Extra Time 15

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CHAPTER 15
I was feeling just a little shell-shocked on arrival. Rachel was away with her own distractions, Mam was eying up Von, Neil was trying to tease Fossy, James was closing down again and I was trying to remember who the hell was who. I looked over our little army, and there was John, his face showing that he felt just like me. I waved him over.

“Felling a bit out of it, mate?”

“Oh, Jill, so many new ones, and they speak so oddly”

“It’s what I grew up with, like, so it’s not that big a problem for me, but aye, these two suddenly appearing, it’s a bit, whoa, can we slow down a bit? Look, you did well with James on the flight”

“It was a bit of focus, Jill. I was told once that if you feel sea-sick the best thing to do is to look out at the horizon, find a fixed point to watch”

“I didn’t see you as a sailor, John”

“Me? Oh no. The land moves in a way I can normally predict. Water…I am a man of routines, Jill. I realise that far more since…”

He trailed off, looking around, then turned back to me, head cocked. “This is something I am not well versed in, Jill. Friendship. At work, it was like being on terra firma. I could act and react, and the rules were there, they were clear. It was like machine code in a computer: write these letters, and the machine will do such and such; write others, and a different result ensues. This…this is like being at sea. Things move, yes? They move when they want to, and one has to react to that, and I do not do reaction particularly well”

As ever, my lover was at my shoulder. “Bollocks you don’t, John. Remember what her mum said to you?”

“Yes, but…”

She slipped an arm around his waist. “It’s friends, isn’t it? Never really had them, have you?”

“No, but…”

I took his hand. “Look at me, John. This young lad here, and the girl bouncing round Will, they are friends. I didn’t know who the hell they were, like, until Mark here explained, but hey, you adapt, say hello, and get on with the introductions, aye? You ever go swimming?”

He looked at me, and there was a hollowness there. “A rather obvious answer to that one, yes?”

“Sorry. I was just thinking, I took Mam off on holiday once, down to Mallorca for a treat, aye, and she gets in the sea, and she’s lost about forty years in age, and I calls over to her so she can’t see the wave behind her, and splash, she’s soaked, and she’s laughing, and that’s friends, aye? They sneak up on you, and they surprise you, and all the time they keep you afloat”

“Yes, but I do not know how to do this, Jill”

She kissed his cheek, and he blushed. “John, you’re already doing it. All friendship demands is to be returned, yeah? You do that already. I mean, look what you did for James on the plane!”

“Yes, but he was lost, and he needed---“

Together, in unison, the two of us all but shouted “Exactly!” and Larinda started to laugh.

“Sod lecturing the poor old sod, Jill, I am parched and your Mam possesses a kettle, yeah? Show on road?”

Mark was now chuckling. “Bugger a hell, you fit right in with Kell’s lot. I should have expected it. Where are we off to?”

“Washington, marra. Want directions or do you know the way?”

He grinned. “Driven Granda round enough to his gigs, like, or rather from them when he his bit beer. I’ll gie yez a hand with the bags”

“Mostly Will’s stuff, for college, like. Howay then”

He called across to his girl. “Put the lad down, Kell, you’re spoken for!”

Larinda laughed out loud. “Wrong bus, Mark”

“Aye, Annie said, but I need something to blackmail her for every now and again. Let’s get moving”

The house was overfull, but the weather was kind and so we sat out on the lawn and the patio, tea in hand and Rachel in Jim’s. I was watching Von in particular, as her eyes flickered backwards and forwards between Alec and Fossy’s comfortable position, hand on knee and arm around shoulder, Rachel and Kelly in their similar cuddles with their men, my mother’s brazen and disgraceful display of canoodling with some aged Lothario, and her boy. We had naturally separated into couples of various kinds, John talking quietly with an unlocking James and Neil with Will, and I wondered where her mind was taking her. Would she be able to fit the older men’s display into context with the other lovers’, or would she be seeing nothing but perversion and my brother as a waiting predator?

Tea first, suspicions later. She still had her standards, though, and collected the cups for washing. I followed her to the kitchen sink.

“And?”

“And what, Jill?”

“What are your thoughts? Your boy, his safety, all that?”

She shook her head, as if to dislodge a fly. “I still can’t see it as right, innit? I mean, those men, they are….they are acting like they were normal, like it was all normal, aye? And the rest of you, even your Mam, she , you, you just pretend it’s OK”

I took her shoulders. “Von, Von, for god’s sake, we are not pretending here, it IS bloody normal! Shit, woman, look at me. What do you see? Who am I?”

She stared at me, mind clearly working for once. “I see Jill Carter. Rob was never there, was he?”

“Bloody hell, she has it. Now, what do you see when you look at Rachel?”

She smiled. “I see someone who is so lucky, so in love, and he’s a good man, isn’t he?”

“So you don’t see a punch bag?”

“Pardon?”

“She has false teeth, Von, that’s how normal she is. Look at her now, aye? And Alec, there’s a widower, just like Jim is. Both of them, lost and hurting, aye? Look at them now! Ah shite, I just spent ages explaining the concept of friendship to someone with learning difficulties, and you are normal, so why should I have to explain fucking love to you? Just look at Alec and John, then at Rachel and Jim, and you tell me if there is any difference there!”

“But…”

“Von, I saw you checking out Alec, and Neil, and Will, and it was in your eyes, aye? All that time you never watched Kelly and Mark, or Mam and Raafie, or Karen or Terry, or, bugger a hell, me and Larinda! How perverse is that?”

