Chapter Four

 

Three hours of waiting in a doctor’s office in Portland’s hospital was quite enough to drive anyone crazy. Her mother sat across from her dressed in a thin paper robe, which had been designed by someone centuries ago to give doctors the ease of looking at a patient. However, it wasn’t designed to keep them warm in an all-too-cold office. One that the doctor’s and nurses claim was kept at a normal temperature.

 

After talking to three nurses and finally seeing the head nurse to complain of the wait and the cold, which her mother had to suffer, Allison hustled her mother into her warm jacket and out of the office.

 

“‘Go to a specialist in Portland’, they said, ‘Maybe they can give you better news’ they said. Well, that was a terrible waste of time,” she complained as they drove back to Pride with the heat in her car at full blast. She was very concerned that her mother might have just caught another cold waiting for the “Specialist” to tell her the same news that the last one had told her.

 

Now Allison had a headache and feared she too had caught something at the doctor’s office. Just when they reached the house, the rain started. Springtime on the Oregon coast was unpredictable, but often enjoyable. That is, if you hadn’t wasted hours sitting in a cold doctors office.

Swearing off all doctors and medical people alike, she helped her mother into the house through the heavy rain. She’d had enough of sterile rooms and scrub-wearing good-willed people. All she wanted now was a hot bath and a glass of wine.

 

But when she walked in she noticed there were three messages on her voice-mail.

 

Ric Derby had called and was the most important call to return. It seemed he wanted to do another art show highlighting her work, this time in New York. Which meant another deadline for more pieces. Knowing she’d have to fit some time in, she grimaced at the urgency in his voice. After all, she’d practically lived with the man for the last two years. Well, okay, she’d lived above the man.

 

He’d been her boss, art mentor, art dealer and friend all in one. Everyone had assumed they’d been an item.

 

Then there had been a call from her agent, Steven Hill. The man was a shark, and he was out for blood. If there was a deadline, he wanted it done two weeks sooner. She couldn’t complain though, with his help, her art was selling for six figures now.

 

The last had been a call from Paris. Prior to  returning back to Pride, she had filled out the paperwork to attend art school there before she’d left California. It appeared they had received her application and had some questions.

 

Rubbing her head, she thought of all the changes in her life since she’d arrived home. No longer did she think about rushing off to Pairs to be a student. Or flying off to New York for an art show. All she could think about now was how she was going to root herself back into this tiny community so she could take care of her mother.

 

Being honest with herself, she didn’t want to leave Pride again. These people were her home, they were her reason for staying sane. No one in New York or Paris could ever fill the shoes of the people in Pride. Everyone had stepped up and helped her so much the last few weeks, that the thought of not having that support system would crush her.

The question was, how could she make her life here more of what she wanted it to be?

 

After returning her calls, she grabbed her pad and pencil and decided to get away for a while. She noticed the rain had lightened up and decided to take a short walk into town.

 

She sat across from the library under an overhang and started sketching the Town Hall. The building had sat in the middle of the square for close to two hundred years. Halfway through sketching the old building, she saw Patty O’Neil in front of O’Neil Groceries. The large woman had on one of her usual flowered dresses and yellow rain boots. She was sweeping the walk under the awning in front of her store with vigor.

 

Flipping the page, she started to sketch what she saw. She loved the colors of the people in town. You could sit on a corner and never be bored with what you saw. It took her less than five minutes to get what she wanted. When she looked down at her sketch, she decided then and there that she would have to paint it.

 

Some of her sketches stayed sketches. Others she turned into oil, water colors, or acrylic. She thought this one would look great in acrylic. Smiling at the progress and the way her shoulders were completely relaxed, she picked up her art bag and headed home.

 

Iian sat across from his brother-in-law the next morning and wanted to swear at the man. Aaron was dressed in his white doctor’s jacket and had his stethoscope draped around his neck.

 

He signed, “Everything going alright? How are the headaches?”

 

“Fine, fine. I hate these damn things. Can’t I just get my medication without an exam every year?” He knew he didn’t really need the pills, except once a month when the headaches got so bad he could hardly see. They were always brought on after a night of terrors and bad dreams. The memories kept trying to surface, but seemed to always be pulled back into the darkness of his mind. This time it was so bad, he’d even hallucinated and thought he saw his father at the end of the hallway this morning.

