The Summer I Learned to Dive

Chapter 8

It was Sunday. My day off. My day to sleep in. The irritating repetitive sound from outside awakened me and going back to sleep was out of the question. Jesse was scraping paint off the wood right outside of my bedroom. I tried putting a pillow over my head to muffle out the noise, but the sound echoed into my head like a jackhammer hitting concrete. I looked at the time on my alarm clock. Eight thirty a.m. I sighed and reluctantly got out of bed and walked downstairs. Nana was dressed up, wearing makeup, a denim skirt and a red shirt.

“I was hoping you’d get to sleep in,” she said and frowned.

“Me, too,” I said and yawned. I stretched my arms above my head.

“I didn’t make breakfast but there’s bread in there for you to make toast,” she said grabbing her purse.

“Where are you off to?” I asked. My grandfather entered the living room from outside. He was dressed in khaki pants and a polo shirt.

She hesitated before she answered me. “We are bringing some meals to someone who needs them.” She frowned and then pinched my chin. “You will have to hold down the fort here.”

“Do you need help?” I asked.

“That’s sweet of you, Finn, but this is something your grandfather and I need to do on our own,” she said.

“Don’t use all the hot water and turn off the lights if you leave a room. We don’t need to pay double on our electric bill,” he said.

“She’ll be sure to take a shower by candlelight and will boil the water on the stove,” Nana said sarcastically and winked at me.

“Ha ha,” he said being sardonic. “Wait till you see the bill,” he said and walked out the front door.

“We’ll be back in a few hours,” she said and left.

I looked around the empty house. It was the first time I had ever been there alone. It felt strange being there by myself. I poured myself a cup of coffee and took it with me into the living room. I sat on the couch and propped my feet up on the wooden coffee table. I placed the mug down on the coaster that was adjacent to a large photo album. I picked it up and opened it. It was full of black and white photographs of my grandparents when they were young. I turned each page, admiring Nana’s beauty. Towards the back of the album, there were photos of my mom and dad. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, she in a simplistic and chic white dress. They had to be wedding photos. My mother didn’t have any around the house. The few photos she had of my dad were of him alone, mostly school pictures. I stared at the photos again. They looked happy and young. I analyzed them, staring at them for several minutes. I had never seen my mother so happy. I closed the book and put it back on the coffee table.

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“Mom, what was your wedding day like?” I asked.

“Like most weddings,” she responded vaguely.

“Did you wear one of those big, pouffy dresses? You know, the southern belle style,” I asked curiously.

“No. I kept it simple. We didn’t have a lot of money.”

“What did dad wear?” I continued to press for more information.

“A blue suit. We kept it very basic.”

“What was your song?” I wanted to know more.

“Oh, Finn. It was such a long time ago. Your father and I enjoyed a lot of music. We need to get going,” she said forcing me to drop the subject.

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My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. I turned around and saw that it was Jesse. He was wearing jeans and an old t-shirt that was sopping wet with sweat. “Hey,” he said looking at me, walking toward the bathroom.

“Hey,” I said instantly feeling exposed. I looked down at what I was wearing: gray sweat pants with an oversized blue t-shirt and pink and black striped socks. My hair was a mess. I instantly felt self conscious about my appearance.

I went into the kitchen and put bread in the toaster. I looked at my reflection in the toaster and pulled my hair up in a pony tail. I started humming to myself and poured myself another cup of coffee.

“Hey again,” he said startling me. I hadn’t heard him enter the kitchen.

I gasped and then calmed myself. “Hi,” I said.

“Sorry I scared you. I’m just fixing myself a glass of water,” he said. He seemed to know his way around the kitchen. He knew which cabinet the glasses were in and moved around with ease.

“I didn’t hear you,” I said. The toast popped up suddenly. I grabbed them and slathered butter and jelly all over them. I could feel Jesse staring at me.

“Do you want some toast with that?” he asked laughing.

I looked down at my toast. “What? It’s not that much butter.”

“What is that, half a stick? The American Heart Association called earlier, they want you to be their spokesperson,” he said jokingly.

“It’s less than two tablespoons.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Sure it is,” he said. This was the first time we had ever joked around with each other but I liked it. I forgot about my horrid appearance, about the fact that he was a guy, a really good looking guy, and just talked to him.

“How long have you known my grandparents?” I asked and took a bite of my toast. Crumbs fell on my chest. I quickly wiped them off hoping he didn’t see what a mess I had made.

“A long time, about ten years. Your grandfather was my scout master when I was in boy scouts. He’s a really good man. They’re both great people, you’re lucky,” he said looking at me. He leaned against the counter and drank his glass of water. He gulped the water and put the glass down on the counter. “Well, I better get back to work.” He wiped his lips and walked out of the room.

***

I sat in front of the television not really watching anything, mostly flipping channels. I was bored out of my mind. Working every day had given me something to do. Nothing was on TV and it seemed like a waste to spend my entire day off cooped up inside. I deliberated going outside. I thought about offering Jesse help. It would be better than sitting inside all day. It’s not like I could go anywhere. I didn’t have a car and there was nothing around within miles of my grandparents house.

I put on a t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes and walked outside. He was standing on the ladder, chipping off paint. Music blared in the background. “Need some help?” I yelled from the bottom of the ladder. He looked down at me.

“What?” he asked.

“Would you like my help?” I asked, this time louder. I could tell he still didn’t hear me. I thought about yelling again. He walked down the ladder and faced me. I moved back. His proximity made me nervous.

“What’d you say?” he asked. He turned the radio down to a near inaudible sound.

“I asked if you wanted my help,” I said.

