social life. You go on a two week vacat ion and you say you’re in love with a poor I ndian painter who has nothing. You decide to throw everything away and g o follow him to God’s country. Katie, you’re a smart girl, this isn’t the movies, where do you think this will end?”
“I don’t expect you to understand; truthfully even Jay and I don’t und erstand how all this happened. We’re not impetuous people. Jay is very level-headed and grounded.”
“Yes, but you’re a sap for the underdog. When you were little you came home with every stray you found. You’re romant iz ing the hungry artist scenario with an ethnic person , no less. You want to protect him, nurture him and care for him when the co ld cruel world beats him down. What happens in a fe w years to your dreams, Katie? Do you think there will be a happy-ever-after-ending?”
“I sure hope so but if it doesn’t happen at le ast I’ll know I gave it a shot. I’ll have no regrets. Don’t you think I’ve thought about all the negatives of this relationship , too? Mother, I am almost 32 years old . I won’t marry anyone just because he has a pedigree and a profession. You should know me better than that. Jay is the only man wh o has ever made me feel so happy . We come from different worlds yet our chemistry is so right. It’s time to let love into my life . ”
“ Eh, chemistry, you can’t live on it. You need money and a husband with a career then you’ll be happy. Katie, you live in a dream world. I’ll ask your broth er to talk some sense into you. If you won’t listen to me maybe he’ll make you see how foolish you both are being.”
I leave the apartment, sandwiches in hand , feeling my Mother just doesn’t get it. I decide to walk back home. It’s a long walk but it’s a warm, sunny afternoon. The fresh air seems to make me feel jubilant and no longer sick. I have an appetite by the time I reach home .
“Hi sweetheart, I brought some lunch.”
Jay turns from taping up a carton and gives me his half smile. “I’ d love to eat. How did it go?” He takes me in his arms. “You look happy so it wasn’t the inqui si tion?”
“ Worse, she’ll never understand. But she does make good chicken salad and that I’ll miss.”
“Hmm, I think there’s going to be a l o t you’ll miss .”
“Well, then you’ll jus t have to care for my needs. Now sit down , I could eat a horse.”
As we share my goody bag Jay says casually, “Your Dad was here for a while to help with the packing . He brought some bagels and rolls. We had coffee together. He’s a great guy. Oh, he left this envelope for you. I am to tell yo u this is between you and him. You are not to tell your moth er and you can underline that.” He laughs.
I open the sealed envelope and find a stack of crisp, n ew $100 bills inside and gasp. “There must be a couple of thousand here.”
“Correction, $10,000, and he said it is to be used for our new life together. I f we ne ed more, just give him a call.” Jay laughs. “ Oh, h e asked me how muc h money I had in the bank. I told him what I had but it wasn’t in the bank; it was under your mattress. H e slapped me on the shoulder, laughed , and said, ‘ I had less money when I married Katie’s Mother and we did alright’.”
“Wow, do you think he knows what we’re planning ?”
Jay shrugs his shoulders and gives me a hug and his little smile.
“ Oh, expect a call from my brother tonight. If Mother couldn’t change my mind to sta y, she’ll send in the big guns. Did you say there were bagels?”
“Yeah, ya ’ know I’m getting to like bagels , too .”
***
Jay ’ s jus t finishing packing the truck. Yup, you guessed it, he wants to drive. Well, at least we’re not taking the bus. We’ll make it fun. Cara and Mark plan on coming down in a few weeks for our wedding. I almost forgot to tell you, Jay proposed in Santa Fe, the wee kend we went looking for jobs. We bought the silver
“I don’t expect you to understand; truthfully even Jay and I don’t und erstand how all this happened. We’re not impetuous people. Jay is very level-headed and grounded.”
“Yes, but you’re a sap for the underdog. When you were little you came home with every stray you found. You’re romant iz ing the hungry artist scenario with an ethnic person , no less. You want to protect him, nurture him and care for him when the co ld cruel world beats him down. What happens in a fe w years to your dreams, Katie? Do you think there will be a happy-ever-after-ending?”
“I sure hope so but if it doesn’t happen at le ast I’ll know I gave it a shot. I’ll have no regrets. Don’t you think I’ve thought about all the negatives of this relationship , too? Mother, I am almost 32 years old . I won’t marry anyone just because he has a pedigree and a profession. You should know me better than that. Jay is the only man wh o has ever made me feel so happy . We come from different worlds yet our chemistry is so right. It’s time to let love into my life . ”
“ Eh, chemistry, you can’t live on it. You need money and a husband with a career then you’ll be happy. Katie, you live in a dream world. I’ll ask your broth er to talk some sense into you. If you won’t listen to me maybe he’ll make you see how foolish you both are being.”
I leave the apartment, sandwiches in hand , feeling my Mother just doesn’t get it. I decide to walk back home. It’s a long walk but it’s a warm, sunny afternoon. The fresh air seems to make me feel jubilant and no longer sick. I have an appetite by the time I reach home .
“Hi sweetheart, I brought some lunch.”
Jay turns from taping up a carton and gives me his half smile. “I’ d love to eat. How did it go?” He takes me in his arms. “You look happy so it wasn’t the inqui si tion?”
“ Worse, she’ll never understand. But she does make good chicken salad and that I’ll miss.”
“Hmm, I think there’s going to be a l o t you’ll miss .”
“Well, then you’ll jus t have to care for my needs. Now sit down , I could eat a horse.”
As we share my goody bag Jay says casually, “Your Dad was here for a while to help with the packing . He brought some bagels and rolls. We had coffee together. He’s a great guy. Oh, he left this envelope for you. I am to tell yo u this is between you and him. You are not to tell your moth er and you can underline that.” He laughs.
I open the sealed envelope and find a stack of crisp, n ew $100 bills inside and gasp. “There must be a couple of thousand here.”
“Correction, $10,000, and he said it is to be used for our new life together. I f we ne ed more, just give him a call.” Jay laughs. “ Oh, h e asked me how muc h money I had in the bank. I told him what I had but it wasn’t in the bank; it was under your mattress. H e slapped me on the shoulder, laughed , and said, ‘ I had less money when I married Katie’s Mother and we did alright’.”
“Wow, do you think he knows what we’re planning ?”
Jay shrugs his shoulders and gives me a hug and his little smile.
“ Oh, expect a call from my brother tonight. If Mother couldn’t change my mind to sta y, she’ll send in the big guns. Did you say there were bagels?”
“Yeah, ya ’ know I’m getting to like bagels , too .”
***
Jay ’ s jus t finishing packing the truck. Yup, you guessed it, he wants to drive. Well, at least we’re not taking the bus. We’ll make it fun. Cara and Mark plan on coming down in a few weeks for our wedding. I almost forgot to tell you, Jay proposed in Santa Fe, the wee kend we went looking for jobs. We bought the silver
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