 

“That bad huh?” Aaron wrote something down in his file. Iian thought he could read people very well since losing his hearing. His sister had the same uncanny knack for it. But Aaron’s ability took the cake. The man always seemed to know just what was going on physically with him.

 

When Aaron turned back towards him, Iian gave him his favorite sign.

Aaron signed back. “Is that anyway to talk to your favorite brother-in-law? If your sister where here…”

 

“God, please don’t tell her I said that,” he signed back. “Last week she overheard me cussing up a storm after stubbing my toe in my own damn shower. A man isn’t even safe to speak in his own home.” Looking over at Aaron, he continued. “I’m going to have you text me when she decides to run over to my place at the spur of the moment from now on. Did you know she yelled at me for leaving a beer can on the coffee table?”

 

He watched Aaron chuckle. Iian was rubbing his hands on his temple. Then he saw the light in his brother-in-laws eyes and said, “Don’t even think about it,” Aaron had turned around to write something in his file. When he turned back, he signed.

 

“What?” Aaron tried to put on an innocent face. Iian wasn’t buying it.

 

“Listen bro. I don’t want to be scanned, poked and examined at Edgeview or Portland. Last time I spent two hours freezing in that damn room while the doctor went out for a smoke,” he rubbed his temples harder.

 

Last night had been a bad one. He was working on only two hours of sleep. All he needed was his damn headache prescription filled, hence the trip in to his doctor.

 

Then Aaron pulled out his ace card.

 

“Iian, don’t make me call your sister. She was going to stop by for lunch, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind taking an earlier lunch break. We’ll just do a scan this time. No blood work, I promise.”

 

Rubbing his forehead a little harder, he decided he didn’t have the energy to fight with anyone else today, let alone his sister.

 

“Fine, just set it up and text me the details. Can I get my prescription now? Before my head explodes?”

 

Three hours later, Iian sat behind his desk in his office and swore his head was going to explode any minute. Three of his staff members were out with the flu. He had just caught one of his new dishwashers stealing from the liquor supplies and had fired him. Now he was four staff members down for the day.

 

He had received a text from his sister about his appointment. It appeared Aaron had let the “boss” handle him after all. It took less than twenty messages before he was persuaded to keep the appointment. To top it all off, his sister had ended up showing up at his office door twenty minutes later. Of course, he had quickly put her to work. But since she was several months pregnant, he had her helping out at the bar. She started to complain, but then he explained that he had closed the bar due to being short-staffed.

 

He knew she was bored since she’d only been helping Megan out at the Bed and Breakfast for the past several weeks. He’d let her take over that task completely. At least he had after a talk with Aaron. Aaron’s opinion was that it was easier on her, during her pregnancy, to help Megan than to come into the restaurant.

 

So he had doubled his efforts around the place to take up the slack. She still came in twice a week, but for the most part, the place was his. He enjoyed it and most days it was enjoyable. Today, however, with the lack of sleep and the headache, he wished Lacey would just take over for the rest of the day. He had a stack of bills that needed to be taken care of and he was having a hard time focusing his eyes through the pain.

 

Just then Thomas, one of his floor managers, walked in. Iian liked the man he was efficient, kind to customers, and according to some of the local women, not bad looking. Iian had hired him on the spot three years ago after learning he knew sign language and hadn’t regretted it. In fact, just last year, he had moved him to floor manager.

 

“You’d better come out front,” Thomas signed. “It’s Kevin Williams again.”

 

Damn it! Couldn’t he get a break today? His head was pounding like a bitch in heat, and now he had to deal with the town drunk and bully.

 

Kevin had been two years older than Iian in school. He had been the varsity quarterback and the star pitcher. The all-out athlete had barely graduated high school before he’d gotten one of the cheerleaders in his class pregnant. Three kids later, he worked at the mill across the river and lived in a broken down trailer somewhere outside of town. The man hunted, fished, and pretty much killed anything that moved with his vast collection of guns and knives. He’s what most people called a survivalist. Iian called him just plain crazy, only because he knew the man. Kevin was no survivalist. He was a nut job who liked to pick on anything smaller than he was. Iian had outgrown that criteria in the fifth grade. Brenda, Kevin’s wife sometimes stayed at her friend’s house in town sometimes with the kids, sometimes alone. The whole town assumed the reason his marriage was on the rocks was due to abuse.

