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Lazlo Zalezac
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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 36: The Strong Silent Type
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

Jack was seated in his chair reading the newspaper while June was 
in the kitchen cooking. He turned the page and snapped the 
newspaper to straighten out the page. He heard the front door open 
and lowered the paper. He was in time to see Lisa running towards 
him with tears in her eyes. He just managed to get the newspaper 
out of the way when she landed in his lap. He asked, "What's the 
matter, Lisa?"

"I attacked a policeman," Lisa said while sobbing.

"What?" Jack asked sitting up straighter.

"I attacked a policeman."

"Why?"

"Oh, it was a horrible evening," she cried.

"Did Harry do something to you?" Jack asked.

"No. Harry was wonderful."

Pleased to hear that the tears weren't because of Harry, Jack asked, 
"So what happened?"

"The girl that Ted is dating thinks that her father doesn't love her. 
It reminded me of when I used to think that. I remembered how 
horrible I felt and I was so sorry for her," Lisa said. Just about 
every third word was interrupted with a sob. 

"Where does the policeman come into the story?" Jack asked. He 
wished that June was here. She would be able to get all of the 
details and provide him with a summary that he would understand.

"Her father is a policeman," Lisa answered.

"Is he the policeman that you attacked?" Jack asked.

"Yes. I told him to go tell his daughter that he loved her, but he 
wouldn't. I was so frustrated that I just wanted to kill him," Lisa 
said. She pulled away from his embrace and added, "Harry got me 
and then brought me home."

"Where is Harry?"

Lisa bit her knuckles and then answered, "I don't know. I left him 
outside."

Looking towards the kitchen, Jack shouted, "June, can you come 
out here?"

June came out of the kitchen and saw Lisa sitting on Jack's lap. 
She frowned and then glanced in the kitchen. Not trying to sound 
too disappointed, she said, "You're home early."

"Your daughter needs to talk to you. I need to see what Harry is 
doing," Jack said.

While Lisa was climbing out of his lap, June said, "I was making 
some cookies."

"Cookies?" Jack asked. His thoughts immediately went to June 
bringing out the cookies wearing nothing except for an apron. 

"Cookies?" Lisa asked thinking that she was so lucky that her 
mother had made one of her comfort foods.

"Yes, they'll be ready in about five minutes. Come in the kitchen 
with me and we'll talk while I take care of the cookies," June said.

Once Lisa went into the kitchen with June, Jack raced out the front 
door. He spotted Harry standing in the driveway trying to make up 
his mind what he should do. Jack called out, "Harry. Come here."

Swallowing heavily, Harry walked over to Jack and said, "Good 
evening, sir."

"What in the hell happened?"

"I don't really understand what happened. We were sitting around 
a picnic table talking with Ted and Amy. It really started to get a 
little strained when Amy started talking about how her father 
doesn't love her. Lisa was getting a little upset and I tried to keep 
things light hearted, but all of a sudden she charges off dragging 
me with her," Harry answered.

"What happened then?"

Feeling very uncomfortable, Harry looked around for a moment 
before he answered, "She went up to Amy's father, he's the new 
Chief of Police, and starts telling him about how she thought you 
didn't love her. Then she tells him that you do love her. To tell the 
truth, I think Amy's father and I were both pretty confused by 
then."

"I can imagine."

"Anyway, she orders him to tell Amy that he loves her. He was 
kind of upset at being told that his daughter didn't think he loved 
her."

Jack interrupted and said, "I bet he was."

"When he didn't react the way Lisa expected him to, she started 
hitting him on the chest. I pulled her off of him and held her until 
she calmed down. I took her to the restroom so that she could wash 
her face. I told Ted we had to go and I brought here her," Harry 
said. 

"Was the girl's father angry at Lisa?"

Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He answered, "I 
don't know, Mr. McCullum. He didn't arrest her."

Sighing, Jack thought about the events of the evening. Just about 
the time he thought life had calmed down, something always 
happened to stir things up. He sighed and said, "June has made 
some cookies. Do you want to come in and have some?"

"That would be nice, sir," Harry answered. He looked at his watch 
and said, "Maybe I should call my parents and let them know I'll 
be late."

Absolutely hating himself for what he was about to say, Jack said, 
"You might as well tell them you'll be home in the morning. I've 
got a feeling my little girl needs you tonight."

Pausing, Harry looked at Jack for a second and then said, "That 
must have hurt."

Jack barked out a laugh and said, "You have no idea."

---

Victor Harmon walked into his new house and looked around. It 
was huge and he still couldn't get over the fact that it cost the same 
as they had received when they sold their dinky little house in LA. 
He found his wife in the new living room. It was pretty bare with 
just their couch and entertainment center in it. 

Frowning, he asked, "Can I turn off the television?"

"I'm watching the show," Vicki said without looking away from 
the screen.

"I need to talk to you," Victor said looking over at the television.

There was something in his voice that suggested he was upset. 
Using the remote control, she put the television on mute and turned 
to face him. Seeing the expression on his face, she hit the off 
button on the remote. She asked, "What's the matter?"

