Look How You Turned Out 73
"It makes sense," Edward says.
"But you love this house," I say.
"I'll be fine," Edward assures me. "Now let me look at 'em before I leave."
I pull the covers to my chin and I'm laughing.
"C'mon," he says kind of tickling me.
"All right, all right," I say, and I yank down the covers and he pulls down the top of my undershirt. He kind of hums while he rubs my swollen breast, then he does the other. We get caught up for a minute it's just so good, him standing over me, hand on me, smiling at me like sunshine.
He kisses one then the other, then my stomach, then he pinches my girl parts. I laugh again and he's pulling up the covers, gets them all smooth and tucks me in.
"That will have to hold you," I say rolling over and he rubs my ass some too and I sigh. My god.
This is how he leaves me most mornings. A good-bye kiss just isn't enough. So I flash him like it's Mardi Gras when he comes to my side of the bed, all nice and crisp in his uniform if he's on a regular shift, and smelling so good I could…eat him…and once or twice…yeah. Regardless, he likes to say good-bye to all my parts.
"Be careful. And don't be lifting those trays." He likes to say something like this. Like warnings. I just let him do it. It's his cop OCD. I'm ten weeks in. I pretty much do what I want. I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs, so I'm not talking crazy, but I can lift things.
So I get my shower and get Juney up and going while I finish getting ready. Today is his last day of school. He's tired in the morning cause he like to never got to sleep the night before and he already thinks he's on vacation. He barely has his eyes open as he carries Scrapper outside to do his business.
He's so excited about school ending and helping me at Billy's sometimes and mostly about swapping houses with Grampa Charlie.
Here's how that went down. Charlie talked to me about it at work. He came in the office and closed the door, so that was weird. First thing went through my mind was he wanted to talk to me about us needing to fire someone. It wouldn't be Coy. He was turning into a pretty decent cook so I wouldn't have to defend him. So what was this about?
He sat down in the chair in front of my desk. I knew he hadn't been to the doctor.
I tried not to concentrate on how long it took him to get comfortable. He moved like a man ten years older than this time last year. But I knew that hip gave him pain. And then Perkinson's. Yes we say Perkinson's now.
"Bella I'm going to ask Sue to marry me." Long pause.
I start laughing.
"What's so funny about that?" him
"Nothing." Here I had him in the long narrow box and he's talking about a future. I love him so much I could weep. "About time."
He ignores that. "Well. Thing of it is Pumpkin-face, I've been doing a lot of thinking. That house of mine…well Sue and me, that's if she says yes and I believe she will, but that house…I ain't been upstairs since you came home and a long time before that."
"You're going to move into Sue's? On the rez? Benny. Remember him?" Benny lands at Sue's every so often, like a big migrating bird prone to regular bouts of failure. Dad and Benny under one roof? No way.
"I am not living on the rez. Sue knows that. The weather's bad…I had enough of nearly killing myself on those damn backroads…. Now I don't mean that."
"It's okay. I know you probably came close to dying a thousand times. And now Edward. He tells me our times are marked down in the great golden library in the sky. I'm trying to believe." No…I'm trying to control. Pretty much everything.
"He's fine. He's got sense, that boy."
"Right. And you didn't. Okay…but don't you dare tell me you're going to Florida."
"Florida? Why the hell would I do that?"
"Not your old man."
"Miss Juney growing up…miss those ten grandbabies you're going to give me?"
He's smiling. "Listen to me now. You always knock me off the topic. Listen."
"Yes sir. And…you're crazy." I blame Juney.
He frowns a little cause I've never called him crazy before. "My house appraises at two-eighty-nine."
"Now listen. Edward's is at two-twenty-five."
"You cops. You look into everybody's business like it's no big deal."
"We both own outright. His is more kept up than mine…updated. But mine has more real estate and that second story. I was wondering if you two would want to swap even."
"How is that even, Dad?"
"You'll have to put some money in mine, you know. It's back there in the nineties…."
"Eighties," I interrupt.
"…like you always say. But it's got the space you need to raise a family. And Sue and me…if she'll have me…we won't need that much…and regardless, I won't need that much. Edward's is in fine shape. It's perfect for an old man like me. And our house, with some fixing, it could be just the place for your growing family."
We stare at one another for a little bit.
"What?" he finally says.
"Well…it's not even."
"It is. I haven't been able to do all for you I'd like, and you're gonna end up with that place someday anyway. Figured why not now while you really need it? Then I get to watch the whole thing. It's nothing but a win for me. Then…if Sue will have me…I can leave her Edward's place cause my share in this business will go to you and Edward. But I know her job here will always be secure. She's had it hard. I'd like to do something…."
"Well…I can see the sense, Dad, but of course it's up to Edward too, I mean, he's worked really hard on his house and…."
"I already talked to him."
Less friendly, "Oh you did?"
"I didn't mean to go behind your back, but I also didn't want to stir things up for him if he was opposed. So I just said what would you think about this and I laid it out."
"What did he say?"
"He said he would think on it and he wanted to know…," Dad waves his hand around toward me, "…what you said."
"Well thanks for letting me in on it, Dad. Sheesh."
"I had to start somewhere and he was over chopping wood so I ran it past."
"Well he didn't tell me."
"I asked him not to. I wanted to tell you myself to make sure you didn't talk each other into it. You both have to agree."
"I know that, Dad. I'm not going to force Edward to leave his home."
"You work pretty hard to please your old dad, kiddo. I wasn't taking chances."
For heaven sakes. I could hug him, then ring his neck, then hug him some more. I wouldn't force Edward from the home he loves…not even for Dad. Well, Dad doesn't have to know it, I guess.
I had to fight off Esme and Dad, but I won the bid to pick Juney up from his last day. Granted I'd left work and we were headed right back there for a little bitty bit more, but to Juney that was a holiday.
"What do you have a taste for?" I asked because he's always starving after school.
"Can we go get Scrapper?"
"He's already at the diner." He's in the office in his crate.
"Okay. How about Chinese?"
"Now that's about perfect," I say. "Sue made fried rice today."
"Is there any other meat?" I say.
He's grinning big. This weekend we start the big swap.