Chapter 12
Jillian
“AWW, LOOK AT THEM.” I pointed at the two older people, all bundled up against the crisp afternoon air, as they wandered up the sidewalk. They held hands like it was their first date and the man’s gentle laughter at something his wife said melted my heart a little more.
“Yeah. Adorable.” Bennett deadpanned. “They’re actually our dinner companions this evening.” At the rate they were walking, we wouldn’t get to dinner until midnight.
We’d made it to Wednesday and round two of the bet. And already, my dream Thanksgiving with my dreamy boyfriend was feeling a bit threatened. Because, I planned to stick to my word. Waiting in front of the cafe, I took advantage of Ben’s distraction and checked him out. He wore that same grey T-shirt and at first glance, his jeans were nothing special. But from behind, he wore those Wranglers like he was doing them a favor and I suddenly became aware that I was practically panting.
Bennett, ever the gentleman, held the door as the couple strolled in and took a seat. We followed, but almost immediately, Mrs. Lowe placed small plates of pasta with steaming meat sauce in front of the couple. She shook the old man’s gnarled hand and gently hugged the woman, taking her coat to hang on one of the hooks by the door.
“Bernadette, Willie, this is Jillian, my, um, friend.” He presented me like I was a new car being offered on The Price is Right. “Jillian, it’s my pleasure to introduce you to Bernadette and Willie Coleson.”
I offered my hand and both of them shook it gently, the gentleman offering me a seat. “Here, you sit young lady, and let Bennett go rustle you up some spaghetti.” Bennett nodded, taking his cue to leave, and whisked off, leaving me alone with members of the Golden Girls cast.
“It’s so nice of you to join us for dinner this evening.” Mrs. Coleson’s smile was bright and her voice was so soothing. It made me want to crawl into her lap and ask her to read me stories. “So, dear, tell us about yourself.” Me? We weren’t here to talk about me!
“Yes, ma’am. Well, I’m originally from Georgia.”
“I can tell by the accent. What brought you west?” While Mrs. Coleson asked all the questions, Mr. Coleson tasked himself with cutting up her pasta. When he finished, he sprinkled a bit of parmesan cheese over the top and buttered her garlic toast.
“Oh, I decided to come to Texas A&M because—,” I stopped. Why had I come to A&M? It was simple. Because of a boy. I came to Texas A&M because, since before I could talk, I’d been told that I would marry Gareth Johnson and I came to Texas A&M to solidify that arrangement. Why was I just now realizing that? And why were my eyes locked on Bennett, walking toward our table with two plates of pasta and two salads balanced precariously in his arms? I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I came to Texas A&M to spread my wings.” Bennett presented my food with a flourish, as a waiter would at a high-end restaurant, before taking his seat next to me. He neatly placed his napkin in his lap and waited for me to pick up my fork before picking his up.
“That’s so nice. This is a wonderful place to live and raise a family. Do you think you’ll stay here, once you marry?” How could I tell them that, most likely, I’d be receiving mail at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue before it was all said and done? I couldn’t, not when I didn’t fully believe it myself.
“Oh, I haven’t really thought about the long term. There’ll be plenty of time to think about that later. I’m only twenty.” Heat creped up my cheeks and I concentrated on my food.
“Well, by the time I was twenty, I’d already buried one husband and was being courted by husband number two.” She elbowed a silent Willie in the ribs as Bennett passed me the parmesan cheese.
“I’d’ve been husband number one if you’d said yes the first time I asked you.” He harrumphed, digging into his spaghetti. She just batted his words away with a roll of her eyes and a grin on her lips.
“Oh, don’t listen to him. The first time he asked me was on the playground at Bowie Elementary School. The boy had no shoes on and not a moment before, he’d been making bets with the other boys to see how many rocks they could sneak into the building between their toes.”
“I was the champion. No one could beat me.” He continued eating, like he’d never said a word. I cast a quick glance at Bennett and caught him looking at me, amusement painted across his face.
“When I came of age, Willie was off fighting a war in France. He’d followed his older brother over there and I figured he’d never come back.” She sighed, wistfully lost in her memories.
“Yeah, so she married my younger brother.”
Wait, what? I swung my head around in question, but Bennett’s quick wink said he’d heard it all before.
