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Peeking Tuck


***
02:39 1 Jun

     I was sorely tempted to go home with Debbie and claim that I'd
forgotten where I lived, but I knew I'd get grounded, and that would
suck.  It would suck even worse, because when Susan got grounded when
she was working, Mom or Dad dropped her off and picked her up.  This
would cause me a lot more problems then just cutting off my social life.
     "Can I come in?" Debbie asked, and of course I said yes.

***
02:44 1 Jun

     We were all standing around in the kitchen, talking and drinking
stuff that didn't cost us money, when the front door opened.  "Hn," Mike
commented, "I thought she'd be there longer."
     "Well, everything was sort of breaking up when we left," Debbie
commented.  "After the 'band' left, anyway."  It hadn't really been a
band; more like a really good DJ with a synthesizer and a couple of
computers.  This was going to take some planning, but I could come up
with equipment as good as he'd had.
     Susan came into the kitchen, apparently looking for the same thing
we'd been looking for, and stopped when she saw all of us.
     "Hey Suze!" Amy commented.  Susan looked at her, then looked at me,
and her eyes got really big.
     "What the hell do you think-" she started to say as she grabbed me.
Debbie, however, was a little more possesive than I thought, or more
protective, because she popped Susan's hold almost instantly.
     The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Debbie
commented, "He's mine."
     Susan glared back at her, and she was about to start something I
knew I was going to regret, so I stepped in front of Susan's face.
"Let's be cool here," I said confidently.
     "But," she protested, "but, but you, I mean..."  She looked around
at all of us, and shook her head.  "What the hell were you doing
tonight?"
     "Same thing you were, dancing," Amy said.  I had had a feeling she
would do something like that.

***
03:02 1 Jun

     "He said I looked like Marilyn Manson," I explained.
     "You look- Oh!" she said, the lightbulb of clue coming on over her
head.  "That was YOU?"
     I shrugged.  "I guess..."
     "Somebody said there was a Marilyn Manson clone wandering around
all night," she explained.
     "Not all night!" I protested.

***
09:28 1 Jun

     "Uh huh," I lied into the phone, and Jill hung up.  It took me
several minutes to realize that, if I wasn't dressed when they got here,
they probably wouldn't care, and they would take me out to breakfast
anyway.  So I staggered out of bed and into the closet to get dressed.
At least I'd showered last night before I fell into a coma.

***
10:04 1 Jun

     "So you're really going to California?" Kim asked.
     "Yep," I nodded.  "Deb's making all the arrangements."
     "Huh," Jill commented, and when we both looked at her, she
explained, "Debbie hates flying so much, I didn't think she'd do it
voluntarily."
     I shrugged.  "Must be the money thing or something."
     They both nodded.

***
10:48 1 Jun

     My pager buzzed, but this time I knew what it was.  When I pulled
it out, it said FINALLY GOT UP WHAT R U DOING CALL ME XOXOX DEB.
     "You realize," Kim mentioned, "that she's got you on a leash now,
and you're never getting loose?"
     I shrugged.  "There's worse leashes," I grinned at her, and they
both started hooting as I got up to call her.

***
10:50 1 Jun

     "D and E Personal Services, this is Debbie?"
     "Deb!"
     "Hi!  Whatsup?"
     "It's me, Val," I grinned at her over the phone, "want to go do
something?  We're at the Gay Cafe?"
     "We?"
     "Yeah, me and Jill and Kim?"
     "Oh, yeah, okay.  Meet you there?"
     "Sure!"
     "Okay, kisskiss," and she hung up.

***
11:19 1 Jun

     "So," Debbie asked, pulling a cinnamon roll apart, "did you want to
do anything today, or just hang out?"
     I shrugged at her.  "Whatever you wanted?"  She smiled at me.  "But
no shopping," I warned her.

***
12:04 1 Jun

     I never would have considered a picnic, especially right after a
late breakfast, but it was working out pretty well, except Mike was
giving me weird looks again.
     On the other hand, Debbie was snuggled against me as we lay on the
blanket, even though we were both dressed as girls, and so I didn't care
that much.

***
13:38 1 Jun

     "I dunno," Mike replied, "did you want to continue the campaign
over the summer?"
     "Well, me and Jill did!" Kim insisted.  "I haven't asked anyone
else, though."
     "George is gone," he mused, "but Dan's still here.  And Tuck, of
course," he glared at me.  I made a face at him.  He was getting way too
worried about me.

***
16:12 1 Jun

     "You know, Mike, I mean, I've got to now, with the babysitting job
and everything."
     He sighed.  "Yeah, but it just seems like you KEEP doing it, even
when you don't have to."
     I shrugged.  "Not all the time, I mean, look at last night."
     "You ended up going home in makeup and Pam's dead bra, Tuck."
     I pointed out, "And did you notice that people thought I was a guy
when I did that?"
     Mike shook his head.  "What was up with that?"
     "I don't know!  I wish I did," I sighed.