“Sure,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Hang on a second.” He walked away over to the porch and sifted through a tool box grabbing a tool. “Here,” he said walking toward me, handing it to me.

I looked at it bewildered.

“You use it to scrape the paint off with,” he said as if I were a child and demonstrated by making stroke marks in the air.

“I think I’ve got it, thanks,” I said annoyed, glaring at him.

“You can do the areas that don’t require a ladder,” he said.

He turned the radio back up and got back on the ladder. I started scraping off layers and layers of paint that was probably older than my grandparents. Music blared in the background. I sang pathetically along. Time flew quickly. I didn’t realize that hours had passed. My arms and shoulders were sore. I felt the back of my neck and squeezed it, hoping to relieve the pain.

“Where’d the money go?” Jesse asked me, again surprising me. I had been so immersed in singing I didn’t hear him come up behind me.

“What?” I asked confused by his remark.

“You know, for the singing lessons.”

“You’re funny,” I said sarcastically, glaring at him. “The money was spent on more important things,” I said.

He pondered my remark. “Well, it’s probably better spent that way. Anyone who has heard you sing would say the same.”

“I am musical. I play the trombone,” I said.

“Playing an instrument doesn’t make you a good singer though. You’re evidence of that theory,” he said and laughed.

I glowered at him. “Do you need something or did you come over here to critique my musical prowess?”

“Impressive,” he said, his hand resting on his chin, as if he were analyzing me.

“What?” I asked exasperated.

“Your vocabulary,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m surprised you’re able to recognize words with five or more letters,” I snapped.

“Me, too,” he said which wasn’t the response I expected. “I’m taking a lunch break,” he said walking away from me.

“Good for you,” I replied sourly.

He stopped walking and faced me. “I thought you may want to take one, too,” he said. “But if your intent on scraping away, by all means.” He bowed and walked away toward the inside of my grandparents house.

My stomach growled. I was hungry, too, but hated to eat lunch with him. I started scraping again. My stomach growled louder. “Fine,” I said out loud dropping the scraper to the ground, annoyed. I kicked it, feeling like a child for allowing him to get me so angry. I walked inside the house. He was sitting in the kitchen, eating a sandwich.

“I left the meat and bread out for you,” he said without looking at me and then bit into his sandwich again.

I glared at him. I tried to ignore him and made my sandwich muttering under my breath. I sat down across from him. He looked at me pensively.

“What?” I asked.

“Why’d you come to Graceville?” he asked. “I’m sure there are a lot of other places you could have gone this summer.” He bit into his sandwich and chewed with his mouth closed. For a boy, he had manners.

“I wanted to meet my grandparents,” I said leaving out most of the details. Details he didn’t need to know.

“Oh,” he said nodding his head. He looked at me curiously.

“What?” I asked suddenly becoming self conscious.

“You look a lot like your Nana,” he said. “But I can see the resemblance between you and Charlie, too.”

“I look like them?” I questioned him, unconsciously touching my hair.

“Yeah,” he said still staring at me intently which made me blush. He took another bite of his sandwich and chewed his food. “So what are you planning to do now that you’re grown up?” He asked with a tone of sarcasm, changing the subject.

“You mean since I just graduated from high school?” I asked.

He nodded his head, almost rolling his eyes.

“I’m going to college,” I said. I couldn’t fathom what else he would think I would plan to do.

“What college are you going to?”

“Harrison,” I said proudly. I wanted him to know how smart I was.

“Never heard of it.” He shrugged. He continued to eat as if he hadn’t said anything offensive.

“It’s one of the most prestigious women’s colleges in the US. Half of the students that apply are not accepted. Their alumnus is of the highest caliber,” I said matter of fact. I stared at him, my arms folded. I showed him. “Some of our country’s most successful women went there,” I added.

He laughed which made me angrier.

“What is so funny?” I asked irritated.

“You,” he said and took another bite of his sandwich. It looked like he winked at me but I wasn’t quite sure.

“Well, I’m glad you think I’m so humorous,” I said sarcastically and then took a bite of my sandwich. I turned my body the other direction so I wouldn’t have to face him while I ate. He didn’t respond and didn’t seem to care. We ate the rest of our lunch in silence. He really crawled under my skin.

***

I spent the rest of the day working outside with Jesse. Luckily, we were too busy working to have time to talk, not that we would have said much of anything anyway. I didn’t understand what he found so funny about me and it really bothered me, but I was not about to let him know this..

My grandparents came home late in the afternoon when Jesse and I were finishing our work. I was exhausted. My arms and hands ached all over. I didn’t know how he had the strength to this on his weekends and work all day for my grandfather every other day.

“Finn, you look spent,” Nana said gently touching my sweaty chin. My grandfather stood across from Jesse talking to him about the house, looking at the progress that had been made.

“Looks good, Jesse. Guess we’ll have to put a coat of paint on her soon,” he said touching a beam of wood with his bare hand.

“Finn was a big help today,” Jesse said nodding in my direction.

“Well good. She’s earning her keep then,” he said and laughed.

I didn’t respond to his sarcasm. I looked at Nana, rolling my eyes at him and said, “I’m going in to take a shower.”

“He’s just playing with you, hon. He only teases people he loves. He won’t admit it, but he’s appreciative of your help,” she whispered to me.

“I wish I could believe you,” I said and walked toward the front door.

“Finn,” Jesse said stopping me.

“Yeah,” I was facing him.

“Thanks for your help today,” he said and smiled.

“Sure,” I nodded and kept walking. He drove me crazy. All he had to do was smile at me and say something nice and all was forgiven. I was mad at myself for allowing him to affect me so much. What was Jesse to me? Nothing. He was just a really cute guy that I had to be around—a lot—which made it very difficult to ignore him.