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CHAPTER 49

We both turned as Karen came into the room. She walked over to me, put
her arm around my waist, and said, "Yes, Daddy, I've had sex with
Pete, and it's the only thing that kept me from going nuts around
here. He showed me that having sex could be a wonderful, loving thing.
Not the insanity I'm used to seeing around here. Especially between
you and that bitch."

Mr. Gilroy's face clouded, and he said, "What insanity? What have you
seen?"

Karen was holding me tightly and she was shaking. She said, "Daddy,
I'm not blind or stupid. You told me about the stuff that happened
when you first met her. And I know what used to go on in the room over
the garage before I moved in. Some nights I sleep in the chair all
night, because I don't want to be in that bed."

Mr. Gilroy's mouth dropped open, and he cried, "Oh my God!" and he
rushed to her and wrapped her in his arms. Karen started crying, and
hugging him, and he looked at me with an agonized look on his face. 

He said, "Pete, would you leave us. We have a lot of talking to do.
I'm sure Karen will speak to you tomorrow."

As I drove down the long driveway, I looked back at the big fancy
house. It was hard to believe that amidst such beautiful surroundings,
it could be such a cold and lonely place, and my heart went out to
Karen.

When I got home, Mom was on the phone and Erin was in her room.
I wanted to talk with Amy about what happened at Karen's. But she
wasn't home yet. I called Bill, but there was no answer, so I watched
TV until Amy came home. 

She was frowning when she came in, and I followed her into her room.
We sat on her bed and I said, "What happened? Did the tennis guy give
you some crap?"

"No, not really. Wayne is a good guy, but he wants things that I can't
give him right now."

It bothered me when she said it, but I knew that it was just a matter
of time before she was going to have sex, so I took her hand and said,
"I can't blame him. If he didn't want to have sex with someone as
beautiful as you, I'd think he was crazy."

She furrowed her brow, and said, "Would it really bother you if I had
sex with someone?"

"Of course it would. You know how I feel about you."

She stared at me for a minute, then she shook her head and said, "Yes,
Pete, I do. But sex is not the problem; we never got to that point.
He's a third-year college guy, and he asked me to be his date at a
party next week. At first I was flattered, but after I thought about
it, I said no.
This time in my life has been better than anything I could have
imagined. I've never been this happy, and I don't want to complicate
things right now."

"Is that why you didn't go on tour with Kristen?"

"Uhh, yes, that's part of it. But lets not talk about me. What
happened at Karen's?"

I told her what went on, and we talked about it for quite a while. I
told her about Clair being missing, and how upset Karen was about
things at home.

She said, "You like her, don't you?"

"Yes I do, but not as a full-time girlfriend. I've been through that
lately, and I think I'd like to cool it for a while.

"That's good. I just got your other girl friend broken in. I don't
want to have to start on another one for a while."

"Do you talk with Kristen a lot?"

"Every day. She'd like to see you while she's here."

"How'd she do last week?"

"Pete, she's terrific. Her voice is so beautiful it makes you want to
cry. The audiences eat it up. She's going to be a big star."

"I, uhh, kind of miss her."

"I know. She misses you too. We talk about it a lot. But she knows
that if she doesn't go for this right now, the opportunity will
probably never come again."

Just then Mom came to the door and said to Amy, "I talked with Tomaso
about what your duties would be and how much time you would you would
be spending on things. You don't have to do it, and I wish you
wouldn't. But Tomaso says you're wonderful at it, and I know you want
to give it a try. So if you insist, we'll help in any way we can."


Any nodded and said, "What did Dad say?"

"He doesn't like it either, but Tomaso talked with him as well, and he
assured him that if it cut into your school work, he would cut back on
things or stop it completely."

I couldn't stand it anymore, and I interrupted with, "What's going
on?"

Amy said, "I've been doing the scheduling, booking and most of the
bookkeeping for Tomaso since Los Vegas. It's exciting as heck and he
wants me to continue."

"Does that mean you'd go back on the road with him?"

"No, I just need a telephone, a fax machine and a computer for e-mail,
and I can do it all here."

"When would you do it?"

