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Lazlo Zalezac
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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 35: Rollercoaster
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

The rides were small and unexciting. The carnival games were 
lame. The food was standard carnival fare. It didn't matter as far as 
Ted was concerned. He was in heaven with the most beautiful girl 
he had ever met. Sitting down at a picnic table across from Amy, 
Ted handed her one of the drinks he had just purchased. She 
accepted it with a smile and a quick thank you.

Looking at her date across the table, Amy said, "I'm really 
impressed."

"By what?" Ted asked looking around.

"You don't seem to be afraid of my dad at all," she answered. 
Every time her father had done something that would normally 
have embarrassed her, Ted had just taken it in stride. 

Nervous, Ted laughed and said, "I'm terrified of your father."

"You sure don't show it," she said surprised by his admission.

"I keep picturing me kissing you and him coming out to haul me 
off to jail or something," Ted said. It was only after he saw her 
blush that he realized what he had said and turned red. Flustered, 
he said, "I keep saying stupid things, don't I?"

"Like what?" Amy asked thinking about the first thing he had said 
to her at the dojo and now admitting that he imagined kissing her. 
Lisa sat down beside her while Harry went around the table to sit 
next to Ted. 

"That I'm in love with you and want to kiss you," Ted said. 

Harry hadn't heard the first part of the discussion and was just in 
time to hear what sounded like Ted declaring his love for Amy. He 
laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder. Still laughing, he 
said, "Slow down, Tiger. Give her a chance to know you."

Ted turned bright red in embarrassment. Amy giggled at her date's 
obvious discomfort. She said, "Harry, let the man talk."

Lisa laughed at the expression on Harry's face. She winked at him 
and said, "You sure were slow. I think it took you three dates to 
declare your love for me. I was beginning to lose patience."

Exaggerating his pain, Harry leaned over to Ted and declared, 
"You are making me look bad in front of the love of my life."

Ted laughed and said, "I was just telling her that I'm terrified of 
her father."

Leaning forward, Amy said, "Listen. Don't worry about my Dad. 
He doesn't really care what happens to me."

Hearing words that could have been uttered by her several months 
earlier, Lisa turned to Amy and said, "You don't really mean that."

"I do. My dad doesn't have any room in his life for me. He's a cop 
first and a father second," Amy said.

"I'm sure that he worries about you," Lisa said. She found that she 
was having difficulty breathing. Memories of feeling unloved 
flooded through her; overwhelming her in light of what she now 
knew was true. Just three words from her father could have kept 
the pain away. Seventeen years ruined because she didn't know 
and he didn't say. Looking at Amy, she swore that the other girl 
wouldn't have to go through that kind of misery one minute longer.

"No. He just likes terrorizing the boys that come to see me," Amy 
said with a sigh. It wasn't that boys had never been interested in 
dating her. It was just after meeting her father every boy that had 
ever come by the house had canceled the date. Shaking her head in 
despair, she said, "He's good at that. Ted's the first boy who has 
ever lasted two conversations with him."

Shaking his head, Ted said, "He's kind of what I expected all 
fathers to be like."

"There are times when I just want to go out and do something 
illegal just to get his attention," Amy said.

Frowning, Ted said, "Never do something that hurts yourself 
because you want attention. You might get some short-term 
attention, but the harm lasts forever."

Feeling a little angry at his defense of her father, Amy said, "He 
spent more time with his criminals in LA than he ever did with 
me!"

Ted reached across the table and took her hand. Looking her in the 
eye, he said, "You are the most beautiful woman that I've ever 
seen. No man could value others more than you."

Trying to collect herself, Amy took a sip of her soft drink. 
Deciding to lighten the topic of conversation, she said, "So far 
you've told me that you love me, you want to kiss me, and that I'm 
beautiful. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Lisa recognized Amy's attempt to change the subject for what it 
was. She looked across the table at Harry and said, "Harry, would 
you like to come with me for a minute?"

"That's a good idea. We'll leave so that Ted can say some more 
mushy stuff to Amy," Harry joked as he rose from his chair.

Ted and Amy laughed at the parting shot. Turning his attention 
back to Amy, Ted said, "I like your dress."

"I bought it just for this date. I was afraid that it was a little fancy 
for a bowling date, but I liked it," Amy said. 