***
18:31 1 Jun

     "Glad you're joining us for supper," Dad commented.
     I glared at him instead of replying, that being safer.  "I'm not,"
Brian thought to throw in.
     Dumb, dumb, dumb.  I wondered if he would learn eventually.

***
18:37 1 Jun

     "So," Dad asked as he sat back down on the couch, "you said you
were planning to take some equipment on this trip?"
     Time to dicker.  I sort of wished I had Debbie there; she might be
able to convince him to pay US to loan us the equipment.

***
20:18 1 Jun

     "Lordy lordy lordy," I sighed as I looked at everything I was going
to have to load on the plane.  It was a lot.  "Lordy."  And Deb wasn't
going to let me skip taking my own clothes in favor of computer
hardware; I already knew that without asking.

***
07:32 2 Jun

     "Good morning, Valerie," said Miz Parker as she let me in.  "How
are you this morning?"
     "Not too bad," I said cautiously.
     She sighed.  "Good, because Ricky is in a mood today."
     "Again?"  She nodded.
     We sighed at each other.

***
07:49 2 Jun

     "But she YELLED at me, and all I was doing was trying to find a
pair of shoes!"  He looked at me for sympathy, which I wasn't really in
the mood to give.
     "I know," I lied, "but you know, I mean, she has to get up and feed
Stella during the night, so she doesn't get a lot of sleep."
     He sighed in disgust and flopped down on the couch.
     "Hey," I offered, "I've got something to do, if you could help me
with it..."
     "What?"
     "Wait 'til the other guys get here."
     "What?"  NOW he looked interested.

***
08:09 2 Jun

     Two young boys started pounding on the door.  I was familiar enough
with them at this point that I didn't even need to get up.  Especially
since Ricky was flying through the air at the first knock.

***
08:15 2 Jun

     "What IS this stuff?" Ricky huffed as he carried in the projection
screen.
     "You'll see," I said, knowing it would drive them crazy.  Crazier.

***
08:53 2 Jun

     The wires and equipment had them all entranced.  I'd managed to
convince them that helping me was a nice thought but a bad thing to do.
Stella hadn't gotten the hint, but she was safely trapped in the baby
carrier, so she couldn't run away with anything, or trip on a wire, or
plug something in the wrong way by force, or anything else that the boys
had tried.
     I thought I had everything running, so I swivelled the camera to
point at Davy, who was standing still, and hit capture.  The image
blanked, then rezzed down again.  "Hey, c'mere, look," I told the guys
as they all clustered around.  I told it to save the picture as
DAVY1.GIF, and then got a floppy out of the bag.
     "Wait, that's wrong," Davy said.
     "What?"
     "My name's David," he protested.
     "But, everyone calls you Davy!"  Or I was having a stroke.
     Gary put in, "He thinks 'Davy' is a baby's name."
     "Ahhh, when did you decide this?"
     "Last night," David nee Davy admitted.
     I sighed.  "Okay, just a second..."  I changed the name of the file
to DAVID1.GIF.  "Is that okay?"
     "I'm number one!" he yelled, and started to dance around.  "I'm
number one!  I'm number one!"

***
11:22 2 Jun

     The boys had gotten tired of watching me take pictures of them, so
I moved everything into the kitchen where I could keep an eye on the
little rugrats as they once again attempted to drown each other in the
pool.
     Actually the pool was looking kind of tempting.
     But, it was time to go, ugh, try and torture out of them what they
would eat for lunch.

***
12:04 2 Jun

     Plain old sandwiches.  And chips, and milk.  Which was what they
wanted.  Again.  I was still trying to figure out what kind of game they
were playing.  Stella was still trying to avoid peas, which I could
understand completely.  Strained peas, ugh.

***
13:08 2 Jun

     The problem with the pool, I reflected as I washed dishes, was that
I would have to get into that hybrid swimsuit.
     Which was a problem, at least in my mind.
     "Wwwwrrr," Stella said, and I got the idea that I had to do
something first.

***
13:10 2 Jun

     "Wouldn't you like to be toilet trained?  Huh?"  Stella didn't
reply, she just sat there and wriggled to get me to drop her off the
table.

***
13:19 2 Jun

     "Can we go to the mall again?" Ricky asked.
     "No.  I have no more money!" I told them emphatically.  "I barely
have enough for gas!"
     "You got paid," Gary mentioned.  Brat.
     "Yeah," I admitted, "but I had to rent all the stuff," I waved my
hand over the pile of it, "for this trip, and so I just barely have
enough money to last me until the end of the week."  It was a lie; Dad
was 'kind' enough to defer payment until I made some money with it, but
I really didn't want to subsidize the kids' video game practice.

