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Chapter 9
Im goin home
to California
California, going home
Will you take me as I am
strung out on another man
California, coming home
--Joni Mitchell
Luckily, Peter Belden had already swallowed his first bite. He dropped his fork and hastily rose, calling out a terse "stay there" as he left the room.
Honey burst into tears, wailing, "I knew I shouldnt have let her go with him!"
Brian, Mart and Jim stared at her. "What do you mean?" Jim demanded, his face paling.
Honey gulped. "He he " she began.
"WHAT?" Jim practically shouted.
"Take it easy, Jim. You dont seriously think Trixie has gone off to California, do you?" Brian said tersely. He didnt really know what to think, but he knew that yelling at Honey wasnt going to accomplish anything. He put his arm around his girlfriend. "What happened?" he asked quietly. Mart for once was completely silent.
Honey responded to the gentle tone and stopped crying. "He was just really upset," she said, drying her eyes with her napkin. She quickly explained what happened.
Brian squeezed her arm reassuringly. "You didnt do anything wrong. Nicks her friend and she wanted to help him. There has to be a logical explanation for all of this."
Jim sat silent. Her friend? he thought miserably. You mean the one she may have run off with?
Mart finally regained his voice. "Theres an explanation all right. Trixies winging her way to the gateway of the west!"
Brian unaccustomedly exploded as Honey turned white. "Damn it Mart! This isnt the time for one of your jokes!"
"Im not joking," Mart defended himself. As Jim stared at him in horror he explained, "Look we all know Trixie can be very impulsive. What if he begged her to go? You know how she is. She cant stand to see anybody suffering. Shed want to help "
Jim felt sick as he realized his normally joking friend was not only serious, but terribly worried as well. Was Trixie actually on her way to California?
* * *
Helen Belden was trying very hard to stay calm. "What do you mean theyve run off to California?" she said as Mr. Roberts stood there with his eyes flashing. She looked at Mrs. Roberts who was red-eyed and silent, twisting her pale hands together as she stood miserably next to her husband.
"When we got home he was gone!" Mr. Roberts exploded. He seemed to realize he was shouting and made a concerted effort to lower his voice. "He left a note," he said in a quieter tone as Mr. Belden entered the room.
"But what does that have to do with Trixie?" Helen asked. She knew about Nicks plan to attend art school in San Francisco, Trixie had told her all about it, but what did that have to do with her now?
"One of our neighbors saw them leave together," Mrs. Roberts said, her voice almost a whisper. She couldnt believe Nick was gone and the shock was almost too much for her. "They were both carrying suitcases."
Peter and Helen exchanged incredulous glances. Could this be?
"Why would Nick do something like this?" Helen asked. She didnt miss the way Mrs. Roberts flinched.
"That isnt the issue," Mr. Roberts exclaimed.
"Nicholas," his wife began gently. When he didnt continue, she did. "My husband didnt want him to go away to art school, and "
"Are you saying you did?" he asked, his tone clearly indicating his disbelief.
Mrs. Roberts squared her shoulders. "I wasnt happy about the idea of him being so far away, but yes, I wanted him to go. Because he wanted to!" Her eyes filled with tears when she thought about her only son. Did he hate them? Would they ever talk to him again?
"Hes just a boy. He doesnt know what the hell he wants," Mr. Roberts said gruffly.
"Yes he does," his wife interjected firmly.
Peter Belden cleared his throat. "What exactly did this note say? Was Trixie mentioned?" He didnt want to be unsympathetic to the Roberts obvious pain, but he had his own priorities.
Before Mr. Roberts could answer they all heard the front door opening, and the unmistakable sound of Trixie walking wearily into the cozy farmhouse. She froze at the sight of the Roberts and her parents standing at the foot of the stairs.
Oh gleeps! she thought unhappily as four voices bombarded her with questions. She didnt think she had any more emotional strength and half thought that she should have boarded that plane after all, where she could be flying over clouds, the earth far below her, invisible through the puffy, white cloud layer.
* * *
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes,
I'll be on my way.
Im leavin on a jet plane
I dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
--Peter, Paul & Mary
"You could come with me you know. Be my artists model," Nick had joked as they sat in the crowded waiting room waiting for his flight to be called.
Trixie had grinned, glad that his mood seemed to be relatively high. "Oh sure. My parents would understand completely," she said, bumping against his shoulder. In spite of everything she glanced around with interest. Airports were the best place for people watching and she always wondered what kinds of complications filled the lives of the people around her.