"I was attacked today by a young lady," Victor said shaking his 
head.

"What?" Vicki screamed sitting up. The whole reason they had 
moved away from LA was to get away from the violent drug 
dealers. 

"Oh, it wasn't like that. She was the date of the other boy that was 
with Amy's date."

"What happened?"

Victor shook his head and answered, "I'm not really sure. She kept 
saying that Amy believes that I don't love her. She kept insisting 
that I tell Amy that I love her. After that, she started wailing on my 
chest and screaming that I had to tell Amy that I love her."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. Her date calmed her down and then took her 
home," Victor answered. He realized that he should have followed 
through on what happened afterwards.

"Oh," Vicki said.

"Do you think it is true?" Victor asked.

"What?"

"Do you think she believes that I don't love her?"

Vicki didn't really want to answer that question. Things had been 
tense between Victor and Amy for several years. She asked, "Do 
you ever tell her that you love her?"

"No," Victor answered.

"So tell her," Vicki said.

The big man paced around the room for a minute and then said, "I 
don't like saying that kind of stuff."

"Well, you better start telling that kind of stuff to all of the ladies 
in your life!" Vicki said. 

"Hey, I moved here for you and her. I knew that you worried about 
me every time that I went to work. You wanted to come here 
where it would be quieter. What do I have to do to show you that I 
love you?" Victor said feeling a little angry.

"It's nice to hear it occasionally. Vic, I love you. I love you so 
much that it hurts me every time you step out the door. You've got 
a dangerous job. Every night in LA, I used to sit at home 
wondering if that was the night you wouldn't come home. I used to 
get so angry at you. You'd leave and never tell me that you loved 
me. I kept thinking that my last memory of you would be of you 
walking out the door like John Wayne going after some outlaw. I 
wanted my last memory to be of you telling me that you loved 
me," Vicki said. 

Four months earlier they had a similar discussion when the 
opportunity to move here had arisen so Victor wasn't entirely 
surprised. She hadn't included the last part about how she wanted 
to remember him if he had been killed on the job. That had been a 
surprise. He said, "I love you."

"I know you do. I just need to hear it occasionally," Vicki said 
with a knowing smile.

"I guess you're going to tell me that Amy needs to hear it also."

"You got it in one, big guy," Vicki said.

---

When Daryl pulled up to the parking lot, he found Ted and Amy 
wrapped around each other. They were totally oblivious to their 
surroundings. He honked the horn and the pair jumped three feet in 
the air. Chuckling, he rolled down the window and said, "I heard 
someone needed a ride home."

Ted opened the rear door and let Amy into the car. To his surprise, 
she scooted over on the seat rather than make him walk around the 
car. He got into the car beside her. Closing the door, he said, 
"We're ready."

"Where to?" Daryl asked.

"Oh, I live in the Greenwood Estates," Amy answered thinking 
that wasn't correct.

Ted asked, "Are you sure that isn't the Glenwood Estates?"

"That's it. I live in the Glenwood Estates," Amy answered. 

Daryl pulled out and took her there. Once at the entrance, she was 
able to give good directions on how to get to her house. It was a 
large house, but not quite as large as Harry's house. He said, "You 
live one street over from Harry."

"Really?" Amy asked.

"Yes. How does your father afford this house?" Ted asked.

From the front seat, Daryl said, "Ted, that's a rude question."

"Sorry," Ted said.

Dismissing the suggestion that it was rude, Amy said, "It's the 
difference in price in real estate between here and LA. We got a 
very good price for the house in LA and my father said that they 
had to put all of the profit into the new house or pay taxes on it. 
This one is so big that it seems empty even with all of our furniture 
in it."

Realizing that they were just sitting in the car, Ted got out and 
walked around the car to let Amy out. He escorted her to the front 
door. Once there, she said, "Your dad has already seen us kissing 
so I don't think you'll mind if he sees you give me another 
goodnight kiss."

Ted was only too happy to comply. He complied until the door 
opened behind her. Embarrassed when they almost fell through the 
door, he stepped back and said, "Goodnight, Amy."

"Goodnight, Ted," Amy said.

"Goodnight, Ted," Victor said. Somehow, the goodnight out of his 
mouth didn't sound nearly as friendly as when Amy said it.

---

Greg and Cathy entered the house. Sharon, treated to a rare 
evening alone, had been enjoying her time with a nice hot bubble 
bath. She was relaxing in the family room waiting for her family to 
return. Greg entered the family room and said, "We're back."

"Did you have a nice time?"

Cathy answered, "It was great. I've got red teeth and Daddy has 
blue teeth. We're going on a picnic Saturday with Sam and the 
McCullums."

Surprised, Sharon asked, "We are?"

"Well, we need to see if everyone is available."

"A picnic?" Sharon asked. She remembered the last picnic they 
had been on. It had been when they were still dating. Sometime 
during the picnic they had ended up naked and making love on the 
blanket. A little smile grew while she remembered back to that 
time.

"Yes, a picnic," Greg said glancing over at his wife. Looking at the 
expression on her face, he remembered the details about the last 
time they had been on a picnic. Chuckling, he muttered, "The kids 
came awful close to having an older brother."