"Because of the time difference, I could do the back-east stuff in the
morning. The rest I could take care of after school. I've been meaning
to look for a part-time job anyway, and this would take less time, the
pay is a lot better and I would have most weekends off."

Mom went to her and said, "I hope you know what you're getting
yourself into." Then she hugged her and said, Goodnight, kids, and
left.

Amy looked at me and said, "Pete, I'm going to need your help with
something. This job pays extremely well. I'm having the money sent to
my trust, and Trust is going to send half of it back to the family. I
want you to try to make sure they don't spend it all on me or save it
for me. Dad makes good money, and my trust helps a little. But our
family is pretty big, and there is not a lot of extra money."

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I had never even thought about money
since that thing with Erin's braces, and Dad said that it was just a
temporary setback. I made up my mind that I would start looking for a
job right away, and I said so to Amy.

She said, "I asked Dad if you were looking for a job, and he said that
you probably would, but he didn't want to mention it, because you had
already given him some money. What was that all about?" 

"Oh, it was just some extra money I got from a job I did."

Tuesday

When the alarm went off, I got up and went into the kitchen. Mom and
Amy were sitting at the table. Mom was nicely dressed, and she was
just hanging up the phone. 

I said to Mom, "What's going on?"

"I'm going to follow Amy to school and fill out papers to have her
excused from homeroom in the mornings."

I was thinking about next season's early-morning football practice,
and I asked, "Does that mean that Erin will be riding to school with
me?"

"No, I was just talking with Kelly's parents. Starting tomorrow,
she'll ride in with her.

We started for the door, and Mom said, "Dad will be home today. Don't
plan anything tonight. I'd like us all home for dinner."

I was parked behind Mom, and she was starting to open her car door,
when she suddenly bent over. I said, "Mom, are you okay?"

She waved her hand at me, "Yes, I'm fine, I uhh, dropped the keys." 

Things were more normal in school today. Only a few kids wanted to
talk about my "marriage" to Kristen. I looked for Karen, but I didn't
see her. During lunch period, I saw one of her girlfriends and I asked
about her. The girl said she didn't come to school today, so I called
her at home. But there was no answer. 


I was coming out of my last class when Bill showed up. 
As he walked up, I said, "Hey buddy, where have you been?" Then I
looked close. He was tired-looking and his clothes were wrinkled. 

He seemed nervous, and he said, "Man, am I glad I found you. I need to
borrow some money."

"How much?"

"I need a couple hundred, just until tonight."

"A couple hundred! I don't have that much cash on me. What do you need
that much money for?"

"You're not gonna believe where I've been for the last three nights!
I've been in a motel with this wild woman. You know her, and you're
gonna shit when I tell you who she is."

I almost automatically said, "Clair Gilroy!"

His eyes got wide, and he said, "How did you know?"

"Never mind. Tell me what's going on."

"I was at a 7-11 Saturday night, and I saw Vince's car. I went over to
say hello, and he was arguing with someone. When he saw me, he rolled
down the window and asked me if I had any Quaaludes.
When I said I did, he leaned over, opened her door, and pushed her
out! Then he just drove away and left her standing there. She got in
my car, and she had this wild look on her face! I offered her a Lude,
and she said, "Why don't we go somewhere where we can enjoy things?" I
asked her where she wanted to go, and she pointed to the Comfort Eight
Inn across the street. Just like that Pete! She doesn't even know who
I am, and she invites me to go to a motel! We've been there every
since.
Pete, you wouldn't believe it! She's a madwoman. I never screwed so
much in my life."

I thought to myself, Yes, Bill. I can believe it, and I said, "So,
what do you need the cash for?"

"Well, when we checked in, I gave them cash for one night, and my
credit card for snacks, but I told them not to run it, that I would
pay cash when we left. As you know, the place has a restaurant, and I
thought we could have some food sent up. The rooms are cheap there,
but that was three nights ago, and the remainder of the bill has to be
a couple hundred by now."

"But you always seem to have plenty of cash. What happened?"

"We, uhh, took all the Ludes, and she wanted something a little
different, so I jumped in the car and went to the guy who sells me the
Ludes. 
I got some coke and It took all the cash I had with me. But I have
plenty more at home, so if you can lend me the money, I'll get it back
to you tonight."