***
13:22 2 Jun

     Debbie sounded distracted, and the cellphone was not transmitting
well.  I'd have to see about boosting the antenna power-  "Um, yeah,"
she said, "I'll, just, uh, pick you up at work Thursday after you get
off, okay?"
     "Okay."
     "And, you need to wear something nice, so we'll have to go by
Rachel's to change before we go to my house."
     "Um, your house?"  Warning, problem detected.  "Um, is your mom
gonna be home?"
     "Um, she's taking us to the airport..."
     I sighed.

***
13:24 2 Jun

     "Oh, by the way, before I go," Debbie said rapidly, "um, Kim's
coming by the house, she's going to be sitting Friday, and it would be
best if she met the kids and everyone first, okay?"  There was a scream
in her background.  "Oh, sh- I gotta go, okay? Kisskiss," and she hung
up.
     "Um, bye," I said into the phone.

***
14:09 2 Jun

     Stella's hamper was full, so I decided to throw all that in the
washer while I was at it.  And wash some of my stuff.  I had a feeling
Debbie would complain otherwise.  Not like it was that bad or anything.
She was just fastidious.  Which is why I actually cleaned up my room
when I started, well, a little after I started dating her.  She wouldn't
go inside, even with the door open.

***
15:21 2 Jun

     Someone knocked on the door, and all five heads looked up at it.
Then four of them turned and looked at me.
     I sighed.  "I guess I'll get it, huh?"
     The boys followed me to the door, hiding in the front hallway.
Stella came along in the baby carrier.  I looked through the peephole,
and it was a very familiar shape on the other side.  "Kim!" I said as I
opened the door.
     "Hi Val!" she said happily, and waved like a lunatic.  "Wow, what
IS that thing?"
     "It's a baby, Kim, haven't you seen one before?"
     She rolled her eyes at me.  "What's it IN?"
     "The box.  Don't you know this is what they ship them in?"
     "Nuh uh!" came a voice from the hallway.

***
15:37 2 Jun

     "You haven't even gone swimming yet?"
     "No, I need to wear a bathing suit, and-"
     Kim challenged, "Debbie said she got you one, when you went
shopping."
     I sighed.  "Did she tell you what it looked like?"
     She shook her head.  "She just said it looked great on you."
     "She did?"

***
15:41 2 Jun

     Kim came out in a one-piece that looked great on her.  Black was
definitely her color.  "Wow," I said.
     "So if I put mine on, you have to put yours on," she said.
     "YEAH!" chorused the boys.

***
15:46 2 Jun

     I took a deep breath, and opened the door.  Everyone was waiting
for me.
     "Hub-ba!" commented Gary.
     Kim, knowing me better, caught the door before I could slam it shut
on myself.
     "Look!" yelled Ricky, pointing, "She's blushing!"
     As if I really needed to have that announced.

***
15:49 2 Jun

     "Val, come on," Kim called through the door.  "Please?"
     "I'm sorry!" Ricky yelled.
     I blew my nose and looked sadly at the towel I'd been crying into.
There were smears of makeup all over it.  *Great,* I thought, *just what
I need.*

***
15:52 2 Jun

     "See?" Kim said, "I told you they'd be good."  She glared at them,
and Ricky looked down at his feet.

***
15:55 2 Jun

     The pool was nice, after the heat of the day.  And it made my face
feel better.
     "See?" Kim said knowingly, sitting with the baby carrier on and
dangling her legs in the pool.  "Not so bad, after all, huh?"  She
laughed, kind of bitterly.  "I mean, hhh-heck, if I'll wear a swimsuit,
then-"
     "You look good in one," I told her.  She snorted.  "No, you do!"  I
stood up in the pool; it was hard to argue when you were floating on
your back.  "Kim," I said softly, walking closer, "you're the only one
that thinks you have a weight problem, okay?"
     She snorted again and shook her head.  "Look, I know-"
     "I asked Mike, and he thinks you look great, just like that."
     "What?"
     "He did!"  And I had asked.  Just to make sure he wasn't going to
be dating one of Debbie's friends so he could keep me out of, hah,
trouble.  Not that any of us Boyz could pick and choose, really, but I'd
wanted to check anyway.  "I mean does.  He did when I asked him."  I
sighed, and knelt down in the shallow end, up to my neck, before I said
anything else dumb.  "He really does think you look good."
     "You're just saying that," she protested.
     I locked eyes with her.  "No.  I'm not."

