Summer Sisters Part 13

She'd hiked halfway out to the main road when she heard a truck coming from behind. She s.h.i.+fted the duffel to her other shoulder. But she didn't turn, not even as the truck slowed down.

Gus WHAT WERE THEY going on about at the crack of dawn? He'd tried holding the pillow over his head but he couldn't breathe that way. f.u.c.k. He'd been out until after two A.M. Not that he was complaining. You don't complain when a good-looking woman hands you a slip of paper with her room number on it while you're clearing away her grilled swordfish, even if she is wearing a wedding band.

They'd have to use the bathroom, she whispered, when he'd knocked on the door, in case her girlfriend returned while they were at it.

Okay a sure a the bathroom. What did he care? She'd padded the tub with a blanket and towels. If by chance her friend came back early, she'd say she was taking a bath. A bath, right. Whatever she wanted. She was wearing a silky pajama top with nothing underneath. Nothing. He was hard just thinking about it.

He took off his jeans, climbed into the tub, lay on his back. She straddled him, talked herself through it. That's it, oh yes a keep going a oh a you're so strong a She bit his shoulder, pulled at his hair, clamped her hand over his mouth so he couldn't cry out when he came. Thank you, very nice a she'd said, shooing him out as soon as they'd finished.

Now he can hear the door across the hall open, then close. He listens. Cough Drop. He's sure of it. Recognizes her footsteps. He pulls on his jeans, sneaks downstairs, gets into the truck, trails her down the road. She's carrying her G.o.dd.a.m.n duffel over her shoulder like some kind of navy recruit. Where does she think she's going?

21.

VIX NEVER FOUND OUT how Gus happened to be driving down the road early that morning. Or how he knew the Homeport was looking for mid-season replacements. She got in beside him and stared straight ahead. He didn't try to make small talk. He asked only one question and that not until they'd stopped to buy juice and doughnuts which they ate overlooking the cemetery in Chilmark.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"You sure you don't want to go home?" Gus said.

She thought he meant Santa Fe and shook her head again. No way could she deal with her parents now.

The Homeport hired her just like that, without even checking her references. It meant a big cut in salary unless she could make it up in tips. But as she explained over the phone to Joanne, the owner of the cleaning service, her circ.u.mstances had changed and she couldn't come back.

"What about Caitlin?" Joanne asked.

"I can't speak for her."

"Well, this is very disappointing," Joanne said. "You and Caitlin were the perfect team. I depended on you to finish the season."

"I'm really sorry. It was a great job. But I have no choice."

Joanne didn't get it and tried wooing her back with more money.

"I'm sorry," she said again, feeling even more foolish. "I've already taken another job."

Joanne sucked in her breath. "With the compet.i.tion?" Joanne never referred to the other cleaning services by name.

"No a at the Homeport."

"The Homeport? Why would you want to work there?"

"It's a personal."

"I see." She paused and Vix imagined her chewing on her pencil, the way she did when she was talking to a dissatisfied client. "Well, if you change your mind give me a call. I'll always have a job for you."

"Thanks."

Vix dragged her duffel halfway out the long dock, to Trisha's boat, and caught her just before she left for work. When she explained that she'd left Lamb's, that she had a job waiting tables at the Homeport and needed a cheap place to stay, Trisha said, "You're looking at it, honey."

Trisha tossed her a key to the hatch lock, told her to take either of the berths in the main cabin, then left for Vineyard Haven. "I should be back around seven, unless I meet Arthur, my new squeeze, for dinner."

The second Vix was alone, she crumpled. She wept, she wailed, she soaked her T-s.h.i.+rt with her tears, sob bing until she gagged. She was not an emotional iceberg! Then she lay down in the tiny berth and fell into a deep sleep.

She'd have slept all day if she hadn't heard banging on the hatch and voices calling her name. She jumped up, disoriented, needing a minute to figure out where she was and why. When she finally opened the hatch and squinted in the bright sunlight, she saw Lamb and Abby.

"Vix," Abby began, "we were so worried!"

"Didn't you get my note?"

"Yes a but you didn't say where you were going, or why."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't sure where I was going when I wrote it." How had they found her? Had Trisha called them already?

"Look a" Lamb said, "whatever happened between you and Caitlin I know she regrets it."

"All friends have disagreements from time to time a" Abby added. "It's only natural a it's like a marriage a" She looked at Lamb, then back at Vix. "Oh, Vix a no boy is worth this kind of grief."

How did she know there was a boy involved? How much exactly had Caitlin told them?

