R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
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up.”<br />
“I’m cleaning! It’s spring, remember?”<br />
Miriam picked up books from the grass. “Let me help you. I can straighten<br />
“Don’t worry about that stuff. Come on, there’s a great new store that I found<br />
that has all kinds of leather and furs. You’ve never had a fur coat have you? Let’s<br />
go buy you one. You deserve it. You are the mother of a soon-to-be-published<br />
poet.” He took her hand. The overpowering smell of cologne surrounded her.<br />
A police cruiser pulled up. The siren and flashing lights stopped her<br />
thoughts like a door slammed shut.<br />
Jake grinned at the officers, “Hey guys! We were just headed downtown.<br />
Want to come? Call your wives. They can join us.”<br />
Miriam braced herself to make the plea that she made so many times before.<br />
At least this time Jake was in his cheerful, generous mode. The officers look nice.<br />
Perhaps they’d understand.<br />
***<br />
That night Jake slept, sedated, in his old bedroom down the hall. Miriam’s<br />
bones ached as she changed into her nightgown. She put the tweed skirt onto a<br />
hanger in the closet. Dark powder spotted her favorite blouse. Toner leaked on her<br />
when she lifted Jake’s printer off the floor. The events of the day spilled through<br />
her mind. Once again she’d convinced the policemen that Jake was harmless and<br />
she’d be responsible for both her son and his mess. The officers helped take him to<br />
the doctor. It was lucky that he hadn’t lived in Brockton before. The police didn’t<br />
know him yet.<br />
Since the car was undamaged and had only been driven to the apartment,<br />
the manager at Exotic Imports had been kind enough to return the down payment<br />
to her. There wasn’t anything she could do about the clothes and other things he’d<br />
bought. They were all ruined. She wondered how Jake got new credit cards with<br />
his poor credit history.<br />
Miriam collapsed into her sagging bed. Luminous reds, greens and blues<br />
from the Tiffany lamp on her dresser illuminated the dark room. The lamp had<br />
been David’s gift to her on their wedding day. His side of the old bed felt<br />
particularly empty this night. Twenty-four years since cancer consumed him, yet<br />
she still felt tender, a scar of loneliness that never healed. Jake’s only memories of<br />
David were those of a frightened five-year-old watching his father die. How different<br />
things would have been if David had lived.<br />
She had to figure out a way to help Jake. Maybe a different medication would<br />
do it. She’d heard about a new one that was working well for others with bipolar<br />
disorder. Maybe that was the answer. She’d ask about it when they went to the<br />
psychiatrist’s office. Now, it was time to get some sleep and get to work on time in<br />
the morning. Her many sudden departures from work had already irritated her new<br />
boss at the dental clinic. She turned off the light and pulled the threadbare quilt<br />
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