“Keep your eyes closed and place your hand on his head.”
“This is stupid, El.”
“Do it.” She stayed calm.
Dean’s hand moved up to the wetness of the baby’s hair. “Hand on head. Point?”
“Seems to me Dr. Hayes, eyes opened or closed, you had no problem finding him.”
Dean opened his eyes. “I’m sorry I panicked. This was actually the first time my sight left me when I was doing something I couldn’t sit back and wait for it to return. Doing that would have left Brian unattended.”
“You’re thinking wrong there, Dean. You were with Brian. How would that have been leaving him unattended?”
Dean stuttered some in his answer, “You’re right.”
“You’re a very good father, Dean. If need be, your instincts will kick in.” Ellen leaned forward and kissed Dean on the cheek. “We’ll get through this. Whatever ends up happening, we’ll get through.” Ellen stepped back. “But for now, we have more preparations. Let’s get these kids to bed so we can work a little on my lessons before I have to head home.”
“Sounds good. Still want me to do bed detail and you do dishes?”
“Most definitely. I hate doing the bedtime thing. We’ve been standing here talking in this bathroom long enough. You’d better hurry and take this little guy before he . . . .” Ellen closed one eye and let out a soft throaty whine. “Too late.” She handed him to Dean. “He just peed on me.”
“El . . .” Dean cringed when the even wetter baby was placed into his chest and she walked away. He followed her. “What are you doing?”
“Stealing a shirt.” She went into his bedroom and opened a drawer.
“Not that one El. I like that one I’ll . . .” He watched her lift off the wet shirt she wore. “Never get that back.”
“Sure you will, Dean.” Ellen put on the fresh shirt. “Stop staring at me. You still do that.”
“Sorry. I know I won’t get it back.”
“Sure you will.” She paused in walking out of the room. “Of course,” She smiled. “If you end up really losing your sight, you’ll never know, will you?”
“Oh that’s wrong.” He walked behind her. “That’s really wrong. That is such an Ellen thing to say. I can’t believe . . .”
“Dean.” Ellen stopped on the top steps. “Deal with the kids.”
Still holding the wet baby, Dean watched Ellen go down the steps. A sense of gratefulness towards her hit him at that moment and then . . . something else. “God, Brain.” Dean balked and held the baby at an extended state as he carried him to the other room to dress him.
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“And then we’re sitting there . . .” Frank paused in his story, took a drink from his glass of wine and set down another plate on the table. “We’re not eating with those sticks, Henry.”
“Finish your story, Frank.” Henry continued cooking in the kitchen.
“Where was I?”
“You were sitting in the restaurant. Both of you had just had a fight with the people you were married to. Right there.”
“That’s right.” Frank set down the final plate and picked up his glass of wine. “We’re in the restaurant and this waitress sets down our coffees and turns to the next table. Anyhow, she bumps into something, I don’t know what and she fuckin dumps her tray on the floor. No big deal. A little interruption in my story I’m telling but no biggie. Then this woman stands up and starts to scream at this waitress, calling her dumb and so forth, really laying into the woman.”
“Poor waitress.”
“Yeah whatever. That’s not the point of the story. So, Ellen feels bad for her.”
“Ellen feels bad?”
“Go figure.” Frank shrugged and sipped his wine again. “So El is real nice to this waitress, trying to cheer her up, so the waitress cheers up.”
“Oh.” Henry removed the food from the pan. “As much as I’d like to tell you, Frank, that the story was funny, it isn’t. What was the funny part?”
“Fuck, Henry, I didn’t get there yet. I’m setting it up. So the waitress is hovering over the table and I’m asking about gravy. Legitimate question, we’re in a restaurant right? El says I’m rude, like other people. So the waitress softens her voice and says.” Frank softened his voice and took a female tone to it, “I don’t pay any attention to men.” Frank started to snicker. “Then El, not really hearing what the waitress said, tells the waitress, ‘neither do I’. I started laughing, telling Ellen that the waitress liked her. Next thing you know the waitress lays the bill on the table, runs her hand over Ellen’s and winks.” Frank laughed and sipped more of his wine.