“But you and Larinda…you, you are still…”

“Ach shite, Von, we’ve done that bit. I’m as gay as Alec, or Neil, or Will, aye?”

Her voice was quieter. “And what about Larinda?”

I had to search for the words. “Larinda is just special. More special than I could ever say. She is not gay, is all I can say, but she accepts, she adapts, she rides the waves, aye?”

“What waves?”

“Just something I was saying to John, like. Look, just watch Alec, watch the two of them, and you tell me if there is anything different there”

“But they are both men”

“I KNOW! DOES IT FUCKING MATTER?”

She flinched, and then looked out of the window for several slow seconds.

“No. It doesn’t, does it? It doesn’t fucking matter”

I took her in my arms. “Von, love, I know he is your baby, and I know you love him. You have done more, moved more than I could have expected and it’s just the last bit, the last step. Love him, love him properly, love him for what he is and not what you think he should be, aye?”

Mam was behind me this time, with the tissues, and a muttered comment about sensible women. A few minutes later, once Von was tidier, Mam muttered to me.

“Back to the garden, lass. Raafie wants to say something”

I led Von out to the sun and greenery, and rejoined my lover, who raised an eyebrow in greeting. I nodded, and she took my hand to kiss the palm before cuddling into me. Raafie coughed for attention.

“Now, Ah am going to try and speak so that aal of ye can follow what I say, because this is important. It woulda been nice if thy Ian were here as well, but ah weel, we have most of ye. Now, Norma and mesel have a sort of announcement for ye, and Ah am guessing from the looks on one or two fyeces that…well, Ah’ve asked her, and she sez yes, so it’ll be before Christmas, like”

Mam was grinning, and they kissed properly as Jim started to laugh. Rachel slapped his arm, and the grin got broader as he drew a small box from his pocket and held it out to her, and of course her answer was yes, and Jim just laughed again.

“Ah’ll be open in an hour, and Ah got a relief barman in, so Ah think…Mark, thoo and Kelly want a spare bed?”

The hangover the next morning was a beast.

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"It doesn’t fucking matter”

no it doesnt. And yet its not an easy adjustment to make in your head when you've been told all your life that it does.

She's come a long way, and she's trying got to give her props for that.

I know you're probably close to wrapping this one up, but here is hoping that they will make an appearance in some other story, even if its drop by for a visit stuff.

The thing I get most of your writing is the concept of the ripple effect. One person's acceptance leads to confidence and confidence leads to more acceptance, more love which sloshes over in every direction from each person as they add their own love to the mix.

Thank you for reminding me we have an impact on others - good or bad, and its up to us to make it good, and when we do, they have an impact on others, and so on it goes.

Once more, thank you.

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Is there a Dramamine equivalent

Andrea Lena's picture

...for heartsick? Love sick? Sick of conflict and hurt?

“It was a bit of focus, Jill. I was told once that if you feel sea-sick the best thing to do is to look out at the horizon, find a fixed point to watch”

It's like the horizontal version of being objective; we ride the waves you mentioned by looking past the problem onto something unmoveable, aye? What a story! Thank you, Stephanie!

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

Siobhan is a bit thick.

Siobhan is a bit thick. She's trying, but I'm not sure if it's in the sense of trying the patience of those around her, or making an effort to adjust her views. Probably a bit of both.

The horizon thing is only partly focus related. The horizon is stationary, so by looking at it, your see the relative motion of the boat or plane, and you don't have a mismatch between your eyes and your inner ear. Focus does come into it, though, too. I'm prone to air or sea sickness in rough conditions, unless I'm at the controls of the plane or boat.

yes, she is!

Thank you, Miranda. She is thick. She is the Daily Mail reading, suburban this-is-how-my-family-does-things-and-so...but her heart is a loving one, and her children are her life. I have written so many caring, adaptable, loving people it was getting silly. Arwel is one example: all the Arwels I have ever known would put me straight into the nearest casualty ward on sight.
That is Von's place in this story: prejudice, ignorance, not the sharpest of minds, she has to be beaten almost into submission before she starts to see the truth.

Thank you for picking up on that aspect. I see her as a reflection of the world we inhabit: no real malice, just a deep inability to open her bloody eyes and see.

Thank you, Steph, for writing

Thank you, Steph, for writing characters that seem so real, warts and all.

Thanks Steph,

"I see Jill Carter .Rob was never there,was he?" The penny
finally drops for Von.We all get that question,that we have
become a woman,when in reality,we always have been.So true,Steph.

ALISON

See my reply to Miranda

Thank you as well. Anyone who follows my stuff must pick up on how a minor character slips into a central role, or at least exerts influence on the story beyond what is originally obvious. I write first person, in the main, as it works for me, but I love to take a step back and let the Alices of the world have their time in the spotlight. I know Siobhan, I speak to her regularly, and every now and again I come close to despair at her assumptions that the world mirrors her family.

Love Is Love

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And friends are friends, but enemies are not always enemies, if they can be persuaded to open their eyes. Prejudice is our worst opponent.

There was a programme on radio recently which described how a Chinese man in a small Australian town was revered by his fellow citizens at the same time as they were participating in Anti-Chinese riots against allowing Chinese immigrants into Australia, the paradox being that the man they knew was OK, whereas those that they didn't were not.

This is a common syndrome. People can "hate" gays in general, but Joe down the road...who just happens to be gay...is a great guy, because they know him as a person.

Situation beautifully described as always, Steph,

Joanne