"I wish you could come," Nick said wistfully, even though hed sworn to himself that he wouldnt make her regret coming to the airport with him. "Sorry," he sighed.
Trixie took his hand. "Dont be sorry. I wish I could come too."
"You do?"
"Sure. Ive never been to California," Trixie said without thinking. "Oh gosh! I mean "
Nick laughed ruefully and put his arm around her. "I know exactly what you mean." He looked at her intently. "Ive always known exactly what you mean." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
When they finally called his flight, Trixie felt her stomach tighten. She wasnt in love with him, but she would miss him. Everything changes she heard Diana say again. Be that as it may, it didnt mean she always had to like it! They slowly walked to the point where he had to go on and she had to stay.
"I wont ever forget you," he said, his posture awkward. He wanted to kiss her, but remembering what had happened back in his bedroom, he wasnt sure he should. He decided to hug her instead.
"Good-bye," Trixie whispered, hugging him back with all her might. Her generous nature couldnt deny the need of a friend and she drew his face down to hers, kissing him for a long time. "Good luck, Nick." She gently disengaged herself, willing herself not to cry, wondering how many goodbyes were in her future and if theyd all be as hard as this one. And then he was gone
* * *
Trixie simply stood in the entryway of her home as the four adults all spoke at once, incapable of speech.
"Hold it; this isnt getting us anywhere," Peter finally exclaimed, holding up his hand. To Trixies immense relief, the din receded. "Now. Trixie, where have you been?" he asked calmly, not allowing his worry to affect his judgment.
Trixie began to tremble slightly, but before she could answer, her brothers, Honey and Jim came pouring out of the dining room.
"Oh Trix, weve been worried to death!" Honey exclaimed, rushing over to her friend and hugging her.
Trixie absentmindedly patted her back. "Im sorry," she murmured.
Mr. Belden spoke again. "Kids, I need all of you to leave so we can discuss this with Trixie alone," he said, his voice quiet, but firm.
Although it was torture, Jim respected this man too much to even consider disobeying him. "Come on sis, lets go home. Trix, Im glad youre all right." He was more than glad, but it was all he could think of to say. He could see she was tired and apprehensive, and he longed to do something for her, but he felt hopeless. He managed to unobtrusively squeeze her hand as he passed her to the front door, and it was as cold as ice.
Brian and Mart headed upstairs after sending their sister sympathetic glances, and
Trixie once again found herself alone with the four adults.
"Where is my son?" Mr. Roberts said impatiently. Trixie gulped at his expression. "Where is he?" he repeated loudly, grabbing her by the upper arms.
"Ill thank you to remove your hands from my daughter," Peter said, his voice as cold as ice. He could tell without looking that his wife was as furious as he was.
To Trixies relief, he released her, and she began to shake in earnest. "He hes on his way to San Francisco," she said in a small voice. She flinched as Mrs. Roberts let out a tiny cry.
"Oh God! I was hoping that he couldnt go through with it," she moaned, burying her face in her hands.
Trixie rushed up to the distraught woman. "Oh Mrs. Roberts! But if you only knew how upset he was! It broke his heart to leave this way!" she exclaimed. It finally became too much for her and she started to cry, groping towards her mother who immediately drew her into a tight embrace. She buried her face into her mothers shoulder and let the release of tears overtake her at last.
"Poor girl," Helen crooned, stroking her daughters hair. There was plenty of time for lecture and punishment later.
"Poor girl nothing. She probably encouraged him to leave. This is all your fault," Mr. Roberts said wildly.
"Its nothing of the kind," Mrs. Roberts choked. "And you know it!"
In his heart of hearts he did know it, and it was destroying him. "Nick was all tied up in knots over this damn girl. Hed do anything she said. Anything."
Trixie raised her head, shocked at Mr. Roberts words.
"Yeah, thats right. Was it fun for you, seducing my son?"
Trixie gasped, her mother tightening her arms around her. "I think thats quite enough," Helen said, her voice sharper than Trixie had ever heard it. "Im sorry for the trouble your family is having, but I want you to leave. Now."
"Boy, the apple sure didnt fall far from the tree," Mr. Roberts muttered, and Trixie gasped for the second time in less than a minute as her father lunged forward and punched Mr. Roberts right in the face. She had never seen her father this angry before and had certainly never seen him hit anyone.
