I do NOT own GOOD TIMES, nor it's copyright.
The wind would have blown right through Thelma's skin except the woman
was wise enough to wear her newer blue coat. Its thickness far surpassed
that of her old one, and it's sleeves were actually the proper length for her
arms. Entering the cemetery the wind didn't totally quit, but it did stop
enough as not to yank her coat off. Her mother's grave came into sight the
further she walked into the cemetery.
"Oh, Mama. I'm so tired." Thelma cried out all the frustration she felt over
the boys refusing to back her up, about all the good matches with old friends
her father had turned down flat, or at least turned down after only a few
months. "They were all good woman of our own kind, why did he have to
elsewhere?" There were other words spoken before, and after those words,
to Florida, but the wind covered them up.
If the gal had expected any huge event to occur she'd have been
disappointed, but as it was she knew her mamma heard, and it felt as if the
late Mrs. Evan's arms were around her. Soft words were spoken into her
ear, no, more like thoughts to her mind. It was if her mamma were saying if
she might want to consider at least trying listening to Melanie, but even if
that wasn't the case, well, then Thelma really did need to sit down
and listen; really listen to what her father had to say.
That thought may not have been what Thelma had wanted to be told, but
sighing to herself the fact was acknowledged James Evans had earned the
right to be listened to simply by working so hard to raise her, and giving her
way a honest shot for so long.
"Okay, Mamma, I'll hear Daddy out." Giving a lopsided grin she pointed a
finger at the headstone, "And I'll think about Melanie, no promises there."
James and Melanie were sitting in Willona's front room when the
telephone rang. "It's for you." Willona handed it over to her life long friend.
"Okay, Michael, I'll be right down." Turning to Melanie he told her
Thelma was ready to talk to him. "You'd best stay here with Willona until
we're done." With that he was out the door.
"Melanie, may I ask you something?" Willona curled up in the brown
overstuffed chair she'd bought the previous week.
"Sure." Melanie's smile showed she wasn't concerned about anything
Willona may want to know.
"Why did you come back? I mean really." She raised her hand and waved a
bit. "Don't' get me wrong, I'm glad to see James happy, but I didn't figure
you'd ever come this way again."
"Like I told James I tried to live my life the way everyone wanted me to,
but I couldn't let go of him. So, I figured if I saw him again it would help
me move one. Only.." She chuckled, "He simply reeled me in."
Willona grinned wide, "Honey, I could have told you'd he'd do that. That
man has been carrying a burning torch for you ever since you left."
As the two women continued to talk James was sitting at a table in the
empty diner talking to Thelma. "You really love her then?" Thelma was
tired of fighting her own father and was giving into his way of thinking.
"Yes, Thelma, I do." James clasped his hands together. "I fought it at first,
honest, I did. Kept telling myself to go find someone at church; hell, I even
went out with Willona more than once. But all I could think of was Melanie.
I finally gave up and just figured I'd stay single the rest of my life."
"Then she came back."
"Yes, and when I saw her at the piano and she'd done spoke her piece I
figured I'd see what a little kiss would do. Oh, Thelma.." He'd been staring
off into space, but he turned to face his daughter, "honey, I couldn't give her
a no little peck. It all came out, or about did. It was all I could do to pull
back, and my hands, crud, my whole body felt her reaction." waving his hands he assured her it wasn't all physical. "We didn't just run off and get
married because of that, we sat down and talked, and I mean in depth
talking." They two had also discussed the past, Thelma's mother, and the
reaction of those around them. Finally, Thelma smiled.
"Okay, I won't fight you anymore, Daddy, but don't expect me to call her
"If you call me mother I think I'll have to find the biggest willow branch
and smack you." Melanie's voice got both her husband, and stepdaughter,
facing her. "Thelma, I never expected you to call me Mom, Momma, or
Mother, but.." Melanie smiled, "I wouldn't mind friend."
James and Melanie did indeed hand the majority of the business over to
Michael. They also kept their word and stayed in his place during the
summers, while living the winters out in California, but during those months
back near his children the Evans family would gather, whenever possible, at
the diner for food, games, and good music.
JJ never really did like Melanie being married to his father, but; for the
sake of his stomach, kept quiet. Michael never regretted being on their side,
and Thelma? That gal actually ended up mellowing out so much that she'd
defend her father's new wife to anyone in sight .
"Ain't never gonna call you Momma though, only got one of those."
The whole room grinned and Melanie leaned against James; not dumb
enough to argue.