by Jamie Knight
Afterward, I called to check on Kylie and her nanny, Sasha, had something to say, of course. She always did.
At times like this, I really missed Olivia. She knew that sometimes after games I just had to be quiet and be allowed to stew. I had always been good at understanding when I needed that.
“Marvin, you know,” Sasha said, “it’s not your game that’s the issue. Your life is the issue. It’s fucking with your game.”
“Yeah, you think? I don’t want to talk about the game right now. I just called to see how Kylie is doing and then I want to be quiet for a bit.”
I tried not to roll my eyes, even though I knew that Sasha couldn’t see them on the phone. She was very temperamental and opinionated. But I tried hard not to get agitated around her, because she was the only person I could find – despite offering a lot of money – to stick around and nanny Kylie. Most other nannies found her too difficult to deal with.
“Marvin, come on. This is important. This involves Kylie, too.”
“What? What do you want me to do? Jesus, I just had a terrible game. Can’t we drop it? I don’t want to talk about football right now.”
“Marvin, Kylie has you spinning. Your head isn’t in the game. The problems are with her and with Candy — Are you willing to throw away your whole career? Your daughter clearly wants to be with her mother, and her mother has filed to re-open the court case, and the judge seems to be favoring her, so, it’s time to think about maybe letting Kylie go to her mother’s so that everyone will be happier and you can concentrate on the game.”
I never knew what was up with Sasha. She often reminded me of the current status of the custody case.
I wasn’t sure if she truly wanted what was best for Kylie – who I knew did bring up her mom often, but she was six and didn’t necessarily know what was best for her – or if she wanted to be done with the nannying job – which I knew couldn’t always be easy, even if she did need the money – or if there was something more sinister underlying this whole thing.
Sometimes it was as if she wanted to turn my football career around and get credit for it. And, I knew she wanted me – she had made that clear on past occasions when she had come onto me, but I hadn’t given in. But maybe that was also because of some twisted plan to help a football player get back on track, and claim all the credit and glory.
“Oh, come on. Kylie is not the reason I’m throwing shit passes.”
“Candy and Kylie – it is. Marvin, I know you love Kylie, but she needs to be with her mom, and you need to focus on your game. That’s my opinion, anyway.”
Yeah, and no one asked you for your opinion, I wanted to say.
I couldn’t believe she was being so blunt. I didn’t know what had gotten into her lately. She really should think of Kylie over herself.
I wished I could be a better father for Kylie and I wished I didn’t even need a nanny. But it was too hard, with my football career and being gone for away games all the time. And I had never managed to settle down with a good woman to be Kylie’s step mom.
Sure, for a long time I wanted the good wife, the romance, maybe a mother type figure for Kylie. Like Olivia maybe could have been. Even though if we hadn’t broken up, I wouldn’t be needing her right now.
I didn’t allow myself to think about that any further. It was too fucking painful. I didn’t usually think that I should be more like my dad, but right now I was thinking I needed to be more thick skinned and get over stuff, like he had always been able to do.
“Is Kylie there?” I finally asked Sasha, not wanting to talk to her any further. “Put her on the line so I can say hi.”
“She’s sleeping,” Sasha said. “But she’s doing fine. I gave her chicken nuggets and apple juice before she went down.”
“Thanks,” I told her, grateful that she always took care of Kylie, even if she was turning more and more batshit crazy when it came to me. “I’ll see her when I get back, then. Have a good night.”
“But Marvin, you really should give some thought to—”
I hung up on her, before I had to hear her whole unsolicited opinion all over again. It was the last thing I needed, after playing such a shitty game. Today had been bad enough.
Chapter 14
Marvin
Later, I relaxed in my hotel robe, with a glass of scotch. My season was finished, I felt, or close to it. I would ride out the contract for as long as possible, but I knew I was going to be up for sale.
This sucked – plain and simple. Football was all I had ever known.
And somehow, I thought that when this day came, I would be thirty-five and ready. Ready with a plan, well into another project, career or hobby and I’d retire my jersey while I was still on top, crying as the crowd sent me off reluctantly.
This, this was not that. I was going down in a sinking boat. It didn’t matter how many years I’d given my life to football, I wasn’t valued any more. People were sick of my antics on and off the field – I was failing.
As I sipped on my scotch, I wondered if there was any way to save things. To go out of my football career with a bang, if I had to go out. But maybe I didn’t have to go out.
Who was I kidding? As usual – no one, I was kidding no one, but my ego was still intact. That had always kind of been the way I functioned.
Honesty always came second to ego. My ego, my sense of self-importance, had always been the priority. It had worked, had always been my formula for success. But the shell was beginning to crack. I knew it.
The house I built on so much bravado and talent, it still looked good from the outside, but it was weathering. The house made of popsicle sticks, it wasn’t withstanding the storms as well anymore.
I took a deep swig of the fine, hundred-year-old scotch in my hand and I turned on an old Western. I thought of how Olivia’s voice did something to me – still. I remembered how sweet she was when I took her virginity and then followed it up with another romp at the Centennial.