Mr. Roberts staggered back and all the fight left him abruptly. "Oh Jesus," he said. It was clear that he was wondering just how hed ended up at this place, this dark place where nothing made any sense, where his family was in crisis and where hed spoken words so ugly they burned his mouth like acid. "I shouldnt have said that. I have no excuse," he said, rubbing his sore jaw. Without another word he left, his wife too traumatized to say a word as she accompanied him.
"Peter really," Helen began as soon as the door closed behind them.
"Well? What was I supposed to do? He practically called my wife and daughter a wh "
"Peter," she said more firmly, and the rest of his sentence went unfinished. She wiped under Trixies eyes. "Now what exactly happened today?" she asked.
Trixie explained as best she could, wisely leaving out the part where Nick had tried to remove her shorts.
"Oh boy," Helen sighed. Her parents hadnt been thrilled when she once thought she wanted to go away to art school either. But on the other hand, if they hadnt persuaded her to attend the local college instead, she never would have met her husband. Sure is strange the way life turns out sometimes, she thought to herself.
Peter cleared his throat. "Trixie, I understand that you wanted to help. But you should have called us and at least told us where you were. Weve raised you to be more responsible than that." He shook his head as another thought occurred to him. "And you must have driven by yourself from New York. You know perfectly well that we didnt want you doing that for another year or so."
Trixie gulped. It was true. In fact, Nicks car was parked in their driveway. And it was the reason she was so late; the traffic was simply terrible as she left JFK Airport in the early evening. "Im sorry," she said in a small voice.
"Im sure you are, but that isnt good enough. You need to be punished. Im afraid youre grounded for the rest of the summer."
Trixie sucked in her breath. "Oh Dad! But "
"No buts, Beatrix. Im sorry, but thats how it has to be." Trixie knew better than to argue with her father when his voice got like that. And Honey and I were going riding in the morning, and with Jim home he could have joined us! she thought wretchedly. Oh woe, my life is just a complete mess!
"Go up to bed now," her mother said gently, brushing her cheek with a kiss. Trixie suddenly realized how completely exhausted she was.
She hugged her mother for a long time, her eyes closed. "Good night, Moms." She glanced at her father. "Um good night, Dad." He took her in his arms and hugged her so tightly that she was ashamed, understanding for the first time how worried hed been when she didnt come home. "I love you, Daddy," she said, hugging him back.
"I love you too, but youre still grounded!" he said, his dark eyes twinkling.
Trixie had to smile. "Hard case," she said fondly and headed up to her room.
"Now what are we going to do about you?" Helen said after she heard their daughters door close upstairs.
"Hmm?" Peter said absently.
Helen folded her arms. "Hitting somebody is certainly against the house rules, wouldnt you say? What do you propose we do about it?"
Peter rubbed his sore knuckles for a moment. "Well, I think perhaps some leniency might be in order," he began.
Helens eyes lit up. "Nuh uh, not a chance. You didnt give Trixie any, why should you have any?"
"Now Helen, you know we cant just let Trixie get away with that," he said in reproof.
"No, I dont think we should." She edged closer and lowered her voice. "And I would be remiss in my wifely duties if I didnt impose some retribution for you, now wouldnt I?"
"Mmmm what did you have in mind?" Peter said, a smile filling his face. It faded a moment later when Helen replied serenely, "Well theres a table full of dirty dishes and not a single little helper to be found "
* * *
Yes I thought you were a mystery girl
A special girl in this crazy old world
You couldn't see me when I laid eyes on you
Lonely is only a place
You don't know what it's like. You can't fight it
It's a hole in my heart in my heart
You hold the secrets of love in this world
I'm hypnotized by your every word
A special face, special voice, special smile in my life
Cause lonely is only a place
You don't know what it's like. You can't fight it
It's a hole in my heart in my heart
--Cheap Trick
Jim found he was too restless to sleep, the moonlight slanting through his bedroom window only adding to his distraction. Try as he might, he could not get his mind off of Trixie, his heart constricting as he remembered the almost lost expression on her face earlier.
