted to go see animals.  So, we went to our rooms
to dress.

	I've never understood what my dad sees in going to the zoo. 
He's an engineer!  You'd think he'd find looking at displays of
desert tortoises, mountain lions, deer, elk, antelope and the
myriad other critters that live in the desert boring.  Instead,
it seems to fascinate him.

	Once, back in sixth grade, I'd made the mistake of voicing my
opinion to him.  He'd grinned, and the next thing I found I had
to do was make a list of all the animals at the zoo that lived in
Arizona.

	It might sound like a simple thing to do, but the first night
he'd checked it, and told me I had less than half.  He told me
I'd have to write a one-page paper on each animal that I missed.
We'd went back the next day, and I learned a lot about the zoo
that I'd not known before.  I'd not seen the rodent collection
before, for instance.  I didn't like the bird tent, either.  You
tended to come out daubed with bird poop.

	How did I do?  My father is really smart, really, really smart.
He added a hundred and fifty names to the list I'd already made,
that had more than two hundred names already on it.  I'd not gone
into the insect or spider buildings either.

	So, we spent the day, wandering the zoo.  It was clear that
Jenny had never been before, so JR and I took turns taking her to
places we really liked.  About one, we met at the restaurant, sat
at an outside table and had lunch, then back again looking at
everything, even the birds.  Jenny really liked the bird tent;
she was utterly fascinated by the riot of color, the sounds of
their songs and chattering.

	Around four, we were all suffering the usual zoo day
afflictions: sore feet, aching legs, and entirely too much sun. 
The only member of the family who was at all chipper was Dad,
which was something that always amazed me.

Mary had invited us over for dinner at her house, and we went
straight from the zoo there.  We got to listen to Shannon play
her violin for us, while Mom and Mary worked on the last
preparations for dinner.

Pot roast.  People make jokes about pot roast, but that's because
they aren't all that smart.  Mary had put the roast in a baking
pan; the roast perched on a rack.  She'd put an inch or so of
water in the base of the roasting pan, plus carrots, potatoes,
garlic, onions and celery.

Not only did we have some killer roast beef, but the soup she
made from the veggies was just as good.

I know all this stuff because Dad made some stupid comment about
how Mary really knew how to roast beef.  Some people, Dad
averred, actually boiled the meat; obviously he thought boiled
beef was terrible.  Mary explained what she'd done to cook it. 
The water kind of half steamed the beef, while the oven was
baking it.  It was cool, seeing Dad looking silly.

Mom called Kim after we ate, while the five of us kids took care
of the cleanup chores.  Kim and Penny were back; Aunt Shirley had
followed them in her car as well.  Tomorrow evening Mom told
everyone we would have a big dinner at our house, with everyone
coming.

Again, the sheer logistics was daunting.  Our family was five. 
Mary's was three.  Kim and Penny, my aunt and uncle.  Twelve for
dinner?  It was I thought, going to be interesting for sure,
because we only had eleven dinner plates; one of the double set
having given it's all months before when JR had dropped it.

Elizabeth had been talking to Jenny; all of a sudden they were
talking up Elizabeth's idea of eight person Scrabble.  You can't
play Scrabble with eight people, or so the rules said; the game
was designed for four people.

I was sent home to fetch our game set, while everyone else was
sitting around, enjoying after dinner conversation.

Karma, fate... call it what you will, but it works in strange
ways.

I got out to the first big street, and there was a funeral
procession going by, going the way I wanted to go.  Since a left
was impossible, I made a right, planning on circling around.  My
thought was that rather than just sit and wait, it would feel
better driving.

I'd gotten well along, when my cell phone went off.  I mean, when
the phone rings, it's kind of ingrained.  You answer it, right? 
Except I was driving Mom's car and it was a pain to drive one
handed.

"Tom, this is Miriam."

"Hello, Miriam," I told her, realizing as I did, that I needed to
pull over.  "Miriam, could you give me a second to pull over?  I
don't want to talk and drive at the same time."