"Why don't you just put everything on your credit card?"

"I don't want the credit card bill coming to the house. C'mon pal, you
gotta do me this favor."

I sat thinking for a minute, then I asked, "Where do your folks think
you are?"

"They were out Saturday night, and things were looking so good with
Mrs. Gilroy, that I called and left a message that I was going with
Vince to his parent's place in the mountains, and I would be back
Monday night. Then I called them last night and said we were caught in
a snowstorm, and I'd be back today."

"But, what about you missing school?"

"Ahh, they don't give a shit as long as my grades are okay."

"So, where is Mrs. Gilroy now?"

"She's unbelievable. Room service was busy, so I went to the
restaurant to pick up some food. I was only gone about a half hour,
but when I came back, she had been in the courtesy bar in the room,
and she drank a bunch of those little bottles of liquor, and she was
passed out when I left her."

I thought for a minute, then I said, "Wait a minute."  And we went to
a phone and I called Karen's house. Her dad answered on the first
ring. 

"Hi, Mister Gilroy, it's Pete. Is Karen okay?"

"Yes, she's sleeping right now, and she's back in her old room. We
spent last night and most of today talking about things. I've been a
fool, and I promised her that I would change things around here. You
uhh, haven't heard from Clair have you?"

"Yes sir, I have. I just found out that she's been for the past three
nights, and I'm a little concerned about her. If you like I can meet
you there."

There was a long sigh, then he said, "Sure. But why are you concerned
about her?"

"She's been drinking, and she may have taken some drugs." 

"Damn! Who gave her the drugs?"

"Mister Gilroy, she been with a guy I know. He says the drugs were her
idea, and I believe him. He's a high-school kid, and he promised me
that he wouldn't tell a soul about this. I trust him, and I'd like to
keep his name out of things."

There was another sigh, and he said, "He's probably right. She's had a
problem with drugs since I first met her, but I thought we had it
whipped. Tell him that I don't even want to know his name. Now, where
do we go to get her?"

I told him where she was, and said I'd meet him there. Then I said,
"Mr. Gilroy, there's a matter of the hotel bill."

"All right, all right, I'll take care of it. I'll see you there in
thirty minutes."

I looked at Bill, and said, "Okay, he'll even take care of the bill.
But you heard what I said about you not mentioning this to anybody,
right?"

"Unbelievable! I owe you a lot for everything pal. One day you'll have
to tell me how you know about her, but in the meantime, I promise I
won't say a word to anyone."

Next I called home, and Dad answered the phone. I started to tell him
I'd be a little late, but before I could, he said, "Your mom and I
have to go somewhere. If we're not back by dinner, Amy will fix
something. But don't go anywhere tonight. We want to talk to you."

His voice sounded a little down, and I asked, "Is everything okay?"

"I'll tell you tonight."

I turned to Bill, and said, "I'll take care of things with Mrs.
Gilroy. Did you leave anything there?"

"No, but why are you doing this?"

"I'll tell you about it sometime, but not now. I gotta go. Give me the
room key. I'll make sure they rip up your credit card stuff."

Mr. Gilroy and I pulled in at about the same time, and I let us into
the room. We both stopped and stared in amazement. There were empty
food plates lying around everywhere, and the place smelled like a
mixture of booze, sweat, and who knows what else. Clair Gilroy was
lying face down on the bed, naked. For a split second, I was reminded
of the pretty woman I saw in Cantil, but this was a different person.
She looked dirty, and her hair was sticking out at weird angles. There
was an empty potato chip bag by the bed, and she had potato chip
crumbs all over her. But worse of all, she must have urinated after
Bill had left, and the bed around her was sopping wet. 

Mr. Gilroy stared at her for a long moment, then he said, "Cocaine?"

"I think so. Also some Quaaludes and booze."

He shook his head, then he handed me some money, and said, "Take care
of the bill. I'll look after Clair." 

I paid the bill and retrieved Bill's credit card form, and when I went
back to the room, Mrs. Gilroy was sitting up. Mr. Gilroy had a syringe
in his hand and was injecting her with something. After he finished,
he looked up at me and said, "Help me with her."