Abby came toward her, steadying herself as the boat rocked in the breeze. "Come home," she said, hugging Vix. "We're family. You belong with us."

"I can't a please a" There was no way for Vix to explain.

Finally Lamb said, more to Abby than to her, "If Vix needs some time and s.p.a.ce a I trust her judgment."

"How much time?" Abby asked. "A day a two days? We're responsible for you, Vix. We can't just let you live on your own. Your parents a.s.sume a"

Her parents! "Please don't tell my parents I've left. Not yet a" Then she added, "I'll understand if you want to give the scholars.h.i.+p to someone else, someone more a worthy." Her voice broke on that. They wouldn't be as lenient this time as when they'd found out she and Caitlin had been hitching. A few soft words, a promise they wouldn't hitch again, and that had been it. Not that it mattered because by the following summer Caitlin had her license. This time was different. This time there was more at stake.

Lamb and Abby looked at one another again. Then Abby said, "This has nothing to do with the scholars.h.i.+p. n.o.body's going to take anything away from you."

Vix wanted to cry with relief. How easy it would have been to go back with Abby.

It wasn't until later that Vix remembered Abby saying, I'd like to think if I had a daughter she'd be a lot like you. Yes, but a if they had to take sides, no matter how much they cared for her, Caitlin would always come first. She would always be the daughter. And Vix would always be the daughter's friend.

When she came out of the Homeport, confused and exhausted after her first night on the job, Bru was waiting. "We have to talk," he told her. They walked out to the end of the dock, where they sat swatting mosquitoes. "Whatever happened last night, I can live with it," Bru said.

Was it just last night?

"I know it didn't mean anything," he continued.

She looked at him, puzzled. "What didn't mean anything?"

"You and Von."

"Me and Von? There is no me and Von. Is there a you and Caitlin?"

"Caitlin?" he said, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. He turned her hand over, studied it the way he had that first day on the beach, then covered it with both of his. "I think we should just forget about last night," he said. Then his voice went all soft. "You're my girl, Victoria. I knew it from day one. You'll always be my girl."

And just like that she melted. Just like that they were back together.

They saw each other every night, and Vix had no curfew, no one asking Does he do this? Does he do that? When are you going to a ?

This time she was the aggressor. She practically begged him. Please, she whispered. Please a Bru. What guy could resist? He rolled on a condom right there in the dunes where they'd spread out a blanket and left half their clothes.

Trisha THIS WAS GETTING HEAVY, with Lamb calling two, sometimes three times a day, asking, Can you handle it? Handle it? What does he think she's doing?

Then Abby gets on the phone. Please, Trisha a try to convince her to come back.

Come on, guys! It's just been a week. Give the kid a break. Don't suffocate her. She tells them she'll do her best. But hey, if Vix and Caitlin have some kind of problem, Lamb should be trying to help the two of them work it out. He's the parent, after all. As for what happened between the girls, Vix doesn't want to talk about it. And she doesn't believe in b.u.t.ting in. Mess around with the money folks, wind up getting burned. Vix will learn the hard way, same as she did.

Anyway, Vix has a boyfriend. Nice guy. She knows the family. Spent a couple of nights with one of the uncles a few years back. What the h.e.l.l a she's single.

22.

THE HOMEPORT had a big, noisy dining room, where food was served family style. It was popular with tourists and locals alike, more for its location overlooking the harbor, the best place to view spectacular Menemsha sunsets, than for its food. It was impossible to get a reservation this time of year unless you called at least a week in advance.

The menu was simple and never changed. Swordfish and lobster were the two most popular dinners. They came with baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and cole slaw. For dessert it was pie and ice cream. The blueberries in the pie were canned, not fresh. If anyone asked, Vix was supposed to tell them the truth. But no one ever asked.

Because all the up island towns were dry, there was no bar. You could BYOB if you wanted beer or wine with your meal, but Vix wasn't permitted to open it because she was under age. Tips ran the gamut from generous to pathetic. She always tried to guess at the beginning of a meal how much her table would leave, but more than half the time she was wrong. One night she was sure she saw Barbra Streisand, another, Mary Steen burgen. But neither sat at Vix's tables. She did get to wait on a group from Sat.u.r.day Night Live. They were loud and messy, dropping lobster sh.e.l.ls on the floor, but they left her two twenties to make up for it.

The staff got to eat free. At first it seemed like a great deal but after the first week she couldn't look at another piece of swordfish, let alone eat it. She lived on corn, baked potatoes, cole slaw, and Trisha's m.u.f.fins.