***
16:54 2 Jun

     "You know," Kim commented as we folded clothes, "you looked pretty
good too."
     I sighed.  "Just, don't remind me, okay?"
     Unexpectedly, she hugged me from the side.  "Sorry," she whispered
in my ear.  "Sometimes... sometimes I, I wish you were, like that."
     "What?!"
     She sighed as I pulled away.  "I just forget, sometimes, because, I
mean, you're really cool and yet really..."  She ran her fingers through
her hair.  "I don't know how to say this without making it sound worse."
     "I'm not sure it can get any-"
     "Okay, wait."  She took a deep breath.  "Don't tell Mike about
this, okay?"  She waited until I finally nodded.  "I, I'm scared of
guys.  Just like Debbie was."
     "Debbie?"
     "Yeah.  She'd date and stuff, but if they got the slightest bit
committed or something, she'd break it off.  Don't tell her I'm telling
you this, either," she warned.
     "Uh, okay..."
     She sighed again, and started folding socks.  She looked like she
needed something to do with her hands.  "Well, she could do that, but I
was too scared of them to even do that.  So, when she brought you, to
that party, and it was like, you acted so, so..."  She thought for a
second.  "So unlike the rest, you know?  And then I was kind of mad at
Debbie, because she'd found someone to do that with, you know?  Like, I,
we, we all knew that, that she was doing it..."  She shook her head.
"God, this is hard..."
     "Wait, please... I think I need to hear this."
     She nodded.  "Well, she liked you, but she was scared of you at the
same time, so when she started doing stuff with you like that," she
pointed at me, "it was like she'd solved her problem, sort of.  Or at
least gotten around it.  Because, like that, and acting like that, she
wasn't afraid of you."
     "Afraid of me?  Why?"
     Kim shrugged.  "She's been hurt a lot.  I mean, a LOT.  And she
liked you a lot, so you could hurt her a lot again.  Remember Kevin?"  I
nodded.  "It made her feel REALLY bad when the only guy she could be
around was gay and not interested in her."
     "Yeah, I remember...  So what about you?"
     She took a breath.  "Well, I, I..."  She started to flush.  "I was
jealous of Debbie, for finding someone like you, because you didn't
scare me either.  So, so it's kind of cool hanging with you, because it
IS like you're halfway, sort of.  Not enough to be really scary, you
know?"
     "What about Mike?"
     She shrugged.  "I like him, but I'm still scared to be alone with
him any more."
     "What about, about April, in that hotel?"
     She stared at the pile of laundry for a long time.  Finally, she
said, "I had three Valiums before we went up.  If I'd knocked on the
wall, Debbie would have been in to kill him.  And, and, I was sort of
testing him.  He passed, I guess," she said in a rush, "but I had
nightmares about it for a month-"
     "No way!" I gasped.  "Mike?!"
     "Yeah, well, yeah!" she said defensively.  "Mike!  Because he's a
GUY, Val.  And in some way that, that scares the HELL out of me, you're
not.  Ergo," and she said things like that too, "you don't scare me.
I'm sorry... I know it hurts, but that's why I could hang around you all
this year, and not date."
     "But you were dating before-"
     "Not anywhere alone, with someone.  I always doubled with Jill or
Pam or someone.  And that was in public, too, like movies or whatever.
I couldn't go to like someone's house, to like watch a movie or
anything."  She looked kind of embarrassed.  "It was the only way I
could keep from having panic attacks."
     "No shit?"
     "No, uh-"  Both our ears heard the pitter-patter of tiny sneakers,
and we shut up.
     A head poked around the doorframe.  "Are you gonna cook tonight?"
Ricky asked.
     Kim snorted, and pointed at me, and we both started to laugh.

***
18:19 2 Jun

     "You're really gonna go?" Rachel confirmed.  "All weekend?"
     "Well, yeah!  I mean, it's a chance to make some money, and I get
to spend allllll weekend with Deb, no parents, no curfews..."  I almost
started salivating at the thought.
     "Yeah, but, isn't she gonna be busy most of the time you two are
there?"
     I thought about it as I slid a T shirt over my head.  "Yeah, I
guess, but I'll be working with her the whole time, and I'd rather her
be tired out from working in our hotel room, instead of her tired out
from working and having to go home to her mom.  I mean, her mom is cool
and everything, but... it's still kind of hard."
     "Yeah, I can see that..." Rachel mused.  "So where is it again?"

***
21:21 2 Jun

     I should have known better than to let Amy con me into a game of
Scrabble.  Even with Mom and Dad playing, I got stomped, big time.
     "Well, that was fun!" Amy commented.
     "Not," I shot back, and she grinned at me.
     "Eugene," Mom warned, unfairly.
     Dad sighed, and took off his glasses and polished them.  "Well, how
about a friendly game of cards?" he suggested.  This was sort of like
Debbie saying, 'I have a deal for you.'  Except less friendly.
     Amy thought about it for a minute, then nodded, proving that I
wasn't the only dumb one in the house when it came to games.

***
23:09 2 Jun

     I guess our family is weird.  Dad met Mom playing bridge at school,
and ever since, the competition in the family has been intense.  I think
the only reason Mom's family liked Dad as much as they did is because he
was a whiz at odds.  Cards, dice, horses, slot machines - didn't matter.
Mom sometimes joked that he paid for college by tutoring freshmen in
poker; Dad denied it, which made it sound more like it happened that
way.  And, of course, it wasn't a REAL poker game, even with the family,
unless you were betting money.  Or something.  We normally played for
pennies...
     Which is why I now had no chores to do the weekend I would be gone;
Brian would be doing them all, once I gave him fifteen dollars in
addition.  Heh.

