We looked up at the stars for a minute. It was a clear night with a bright moon.
“Peanut. Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
Straight shot to the gut. Not to mention the tear ducts.
“Where did that come from?” I asked. My father was a man of few words when it came to raw emotion.
“I have no idea what you’re up to out there, and it scares the hell out of me. But I haven’t seen you this fired up since you left for Paris, and that scared the hell out of me too. So I figure you must be on to something.”
“Wow, I—”
“I wasn’t finished. You let me get this out, okay?”
I nodded, and he took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry I didn’t insist you wear dresses. I’m sorry you got a baseball before a Barbie. I’m sorry I didn’t let you paint in the house with your watercolors in second grade, and I’m sorry that when your mother wanted you to take tap dance instead of soccer, I didn’t listen to her. I’d say I’m sorry that you went into computers, but I’m not. You’ve got a good head for it; you just don’t have the heart. And if you hadn’t gone into computers, then I wouldn’t be able to buy you out and help us both at the same time.
“And I’m very glad to be helping you now, since I didn’t before when I should have.” He squeezed my shoulder, then let go. “That’s all I’m going to say. But I’m damn proud of you.”
Tears burned as I looked up at my father.
He cleared his throat, then squeezed my shoulder one more time. “Let’s get some of that shortcake before your brothers eat the whole damn thing.”
Color me surprised. Color me wrecked. Color me Peanut.
“All packed?” Clark asked late that night.
“I think so. Everything that’s being shipped has already gone out. I sold my car yesterday, so I’ve got that extra to go toward Seaside Cottage. I was thinking of installing a skylight, or maybe even an aboveground pool in the front yard,” I said, yawning into the phone. I was spending this last night at my parents’, since I was now officially moved out of my apartment.
“You never miss an opportunity to mess with me, do you Vivian?” He sighed. “What time is your flight tomorrow?”
“I get into SFO around eleven thirty. You should have heard me on the phone with the rental car people, making sure no putt-putt would be issued this time. Hopefully I won’t have to drive it for very long. Any word on the Bel Air?”
“You’ll be glad to know they delivered it this morning. It’s waiting for you when you get home.”
I let out an excited yelp, which I then tried to muffle with the pillow. Too late, I heard bare feet coming down the hallway. I rolled over, hiding the phone just before my mother opened the door.
“Vivvie, it’s past two in the morning! You have to be up in a few hours. We have to be up in a few hours, for that matter. Who in the world are you on the phone with?”
“Clark,” I said to my mom, but he answered as though I was talking to him. “Not you, be quiet,” I whispered into the phone, and looked back at my mother. “Don’t worry, I’m getting off soon.”
“Tell him good night and go to sleep,” she said, closing the door. I giggled. “Now,” she said through the door, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m back,” I said, into the phone, whispering even softer than before.
“Why are you whispering?” he whispered back. “Wait, why am I whispering?”
“My mom just told me to get off the phone. Jesus, I haven’t heard that in ten years. She never liked it when I was on the phone late, especially with boys.”
“My, my, Vivian, did you have a lot of boyfriends in high school?”
“A lot? No. A few? Yes.”
“Anyone special?”
“Special at the time, I guess,” I said, rolling away and facing the wall.
“Oh come on, you didn’t have some angsty teenage romance?” he asked.
“Not really. Actually, the truth is, most of my relationships have been of the physical variety, not so much emotional.” I sighed into the phone. Feeling bold here in the dark, and three thousand miles away from the person I was admitting things to, I pressed on. “Want to know a secret?”
“About you? I’m all ears.”
I took a breath, and closed my eyes. “I’ve never been in love before,” I admitted, wincing. Hearing those words out loud just made it feel more real.
It was silent on his end. Except for his breathing.
“Say something,” I muttered, my face hot.
“It’s okay, Vivian, I’ve never said those words, either. I mean, you know. I love you,” he said quietly.
“I love you?” I asked, and I heard him take a deep breath.
“Yes.”
We breathed. The phone crackled. Three thousand miles was a long way.
“But you’ve dated, right? I mean, there must be preppy girls lined up to take a twirl with the cute librarian.” I laughed, breaking the tension.
“You think I’m cute?” he said with a laugh, and I rolled my eyes.