crumpled onto the bed, tentatively excited and relatively certain I was most likely still uninfected. In fact I was so inspired I packed a knapsack full of essentials, drove west and spent the remainder of the day at Spanish Banks playing my acoustic guitar and reading the Bible. Exodus 22:18 was disconcerting: Do not allow a sorceress to live . What about one whose powers are waning? I asked myself. Eerily, at that moment a cold wind shot off the ocean, momentarily freezing me with terror.
By evening and after having spent a day watching joggers running in pairs, lovers strolling arm in arm and parents pushing carriages, it was clear how few good friends I really had. Lucy? No. Gran? My best friend. Brother Derek? There when Iâm in dire need, but hardly a chum in the true sense of the word. Eric? Willing yet unpredictable. Beyond that was Carl Tkachuk, a pornography-addicted pal I occasionally chatted with in high-school.
The most interesting event over the next couple of weeks was a date I bravely initated with Suzanne, Ericâs friend Iâd met but one time previously at the Aristocratic. On the phone, she didnât even know who I was. Nonetheless, explanation ensued and sure enough we met for coffee at Binoâs that very night. It was just what I needed to rekindle belief in intimacy and its essential role in oneâs journey. But enough about the mystical.
Suzanne: Although somewhat reserved, she showed an extraordinary passion for her creative endeavours. Dressed all in black save a Guatemalan vest of oranges and reds, she said in her deliberate way, and I quote:
âClay has moved me since the first time I heard that, âThe Lord God formed man from the clay of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life.â My God , what an image. And I, in my humbleâhumble from the greek humus , meaning earthyâway, am doing the same. The breath of life coming, of course, from those who are moved by my creations â¦â
Watching her fully-ringed hands express such a testimony, my innards softened to the consistency of corned beef jelly. I was enthralled to hear a women quote scripture. Sensuality had returned to my senses. Was sex a sin? Who cares. Granted, there was no indication from Suzanne that we would soon tumble. Nonetheless, her grounded presence assured me of one thing: There was life after Lucy.
Two days later, the first of July, I awoke with what appeared to be the flu; sore joints, runny nose, headache and nausea. My anxieties, however, had a different diagnosis. Twenty-two days had passed since I last saw Lucy and I was now more terrified than ever that her virus had booked a room in my bodily fluids. A phone call interrupted me in mid groan.
âYes?â
âShelby?â
âYes?â
âYou all right?â
I leapt up. âOh, hi, Dad. Yes, Iâm fineâmildly clammy. How are you doing?â
âGood and bad. Hereâs the bad: Derek and Kristine are talking about breaking up.â
âThey are?â
âListen, Iâve got a couple of letters here from the university adressed to you. We could really use some good news.â
âKristine and Derek are breaking up?â
âAh damn, I canât talk about that anymore! When are they going to learn marriage ainât some summer vacation? More important, your marks are here.â
Out oozed a nervous sweat.
âDid you hear me, son?â
âUm ⦠yes.â
âSo, should I open them.â
âI ⦠Iâd rather you sent them to me.â
âWhat?â
âItâs a very personal thingâbeing judged by peers.â
âCome on, donât keep us waiting. Oh, speakinâ oâ waitinâ, Larry wants to know if youâre coming home. If not he wants to fill your position.â
â Position ? Dad, standing in a four-foot trough shovelling sludge is not a position. Tell him to hire a retarded
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