Symphony of Destruction

(STEEL)

“You know I said I’m from Niagara Falls?”

“Yeah,” Emily says, her brow still creased.

Why the fuck didn’t I tell her this from the day I met her? And now, how am I supposed to explain lying to her all this time?

“Steel, what’s going on?”

“I’m from the Canadian side.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Emily barks. She almost never swears. Not the f-bomb anyway.

“I’m Canadian. I’m not American.”

“All those times I asked you what state you were from, and you didn’t tell me you weren’t even from the country? Why?”

“Dunno.” Emily’s face turns from confusion to anger, so I continue. “I mean, I do know. I told someone before. We hooked up for a bit, and when things didn’t go the way she wanted them to, she tried to get me deported. She told the law everything she knew about me, and she didn’t make me sound too good, you know? I spent the rest of the summer hiding and shitting myself with the Mexican carnies whenever immigration enforcement officers came nosing around. It’s a horrible way to live.”

“I can imagine. I’ve seen those raids, remember? But why not tell me? Especially when you proposed.”

“I don’t have an answer for that. All I’ve ever wanted to do is leave my past behind, all that matters to me is my future with you.”

Emily’s mouth is a tight line, and she crosses her arms in front of her. I draw her into me, her arms between our bodies. The comfortable feeling of having Emily in my arms calms me.

“I love you,” I say into her ear.

After a minute, Emily’s breathing slows and she unfolds her arms, sliding them up my back.

“I can’t be mad at you for being Canadian. That’s just weird. But I’m still pissed about the lie.”

“I know, you have every right to be.”

“But I’m not pissed enough to end this, to kick out the father of my child.”

“And your husband,” I add.

“If we weren’t here, in my parents’ house, I’d be screaming and yelling at you right now.”

“Guess this was a good time to tell you, then.”

“Dick,” she snaps.

“Sorry,” I say, giving her a squeeze.

“Not sorry enough.” Emily tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let go.

“What are we going to do about this job your dad wants me to do in the morning?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about any job.”

“There are lots of cash jobs for muscle.”

Emily pushes back from me, the anger back in her eyes, and says, “Yeah, but that’s not exactly the kind of financially secure job you want with a baby, is it? Was that really your plan, to do illegal jobs forever?”

“No, that wasn’t my plan. All we have to do is get married, and then I can get a Green Card. It’s easy.” I hope. I didn’t really have a plan.

“So that’s what we’ll tell my parents.”

“How will they react?” I ask.

“My dad will understand.”

“No offense, he isn’t really the understanding type. I don’t want him to have me deported,” I say, ruffling my hair.

“If he does, I’m going with you.”

Emily’s words relax me, and I realize everything is going to be okay. She’s what matters, our baby is what matters, everything else is just details.

“Might as well get this over with, then,” I say and take her hands.

We walk back to the kitchen. Her parents are talking in hushed tones, but stop as soon as they notice us.

“So, what is it, Kayden? Are you going to man up and come to work in the morning?” Greg says.

Emily laces her hand through mine and says, “Daddy, Steel is Canadian. He doesn’t have a social security number.”

Greg leans back in his chair, and his arms fall to his sides.

“What does that mean?” Carol asks.

“It’s means he’s here illegally,” Greg says.

“Illegally? Emily, did you know about this?” Carol asks.

“Yes,” Emily says, and my chest bursts.

“I oughta have you deported.”

“Then I’d go with him. With the baby.”

“You can’t do that, Greg. There’s no reason for that,” Carol says, her eyes narrowed.

I can tell Greg thinks getting me away from his daughter is the best reason there is. He’d better realize how serious Emily is about leaving with me.

“It’s fine, Dad, when we get married, Steel will be able to get a Green Card.”

“I’m not sure it’s that easy. Have you looked into it?” Greg asks.

Emily looks at me and cocks her head.

“Not yet,” I answer.

“Well, at least I know you’re not marrying her just to make your stay legal,” Greg says.

“I’ve been in the country ten years, that’s definitely not the reason,” I say.

“Ten years,” Greg says, his teeth gritted.

“Can’t you do anything to help them? You must know someone,” Carol says.

Greg blows the air out of his mouth and thinks. At least it doesn’t seem like he’s going to deport me.

“You two have sure come in here and dropped a ton of bombshells today,” Greg says.

“We didn’t have to come here at all,” Emily says.

“We came because it’s important for the baby to have family, and for Emily to have support,” I say, repeating myself.

After a moment, Greg says, “Let me phone Rob. He’s an immigration lawyer I know from the Lions Club.”

“Thank you,” Carol says.

The three of us watch while Greg takes out his cell phone and scrolls through his contacts. He pushes dial, and moves to stand. Carol grabs his arm, and drags him back into his chair.

“Hey, Rob,” Greg says.

The three of us listen to his description of the problem, and watch his face fall as he listens to the answer.

“Can I put you on speaker phone? They’re here, and it’d be good if you can tell them,” Greg asks.

He puts the phone on speaker and sets it in the middle of the table.

“Hi, Rob,” Emily says.

“Hello,” Rob says.

“So, you were saying?” Greg says.

“Yes, Emily, you have to apply for a K-1 visa. Kayden, you can’t be in the country when she applies, and won’t be able to visit the country until it’s granted.”

“How long does that take?” I ask.

“Months. Six if you’re lucky, most likely longer,” Rob says.

It’s a blow to my stomach. How the hell are we going to do that? I’d miss seeing her belly grow with my baby. Worst of all, would I even be able to get back in time for the birth?

“What if we go get married now in Vegas?” I ask.

“Then it’ll take longer for everything,” Rob says.

“That’s just not possible, Rob. It’s too long,” Carol says.

“Sorry, Carol. That’s just the way it is,” Rob says.

“There must be another way,” Carol says, pleading.

I can’t believe her mother is fighting my case so strongly for me.

“Well, there might be. Depending on how things are with you. I’ve never met you Kayden, and I don’t know what your means or plans are. But it’s possible to get an E-2 visa in one or two months,” Rob says.

I sit taller in my chair, and ask, “How do I do that?”

“It’s only for people who are business investors. You have to buy or start a business here, with a substantial investment. At least two hundred thousand.”

“And that’s the only way?” I say, slumping in my chair again.

“Afraid so. Those are the only two options,” Rob says.

I wonder if it’s easier to get a Canadian visa for Emily. We could go build a life there.