***
06:18 3 Jun

     "You look like hell," Amy commented.
     "Oh, thanks," I told her back.  "Too many late nights, I guess."
     "You ought to take a night off and rest, or something."
     I stretched out, feeling things burble inside my body.  "Yeah, I
guess, but there's so much to do..."
     Mom came downstairs, looking a lot like I felt.  "Eugene, remind me
never to get into a game of cards on a night I have to go to work."
     "Sure thing, Mom."  Not.  I'd lost eighty-one cents to her, AND I
had to promise to do her hair when I got certified.  For free.

***
07:03 3 Jun

     I looked a lot better when I had some makeup on, that was for sure.
Maybe that was why all the girls wore it; so when they spent five hours
talking on the phone every night, they didn't look it the next day.
"Works for me," I told myself in the mirror, and Rachel flinched in her
bed.

***
07:29 3 Jun

     "Well, you look well rested this morning," Miz Parker commented as
she let me in.  I snickered, and she turned around.  "What?"
     "Did I, or anyone, ever mention that Debbie sells some really
awesome makeup?" I asked.
     It took her a moment, but then she snickered too.

***
10:19 3 Jun

     I was not at all pleased when I tried to burp Stella and all the
peas came right back up, all over the back of my shirt, and everywhere
else the little wretched larva could spray.

***
10:21 3 Jun

     "Ricky," I told him seriously, "if anything happens that is gonna
get me yelled at, while I am showering this stuff off, I am going to
hurt you.  Badly."
     His eyes got wide, and he was thinking about saying something, I
could see it in his eyes, but his survival instincts took over, and he
just nodded.  I was NOT pleased to have to wash pea vomit out of my hair
this morning.

***
10:40 3 Jun

     I was still rubbing my hair dry when I made it downstairs, because
I just KNEW something bad was going to happen, leaving them alone like
that.
     Amazingly, though, the only thing that had happened was, the
furniture in the front room had been disassembled again, and the TV set
was on.
     But, no Stella.  "Guys!  Where's the baby?"
     "Right here," came an indistinct voice from inside the hive.
     "Bring her out right this instant!"  For all I knew, they were
using her as a structural assembly.
     It turned out not to be the case, or she wasn't a load-bearing
member, or something, because Ricky popped right out with her.  I
checked her over and didn't find any strange marks.  And she still had
all her original pieces.  "Okay, go back to whatever you were..."  I
stopped talking when he disappeared back into the hive.

***
14:39 3 Jun

     The guys had disappeared back into the hive after lunch, so I was
alone with Stella.  She was 'helping' me with some re-configuring on the
laptop when someone asked, "Valerie?"
     I turned around, and it was Gary.  "Yeah?"
     "Can we go swimming?"
     "Is that... thing, taken apart?"  He nodded.  "Are you serious?"  I
got up to look; this had to be a first.  Sure enough, it was gone like
it had never been there, and the other two were on the couch arguing
about something.  "Wow, way cool guys!"
     "It was Ricky's idea," David commented.
     "Well, good job, Ricky!" I said sincerely.  "So, get in your
swimsuits!"
     "WAHOOOoooo..."*slam* they all went to Ricky's room to change.

***
14:44 3 Jun

     "Aren't you going swimming?" Davy- I mean, David asked me.
     "Ah... no."
     All three boys pouted.  Even Stella looked mildly upset.

***
14:57 3 Jun

     "Jerks," I muttered under my breath.  The water was nice, though.

***
17:09 3 Jun

     "Come on, guys, I HAVE to change before Ricky's mom gets home!"
     Ricky commented, "Oh.  Yeah, she does."
     "And that means you guys have to get out of the pool, too.  Now,
come on and stop arguing!"  They protested anyway, and I yelled over
them, "Unless you don't ever want me to go swimming with you again?"
That shut them up.

***
20:19 3 Jun

     Amy looked at me funny during the commercial break.  "Tuck, aren't
you going to pack?"
     "Not-"  Not until I get to Rachel's and pick up my girl clothes,
Thursday morning, or maybe Wednesday night.  Not really something I
really wanted to tell the family.  "Oh.  Yeah, I guess I'd better, huh?"
She laughed at me as I went upstairs to pack a decoy bag.

***
06:04 4 Jun

     I was beginning to really understand, deep down in my bones, why
Dad spent so much time setting up his own business.  It was so he
wouldn't have to get up at this horrid time of day, five times a week.

***
07:31 4 Jun

     "I was wondering," Miz Parker said as we watched Ricky and she fed
Stella, "were you planning on fixing breakfast this morning?"
     "Well, yeah, I do every morning..."  Ding!  "What would you like?"