---

Lisa dragged Harry across the carnival grounds seeking a 
particular person. Not understanding what she wanted, Harry 
struggled to keep up with her. Finally, he asked, "Lisa, what's the 
matter?"

"I have to find her father," she said. There was a sense of urgency 
in her voice.

"Why?" Harry asked puzzled by her insistence 

"He has to know," she said.

"Know what?" Harry asked following her. He spotted Amy's 
father and said, "He's over there."

"Stay here," Lisa said while heading directly to Amy's father. 

Harry didn't know what to do. He stopped and then followed 
behind her at a walk. He watched Amy grab Victor and lead him 
away to a private place. It wasn't until he had almost reached them 
that he realized what Amy was talking about. He stopped and 
waited for her to finish her conversation.

Victor Harmon stared at the young woman who insisted that he 
step away for a private conversation. He had seen many kids 
turning in others for illegal activity, but this young woman wasn't 
acting like that. Hoping that he wasn't making a mistake, he 
followed her to a quiet area. Once there, he asked, "What do you 
want?"

After taking a deep breath, Lisa said, "For years I was convinced 
that my father didn't like me. Finally, I reached the point where I 
didn't care what happened to me. I just wanted out of his life."

Rubbing his forehead, Victor decided that she was reporting that 
her father was abusing her. He was going to have to treat this very 
carefully. In a reassuring voice, he said, "Tell me all about it."

"Everything was horrible until the day I found out how much he 
loved me. That was the best day of my life," Lisa said realizing 
that she wasn't making any sense.

Confused, Victor asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he finally told me how much I had meant to him. He 
remembered little things about my whole life. He told me how 
proud he was of me. You have no idea how bad it feels to think 
that your daddy doesn't love you. When you discover that it is just 
the opposite, it's so great I don't even know how to describe it."

This didn't sound like any child abuse report that he'd ever heard. 
Folding his arms across his chest, he said, "Let me get this straight. 
You thought that your daddy didn't love you, but then you 
discovered that he did."

"Right," Lisa said realizing that they weren't really 
communicating.

"So why are you telling me this?" Victor asked hoping to get to the 
problem.

"Because Amy thinks you don't love her," Lisa blurted out. 

Victor shouted, "What?"

"You daughter thinks that you don't love her."

Stunned, Victor said, "I'm going to kill her."

"No. No, don't do that! All she needs is for you to tell her that you 
love her," Lisa said. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. Before 
she knew it, Harry was there and holding her in his arms.

Victor couldn't believe his daughter was telling complete strangers 
that he didn't love her. He looked at Harry and asked, "Do you 
know what she's talking about?"

"Yes, sir. I do," Harry said running a hand over Lisa's back. He 
felt very uneasy about this entire discussion. 

"Explain it to me," Victor demanded. He knew how to get 
information from unwilling witnesses.

Harry shifted nervously and then said, "Sometimes people interpret 
things differently. You see working as supporting your family. It 
happens at times that your family sees your work as an excuse to 
leave them at home. You need to talk to Amy and let her know 
how you feel about her. That's all."

Putting his hands on his hips, Victor looked across the crowd with 
a glare on his face. Angry, he said, "That boy is filling her head 
with shit. I'm going to kill the little bastard."

Surprising Harry, Lisa flew out his arms and attacked Victor. 
Striking his chest with her little fists in a childish flailing motion, 
she shouted, "You stupid fool. Don't blame Ted because you can't 
tell her that you love her. You love her. I know you love her. Why 
can't you just tell her that?"

Barely able to believe what was happening, Harry stepped forward 
and pulled Lisa off Victor. Holding her in his arms, he said, "Calm 
down, Lisa."

Victor stared at the sobbing mess in shock. He had been attacked 
by some pretty rough and tough criminals. None of them had ever 
hurt him as much as this little girl. Looking up at Harry, he asked, 
"Is she telling the truth?"

"Yes," Harry said while turning Lisa around so that he could wrap 
his arms around her. Putting his mouth next to her ear, he 
whispered, "I love you, Lisa."

After a minute, Lisa calmed down and stopped crying. She stepped 
back and, wiping her eyes, said, "I must look horrible. I need to 
visit a rest room and fix my face."

"There's one in the firehouse," Harry said leading her in that 
direction.

Victor stood there staring at the young couple walk off to the 
firehouse. The young lady had given him something to think about. 
After a few minutes, he pulled himself together and went off in 
search of his daughter and her boyfriend. He wondered when he 
started thinking of that boy as her boyfriend. 