“Wait. For visual purposes Frank, was she an attractive waitress?”
“No.”
“Too bad.”
“My sentiments exactly. Now if she was attractive, it would have really made for an interesting evening.” Frank raised his eyebrows. “Unfortunately she wasn’t. Kind of looked like a female version of, no not even female, she looked like Todd from Fabrics.” Frank enjoyed the open mouth disappointment look on Henry’s face. “So there went . . .” Frank turned to the sound of the front door opening. He immediately walked into the kitchen and dumped the remainder of his wine out and rinsed the glass. “Don’t tell her I was drinking.”
“Frank, why are you hiding . . . hey El,” Henry smiled when he saw her walk in.
“Hi guys.” Ellen kissed Henry on the cheek.
“What about me?” Frank asked. He grunted when she smacked him in the gut. “Thanks El. Why are you wearing Dean’s shirt?”
Ellen stopped walking from the kitchen. “How do you know I’m wearing Dean’s shirt?”
“I’m perceptive. Why are you wearing his shirt?”
“Your son pissed on me,” Ellen answered him.
“Which son? I have many.”
“What?” Ellen laughed her words. “Which one do you think, Frank? O.K. if you must know, Johnny was walking down the street and he thought it would be a fun thing to do.”
“Seriously. Which son?” Frank followed her into the dining room.
“Which one do you think? Brian.”
“What did you do, leave him without a diaper for too long?”
“Yes, Robert Young.” Ellen rolled her eyes trying to ignore him. “Henry, are we going to eat soon?”
“All done now, El. Did you want to wash up or did you already wash up at Dean’s, because we can wait for you.”
“It’ll only take a second to wash my hands.” She snickered and moved to the sink. “See Henry.” She turned it on and washed her hands while he put the bowls on the table. “All done.” She walked into the dining room, drying her hands.
“No El.” Henry shook his head. “I mean because Brian went to the bathroom on you. Did you need to wash up? We’ll wait.”
“I changed my shirt.” Ellen held it out. “What?” She noticed the stunned look on Henry’s face.
“El.” Henry looked offended. “El, that’s disgusting. Tell her Frank.”
“What?” Frank was confused. “Henry it’s baby pee. There’s nothing in it. Wait until you see what comes from a baby. Huh El?”
“Yep,” Ellen agreed.
Henry walked up to Ellen and sniffed her. “El, I can smell it on you.”
“Oh you cannot.” She pulled the shirt to her nose. “You’re crazy. Frank? Can you smell it?”
Frank grabbed hold of the shirt and smelled. “Nope. Henry’s nuts. Smells like a clean shirt.”
“Both of you are immune to the smell.” Henry’s hand waved about and he backed up and sat down. “Don’t be mad if I stay a distance from you until you’re clean, because I’ll gag. I will.”
“Henry, you always gag.” Ellen giggled and sat down. “So what did you guys talk about?”
Henry dished out the food for her. “Frank was telling me about what happened with you two in a Bob Evan’s Restaurant one time.”
“Oh Frank.” Ellen shook her head. “Are you telling
the lesbian waitress story again? What brought this up?”
“I was digging through some stuff at the house and came across all those pictures Robbie stuck on the window while you guys were quarantined last year.” Frank helped himself to Henry’s food. “So El, how was Dean? And why was Brian running around without a diaper for so long?”
“Dean’s fine. Why you care I don’t know.” Ellen started to eat. “Henry this is good.” Then she started to ramble. “Brian wasn’t running around without a diaper. I was holding him after his bath and talking to Dean because he just had another one of his ep . . ep . . .ep.” She shut her mouth and continued to eat.
“Ep what, El?” Frank asked and noticed the eye contact between her and Henry. “What’s going on? What did Dean have another one of? He’s been acting weird lately. Is something wrong with him?”
Ellen wiped her mouth. “If you must know.”
“El,” Henry tried to stop her. “Don’t.”