How did I go from dating the sweet, beautiful girl next door to being alone and fucking lonely? These were the thoughts swirling around in my head.
I should have been thinking about Kylie, but I wasn’t. Something wasn’t right. I knew it.
Suddenly I was feeling imminent change, which was my least favorite thing. I knew right then that I may not be able to continue ego-first in this game of life – not with some woman I’d be able to find somewhere, not even flying solo. It wasn’t working.
I had a nagging feeling I was going to have to face some things, but boy I would avoid it at all costs if I could at that moment. I turned up the volume on the TV, put my glass down on the night stand and rolled over.
It was time to sleep. There was too much on my plate to handle right now.
***
On the way to the airport, the morning after, I met my dad at a local coffee shop. We tended to have coffee after every game.
I often wondered why. I wasn’t incredibly fond of him and I also wasn’t shy about that fact. But I guess the dysfunction in our relationship, was our relationship, so this was just what we did.
My dad finished slurping an oversized cappuccino. I had just listened to him ramble on for the entire time it took me to drink a giant iced coffee. All about Sasha and how she was no good for me.
Well, he was probably right about that, but I wasn’t about to fucking admit it. All about Kylie and how if I was a good man, I would do right by my daughter and stand up for her and make sure she could never see Candy. Well, maybe he was right about that, too, but I often didn’t know what was right when it came to Kylie.
He went on and on about how sending Kylie to live with Candy would be tantamount to putting her in a room full of abusers. I thought his warnings were a bit on the excessive side, but I tended not to argue with him when I could control it. I had learned long ago to pick and choose my battles.
Finally, I sighed and let him dig for as long as he could until he came up for air. Eventually, he stopped long enough t
o look at me and as he exhaled, I seized the moment.
“Are you done, Dad? Anything else you want to share about how I should live my life and make my decisions?”
“Look son, I don’t know why you get so defensive. We are talking about your daughter, my granddaughter. This is not about your ego or my ego. It’s about a child. Candy has a major drug problem. Unfortunately, that is who you chose as your life partner—”
“Now hold on. I didn’t choose Candy as my life partner. We did the deed once and then had a child together. What part of that says life partner, huh?”
“You chose not to protect yourself when you ‘did the deed with her’, as you so beautifully described the conception of your child with her mother. Nevertheless, when you chose not to protect yourself and she became pregnant, you chose your life partner. She will always be your partner, as she is the mother of your child.”
“Oh, you know all about life partners, right? Listen, spare me the bullshit because you don’t know from a hill of beans about doing life the right way.”
I was trying to hurt him. It was deliberate. But it wasn’t necessarily that effective. He wasn’t saying anything for once, though.
“Are you finished, Dad?” I finally ask him.
“No, I’m not. As I was saying, as you chose your partner, such is the truth that you also then owe it to your daughter—”
“Dad, you are not the person to be giving me this speech. And you can drop the preacher tone. Honestly, you set a terrible example for me. You were a cad to Mom. And you for sure wouldn’t win any father or husband of the year awards—”
“Great. You’re right. So, if you know so much about how I screwed up, why did you not learn from my example? Why are you walking right along in my footsteps?”
I said nothing in response. I knew when it was time to let the clock run, so I did. I had no intention to talk any more with my father any time soon. But Olivia and I – we had unfinished business. And I intended to resolve it.
Chapter 15
Olivia
I was finishing up a slice of cake I had brought home in a doggie bag from my ultra-enlightening Mexican restaurant hang-out with Roxanne. She had me thinking. And thinking, or the over thinking version for me, always meant comfort food.
So, bad cake carbs were the only answer. It was either that or consult with my therapist and I was putting her on ice for a moment. I didn’t always like her advice – or maybe I just wasn’t always able to take it. Cake won out again.
I could hear Roxanne in my mind still. She was saying repeatedly, “unless you still have latent feelings...”
It was bothering me. I did - I did still have something. I’m not sure what it was though, because truly, I thought Marvin and I were done a long time ago.
At times, he could be downright despicable, arrogant, petulant, entitled and self-serving… To name the most glaringly obvious of his negative traits.
But then there was the other thing. Why did I still get butterflies when I spoke to him?
Ya know, what Liv? That’s lust. Come on, you know the difference.
I nodded as if there was someone other than me in my head having this conversation. Then I dipped my spoon in a huge chunk of the frosting.
Just as I was going in for the eat, my cell phone rang. Since I didn’t recognize the number, I answered. Often parents, in a panic, would ignore the rule about only contacting the office directly if there was a pressing concern about their children. They almost always called me on my cell phone.
And I never had gotten upset about it because they’re parents. They’re supposed to be neurotic. It’s for this reason I give out my cell phone for cases of parent emergencies. Thus, I picked up.
“Hello.”
“Is Olivia there?”
It was rather abnormal for a parent to be calling me by my first name. But some didn’t realize or acknowledge formal rules.
“Yes, this is Olivia,” I answered. “And this is?”
“This is David.”