We took her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. I held her
steady while Mr. Gilroy started water running into the tub. She was
awake now, but she could barely hold her head up. At one point she
looked at me, but there was no recognition in her eyes.

We placed her gently in the tub, then Mr. Gilroy stood up and said,
"Okay Pete. I can take it from here."

When he said it, his eyes were moist, and I could tell how upset he
was.
I said, "I know she's sick, Mr. Gilroy. Isn't there something that can
be done?"

"Yes there is Pete, and I've held off too long. I'll have to put her
into long term, intensive therapy."

"Why haven't you done it before now?"

"Because I love her more than you can imagine, Pete, and I'd miss her.
She'd be in there for at least a year, possibly more, and I wouldn't
be able to even visit her for the first six months."

"But, Mister Gilroy, I've seen you with another women."

"I know that you saw us at the garage the night of the party, and I'm
sorry. Clair liked those kinds of things, and she was the one who
arranged to have your dad and the other woman there. I know it must
sound strange to you, but I didn't even want to participate that
particular night. She said that if I didn't, she'd leave me."

I shrugged, as though I didn't know what he was talking about. But
knowing Clair, it sounded exactly like something she would do, and I
felt sorry for him. 

When I got home, Amy had already started dinner, and she was strangely
quiet. When I asked her why, she said that Mom and Dad would tell us
when they got home.

They got home shortly after dinner and called us into the living room.
Dad sat on the corner of the couch, and he looked upset. Mom went to
Amy and put her arm around her and said, "Kids, I haven't been feeling
good lately, and I'm going to have to have an operation. I don't want
you to worry, I'm going to be fine, but I'll be laid up for a while.
I'll be in the hospital for a week or so, and I'll have to rest in bed
for several weeks when I get home."

Erin screamed, "Mom!" and went running to her. 

Mom took her arm from Amy, wrapped it around Erin, and made soothing
noises, but Erin was upset, and she glared at Amy and said, "You
bitch! You knew about this and you didn't tell me."

Mom grabbed Erin by the shoulders and said, "Erin, stop it! Your
sister has given.."

Erin interrupted Mom and screamed, "She's not my sister! I knew there
was something wrong with you. My sister would have told me what was
the matter!" and she started sobbing.

Amy got a horrified look on her face, and she started to go to Erin,
but Mom held her hand up. After a minute, Erin started to calm down,
and Mom said, "Dear, Amy is a member of this family, and don't you
ever forget it! I'm the one that told her not to say anything, because
I didn't want to worry you kids. She was supposed to go with Kristen,
on what would have been a dream job, and she gave it up to be with
me."

Erin replied, "I can be with you."

"Yes dear, and I'm counting on you. But you can't drive, and if I need
to go somewhere or pick up something -- Well, you can see that, can't
you?"

Erin stubbornly said, "Pete can drive."

I jumped in and said, "Yes, but I may have a job soon."

Dad had been sitting quietly in the corner, and he got up and said,
"Erin, stop this right now. What's going on with you?"

Erin got that set look in her eye that I knew so well, and she backed
up and glared at both Mom and Dad. Then she said, "Do you like Amy
better than me?"

It shocked me, and Amy also looked rattled, but Mom and Dad looked at
each other and they both smiled. Dad reached for Erin, but she dodged
him and ran to Mom. 

Mom held her in her arms, and Dad went to her and put his hand on her
shoulder. He said, "We were wondering when this would happen. We love
you both, dear one. But we've loved you since the day you were born,
and couldn't possibly love you less, just because Amy has come into
our life. 
We know it must be difficult for you with us bringing another woman
into the house, but we ask you to accept her like we do. She's a
wonderful girl, and she is not in any way trying to replace you. 

Then he turned to Amy and said, "Amy, will you talk to her about
this?"

Amy went to Erin and stood in front of her. But Erin wouldn't look at
her; she just stared at the ground. Amy reached over and took Erin
from Mom, put her arms around her and held her. Then, still holding
her, she turned toward Mom and said, "When are you going in for the
operation?"

"In a week or so. The doctors all agree that I'll be fine, so there's
nothing to worry about."

Amy sighed, then she looked at Erin and said, "Can we go to your room
and talk?"

Erin nodded and they went to her room and closed the door.