Ellen ignored him. “I’ll tell you Frank. Dean has been suffering from a nervous condition. He has these paranoid episodes and he gets real jittery. They last only a few moments but sometimes I’m afraid he’ll go over the edge.”
Frank couldn’t eat. For fear of choking, he had to stop. First his shoulders started to bounce and then his whole body moved with the laughter that he left out. “Sorry.” He held up his hand as he leaned to the side of the stable and stood up. He paced toward the living room, laughed loudly, and returned a different and serious person. “For real?”
“Oh sure,” Ellen told him. “We think it’s the virus thing. We can’t be . . .” A knock at the door interrupted Ellen. “Is someone coming over?”
Frank pointed back. “I’ll get it. I’m already standing.”
Henry leaned into Ellen when Frank left. “You shouldn’t have said anything.”
“So what, Henry. Frank will forget about it.” She looked up when she saw Frank standing at the table. “What’s wrong?”
“You have a visitor, El.” Frank obviously tried to hide his snicker.
“A visitor?” Ellen slowly stood up and apprehensively peeked around the bend of the dining room to see Jenny standing by the living room door. “Sit down Frank. I’ll be back.” Planting on a fake smile, Ellen walked to the living room. “Jenny.”
“Ellen.” Jenny folded her arms and did that flip of her hair thing she always did.
“How come your here? You’re not mad because I took your cake are you?”
“No, Joe told me how you gave it to him to soften the blow of your failing to get my help.”
“Repeat that?” Ellen stopped paying attention somewhere in her long explanation.
“I spoke to Joe and if you’re really interested in being a part and like every other woman in Beginnings, you can prove it.”
“Sure.” Ellen threw her hands up. “How?”
“You can come to our weekly Moon Lodge meeting.”
Ellen’s eyes shifted in confusion. “Moon Lodge? What is a weekly Moon Lodge meeting?”
“All of us adult women get together once a week, usually on Fridays.”
“So it’s a weekly bitch about men session huh?” Ellen smiled. “Oh I think I would like . . .”
“No.” Jenny coldly stopped her, rolling her eyes at Ellen. “We don’t call them bitch sessions. We call them support meetings. We discuss problems in the relationships that we juggle. We share remedies, solutions . . .”
“Recipes?”
“Ellen.”
“Sorry.” Ellen snickered. “Are these new?”
“No, we’ve been doing them for over a year. I think now probably close to two years, ever since understanding started.”
“And every woman attends?”
“Everyone one but you.”
“Why is that? Was I busy?”
“No Ellen. We didn’t tell you and frankly, no one wanted you to come.”
“Oh I find that hard to believe. Some women like me. Trish and Melissa like me. Josephine likes me. Andrea . . .”
“Short list.”
Ellen tried to ignore the Jenny sarcasm. After all, if she lashed back out at Jenny then she would defeat her purpose of being close to her. “O.K. it is a short list. I’m honored to be invited. I can’t wait. Is it this Friday?”
“Yes,” Jenny told her.
“So seeing how it’s called the Moon Lodge meeting, do I show up when the moon is out?”
“No, it’s called Moon Lodge because that is what Native American Indian women called their menstrual cycle and they had a special house for when they did that.”
“Menstrual cycle.” Ellen tried not to giggle. “Do we have on be on our period to attend? Because I’m not on my period right now.”
“Ellen.” With such annoyance Jenny said Ellen’s name. “Just be there at seven if you want to come.” She walked to the door. “And bring a finger food but not rice cakes.”
“Got it.” Ellen followed her to the door. “I’m very excited about this. You should try to be nicer to me, Jenny.
“Ellen, the only reason you know about this is because Joe came to me. I trust Joe. I wouldn’t let you into these meetings if I was putting my trust in you because a part of me still feels you’re up to something.”
“Never.” Ellen held the door open for her. “Bye, Jenny.” Once Jenny was safely out, Ellen shut the door and let her body shudder a few times. “Yuck.” She shuddered as she went back into the dining room. “Hey, you guys are done eating? How rude.” She sat down at the table. “Guess what, Frank? The women in this community have a weekly women’s support meeting and I’ve been invited to attend this Friday’s.”