Cathy turned to look at her father in shock. She looked at her 
mother and noticed the smile on her face. A shiver went through 
her. She said, "I don't want to know."

Going over to the couch, Greg sat down next to Sharon. He said, "I 
wonder what is happening on the great double date?"

"I don't know how great it is, but Harry is spending the night over 
at Lisa's."

Cathy stared at her mother. Throwing up her hands she headed 
towards her bedroom. She called over her shoulder, "I'm going to 
bed. The world has just gotten too weird."

"Goodnight. I love you," Greg called out.

Cathy ran back into the room and hugged her father. She said, "I 
love you, too. I really had a great time this evening."

"Same here.  I'd like to do it again," Greg said knowing that it 
would be difficult.

---

Victor put his hands on Amy's shoulders and held her in place at 
the front door. They watched Ted get into the front seat of his 
father's car. After the car had driven off, he directed her into the 
house. While closing the door, he said, "We need to talk."

Amy glared at her father and said, "You acted like a jerk around 
Ted tonight."

Grimacing at her comment, Victor said, "Amy, I love you. I don't 
want to see you get hurt. Sometimes that means that I'm going to 
act like a jerk around some boy who wants to take you away from 
me. Don't think that makes me a jerk. It makes me a father who 
loves his daughter very much."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Your mother is waiting for you in the kitchen. She 
wants to hear all about your date," Victor said.

"Okay," Amy said. She stumbled her way into the kitchen unable 
to take her eyes off her father.

Victor walked into the living room and pulled out his favorite 
DVD. After putting it into the player, he went over to the couch 
and lay down. Pushing play on the remote control, he watched the 
opening scene of Blade Runner. Lacing his fingers behind his head 
and crossing his legs at the ankles, he relaxed to watch the film. 
The only thing missing to make it perfect was a bag of potato 
chips. He said, "What a great film."

Vicki heard the DVD all of the way in the kitchen. It was his 
favorite film. She hated it. Turning to Amy, she said, "Tell me all 
about your date."

"Do you know what Daddy said to me when I came home?"

"What?"

Amy said, "He told me that he loved me."

"He does, you know," Vicki said.

"I didn't know," Amy answered. Seeing the look on her mother's 
face, she said, "Okay. I wasn't sure."

Vicki said, "He loves that movie."

"It's so ugly. It gives me the creeps."

"I watched it with your father a couple months ago and realized 
something important. The main character loves the android, but he 
never tells her that. She's just supposed to know it," Vicki. 

"You're kidding?"

"No. Maybe you should go in there and watch it again," Vicki said.

"I'll do that," Amy said wondering if her father saw himself as 
being like the main character. 

"So tell me about your date!" 

"Oh, it was wonderful," Amy said. She put an elbow on the table 
and rested her chin in the open palm of her hand. There was a very 
self-satisfied smile on her face that hinted that she knew something 
secret. She stared up at the ceiling with lovesick eyes as if seeing 
something there.

This was not a good sign as far as Vicki was concerned. It was 
obvious that Amy was madly in love with that boy. She asked, 
"What did you do?"

"We didn't go bowling; we went to the fund raiser. He took me on 
all of the rides. We played some of those games. Of course, he 
didn't win anything; no one ever does. We ate cotton candy, hot 
dogs, and popcorn. It was wonderful," Amy said with a huge grin 
on her face.

"Did you talk at all?"

Giggling, Amy answered, "Yes."

A giggle was serious. Curious, Vicki asked, "What did you talk 
about?"

"He told me that he loved me. He told me that I was beautiful. He 
told me that he wanted to kiss me. He also said that he wanted to 
look at me for all time," Amy said.

"He told you a lot of things for a first date," Vicki said.

"He didn't mean to say those things. It just kept slipping out."

"How does all of that slip out?" Vicki asked trying to decide if this 
boy was Mister Smooth or a romantic klutz. Either way, it didn't 
bode well for the parents.

"I told him that I was impressed at how he stood up to Daddy. He 
told me that he was terrified of Daddy. He said that he kept 
imagining that he was kissing me and Daddy would come out and 
throw him in jail," Amy answered. 

"So did he kiss you?"

"Oh, yes. He kissed me."

Her daughter was just a little too enthusiastic in her answer. 
Wanting to protect her daughter, she asked, "Did he keep his hands 
to himself?"

Pausing to think about it, Amy finally answered, "I don't know. I 
wrapped myself around him so tight that I don't even know where 
I ended and he began."

"Oh my," Vicki said. She glanced in the direction of the living 
room while thinking that Victor was not going to be pleased when 
he learned that. "So when are you going to see him again?" 

"I'm calling him tomorrow. We'll arrange another date then," Amy 
said.

"You're calling him? Shouldn't he be calling you?"

"I couldn't remember our telephone number," Amy said. She 
wasn't going to say that they had gotten so caught up in kissing 
that neither one of them thought about setting up another date. Her 
dad's opening the door put a rather big damper on further 
conversation.
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