Mom looked at Dad, he nodded, and Mom said, "Honey, come outside with
us, we want to talk to you."

I followed them out to the back yard, and Dad went to Mom and put his
arm around her. He said, "We want to talk to about some things. We
asked you out here because we don't want to take a chance of the girls
hearing any of this. Your mother is very ill. Telling the girls that
it was a minor thing was for Erin's sake. Amy knows what the problem
is, and she's known about it for a while. We kept it from you because
we didn't want to worry you until we had made a decision about what to
do.
Her condition is getting worse, and we have to do something about it
now. But there's another reason we called you out here. Amy knows
about the illness, but there are some things she doesn't know."

He looked at Mom and his face got sad. 

There was an awkward pause, and I said, "She doesn't know that you two
have been with other people. Is that it? Is the sickness something you
caught from someone else?"

Mom paused for a minute, then she answered, "You're right Dear, she
doesn't know about that. But it's not that kind of sickness. I want to
talk with you about some things that might be uncomfortable for you to
hear, but they need to be said.

"Your Dad and I have allowed you a lot of sexual freedom for a couple
of reasons. We are sexual people ourselves, and we've watched you grow
into a careful and considerate young man. We actually know more about
your sexual escapades than you might think we do. Some time back, you
and I had a talk, and I told you that Dad and I, each had some other
sexual partners. Well, that's not quite true. My medical problem has
been with me for a while, and I was afraid to talk with you about it.
I haven't been able to have sex for the past several years. The
problem is correctable, but it's a major operation, and I've been
afraid to have it done. Your father is a healthy man, and he held off
for a long time, but men have needs, and I first suggested, then I
insisted that he find other partners until I got this thing
corrected."


I guess she was gathering her thoughts, because she stopped for a
minute, and I blurted out, "But Mom! I saw you and Dad having sex the
first night we were in Cantil, and I've heard you and him upstairs."

She answered, "What you saw in Cantil looked like sex, but there was
no penetration. It's too painful for me to have penetration anywhere
down there. It even hurts to touch me in that area. He was between my
legs, and that's all. And we haven't even been able to do that since
that night."

"But you sounded like you were into it."

"I was into it! I love your father, and I try to please him when and
how I can. But it came to a point where I could tell it was not enough
for him, and that's when I insisted that he look elsewhere for
relief."

This was embarrassing for me, but something that happened in Cantil
had been bothering me for a long time, and I said, "Uhh, forgive me
for asking, Mom, but are you saying that you haven't been able to uhh,
respond to a man for over a year?"

She cocked her head and said, "If you're asking me how long it's been
since I had an orgasm, it's been almost two years. Why do you ask?"

Suddenly I was relieved, but there were more important things at hand,
so I said, "No reason, Mom. Tell me about your illness."

"I have cancer!"

I've heard about words that strike fear into your heart, but I never
knew the meaning until now. I felt almost numb. But Mom continued.
 
"It's a slow growing cancer that eventually destroys the bladder. The
procedure to correct it is called a cystectomy. They build what's
called an 'orthotopic bladder' from a piece of intestine."

"Oh God, Mom. That sounds complicated. Is it dangerous?"

"According to the doctor, he's done it plenty of times. I should be
fine."

"Mom, Why did you wait so long to have these things taken care of?"

"It's all my fault. I've known about this for quite a while, but I've
been scared. If I would have had it done at the last place Dad worked,
his insurance would have paid for most of it, but I kept putting it
off. 
Now I've gotten worse, and the work needs to be done now. But Dad's
new insurance company is stalling, and they say that it could be a
while before they can authorize the work. But the doctor says I need
it immediately, and it's going to cost over a hundred thousand
dollars. That's way beyond anything we can afford."


"A hundred thousand dollars! That doesn't sound like any kind of
simple procedure. Are you telling me everything?"

Mom looked over at Dad, and he was staring at the ground.

Then she went on, "I'll be fine. But someone has offered to advance us
the money. That's one of the reasons we wanted to talk with you. 
We wanted to tell you the truth about what went on with your father,
and I don't want you to read anything into things when you find out
who wants to lend us the money."