“No kidding?” Frank patted her hand. “Good job. Are these new?”
“No.” Ellen shook her head. “They’ve had them for two years. No one wanted me to come.” She shrugged and ate.
Henry’s mouth dropped open. “Aw El, that’s terrible. I feel really bad. That isn’t nice of them. See, no wonder I don’t like many women in this community. They are so mean.”
“They are ,Henry. Jenny says no one likes me.”
“I like you, El.”
“Thank you, Henry.”
“Enough.” Frank halted them before they could go into a Henry and Ellen babble frenzy. “So you’re gonna go?”
“Oh sure, if I want to get close to Jenny I will. Get this Frank, they’re called Moon Lodge meetings.”
“Moon Lodge?” Frank titled his head in question. “Do they start until the moon comes out?”
“No, Moon Lodge is a native American Indian thing. The Indian women called their periods Moon cycles.”
“Periods? El, do you have to be on your period to go? Are you gonna lie?”
Ellen giggled. “Don’t be silly Frank. They only call the meetings that. I have to bring a finger food. Henry, can you make me some rice cakes?”
“Sure El.” Henry picked up his plate and Frank’s. “El, I’m gonna have some wine. Do you want some?”
“I’ll have some, thanks Henry.”
“Frank?” Henry stuck his head out of the kitchen doorway. “Wine?”
“Um.” Frank shifted his eyes to Ellen. “You know what Henry, no I’m fine thanks.”
Ellen smiled widely and laid her hand on his. “Frank, I’m proud of you.” She leaned over to him and kissed him. “Very proud.”
“See, I told you I could be good. You be a Jenny friend. I don’t drink.” He stood up and ran his hand over the back of her head as he went into the kitchen. He saw Henry just staring at him.
“Frank,” Henry said his name with such scold. “You’ve been drinking all night.”
“Shut up Henry,” Frank said in a whisper as he grabbed a glass for some water. “Just, just do this for me and don’t say anything. O.K.?” He took Ellen’s glass of wine that Henry had just poured. “Thanks.” Holding his water, Frank took a sip from Ellen’s wine, placed a smile back on his face, and rejoined Ellen at the table.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JULY 9
It was starting off to be one of the longest days of Dean’s life and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet. Packing up everything they would be taking to Robbie, getting it to the hanger, grabbing the bio-suits and gear from the mobile lab, and getting that there as well. He was glad Ellen showed up to help Johnny with everything by the helicopter or else they would be running late. Dean had to have one more meeting with Joe--which he did--and two more stops in town, one for more note material to take to the mobile lab, and a short stop at history to insert the trip into the computers. Dean didn’t plan on that. He thought the trip out was highly secretive. It was but Joe said it had to be documented somewhere, even if coded. So he and Dean decided that it would be worded ‘virus prototype experiment visit. See Dean’s files.’ Good enough.
For as much as he had to do for a simple one hour visit out to Robbie and his men, Dean was getting it done and staying calm. Of course he still was baffled by why Frank kept jumping out at him from around every corner and yelling ‘boo’ trying to startle him. Dean just chalked that up to another Frank immature behavioral tactic and ignored him.
Dean made it to history, his last stop. He was happy that Trish was there. She tended to sleep in too much during her pregnancy. He went inside. “Morning Trish.”
“Hi Dean,” Trish sat up and smiled at him, “what brings you to history this morning?”
“I have to make an entry.”
“Oh. Hmm.” Trish pulled out what looked like an appointment book and flipped a page. “You’re not mentioned.”
“It was a last minute thing.”
“Joe usually lets me know.”
“I just spoke to Joe. He said to come down and make the entry.”
“I see.” Trish picked up her glasses and put them on as if she wasn’t wearing them the first time, she may have missed it. She looked through the book again.
“It’s not going to be in there, Trish. He just told me about it. And . . .” Dean walked closer to the desk, “where did you get this? We don’t make these.”
“Isn’t this pretty?” She closed the purple vinyl book. “Cole brought it back the last metals run two weeks ago. I think he likes me.” She giggled.
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