"Sure."

So, instead of turning north on Central at McDowell, I went
straight.  It took a couple of blocks before I found a parking
lot I could pull into.  "You still there, Miriam?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to disturb you on a Sunday evening, Tom, but I
was wondering if you could come by my office tomorrow after
school.  I'd like to talk to you about what you'd like to do
about investing your trust funds."

I nearly blurted out that I thought Uncle Craig had been clear
enough.  Start changing things so as to run up transaction fees,
and it wouldn't be good.  Then I remembered two important things.
 I wanted to ask her what Uncle Craig had said to either her or
her boss.  That, and it wasn't fair if I made a rash judgment,
based on no evidence.

"Sure, Miriam.  How about four tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'll see you then," she told me, hanging up.

I put the cell phone back on my belt, and sat thinking for a
second.

Like I said, these things might be what Elizabeth deals with
every day.  For me, it wasn't like that.

Yes, I sat there in the parking lot I'd pulled into, thinking.

The sign on the building finally penetrated my thoughts.  Garish,
red letters three feet tall.  "Lease Expiring!  Close Out!  Huge
Inventory Clearance!"  Then beneath that, in letters equally red
and tall, "Hartfield and McComb, Agents."  With a telephone
number to call for inquiries.

I'd seen this building since I was a kid.  A huge red brick
edifice, one that I'd been told had started existence as a Jewish
Temple, but the congregation had declined until they could no
long support the building.  For the last couple of years, the
downstairs was a very large pawnshop, with general office space
upstairs.

It was about two miles from the high school, a bit more than that
to JR's middle school.  In any case, it was April; I was
tolerably sure that dealing with a lease or buying a building
takes some time, but if it was a done deal, the sign would have
come down.

I wrote down the phone number, then scooted home, got the game
and headed back.

You think playing Scrabble with one set of letters is exciting? 
Try it with two!

There were some killer words on the board, plus some killer
scores.  My problem was, I'd much rather have a cool word than a
good score.  I mean, 'MEANIE' is cool, but worth practically
nothing.  Get that X in AXIS on the right triple letter square,
and you can take the points to the bank.

Fate, karma, it happened again.  I had a lot of vowels, I made
use of them, filling in simple words here and there.  For
whatever reason, I finished using all of the available letters
first.

There is something terrible about watching people continue to
play the game, where you know the best you can do is fourth, and
that was if everyone ate their letters.  Which they weren't
doing.

My cell phone went off again, and I lifted it up.  "Tom," I
spoke.

"Tom, this is Eleanor.  Do you have a minute?"

"I have several minutes.  I'd tell you that I'm losing my shirt
playing Scrabble, but you might misinterpret it."

She laughed, "Shirt, eh?"

"Shirt," I confirmed.

"I talked to Marcus Stewart hyphen Jones this evening.  He runs a
teen outreach program in south Phoenix.  He will give you an
orientation on Tuesday, if you're still interested in seeing what
they do."

"I'm interested.  What time and where?"

The address I got was in South Phoenix, on Baseline just off
Central; a small store front in a mini mall with a big grocery
store at five pm.  I told her I would be there, and thanked her.

Dad was out by then, grumping, since he was not going to be one
of the people who finished ahead of me.

"I have an appointment back at the bank tomorrow after school," I
announced.  "I can chauffeur, but then I have to split.  Tuesday,
I'm doing something personal.  I'm going to drop everyone off
after school, then go downtown."

The last wasn't the whole truth and nothing like the truth, but
if I told Mom or Dad where I was going, they'd worry.  Downtown
was a fib, but better than the worry.
Jenny got one point less than Elizabeth, JR was tied with Mary a
few points back.  Mom had beaten me; at least Dad got to finish
ahead of Shannon.

It was a work/school night, so we left a little after nine.  I
gave Mary a solid kiss and she returned it.  Then Elizabeth and I
simply held each other, looking each other in the eye.  There was
something cosmic about us; I'd already figured that out.