He found them standing in line to buy some cotton candy. For a 
full minute, he stood off to the side watching them. Ted was so 
attentive to her desires, making sure that the woman behind the 
counter gave her the pink cotton candy rather than the blue. The 
scene reminded him of when he was dating his wife and they had 
spent the day at the state fair. He was so in love with his wife. 

Shaking his head, he walked over to where they were eating their 
treat. Once there, he said, "Ted, your father will come pick you 
up?"

"Yes, sir," Ted answered.

"Do you think he would mind dropping Amy off at our house?" 

"He wouldn't mind, sir," Ted answered glancing over at Amy. She 
was frowning and staring at her father.

Leaning over, Victor said, "Try to get her home about ten thirty, 
okay?"

"Yes, Father," Amy said feeling that her father was abandoning her 
once again. At least ten thirty would allow them to stay another 
hour.

"Yes, sir," Ted said.

Victor frowned at the hostile tone in her voice. At least the boy 
was being polite. He said, "I'll see you when you get home."

Amy watched her father walk off. For some reason he looked a 
little smaller, but she considered that her attitude was the reason. 
Confused, Ted had watched the exchange between father and 
daughter. This date was not going as well as he had hoped. There 
was a tension here that he couldn't release.

Turning to Ted, Amy said, "We've got an hour."

"That's not long enough," Ted said looking at her.

"Why?"

"I could look at you forever."

"Just look?" Amy asked in a teasing voice. 

Ted grinned and said, "I think I had better be quiet now."

Harry walked over to them and called out, "Ted! Amy! We're 
going to have to go. Something happened that has Lisa a little 
upset. I hope that you don't mind."

Looking over at Harry, Ted said, "I hope she'll be all right."

"She'll be fine. I think she needs a little time to calm down," Harry 
answered looking back at the firehouse. 

Amy looked at Harry suspecting that this was some sort of plan to 
put her alone with Ted. Frowning, she asked, "What's the matter?"

"She heard something that reminded her of a very unpleasant time 
in her life. It kind of upset her," Harry answered. Looking at the 
couple, he said, "I'm really sorry. I really do need to take her 
home."

"That's okay. I hope she's feeling better," Ted said. 

"Sure," Harry said. He left to take Lisa home. 

Alone with Amy, Ted said, "I'm kind of surprised about Lisa. I 
wonder what happened to upset her. I hope it wasn't anything that 
I said."

"I can't think of anything either of us said that would upset her," 
Amy said. She looked at him and asked, "Do you think something 
is really the matter with her?"

"Yes. Harry knows how important this date is for me. He wouldn't 
leave me here alone unless something was really the matter with 
Lisa," Ted said looking off in the direction that Harry had gone.

He missed the expression on Amy's face when he had conveyed 
how important this date was for him. She pulled off a piece of the 
cotton candy and put it in her mouth. So far this evening, he had 
told her she was beautiful, that he thought about kissing her, that 
she was wonderful, that he could look at her forever, and now he 
had just admitted how important this date was for him. If this was 
baseball, she figured that her team had just hit a grand slam. 

"I'm sorry that I don't have her telephone number. I'd like to give 
her a call tomorrow and see if she is okay," Amy said. She was 
new to town and couldn't afford to lose any friends.

"I'll call Harry in the morning and get it for you," Ted said. After a 
second, he said, "I just realized that I don't have your telephone 
number."

After handing him her cotton candy, Amy dug in her purse and 
pulled out a notepad with a pen. She scribbled her name across the 
top and added her telephone number. With a little smile, she added 
a heart under the telephone number. She tore out the sheet and put 
the pad back in her purse. Taking the cotton candy from him, she 
handed him the sheet of paper. 

Ted looked at it for a second before he realized that the area code 
was wrong. Confused, he asked, "Is this right?"

"Sure. Why?"

"The area code isn't from around here," Ted said. If it hadn't been 
for the little heart she had drawn under the number he would have 
just glanced at it and put it in his pocket. 

"Oh, that's my old number," she said with a frown. She hadn't 
realized it, but she had written down her telephone number from 
her old house.

"Oh," Ted said. 

Frustrated, she said, "I can't remember my new phone number."

Ted said, "Give me your pen and I'll give you my telephone 
number."