I only know two people that have that kind of money. Herb, and one
other person. I was pretty sure she hadn't been talking to Herb, so I
said, "It's Mr. Mariani, isn't it?"

"Yes."

I went to her, and asked, "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

Dad came over to us and said, "She's going to be fine." 

Just then, Amy and Erin came out of the back door. Erin was hugging
Amy, and Amy had her arm around Erin. 

Dad looked at them and said, "Have you two made up?"

Erin sheepishly said, "Yes, Dad. I apologize for being such a dork.
Amy IS my sister, and she always will be."

This evening had been overwhelming, and I went into my room to think. 
The light was blinking on the answering machine, but I didn't care. 
How could this be happening to Mom? Why didn't I pay attention to the
signs? There had been plenty of them! But she seemed fine when we were
on the roller-coasters, in Vegas!


Amy stuck her head in and said, "Are you okay?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Mom asked me not to."

"Why is Mariani fronting the money for this? A hundred grand is a
lot."

"I guess he likes her."

"Are they having an affair?"

"I don't know."

"Would you tell me if you did know?"

"No."

Amy left, and I lay on the bed, thinking for a long time. I fell
asleep and I vaguely remember Mom coming in, telling me to get under
the covers, and kissing me goodnight. 


Wednesday

Before I left for school, I checked my messages from last night. The
first one was from Kristen, saying that the record session would be
finished today and she would be leaving tomorrow morning. She said
that she'd like to see me before she left. I thought about calling
her, but I was sure that she was still asleep.

The next one was Bill, saying that he would see me at school today,
and the third was from Karen. She said that she would try to catch up
with me at lunch.

Amy was working in her room, clearing a spot in the corner. When I
asked why, she said that she had talked with Tomaso last night, and he
was having her computer and things delivered today after school."

I was more determined than ever to get a job, and when I got to
school, I stopped at the office, and put my name on the list of "Jobs
Wanted" and I listed myself as 'Handyman, Carpentry etc.'. 

I saw Bill, but we didn't have a chance to talk, and at lunch I saw
Karen and went over to her. She was sitting with some girls, and when
I walked over, she stood up and said, "Hi!" Then she put her arm
around me, and led me outside. As soon as we got to a quiet place, she
said, "Please forgive me. That was a little show for the girls."

"Why did they need a show?"

"You don't understand, do you? You're becoming a legend around here.
You've been seen with the best looking girls in school, and now you've
been on the front page of magazines. Those girls are going to talk
about the fact that we walked out of the lunch room together for a
week."

I shook my head, "You flatter me, but I want to talk about this
'boyfriend-girlfriend' thing."

She held her hand up to stop me and said, "Are you still interested in
Kristen?"

"No, that's over. Besides, she leaving town tomorrow."

"Are you interested in anyone else?"

"No, not right now."

"Do you like me?"

"Sure I do. I like you a lot! I'm just not ready fo.."

She interrupted with, "Close enough! Dad has taken Clair to a clinic
in Orange county. He's going to enter her there, and he's going to
stay for a few days to make sure she's okay. I'm feeling kind of alone
right now, and I'd like to know that you'd be there if I need you."

"Of course I'll be there. You know that I like you! It's just that
I've been sorta tied down for a while. Kristen tended to be a little
possessive, and last night I found out that my Mom has to go to the
hospital for an operation."

She looked at me with alarm, and asked what the problem was, but just
then the bell rang for class, so I told her I'd tell her later. 

As I started to leave, she said, "By the way, Dad said it would be
okay if we dated."

I put my hand on her shoulder, and said, "That's great," and just then
the girls that Karen had been sitting with came out of the lunch room
and headed our way. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She
responded, and when we broke away, she said, "That was great! Why did
you..?" Then she spotted the girls, and we both winked. 

It was hard to concentrate on schoolwork because I kept thinking about
Mom, and the day seemed to drag on. I wanted to get home after school,
just so I could be with her, but Bill caught me on the way to my car,
and asked me what happened with Clair after he left.

