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I swallow hard, wishing I could laugh with him. “I’m as hard up as the rest of them. Harder. Doesn’t she realize I live in a studio walk up over the Pastie Parlor? All my clothes smell like turnips and onions.”
I didn’t know what a pastie was until I moved here. It’s pronounced pass-tie not to be mistaken with a sticky fringed applique meant for a nipple. A pastie is like a folded over pie filled with a variety of ingredients. For some reason, Houghton, Michigan is like the capital of pastie making in the United States.
We walk over to the piano where I set down my folder of sheet music and pull off the hair band I always keep around my wrist, tying my hair up in a messy bun. Looking around the room there’s a group of about forty residents and family members waiting for me to start my Christmas Eve performance.
“Hi, sweetie.” Ella Mae Vixon raises her hand and waves her crooked fingers my way, and I feel my spirits lift.
“Hi, Mrs. Vixon.” I return her wave with a smile.
She’s one of my favorites and although she can’t remember what she had for breakfast this morning, she’s funny and sweet and loves living here—unlike a lot of the residents, who complain about everything from the gourmet food to the crystal chandeliers.
“Well, well.” Howard mouths next to my ear as I settle onto the piano bench. “Look who just walked in.”
I glance toward the entry and immediately a flock of flapping butterflies take flight in my stomach.
“Shut up.” I whisper back. Already my palms are sweating and I feel the heated red blotches begin to cover my chest and neck.
“When are you going to just throw yourself on top of that piano, show him your sugar plums and invite him to have a holly, jolly Christmas?” Howard snort-laughs and I smack his arm.
“Stop it.” I cough out, my throat closing up, but unable to keep from laughing with him. “You know, you are incredibly inappropriate. Did you not watch the in-service video on sexual harassment in the workplace?”
“Oh, honey.” He bites into his bottom lip on another of his signature snorting laughs, doing this little stomp on one foot that he likes to do. “You don’t have the right equipment for me.” He tips his head back and forth. “But he does.”
I fight the urge to look, but lose, and when my eyes latch on to the bearded monster of a man signing in at the front desk wearing flannel and testosterone, my heart does this little Shirley Temple tap dance in my chest.
Howard walks away whistling, leaving me sitting in the middle of a room of memory impaired senior citizens, with a growing wet spot between my legs.
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