***
08:19 4 Jun

     "You let them go swimming so soon after eating?" Miz Parker asked.
     "Uh, well, usually they don't want to go swimming until later in
the day, and I always keep an eye on them.  Just in case."  She handed
me the last of the dishes, and I dunked it in the soapy water and
started scrubbing.
     "Hmmm..." she said to herself.  She was still thinking when I
handed her the platter, and she didn't say anything as I turned the
water off and unplugged the drain.
     I was debating going out to the poolside table and reading,
figuring she would be there for a long time, when she turned to me and
asked, "Do you ever go swimming?  You know it's alright..."
     "Huh?  Yeah, sometimes, why?"
     "Ricky said last week that you wouldn't," she replied.
     "Oh.  Well, I went twice this week, does that count?"
     She chuckled.  "I guess so..."  She stared out the window at the
three boys.

***
08:44 4 Jun

     "That's an interesting suit," Miz Parker commented when I came out
of the bathroom.
     I shrugged, feeling kind of embarrassed.  "Well, Debbie helped pick
it out, she said it looked good on me..."
     "Oh, it does," she assured me.  "It just seems a little...
dangerous?"
     I snorted.  "Yeah, well..."  I thought about telling her why Debbie
liked seeing me in racy stuff, but decided against it.  "At least the
zipper pins in place."
     "Good idea," she commented.
     "Yours looks good on you," I thought to say after a few moments.
It did, too.  She looked amazingly trim for a mother of two.  I was glad
Debbie already had me, or I might have been tempted to do something
stupid like stare or something.

***
09:55 4 Jun

     "See?" I mentioned to the boys as they waited their turn for
sunblock.  "Even your mom gets a fresh coat every hour."
     Ricky stuck his tongue out at me, but I ignored it.

***
09:58 4 Jun

     I hadn't thought Miz Parker would insist on coating me in return,
but she did.  It was sort of like Mom doing it when I was younger,
before I decided I didn't want Mom doing that to me in front of people
any more.  I might have argued, but she already had me half coated
before I really thought about objecting, and then it would have been
silly.

***
11:04 4 Jun

     "I really should go to work today," she sighed as I pulled food out
of the refrigerator.
     "Well, I guess..."  I snuck a peek as I carried a pile of stuff to
the counter.  She looked depressed at the thought.  I could completely
understand that.
     Before I could decide what to say, my pager started buzzing in my
purse.  Miz Parker said something really crass and looked at her own,
then got confused.  "Uh, I think it was me," I told her as I got mine
out.
     KIMS COMING OVER TO PRACTICE SOME MORE OK CALL ME IF THATS A
PORBLEM XOXOX DEBBIE.  I almost laughed; she could spell with a pen in
her hand, but not with a keyboard-
     "When did you get a pager?" she asked, from over my shoulder, and I
almost dropped it.
     "Um, Deb said I needed one," I told her.  "Um..."  Well, she wanted
to be talked into staying home anyway.  "It was Debbie, she said there's
this other girl, Kim, that'll be sitting Friday, and she's coming over
this afternoon.  Kim is, I mean.  So, maybe you ought to stay and see if
you like her?"
     "Oh, okay," she said, like she as doing me a favor, but she sort of
relaxed and smiled.  "So, what were you going to fix for lunch?"
     "Oh, well, the guys didn't have an opinion, so I had this idea..."

***
12:14 4 Jun

     The boys looked at me like I was trying to poison them.  "What, IS
this stuff?" Gary finally worked up the courage to ask.
     "Rice, and sausage, and cheese, and some other things," like
vegetables I wasn't going to mention, "and garlic and spices and stuff.
What, you don't want any?"
     Before any of them could decide, Miz Parker came into the kitchen,
dressed in shorts and a T shirt and rubbing her hair dry with a towel.
"MMmmmm, that smells GREAT, Valerie!"
     I smirked at the boys.

***
12:50 4 Jun

     As usual, once one of them had actually had the courage to taste
something I cooked, they started gobbling it down like it was going to
disappear.  Which it did, quickly.  I was glad I had saved myself a
plate before I served them, because they went through what I thought
would be more than enough, and both Gary and Miz Parker were eyeing the
pot like they were thinking about licking it.  And this was before I
finished my first serving.  I was glad I wasn't that hungry, because it
was apparent that this was all I was going to get.
     Unless they made me cook more, which was looking likely.

***
13:07 4 Jun

     Apparently, whatever combination of spices I'd put into it, acted
like a sleeping pill in large enough doses, because Miz Parker just
barely managed to help me clean up, and when we were finished, the boys
had passed out in the living room.  "That looks like a good idea," she
told me, and staggered upstairs, I guess to take a nap.

***
13:09 4 Jun

     Out like a light bulb, she was.  I shut the door to her bedroom
quietly, glad that Stella had also been quiet, and went downstairs to
wait for Kim to show up.  And to explain to her that this was the last
time it would be this easy.