The manager considered her a hard worker but encouraged her to become more of a team player. She was always polite, always efficient, but she didn't hang out with the other servers and they resented her. When one of the girls finally asked where Vix headed every night after work, Vix told her about Bru. After that the others were more accepting. Everybody loves a lover.

Probably no one at the Homeport would believe she was still a virgin a technically, anyway. But it was true. The first time they tried it hadn't really worked. He'd never been with a virgin, Bru told her. Maybe it was always like this but he was afraid if he pushed too hard he'd hurt her. And he didn't want to hurt her.

Hurt her? She loved it that way, couldn't imagine it feeling any better, until the bl.u.s.tery morning when the weather prevented him from working and he came to the boat looking for her. She invited him aboard. There was no way the two of them could fit into her narrow berth so they moved forward, to Trisha's cabin. She hoped Trisha wouldn't mind. And there, on the v-berth, with the rigging creaking, the halyards slapping against the mast in the wind, the boat gently rocking, there, with a lubricated condom and taking it slowly, so slowly, Bru got all the way inside her and it didn't hurt that much, not that much after the initial quick, sharp pain, because she was so hot, so ready. And when she cried out the pain was mixed with pleasure. But she didn't come, not that day. After, she found a few spots of blood, but they washed right off the vinyl cus.h.i.+ons.

The next day she was sore. But not so sore she wasn't ready to try it again. When she did she began to understand what all the fuss was about.

One morning Trisha asked her about Bru. When Vix told her they were lovers Trisha pressed her hand and said, "Oh, honey a are you being careful? You're using condoms or something?"

"Yes," she answered, secretly thrilled to be discussing this with a woman of experience.

"Because you have to think ahead. You don't want to get pregnant or catch some disease."

"We're careful."

"And is it a enjoyable for you?"

Vix felt herself blush.

"You don't have to answer. It's just that in the beginning a well, some guys have no idea what they're doing. No idea how to make it good for you."

Vix didn't tell her about Bru's slow moves, about how he loved to feel her quiver.

Lamb HE KEEPS ASKING Trisha if she can handle it when he doesn't know how to handle it himself! Abby's pus.h.i.+ng for him to take a stand, to insist Vix come back. She goes on and on about responsibility, making his head ache.

He can see for himself Caitlin is miserable without Vix. Quit her job. Just sails the Sunfish all day. If he asks her anything she answers, What is this a the Spanish Inquisition? What's he supposed to do?

Trisha tells him Vix is okay. She's keeping an eye on things. The boy is from a decent family. They're using birth control. Birth control! He doesn't want to think of some boy taking advantage of Vix a or Caitlin. And he remembers very well what boys of that age are after a SOMETIMES VIX would get a pang, realizing it was already the middle of August, that summer would be over in a couple of weeks and she'd be thousands of miles away from Bru, a schoolgirl again. Maybe she should stay on island for senior year. She was sure Trisha would welcome the company, and if not, she and Bru could get a cabin. He'd been talking about moving out of his uncle's house. She'd find an after-school job and help pay their expenses. That way they wouldn't have to be apart.

But she never had to make that decision because three weeks after she'd packed up and left Caitlin, while she was setting up tables for dinner, the manager came over and whispered that someone was here to see her, outside.

Her first thought was Bru. But no a it was Caitlin and, a few steps behind her, Lamb and Abby. Vix saw it right away, in the expression on Caitlin's face, in her eyes. "What?" she asked.

Caitlin said, "It's Nathan."

"No," Vix said.

"Vix a I'm so sorry. He died this morning."

Vix screamed. "No a please G.o.d, not Nathan!"

Caitlin grabbed her, kept her from keeling over. Then Abby was pus.h.i.+ng a gla.s.s of something in her face. Vix knocked it out of her hand. "They didn't even tell me he was sick!"

"It happened too fast," Abby said.

"I have to go home." Vix broke away. "I have to see him."

"We've already booked a flight, kiddo." Lamb had his arm around her shoulders and was holding her tight.

Caitlin slid into the back seat of the Volvo next to Vix. "I'm coming with you."

Vix shook her head.

"I know how much he meant to you," Caitlin said, reaching for her hand. "Please, Vix a let me be your friend."

She never had the chance to say goodbye to Nathan, never had the chance to keep her promise. Instead, she slipped the Disney World brochure into his coffin, along with Orlando and a letter telling him she loved him, apologizing for thinking only of herself that summer, for being too much in love.