what it’s like to actually get a letter. It’s a piece of you here with me.”
“I’ll write you every day if you want.” My mom choked a little on her juice. I really wanted her to go away. I moved out to the living room. “I miss you.” I promised myself I wouldn’t say it, but it came flying out anyway.
“God, Nat, I miss you too. It’s only been a little over a month but—”
“But you’re so far away.” I wiped under my eyes as my mom, obviously, came into the living room.
“Yeah, so far away. I love you, Baby. I’m going to keep writing you, too. Okay? I want to be there with you any way possible. Listen, I gotta go,” he cleared his throat, “but I’ll call you again as soon as I can.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Click.
I sat in silence, staring at the phone that had just connected me with my soldier thousands of miles away and now sat blank. I didn’t care that my mom was watching, I let the tears pour down my face. I didn’t think simply hearing his voice would hurt so much.
“Honey, don’t you think you’re a bit too serious about this boy?” my mom said unflinchingly.
I turned my head slowly and found my dad cautiously entering the room. He’d heard what she said.
“I beg your pardon?” I questioned.
“You’re a mess, Dear. You’ve been seeing each other just a few months . . .”
“It’s not like he stayed in Amherst while I came home to Pennsylvania for Christmas, Mother, he’s in fucking Afghanistan!” I rose as I shouted.
“Natalie . . .” My dad raised his hand in an effort to calm me.
She picked imaginary lint off her shirt. “I just don’t think it’s good for you to be involved with a military person at this point in your schooling.”
“Soldier. The word you’re looking for is soldier. And, Dad,” I turned toward my father, “how would you feel if you found out that Gram’s mom told her to stop getting “so serious” with Grampa when he was in Korea?” My grandfather served in the Marines in Korea. That’s the closest I’d ever been to the military until Ryker.
“This isn’t about your grandfather, Natalie. This is about you and what’s best for your future.” My mom was as unruffled as they came.
I looked right at both of them as I said, “That’s exactly what this is about. After high school, Dad wanted to join the military and you cried and begged him not to. You won.” I stomped up the stairs, slammed my door, and listened to “I Miss You” by Incubus until I fell asleep, clutching my brand new cell phone.
There was only one number that mattered in those days, and it came up “unavailable.”
The irony never stopped.
* * *
While Eric grills outside on the deck, my mother calls.
“Hey Mom, what’s up?”
“Hello, Dear, I’m just checking in to see how things are coming along for Eric’s graduation.”
“Fine,” I mumble, “he makes his presentation this week, I think, then by graduation time he’ll be a doctor.” The deck door is open, and Eric can hear me, so I force a smile when I speak the last word.
“Lovely. How are the boys? Their big fifth birthday is coming up!” Her voice lightens dramatically when discussing her grandchildren.
She loves them more than I’ve seen her love anyone in my life. I’ll never forget the look of disappointment on her face though, when I told her I was pregnant. It was like I could see her adding up how much she and my father had spent on my education.
“They’re good. Loving preschool and looking forward to kindergarten.” So am I. I mill about the kitchen to keep myself busy while I’m talking to her. It’s too dangerous to be fully emotionally present.
“That’s the reason I’m calling, actually. We’ll obviously be up for Eric’s graduation, and I was wondering if your father and I could take the boys back to our house for a week or so? Once they start kin—”
“Yes!” I cut in excitedly. “That’d be
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