“Okay, so fine. I married his brother. The boy had flat feet and the army had no use for him.”
Her husband huffed again, never looking up, but nothing about his demeanor spoke of anger. “Willie was the one I wanted, but I just figured he wasn’t coming back, so I married Ronald.” She shivered at the thought. Ronald must have been a real sour lemon judging by the looks on both Bernadette’s and Willie’s faces.
“But tell them what happened to Ronald, Bernie.”
She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, giving me a little glimpse of myself a hundred years from now. “Ronald, unbeknownst to me, had a faulty moral compass and a peculiar take on marriage and monogamy. He also had an interesting relationship with the truth. Just a few hours after the ceremony, the imbecile fell ill and never recovered. He’d contracted syphilis from God knows where and let me tell you, it was a blessing. I don’t think his own mother even cried.”
“But, why?” Who was this Ronald character? Willie was all too happy to chime in.
“He was a monster from the day he was born. He came out causing trouble and never stopped. Oh, sure. He was a charmer in the light of day, but integrity is what you do when no one else is watching, and that boy didn’t have an ounce.”
“Oh, my.” I hadn’t expected such a tragic, yet satisfying ending. Because, of course, Bernadette and Willie deserved their happily ever after that had started with dirty feet on the school playground.
“And then, before the body was even cold, my soldier boy came home to me. So you see, if I hadn’t married Ronald, I may have married someone even more scrupulous and then where would we be?” Willie continued eating, but he sat a little taller when Bernadette placed her hand on his.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking,” I shot a look at Bennett, but he nodded for me to continue, “what brings you two here, to The Community Cafe?”
“Well, the Good Lord never blessed us with children, though I stayed home day in and day out praying for a miracle. That’s what women did back then. So, I kept the home fires burning while Willie here taught history at the high school. But after two hip replacements, he had to hang up his hat. And I’ll tell you what, it’s a might tight, two people living on one teacher’s retirement. The cafe is only three blocks away from our house, and walking down here three days a week is not only good exercise, but smart business. It cuts our grocery bill nearly in half.” The couple smiled, as if they’d just let me in on the secret to life. And maybe they had.
Because there I sat, astonished. These two people had nothing but each other in this world. And while my heart ached for their circumstance, they didn’t seem bothered in the least. This was their normal, same with Rosalinda. They weren’t constantly trying to climb their way to something better, rather they appreciated what they had. What a change from what I’d grown up with.
“And what about family? Do you have anyone to go visit, or someone who visits you?” These two were peas and carrots and my greatest fear now was… what happens when one of them dies?
“All of my people are long gone, but Willie’s older brother Anthony has kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids. We aren’t close, but one of his great-granddaughters is in school here and she visits from time to time, though come to think of it, we haven’t seen much of her this fall.”
Bernadette turned to Willie and asked, “When was the last time Lori stopped by, do you remember?”
Lori?
“Oh, well.” He paused in the way old men do when they’re thinking extra hard. “I suppose it was when she brought that boy around.” Willie turned and addressed me directly. “It’s the darndest thing. She comes ‘round to introduce us to her new beau, and I think he said he was somehow related to the governor.” His wide grin revealed a few missing teeth. “Isn’t that something?”
My heart dropped into my stomach. Yeah. That was something, all right.
I was quiet for the rest of the meal, trying to piece together why Lori and Gareth would have been together and why they would give the Colesons reason to suspect they were anything other than childhood friends. None of it made sense.
“They were sweet.” I bundled up, combatting the frigid wind that came with early November. And though I wasn’t quite ready to admit defeat, I had to admit that things were changing inside of me.
“Aren’t they? And just as pure as the day is long.” We walked out to my car and for the first time, Bennett had agreed to let me drive him to the library. He said he had some things to do before going home.
“It’s sad that they never had children, but, kids or no kids, I hope to find a love like that one day.”
Bennett sighed and buckled his seatbelt. “Don’t we all.”
Still no message on the answering machine from Gareth. I tried his apartment again and left the same message I’d been leaving for weeks. “Hey, it’s Jillian. Call me back.” It was only upon hanging up that I realized I’d left out the part where I usually said I loved and missed him.