At home, we were ordered to bed, forthwith.  I for one, was
suffering from extensive zoo time, plus a long, long three
weeks.

There were the usual hugs and kisses before we were to climb
between the sheets.  Mom and Dad went off, hand in hand, grinning
like I imagined I had, contemplating JR's pussy for the first
time.

I was, in spite of it all the myriad surprises in the last few
weeks, unprepared for what happened next.

JR and Elizabeth vanished in tandem to the bathroom; something
that didn't excite much curiosity on my part.  A few minutes
later, they returned.  Instead of more hugs and kisses, they
stood together, but not touching.

"Tom," JR started, "you're the coolest guy I know.  The most
understanding."

Jenny nodded.

"JR, if you just want to go off to bed by yourself, that's fine.
If you want to snuggle together, and nothing else; that's fine
too.  Whatever you want."

"Tom," JR said firmly, "shut up!"

I blinked, and then nodded.  JR didn't usually get upset at
nothing.

"Jennifer and me... it's that time of the month.  Both of us at
once.  Actually, Mom too."

My first thought was stark terror.  My second thought was
schizophrenic delusion.  I had to be dreaming, this wasn't really
happening.

"You said the other day you haven't had a period before."  I
tried to keep my voice from rising.

JR made a face.  "There's a first time for everything.  I wasn't
in a hurry, and now I know why.  This isn't much fun."

"But..."  I gargled, unable to go on.

"Tom, I know," JR said, hugging me.  "We talked about it, didn't
we?  The bad news is that you were right to be concerned.  The
good news is, we were lucky.  I was lucky.  Mom is going to make
an appointment for me at the doctor and then we will see what we
see."

"I don't know what to say," my voice was forlorn, I felt worse. 
Once again, my own words had come back to haunt me.

"Tell me that you love me."

"That's no problem," I told her.  "I love you.  I love you both.
But gosh..."

"Yeah," JR replied.  "Yeah.  The other day, your car got mashed,
but you were okay.  Today, it's my turn to walk away from what
was nearly a major accident.  I tell you true, Tom.  If I have a
daughter, she's going to get the same lectures Mom gave me, plus
some of mine.  Girls are fine to play with; boys, you just have
to wait, take your time.  Otherwise you're taking big chances."

Jenny had been sitting quietly, watching us.  "Tom, don't beat
yourself up over it."  It was Jenny's turn to grimace.  "I'm
going to the doctor too, just for a check up.  It's something
women have to live with."

"It's something I should have been more careful about," I said
emphatically.  "When I think about what would happen if JR got
pregnant...  It scares me.  It really scares me."

I'd been careful with Marsha, JR and Penny, asking.  By the time
I went to the orgy, I'd stopped asking.  It had been Sally who
told me that she had gone to the nurse for birth control; I
hadn't asked.  From now on, I was going to ask.

"Well, I'm going to deal with it, and I do want to be with you
again, so I will take precautions," JR told me.  "I think we
should just snuggle up now and get some sleep.  Tomorrow is a
school day."

We traded hugs, then Jenny wrapped around me from behind, while I
did the same thing with JR.

"You really need a bigger bed, Tom," JR murmured, once we were
comfortable.

"I think you said that before.  But, I'd need a bigger room.  I'm
thinking about that."

"Mmmm," she said sleepily.  "Night Jenny, Tom."

A round of good nights followed, and I lay awake for a few
minutes after I was sure they were both asleep.

There were simply too many things to think about; it was hard to
keep track of them.  But, like I'd told JR the other day, I
didn't know what I could do.  I liked each and every person I'd
slept with.  I was beginning to understand that while my hormones
could drive my interest, if the interest wasn't there, the
hormones didn't get far.

Someday I suppose, I'll be old and toothless, no hormones.  I
wasn't in a hurry to get there.  The world wasn't perfect, I
wasn't perfect, but the world was pretty nice and I tried to do
the best I could.  I let sleep come them, content.

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