***
13:38 4 Jun

     "Wow, what did you do," Kim asked as she surveyed the living room,
"drug them?"  Even Stella had decided to take a nap.
     "Maybe," I said, and her head snapped around.  I almost burst out
laughing at the expression on her face, and then I had to explain about
lunch.

***
14:28 4 Jun

     "Just, I dunno..."  Kim paused to fold a towel.  "Guys are scary."
     I shrugged, but had to agree with her.  "But, Mike?"
     She shrugged back, looking kind of embarrassed.  "I know, he's a
good guy and everything, but he's still a guy.  Right?"
     "As far as I know," I said, and she giggled.

***
14:51 4 Jun

     "So," I continued, "he was tired of getting picked on, and when he
saw the SAME jerks picking on ME, making fun of me 'cause I couldn't
talk right, he got mad and started hitting them, and then when I saw one
of them start crying just 'cause he'd got punched in the nose, I hit
one, and before the teachers could come over, we were the only ones
left."
     "Wow," she said, sounding impressed.
     "Yeah," I sighed, "and that was the last time that happened, too,
that it was so easy.  But we got meaner, the more we got picked on.
Eventually they stopped picking on us."  Like, last year, mostly.
     "I think that's what happened to Debbie and Lisa," she mused, but
the dryer buzzed before she could explain.

***
15:08 4 Jun

     Kim and I were playing quietly with Stella, since all the laundry
was done and we were kind of tired, when Miz Parker came downstairs.
Kim nudged me, but I'd already heard it, and so we were both smiling
when she appeared in the doorway.  The boys were still asleep, and
Stella was being nice, and when she saw us all in the living room, she
stopped.
     I waved, and after a moment, so did Kim.
     "Wow," said Miz Parker, real quietly.

***
15:17 4 Jun

     "You realize, of course," Miz Parker mentioned to Kim, "that it's
never this quiet?"
     I snickered, and said, "I already told her that, and she knew it
already.  We're just enjoying it while it lasts," and Miz Parker and Kim
both nodded seriously.

***
17:04 4 Jun

     Miz Parker had let us go early, and after Kim called Debbie and
reported success, she asked me, "So what are you doing?"
     "Uh, I was thinking about packing for the trip?"
     "Oh.  And, all your stuff is at Rachel's right?"  I nodded.  "Want
some help?"
     "Sure!"

***
17:46 4 Jun

     "You sure?"
     "Yeah, I mean, she liked it when we all went out, remember?"
     Kim giggled.  "Yeah, I thought she was going to kiss you, right in
front of the restaurant!"  She sobered up a little, and added, "But
you're right, you did look good in that dress."
     I nodded and started folding the sundress.  "Deb has good taste, I
guess."
     "And I don't?" she said, putting an eyebrow up.
     "Hey!  I didn't say you didn't," I insisted, "I just said she did.
Besides," I grinned back at her, "you're too chicken to try on the
really nice stuff."
     "I am not!" she almost shrieked.  But she ruined the effect by
giggling.

***
19:41 4 Jun

     I made it home in time to have dinner with the whole family, joy
joy.  Actually, it wasn't that bad.  At least Brian was being subdued
tonight.  And Susan talked a lot about her job, and it was really cool,
for once.  Amy kept asking questions, and Susan actually had a clue,
which impressed me and Dad.  I would have thought that she would have
picked up enough radio tech, being around me and Dad all her life, but
apparently not.

***
20:18 4 Jun

     Debbie had showed up at my place for once, and so we were locked in
my bedroom with the anti-surveillance jammers going full blast.  I had a
feeling this was not something I wanted anyone to know about, and I
guess we should have left, but I did NOT feel like leaving the house
tonight.
     "Anyway, we get to the airport at eight, and then arrive in
California about the same time, if we get lucky and there aren't any
delays.  Sorry about it being so late, but it was cheaper that way," she
apologized.
     "No, it's okay, cheaper is good," I assured her, and she hugged me
closer.
     Finally, she sighed.  "I really hate flying, Tuck, so if I get kind
of freaky, it's nothing to do with you, okay?  You can ask my mom if you
don't believe me."
     "Are you gonna be okay?"
     She nodded.  "Lisa's gonna make sure I get tanked on Valium
beforehand, which is one reason I'm not driving us to the airport.
Plus, Mom wants to see us off."
     I sighed.

***
21:12 4 Jun

     "Oh, God, we gotta take ALL that?" Debbie whined.
     "Well, yeah, if we want to make sure everything goes we-"  Uh oh.
     "What did you forget?"
     I sighed.  "CD's.  We could get some from Dad, but he overcharges
for them, and I don't think he has enough cases."
     She sighed back.  "Tell me what to get, tomorrow, and I'll pick
some up."
     Mike spoke up, "I know what to get," and she looked at him sideways
for several seconds before she nodded.  "Can I use the credit card?" he
asked, and ducked before she actually swung at him.

