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Chapter 7 (v.1)

Submitted: February 17, 2012

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Chapter 7

Cameron

Monday afternoons are definitely better than Monday mornings. For one, I’m feeling a lot less tired than when I woke up at 6 o’clock. Not once in my life have I woken up feeling rested. No matter how many hours I’ve slept. Most of the time, I just feel sick.

 I have a cup of tea in my hand and I’m looking out at Times Square. I often stand in front of my office window to remind myself just how lucky I am to be living in New York. I indulge in the scenery below me.  I can already imagine just how much noisier it is down there compared to where I’m standing right now.

I finish my cup of tea-I’m not drinking coffee because I simply never got used to the taste. I only love the smell- quickly check my watch and realize I should be on my way out of the office by now.

Catherine asked if I could pick Emily up from her piano recital at five… and its 20 minutes to five. Forget enjoying another cab ride with all this traffic. I’ll take the subway; it’s a lot faster and a lot cheaper.

I hurriedly grab my bag, and my brief case.  I keep the empty mug in my left hand, so I can drop it of downstairs as I leave.

I fast walk to the subway station- as fast as you can in pretty long heels- and then wait less than a minute for the A train to  arrive once I am there. I’m heading back downtown to get Emily.

She’s grown a lot from the days I used to babysit her. When she was 13, she would whine about the boy in her class that didn’t pay enough attention to her even though her heart skipped a bit every time she saw him. She still talks about boys that much so nothing has changed now that at I think of it. Of course now that she’s 16 she seems to have a more grown up approach on the subject. I guess that’s why I don’t mind spending so much time with her. I guess I treated her and her little sister as my adopted kids when I first arrived in New York.

Ten minutes later I’m out of the subway station and in the west village. Her recital is at a walking distance from the subway and I have about 2 minutes to get there.

 

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I get to her recital before she is finished. I wait outside, no point coming in and making unnecessary noise with my heels.

The air around me feels so stuffy I could faint. I look around for somewhere to sit. Of course I wouldn’t have to look if I had just gone into the recital hall.

I look around desperately for a seat. I find a bench and almost run to it as if the places will be occupied if I don’t reach it in five seconds. As I sit down my phone rings, I look to my left and Emily is getting out of the recital hall. I smile and wave and then pick up my phone.

“Hey Nessa!”

“Are you sitting down?”

Her voice sounds like she’s about to blow a huge secret in my ears. A secret she absolutely needs to share with someone.

“I’m am sitting down but if this is going to be troubling news, I’d rather you wait till I get to your apartment, I just need to drop Emily home first”

“Gosh, I suppose I should wait for you to get over here! I think I know why Meagan has been acting a little distant these days. Get over here fast”

“I’m already in the village but I have to get Emily home, give me an hour”

“I guess I have to settle with that! See you later”

“Ciao” I say before hanging up.

Looking a little surprised, Emily smiles down at me.

“I’m sixteen and I usually get home on my home, on the subway Cam.”

“I know, but your mom thought I could come get you so we would have time to talk a little on the way.”

“She doesn’t want to talk so she gets someone else to do it for her?”

“This is difficult for her as much as it is for you Em, she trust that you’ll want to talk to me, don’t you want to spend time with you’re good old nanny?”

I see her loosen up and she smiles again as if to show me she is happy to see me. I get up from the bench I’ve been sitting on, almost dizzy from the heat.

“Let’s walk and talk young lady” I say in my most grown up voice.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asks innocently.

“How about the partying, the skipping school and the alcohol in your bag, your mom found last week?”

“I’m a teenager, we go through these fazes”

“You know it’s about your father Emily”

She keeps her eyes straight in front of her as we walk to the subway station, I can see the glitter in her eyes from the tears she is hoping wont spill.

I know she wants to talk, but she probably can’t.

“Your mother doesn’t want to talk to you about him because it probably isn’t the right time”

“Even when parents...” Emily stops talking for a while because her tears are tumbling down her cheeks. Her cheeks are red with emotion now.

A few seconds later she tries again.

“Even when parents get divorced, the children still get to see both of their parents. She’s never once agreed to talk to me about my dad…It’s just now starting to drive me insane”

I stay quiet for a while, not sure what to say because I don’t know what it feels like never to have met your dad.

“Why hasn’t my dad looked for me?” She asks to my silence.

“You don’t know he hasn’t tried. Listen, you have to trust that your mom knows when the right time will be to talk to you about your dad. Until then why don’t we just try and make the best of the end of this day?”

“And do what?” She asks wiping the tears that have tumbled all the way to her chin

“Well I’m going to start by giving you this tissue” I say with a smile that seems to reassure her “and we’re going out and about in New York, where ever you want to go”

After reminding me that I have plans with Vanessa and watching me think she wanted to get rid of me, we get to the subway station and decide where we want to spend the rest of the day together.

 


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