 

Since the Golden Oar was one of the last remaining places with a bar in town, beside Barley’s pool hall at the edge of Main Street, Kevin darkened the doors fairly often. Usually when he’d been kicked out of Barley’s. Every time he ended up here, he’d caused problems. On several occasions, Iian or one of the staff had to call the local police.

 

Iian wasn’t in the mood to deal with Kevin right now, drunk or not drunk.

 

Walking through the double swinging doors that led to the large dining hall, Iian could tell this time could be bad. Turning back to Thomas, he signed, “Go ahead and give Robert a call.”

 

Not waiting for a reply, he walked into the room knowing Thomas would make the call to the Sheriff.

 

When he was halfway across the room, he saw Lacey struggling to deal with the man. His sister stood five foot four Kevin was a little over six feet and had a good hundred and fifty pounds on his petite sister. He couldn’t tell what was being said, as the man’s back was to him.

Speeding up, he was just short of them when he saw Kevin reach across the bar and grab his sister’s arm.

 

“You’d better remove that hand from my sister, before I remove it for you,” Iian spoke. Years of not speaking a lot didn’t diminish the tone in which he chose to say the words. He may be out of practice, but he knew he had put enough behind his words to have the man afraid, because Kevin’s hand quickly dropped to his side as he spun around to face Iian.

 

“We’ve already called Robert, so you might as well take a seat on that stool,” Iian pointed to the end of the bar, “and wait until he gets here.” Turning to his sister, he signed. “Are you alright?”

 

“Yes, I’m fine. He’s drunk and wanted another beer,” she signed back rubbing her arm where the man had grabbed her. She stopped when apparently Kevin spoke to her. Turning his head quickly he glared at Kevin, who was now sitting on the bar stool.

 

Turning back to his sister, he saw the flash of humor in her eyes. “He really is afraid of you,” she signed back to him, “He came in drunk about ten minutes after I got here. Put back three beers and that’s when I cut him off.”

 

“Well, he’s leaving now” Iian spoke out loud since he’d just seen the sheriff’s car arrive out front.

 

“Don’t come in here drunk again, Kevin,” he said as Robert walked in the front door. “Robert, can you take Kevin home, since he’s overstayed his welcome?”

 

“Sure thing, Iian,” Robert said, taking a hold of Kevin’s arm as the man struggled to stand from the stool. They walked towards the door.

 

Lacey overheard what was said next and thought it better to keep it from her brother.

 

“Damn Jordan family, always thinking they’re better than me. And Iian is the worst one day I’d like to…” and the door shut out the rest.

 

Iian signed, “You’re going home. Get your coat.” He walked away without giving her a chance to argue. Lacey quickly caught up with him as he entered the back room.

 

“Now just wait a minute,” she signed after jumping in front of him. “You are not the boss of me, Iian Conner Jordan. I will go home when I’m ready to go home and not a minute sooner.”

 

Deciding two could play at this game, he signed back. “Don’t make me text Aaron. Because you know I have him on speed text.” He started to pull his phone from his pocket.

 

The look on his sister’s face told him he’d won this argument. Funny, in his whole life, he thought that this was the first time he’d ever done so.

 

After he made sure his sister left safely, he stalked back to his office and sat at his desk. He knew he needed to start working on the pile of bills and orders. Instead, he sat there and thought about his life.

 

The pills had finally kicked in around six that night, so the rest of the evening had been a blur. It’s not that the medicine dulled him, but he always felt less aware of everything when he took them.

 

Working and living in a small town, he wanted to keep some things private. Knowing this couldn’t happen in a small town, he’d been tagged as being somewhat of a loner.

 

Actually, at seventeen he’d been viewed quite differently. It had been one of the highest points in his life. He had several girls in town that he was seeing and he was working at the restaurant with spare money in his pocket. Then there had been his 1962 Dodge Dart that was sitting in the garage that he was turning into a sweet cherry of a ride. He’d made plans to go to California after school to attend one of the highest-rated culinary schools. Things had definitely been looking up for his future.

 

The weekend of his eighteenth birthday had arrived and his father had pulled him aside after dinner one night. A birthday sail with his old man had been the last thing he’d wanted to do. Iian had actually made other plans with Stacie Roberts, a high school cheerleader, who had been trying for years to get his attention. Well, he figured it was about time he gave it to her.