He kicked the light cover away and swung his feet onto the floor, running a hand through his hair. He walked to the window and looked out onto the soft velvety night, the moon full and dazzling, almost painful to look at. Was she terribly unhappy now that Nick was gone? Somehow the thought of her missing the young artist was as bad as having to see them together at her birthday party. And if she missed Nick the same way he had missed her this summer
Jim shook his head, directing his gaze towards Crabapple Farm. He noticed the tiny glow of a faraway light. Was it? Yes. It was Trixies light. Before he was fully conscious of what he was doing, he was pulling on a pair of cutoffs and a tee shirt, scuffling his feet back into his tennis shoes. As soundlessly as he could, he crept down the stairs and out the front door into the still, warm evening.
When he was standing under her window at last, he suddenly wondered what the heck he was doing. This is nutsIll only get her into trouble, he thought. I should just go home. He didnt want to go home. He craned his head back and when he saw her window was fully open, no doubt to let in any accidental stray breeze, he softly called upwards, glad that her windows alone faced the part of the large backyard he stood in.
A curly blonde head poked out. "Jim! What are you doing here?" Trixie said, as quietly as she could. She was so glad to see him she could almost cry.
An owl gently hooted before Jim replied, "I, uh, I just wanted to see how you are."
Trixie leaned her elbows on the sill and rested her chin in her hands. "Okay. Grounded," she finally replied dismally.
Jim smiled sympathetically in the pale glow of the moon. "How long?" His smile faded at her reply.
"Rest of the summer," she admitted, tilting her head and pressing her cheek into her palm.
Jim whistled soundlessly. "Oh no," he said softly, his voice drifting upwards through the still air. The rest of the summer? But this would mean he wouldnt be able to spend any time with her before returning to school. If Nick were here right now, Id have a few things to say to him, Jim thought sourly. Even without details, he had overheard enough to know that Trixies current predicament was a direct result of helping him out. Even when hes not around, he ruins everything! Jim was ashamed at the selfishness of his thoughts, but couldnt seem to stop them.
"Yeah," Trixie agreed. She slowly straightened up, Jim unable to read her expression from so far away. Are you unhappy? Is there anything I can do? he desperately wanted to say. What he said instead was, "Maybe your parents will let you off early. You know, for good behavior." There was no mistaking her wry, answering smile.
"I doubt it," she said glumly. She knew her parents well enough to know that they could be pretty firm when they wanted to be. She shrugged down at Jim, a small grin appearing on her face as the whole scene between them suddenly struck her. The moonlight. The one she loved standing down below while she was up above. She just couldnt resist.
"Art thou not a Wheeler and a Frayne?" she intoned before she could stop herself. She dramatically smacked the back of her hand to her forehead.
Jim smiled in slow understanding. "Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike," he quoted back. They looked at each other for a long moment, Trixies pulse speeding up as a telling thought filled her entire being with its undeniable truth. If it had been Jim getting on that plane, I would have gone, regardless of the consequences. "Youd better go before somebody catches you, and I get into even more trouble than Im already in," Trixie suggested, her voice sad and tired, the temporary mirth afforded by the Shakespearian exchange disappearing like the moon being eclipsed by heavy clouds.
"Are you sure youre okay?" Jim asked, the genuine concern in his voice making her heart swell.
"Ill be okay. Im just hungry," Trixie admitted. Shed been too upset to eat earlier, and now her stomach felt sharp with hunger.
Jims face lit up as he remembered. "Catch!" he called softly, lofting an object expertly up to her. She caught it reflexively, her grin reappearing at the sight of the large candy bar. "I figure I owe you one of those," he said, and the memory of the first day they met and she gave him her chocolate bar made both of them look at each other in silence again.
"Thanks," she called softly.
"You dont need to thank me. Night," he replied, giving a tiny wave and reluctantly heading back to his own house.
Trixie remained at the window until his tall form faded into the night. She slowly walked back to her bed and sank down on it, ripping open the candy and taking a large bite. The delicious flavor exploded on her tongue and she closed her eyes as she chewed and swallowed, her stomach almost instantly feeling better. If only my life could be solved just as easily, she thought as she savored the candy bar right down to the very last bite, licking the paper clean.
To be continued
Authors notes:
"California" Lyrics & Music by Joni Mitchell
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" Lyrics & music by John Denver; performed by Peter, Paul & Mary
"If You Want My Love" Lyrics & music by Rick Nielsen; performed by Cheap Trick
The Shakespeare Trixie and Jim quote is from Act 2, Scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet
All quoted without permission, but respectfully. Besides, suing somebody as poor as me is pretty pointless!!!!