"Good idea," Amy said. She handed the pen over to him and then 
watched as he tried to balance his cotton candy, the piece of paper, 
and the pen while trying to write. She took the cotton candy out of 
his hand.

Ted wrote his name and telephone number down on the bottom 
half of the piece of paper. After a quick glance at Amy, he added a 
heart under his number. He tore the piece of paper in half and gave 
her the half that had his number. They juggled pen and cotton 
candy. She glanced down at the piece of paper and noticed the 
little heart he had drawn. Smiling, she put it in her purse and said, 
"I'll give you a call tomorrow morning."

"Great," Ted said. He flashed on not wanting to wait until the next 
day to talk to her and then realized they were still together. 

"Let's walk around one more time before we have to go," Amy 
suggested.

"Anything you want," Ted said.

At ten, Ted called his father to pick him up. He knew that it was 
about ten minutes from the house, but he wanted to make sure that 
he got Amy home on time. After making the call, he turned to 
Amy and said, "My dad will be here in about fifteen minutes."

"Hmm, I wonder what we could do for the next fifteen minutes," 
Amy said looking at Ted with a smile.

"I don't know. Would you like to try one of the games?" Ted 
asked.

"Well, your father will be here in about fifteen minutes. I don't 
think that you'll want to kiss me goodnight with your father 
watching," Amy said rocking back and forth. 

"Oh," Ted said feeling his heart thumping in his chest.

---

Cathy sat across the table from her father looking at the menu. It 
was a diner, but they served great deserts. She looked up and said, 
"I think I'll have a cup of coffee and a slice of cherry pie."

"Coffee?" Greg asked raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll take milk," she answered with a smile. He wasn't ready 
for her to grow up that much.

"I think I'll have a cup of coffee and a slice of the blueberry pie," 
Greg said. He looked over at Cathy and saw that she was wearing a 
fake scowl. Grinning, he said, "Okay, I'll take milk."

"Daddy! You're making fun of me."

"Sorry," Greg said. He settled back in his seat and looked at his 
daughter across the table from him. In a soft voice, he said, "I think 
the last time you and I did something together was back when you 
were in Girl Scouts. They had those father-daughter dinners every 
year."

"That was the Brownies," she said.

"You've really grown up," Greg said. It was hard to believe that 
the young woman sitting across from his was the same little girl 
with whom he used to stop for ice cream after those meetings. 

"I guess so," Cathy said.

Looking down at his place setting, he said, "I guess I missed a 
couple of years of your life. I don't really know how that 
happened, but I'm sorry about it."

"That's okay, Daddy," she said.

"I love you," he said.

Cathy could listen to that over and over. Smiling at her father, she 
said, "I know, Daddy. I love you too."

"I'd like to know a little about what is going on in your life," Greg 
said.

"Well, you know about Sam."

Frowning, Greg said, "Oh yes, Sam."

"You don't like him, do you?"

Before he had a chance to answer the waitress came over and took 
their order. It was only after the waitress left, that he answered, "I 
don't really know Sam."

Biting her lower lip, Cathy asked, "Would you at least try to get to 
know him?"

"Sure," Greg answered. He wondered what getting to know Sam 
would involve. 

Cathy watched her father trying to decide if he was serious about 
spending a little time with her boyfriend. After a minute, she said, 
"Do you think we could do a picnic with him coming along with 
us?"

Greg was thoughtful for a second and then said, "A picnic. That 
sounds nice. You know, I don't think I've been on a picnic since 
your mother and I were dating. God, has it really been that long."

"Really?" Cathy asked. She had thrown out the idea of a picnic out 
of desperation. She couldn't think of anything else to do that would 
allow her father to get to know her boyfriend.

"I bet your mother would enjoy that, too," Greg said. 

The waitress returned with their milks and slices of pie. After 
Cathy took a bite, she said, "I'm going to have red teeth all night."

"I'm going to have blue teeth," Greg said before tasting his pie. He 
chewed while thinking about a picnic. He asked, "Would you mind 
if Harry, Lisa, Jack, and June came along on the picnic? Us men 
could do manly things like throw horseshoes, burn meat, and brag 
about fish we've caught. That might give me a chance to know 
Sam a little better."

Giving him a smile that showed her red teeth, Cathy said, "That 
would be great."

Seeing her teeth, he smiled and said, "You've got a red smile."

"You've got a blue smile," she said with a giggle. 
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