After I finished telling him, he stood, staring off into space for a
while. Then he said, "You know, Pete, I've been with a few girls, and
it was fun. But they were hurried things, either in the back of my car
or someplace where we were always worried about getting caught. That
night with Gladys was fun, but she's so weird, that it left me with
kind of an uneasy feeling. 
When this happened with Clair, I was almost blown away. It was very
exciting at first. She's beautiful, she's the wife of a rich guy, and
she seemed to want it as much as I did. It was like a dream come true
at first. She's wild; she knew things I never imagined! 

"But it soon became obvious that it wasn't me she was screwing. It was
the drugs. Especially when I got the coke. At one point I looked at
her and she was fucking me and looking at the table where the coke
was. The last night we were there, she was barely coherent. When I
left and went looking for you, I felt like I had been wallowing in the
dirt. It was the most unpleasant feeling I ever had, and I was not
only disgusted with the situation, I was disgusted with myself. 

"You helped me out, pal, and I owe you a lot. I'm getting away from
this drug shit, and I'm going to clean up my act."

He sounded sincere, and I wanted to stay and talk, but I was concerned
about Mom and I wanted to go home. So I shook hands and said I'd call
him later.

When I got home, Mom seemed to be in a good mood, and a few minutes
later a van showed up and I helped a guy bring a bunch of boxes into
Amy's room. There was a color printer, a plain-paper fax machine and a
sleek-looking laptop computer. Amy and I spent until dinner time,
hooking things up and signing onto the Internet. One thing I hadn't
seen before, was a tiny camera that sat on top the computer. I asked
Amy about it, and she said it was a video camera. She and Tomaso could
actually see each other when they talked.

After dinner, we went back and started playing games on the computer.
We were engrossed in a shoot-em-up game when a voice behind us said,
"Hi, guys."

Kristen was standing in the doorway, and she was so beautiful it made
my heart stop. Her dark hair and eyes were mesmerizing and I wanted
more than anything to take her in my arms. But Amy got up first and
went to her. They hugged, then Amy left and closed the door behind
her.

We stood looking at each other for a minute, then Kristen said, "Amy's
a wonderful girl. You ought to marry her before she gets away."

"If I was going to marry anyone, it would be you, Kristen."


"If I was going to marry anyone, it would be you, Kristen."

"Well, I made the offer."

"No you didn't Kristen. Not really. You talked about it when this
singing thing first started because you were scared. If you married
me, you wouldn't have had to make a decision. But I bet that if we had
actually gone to get married, you would have changed your mind."

She looked at me for a second, and her eyes narrowed. She said, "Pete,
you couldn't be more wrong. We could have had a wonderful life. Look
how great we were together in Cantil!"

"It was wonderful, but think about it. We were never really together
after that. Once we got to Vegas, it was like we were to busy for each
other."

Her eyes flashed, and she said, "That's because you were too busy
fucking Amy and Lu and Brandy and Nell and God knows who else."

"Amy was your idea, and I never touched Brandy or Nell. I have to
admit that Lu was a mistake, but Kristen, I'm only seventeen years
old. You're almost two years older than I am, and you're a lot wiser.
If we got married, you'd be tired of me in no-time."

"If I'm so wise, why did I fall so completely in love with you. I've
never given myself so completely to someone in my life."

What she said, bothered me deeply, and I tried to go to her. But she
held up her hand. "Pete, don't. Don't touch me. I've spent the last
week trying not to think about you, but I just had to say goodbye.
We're leaving tomorrow, and we won't be back for quite a while. I'm
going to be very busy for the next several months, and you're going to
be busy taking care of your Mom, but think about me when you can. I'm
not going to call you, but I'll be talking to Amy almost every day if
you want to get in touch with me. Now, come with me to the car. I want
to give you something." 

On the way out we stopped in the living room. She kissed Dad and then
Mom. She gave Mom an extra hug and said some things too her, then she
kissed Erin and hugged her. She put her arm around Amy and the three
of us went out on the front porch. She and Amy hugged for a long time,
then they said a few words, kissed each other on the cheek and Amy
went back inside. When we got to the car, Kristen reached inside and
handed me the travel case we got in Vegas. I looked at it, but I
didn't know what to say, so I set the case down and we stood looking
at each other. Suddenly I wanted to take her in my arms and beg her
not to leave, but she quickly turned and got into the car. She started
it, then she rolled the window down and said, "I love you." 

I went to reach for her, but she drove away. 

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