 

But his dad had been stubborn, so he’d called off his plans and instead spent it on a small sailboat with his old man.

 

He woke up a week later in the hospital with several broken ribs, cuts all over his body, and a nasty bump on his head. The worst part was the loss of his father, and the knowledge that he would never hear again.

 

He had little to no memory of what had taken place in the water. The last thing he did remember was leaving the dock. His dad had smiled over at him as he stood at the helm of the tiny vessel. That memory was frozen in his mind, much like a snap shot, which kept coming back to him at the oddest times.

 

It had taken him almost three years to get back onto a boat, and even then he’d only gone as far as five miles off shore. It irritated him that he still had problems sailing. He’d been raised on the water, he loved the ocean. Now his hands would get sweaty, his breath would come in harsh gasps, and his mind would fog up. Funny, he felt the same way when he saw Allison.

The doctors called it post-traumatic stress syndrome. He called it, and himself, just plain stupid. He hated that he could lose control of his own body so easily.

 

After being raised on the water the first part of his life, he sometimes missed the feel of the open ocean. He’d finally gotten himself to the point where he could control the shaking for short periods of time. But he still couldn’t control himself when he saw Allison.

 

Now he didn’t feel comfortable speaking in front of most people, just his family. A family which it seemed was getting larger every day. Todd and Megan had their two children, Matthew and Sara. And then his sister Lacey and Aaron’s baby was due in a few months.

 

He realized he was the only one without someone to go home to… yet.

 

At a quarter to one in the morning, Iian walked into his empty house after leaving work. The place was dark except for the hall light upstairs, which had always been left on since he was a small child who had been afraid of the dark. As a grown man, he had left it on out of habit.

 

He loved the house he grew up in, but now, as the only inhabitant, he found it lonely and way too large for one person. His brother’s and sister’s rooms had sat pretty much untouched since they’d moved out. His father’s room sat behind closed, large double doors, untouched since his death over ten years ago.

 

Iian’s small room was still decorated from his youth. Basketball paraphernalia lined every wall. A large poster of Michael Jordan hung over his bed. For the most part, when he had company over, especially women, he made a point to not let them stay the night. In fact, he’d never had an overnight guest.

 

It wasn’t that he was cold or heartless, he just liked his space. Losing his hearing had pretty much taken the choice of intimacy from him, or so he thought. Most people in town didn’t know sign language, and most girls he dated didn’t care if they had a deep and meaningful conversation. Up to this point, he’d been okay with that.

 

As far back as he could remember, he had only really thought of one person in that way.

 

Shutting the front door behind him, he flipped the lock and switched on the stair lights. Looking around the empty entry way, he guessed it was about time he started thinking about fixing up the place. It had been his solely for almost two years. The three siblings owned the large house together, but everyone knew it was his.

 

The downstairs had been redecorated a few years back, thanks to his sister. The newer appliances still shined in the remodeled gourmet kitchen. The huge fifty-two inch flat-panel television hung on the den wall with large brown leather couches and chairs positioned around for the best view. The coffee tables and end tables gleamed with newness.

 

Lacey had overseen replacing the old carpet with dark hardwood flooring downstairs right before Iian had graduated high school. His father’s office, which had been used by Todd when he had lived there, now housed his own laptop, papers, and books.

 

The back room, which had been an old sewing room his mother had used before his birth, was now a home gym. His weights and treadmill sat facing a wall of mirrors. Todd still came over some days and used them.

 

Taking the steps two at a time, he stopped at the end of the long hallway and swore he could see his father standing in front of the large double doors again.

 

He shook his head and blinked several times and looked again at the empty doorway. The dark wood of the master-bedroom doors gleamed. He remembered running in them as a young boy, and crawling into his father’s giant bed after a nightmare.

 

To his right was his sister’s bright pink rooms. She had the second-to-largest bedroom which had its own adjoining bathroom. To his left was his and Todd’s rooms. There was a good size bathroom between the two smaller rooms. Todd’s old room was the closest to the stairs. His brother had re-decorated it after his first wife’s death and it was the only room that was updated.

 

Iian walked down the hallway and gripped the brass door handles to his father’s room. He had plans to change things, change his life, and the first hurdle he had to jump was behind these heavy doors. Taking a deep breath, he pushed them open and walked in knowing that these changes would help him obtain his deepest desire. Allison.