***
21:38 4 Jun

     "You're not coming home tomorrow?" Susan confirmed.
     I shook my head.  "As soon as I get off work, we go to the airport
and get on the plane.  That's why we packed her car tonight."  Actually,
it was her mom's car, but I wasn't going to complain.
     "Wow," Amy commented, and hugged me.  "Good luck, eh?  Be careful."
     Susan hugged me too, as soon as Amy let go, which surprised me so
much, I let her.  "Yeah, bro, be careful, okay?  Don't let Debbie talk
you into anything," she warned me.  *A little too late there,* I
thought.

***
21:46 4 Jun

     I shook hands with Dad, which made me feel kind of weird, like I
was grown up and enlisting or something weird.  "Be careful, son," he
said solemnly, and then added, "Do you need any emergency money?"
     "Um, I dunno?"  That sounded stupid, but I'd never taken a trip
like this by myself.  "How much do I need?"

***
22:06 4 Jun

     "Hey, Mike, can you give me a ride tomorrow morning?"
     He nodded.  "What time?"
     "You're gonna hate it," I warned him.
     "Who said I'm going to sleep?" he lied, and we both laughed.

***
07:06 5 Jun

     Amy handed me a mug of coffee, and then there was nothing left to
do but go to work.
     I thought.  Until she hugged me, really tight, and whispered in my
ear, "Look, be careful, okay?"
     "I will!" I insisted.

***
07:27 5 Jun

     "Dude, call me when you get back," Mike told me, and I nodded.
Then he held up his hands, and we locked.

***
07:34 5 Jun

     "Well, good luck," Miz Parker told me, "and be careful, okay?"  I
was getting a little tired of hearing that.

***
09:03 5 Jun

     "All by yourself?" Gary gasped.
     "No, Debbie's coming with me.  She's my boss, remember?"  Also my
girlfriend, but that was something I did NOT want them to remember.
     "And your parents are letting you?" David said, sounding completely
scandalized.
     I had to laugh.

***
17:39 5 Jun

     "Well, good luck, and be careful," Mister Parker told me.  I forced
a smile on my face and nodded.

***
17:42 5 Jun

     "If I hear one more person tell me to be careful," I told Debbie as
we got into her car, "I think I'm gonna scream."
     "Don't scream at my mom," she warned me, "she will tell us that,
and she doesn't like being screamed at."  She started the car, and
chuckled.  "I tried it once, and it didn't work out real well."
     I laughed with her on that, and after she pulled out of the
Parker's driveway and started forward, I said, "Did I mention you look
great tonight?"  She did, too; she was wearing this knit dress that made
her look several years older, that and her makeup.
     "Thanks," she smiled at me, and patted me on my knee.  "I figured
we'd have less hassle if we look like 'grown-ups' instead of teenagers.
Plus, we have to get the van from Hertz, and they're not supposed to
rent to people under twenty-five.  I cleared it with the manager," she
explained before I could say something, "but it would save us some
hassle if the clerk thought we were old enough to rent it by ourselves."
     That sounded great, until I noticed something.  "Uh, Deb?  'Us' and
'we'?"  She glanced over at me and nodded.  "So, this means we're gonna
run by Rachel's and change me into something nice?" I guessed, and she
nodded again.
     "Remember?  I mentioned it earlier this week."
     "Um."  I thought about it.  "No, not really, but I trust you."
     She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

***
18:03 5 Jun

     "Hi, girls," Helen said as we came in the door.  "You look nice,
Valerie."
     "Thanks.  Debbie said I should dress nice for the flight, so I look
professional."  Which is why I had changed into something Debbie called
a shirt-dress, and heels and hose and stuff.  It looked really nice in
the mirror, and Debbie had done the same thing with my makeup that she
had done with hers, so I looked older than Susan.

***
19:39 5 Jun

     Helen hugged me and then Debbie.  "You two be very careful,
understand?" she told us.  It sounded like the same words, but she said
it differently than anyone else had, like she was telling us to be
careful or else.  I took her completely seriously.

***
20:04 5 Jun

     Debbie grabbed my hand so hard I thought I might lose fingers, as
the engines roared and we started to really MOVE down the runway.
"S'okay, Deb, it's cool, everything's normal," I reassured her over the
noise.

***
22:19 5 Jun

     The flaps groaned out, and I almost screamed when Debbie grabbed my
hand again, like she'd been doing every time something made a noise.  I
should have been used to it by then, but she took me by surprise.  "Deb,
it's okay, we're coming in for a landing, and the flaps are down to slow
us down some," I explained.  "Perfectly normal, and everything is cool."
She nodded, staring straight ahead.
     *She took three Valiums before the flight, another one five minutes
ago, and she's STILL like this?*  I was amazed she hadn't passed out
yet.

***


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