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Authors: Jenny B Jones
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only seat left is the space next to Luke on the couch. I consider standing, but I’m working on my maturity. I sit down and scoot so far to the edge away from him, the majority of my butt hangs off.
Dolly pops her head in the front door. “Hey, y’all.” She enters the living room, dressed in sweats, Nike running shoes, and her ever-present big hair. She blanches when she sees her ex-husband. “What’s he doing here?”
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Mickey’s cheeks turn pink.
Dolly stomps into the kitchen and returns with food. Jake brings in another chair from the dining room and places it in the space beside Mickey. Dolly stares at all of us, waiting for us to offer our own seats—away from her ex. No one moves.
“Fine.” She sits down, her posture so straight it could snap.
As Mom and Jake talk, I hear Mickey mumble to Dolly. “You look nice tonight, by the way.”
“I came here straight from the gym thinking it was just going to be a night with the Finleys. My Maybelline’s all gone, I smell like sweat, and I just spent an hour in an aerobics class with twenty-year- olds.”
His face falls. “I still think you look beautiful.”
Oblivious to the Mickey and Dolly soap opera, Jake says a quick blessing and turns on the TV.
A familiar-looking man appears on the screen. He stands in the middle of a wrestling ring.
“ Tonight on Pile Driver of Dreams , ten people . . . only one will walk away with the chance to go pro and be a regular on World Wrestling Television’s Friday Night Throw-Down. America, you will determine their destinies. Every week you get the chance to vote a wrestler off. We bring you live interviews and footage from their homes, getting up close and personal with their families. And we bring you the wrestling matches so you can decide if they’ve got what it takes to go pro. Ten people dreaming big . . . but is it big enough?”
Mom’s propped on the arm of Jake’s recliner. She leans into him and squeezes his muscular arm.
“Careful . . .” Luke whispers. “You’re smiling.”
I guess I am. “This is a big deal for them.” And it hasn’t been this big life intrusion I thought it would be. I think the show is so focused on Jake, they pretty much leave the rest of us alone. I hardly ever see the camera crew. I think I expected my life to turn into The Real World , but it totally hasn’t.
We watch as they do a brief bio on each contestant, showing video of wrestling matches, images of the family and the town each person is from.
The show begins with a guy named William Pearson, aka The Mutilator. In a brief interview, his son talks about what a great dad he is. His boss at Topeka First Federal tears up when he describes William saving the day when an armed robber held up the bank.
Another guy by the name of Sanchez the Snake discusses his mother while doing bicep curls. In the background his ex-wife quietly cries as he talks.
“Yeah, I want to be a wrestler . . . but mostly I want to save my mom. She’s in Mexico waiting on a liver transplant. The only thing keeping her alive right now is the hope she has in me.”
Oh, boy.
After three more men and two women contestants, Jake’s face lights up the TV.
Next, Harvey Runnels, president of Summer Fresh, beams with pride. “In twenty years, this maxi-pad assembly line has never run smoother. Nobody knows feminine protection better than Jake Finley.”
“It’s true,” Budge says from across the room. “Women owe a lot to this man right here.” He and Jake do an air high five.
Luke’s shoulders give a small jerk, and I know he’s laughing inside.
Why can’t Jake be a used car salesman like other stepdads I know?
The announcer’s voice continues to narrate. “A big man, big dreams, and a small town. But is there more to Jake Finley? Recently married to his online sweetheart, he added a stepdaughter to his family. While Jillian Finley appears to have adapted to
Dolly pops her head in the front door. “Hey, y’all.” She enters the living room, dressed in sweats, Nike running shoes, and her ever-present big hair. She blanches when she sees her ex-husband. “What’s he doing here?”
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Mickey’s cheeks turn pink.
Dolly stomps into the kitchen and returns with food. Jake brings in another chair from the dining room and places it in the space beside Mickey. Dolly stares at all of us, waiting for us to offer our own seats—away from her ex. No one moves.
“Fine.” She sits down, her posture so straight it could snap.
As Mom and Jake talk, I hear Mickey mumble to Dolly. “You look nice tonight, by the way.”
“I came here straight from the gym thinking it was just going to be a night with the Finleys. My Maybelline’s all gone, I smell like sweat, and I just spent an hour in an aerobics class with twenty-year- olds.”
His face falls. “I still think you look beautiful.”
Oblivious to the Mickey and Dolly soap opera, Jake says a quick blessing and turns on the TV.
A familiar-looking man appears on the screen. He stands in the middle of a wrestling ring.
“ Tonight on Pile Driver of Dreams , ten people . . . only one will walk away with the chance to go pro and be a regular on World Wrestling Television’s Friday Night Throw-Down. America, you will determine their destinies. Every week you get the chance to vote a wrestler off. We bring you live interviews and footage from their homes, getting up close and personal with their families. And we bring you the wrestling matches so you can decide if they’ve got what it takes to go pro. Ten people dreaming big . . . but is it big enough?”
Mom’s propped on the arm of Jake’s recliner. She leans into him and squeezes his muscular arm.
“Careful . . .” Luke whispers. “You’re smiling.”
I guess I am. “This is a big deal for them.” And it hasn’t been this big life intrusion I thought it would be. I think the show is so focused on Jake, they pretty much leave the rest of us alone. I hardly ever see the camera crew. I think I expected my life to turn into The Real World , but it totally hasn’t.
We watch as they do a brief bio on each contestant, showing video of wrestling matches, images of the family and the town each person is from.
The show begins with a guy named William Pearson, aka The Mutilator. In a brief interview, his son talks about what a great dad he is. His boss at Topeka First Federal tears up when he describes William saving the day when an armed robber held up the bank.
Another guy by the name of Sanchez the Snake discusses his mother while doing bicep curls. In the background his ex-wife quietly cries as he talks.
“Yeah, I want to be a wrestler . . . but mostly I want to save my mom. She’s in Mexico waiting on a liver transplant. The only thing keeping her alive right now is the hope she has in me.”
Oh, boy.
After three more men and two women contestants, Jake’s face lights up the TV.
Next, Harvey Runnels, president of Summer Fresh, beams with pride. “In twenty years, this maxi-pad assembly line has never run smoother. Nobody knows feminine protection better than Jake Finley.”
“It’s true,” Budge says from across the room. “Women owe a lot to this man right here.” He and Jake do an air high five.
Luke’s shoulders give a small jerk, and I know he’s laughing inside.
Why can’t Jake be a used car salesman like other stepdads I know?
The announcer’s voice continues to narrate. “A big man, big dreams, and a small town. But is there more to Jake Finley? Recently married to his online sweetheart, he added a stepdaughter to his family. While Jillian Finley appears to have adapted to
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