“David? I’m sorry; David who, please?”
“David Ward.”
“Oh.”
Geez. Marvin’s dad. They had quite the history. And here he was on the phone with me.
Why exactly was he calling me?
“Mr. Ward, sir. Uh, I’m sorry; this is quite a surprise. I, uh – Um, did we have a scheduled call, sir? Are you attending a meeting by-pRoxie regarding Kylie? Uh, in Marvin’s place, sir?”
I didn’t know why I kept calling him sir. I guess I wanted to remain professional and put some distance between us.
He answered quite calmly and emphatically after a long pause.
“No, Olivia. Quite the contrary. I have talked to my son and found out that he and Candy have pledged that they will meet with you and do the right thing. However, I am deeply concerned about my granddaughter and I was wondering if you might help in some way.”
“Um, sir?”
“Well, we go way back, you and me. You and my son were deeply in love—”
“Uh sir, I wouldn’t go that far. I mean. Whatever it was, come on now; it had to be puppy love, at the most.”
Damn. Why was I protesting against this so much?
“Anyway. It was in high school. It was a long time ago. We both moved on.”
“Right – potato, po-tah-to,” he replied. “High school puppy love is where lifetime love can start. I know that because I married my high school sweetheart. Granted, I made some mistakes, which I’m trying to prevent my own son from making. But, anyway, that being said, I know you well from back then, at least, and I need your help.”
I thought back as he talked.
What?
Maybe I remembered hanging out with Mr. Ward two or three times during the entirety of my high school courtship with Marvin. Usually, Marvin and I were trying to avoid him – both to sneak off to have sex and also because Marvin didn’t get along with him.
Where he was getting, “I knew you well back then” from?
It confounded me, but I chose not to argue. I remembered that he drank a lot during that time, so he was probably misremembering things.
“Sir, if you wouldn’t mind, I have a lot to do, so what is it that you need?”
“Will you please talk to Marvin? He is thinking of sending Kylie to live with her mother and that would spell almost certain disaster. Candy has a substance abuse problem—”
“Sir, do you know that to be the case? I mean, truly know that to be fact? Because I am a mandated reporter, so I’d appreciate it if you not throw out unfounded accusations or suppositions, as these things can have serious consequences.”
“Sure. I won’t,” he answered.
His tone let me know he thought I was getting hung up on small things when he was trying to get me to see the big picture.
“Have I piss-tested her? No. But I suspect,” he continued, letting out a sigh as if to let me know he was done talking about that train of thought. “Anyway, I need you to talk to Marv. He is only considering letting Candy have any kind of custody because his scheming nanny, Sasha Alexander, wants him and his money all to herself. Listen, Sandra – my wife and I; I have re-married – we would take Kylie if necessary. We love her, but Sandra’s mother is sick with Alzheimer’s, so there’s a lot going on over here. And it should only be a last resort, anyway. The girl should be with her father, where she belongs. Please talk to him. For Kylie, please.”
“With all due respect, Sir, that is not my place. I am obligated to speak to him about his daughter’s behavior at school, but that is where my role ends,” I informed him. “My role is not to interfere in his decisions for Kylie. “
“But you almost married my son. I can’t believe you aren’t the least bit concerned.”
“Sir, where are you getting this information? I didn’t almost marry Marvin.”
And then it occurred to me; the wheels started to turn.
Had he mentioned… had Marvin maybe mentioned that he would have married me?
Maybe he said this to his dad?
Was I the one that got away?
“I mean, did I almost marry Marvin?” I asked him, not even caring if I sounded stupid. I mean, he was the one calling me and asking me for a favor, so I figured I might as well ask him a question of my own. “I don’t think so, unless you know something I don’t.”
But I had blown it. David wasn’t giving up anything now.
“No, I thank you for your help, Olivia. Have a good night and I’m sorry I bothered you.”
With that, he hung up and I couldn’t even ask a follow-up question. Had Marvin wanted to marry me?
Is that what his dad had meant when he had said deeply in love?
I walked back to my cake. It looked wilted now. The power it had over me pre-phone call had given way to disgust.
Now all I could think about was, David Ward thinks I was the love of Marv’s life. But was I?
According to my work/calendar software, Candy and Marvin had indeed scheduled a block of time with me tomorrow at the end of day. The principal had indicated her involvement as well, which honestly just made my stomach turn. Even though in the past she had thought I was a great teacher, she hadn’t seemed to be my biggest fan lately and all she seemed to be doing was siding with Old Black Lung.
But obviously I would have to bite my tongue and be professional. It was about Kylie, I continued to remind myself. Why couldn’t they all be Sookie – the perfect little girl – and then none of this would have to be assigned.
And I wouldn’t have to break up scuffles between little innocent six-year-olds; nor would I most certainly have to revisit an old flame. The same old flame who took my virginity and apparently still took up too much residency in my head.
All night I tossed and turned, thinking about what would happen the next day.
Would Marvin look different?
Would it be obvious to him, or worse, to Candy, that I still had some residual feelings for him?
