There was no greater torment for me than staying at home alone with my thoughts while it rained. I could not read books, I could not watch TV, I couldnât even do homeworkâthe way Mara interpreted scripture, if one could not actively do good works like hand out tracts, or witness, or volunteer, the least evil activity that one could do in the Sabbath was to nap. I was such a contrary daughter that I couldnât even do that. Tossing and turning and flopping in bed, it was as if I was ten years old againâa chronic insomniacâfighting alone against the hidden demons of my past those many nights.
Determined to put the past behind me, I pushed away those memories, and threw the covers aside.
I had expected that Tony would call, but he didnâtâand I certainly wasnât going to call him.
I thought about last Wednesday. Heâd called me after prayer meeting, just as I got home and was taking off my shoes at the door Mara shouted from the living room, âThereâs a call for you in the phoneâ
âOk. Iâll take it in my roomâ Iâd said and had run upstairs before she had the chance to catch a glimpse of my red and blotchy face.
âHello?â
âHeyâTanya?â
âWhoâs this?â
âItâs Tonyâ
âTony?â I asked incredulously, âWhatâs up? How did you get my number?â
âYou left your binder at church, kiddo, and I got your number from your student handbook.â
I cursed and threw the phone receiver on my bed while I unzipped my backpack. I glanced inside; no binder. I double checked by dumping its contents in my bed, hoping that he was mistaken. No binder. No notes. No dynamics lab report. No linear algebra homework. No French Literature paper. No student handbook withâ
I saw red.
How stupid could I get? How had I left that behind? I thought back. Oh, yes. Zuri had picked me up from work, and I had brought my binder to sketch on while the prayer meeting was going on. Then Iâd had my crying fit, and the rest was history.
âI canât believe I did that.â I spoke into the phone, âThanks for holding on to it, but what am I gonna do now? I canât ask Zuri to take me after all the trouble I caused today⌠and then I donât see you until MondayâŚ.â I calculated my odds of success with Mara. They were not promising.
âArenât you going to need it? I can drop it off at your house if you want.â
I sighed, âIâm so sorryâŚbut could you?âIâve got my lab report there.â
âItâs the same address on the cover of the handbook? Halcyon Drive?â
âYesâOh! Do you mind not knocking at the door?â I felt immensely awkward, but in this case necessity was greater than my embarrassment so I pushed on, âMaraâI mean, my motherâwill ask me a million questions. Can you honk or something?â
âOk, Iâll call you up when Iâm there. You can save the number on your caller ID, thatâs my cell phone.â
And just like that, twenty minutes later he called me saying he was in front of my house. Heâd handed me back my binder without any comment, except to ask if I was alright. âIâm fine.â I smiled, relief had made me almost giddy, âThanks for thisâreally.â
He nodded, and after considering something for a few seconds he turned the ignition off. âHey, Tanya?â
âHm?â
âI know how it feelsâwhen in prayer you are confronted with who you are and you realize that it is not the person you want to be.â
I looked down and was silent while I thought back on my prayer, âI donât know if thatâs what happened. I just,â I sighed and hugged the binder tight against my chest âI donât know if it signifies much, but I just want to start over.â
He nodded, âI know. Take courage, kiddo, Iâll be praying for you.â
âThanks.â
Heâd driven off in his sleek black Jag, and Iâd gone back home wondering about the kind of person Tony wasâ I couldnât make him out. He was young, but he obviously had a well-paying job as evidenced by his car and the time Iâd seen him dressed in a suit. Yet the image of the successful Tony clashed with the image of the guy who had come in to church one rainy night, soaking wet from the rain in jeans and a hoodieâand that image also contradicted the Jesus freak who would eagerly go to prayer meeting on Wednesdays and Bible studies with a bunch of old people.
But that episode with the binder had led to my overestimating him. I suppose after that I came to think of him as someone I could trust, so that on Fridayâfaced with the menacing thought of returning to Hilltop Church the next morningâIâd called him. I wanted to be talked out of going. Instead, he encouraged me to follow through with it, even going so far as to offering to meet me there.
âTwo are better than one,â heâd quoted, âFor if they fall, the one will lift up his fellowâ
âPfft! You sound like a preacher.â
âWhat?â
âI mean,â I modified my tone and amended the statement lest I come across as offensive, âsometimes you say things that sound like they came out of the Bible. Iâm pretty sure Jesus said that.â
He chuckled, though I didnât for a second imagine he was laughing at me, âI know my Bible pretty well, I guess. Didnât I ever tell you? My father is a pastorâ
âWhat? You didnât tell me.â
That was when he told me that heâd been the black sheep of the family. Heâd made a run for it the moment he had graduated from High School, and now here he was hundreds of miles away from home trying to return to the straight and narrow. I didnât get to ask about details because Mara had entered my room to inquire why I was still up and who I was talking to.
âI gotta go now.â I said to him after having evaded a minor quarrel.
âOk, so tomorrow 9:30, right?â
âYeah.â
âSee you tomorrow, then.â
Heâd said that, but then heâd never showed up.
More than being angry, more than being annoyedâI was disillusioned. Once more Iâd gotten my hopes up, and once more Iâd seen that there was no one who really cared. Itâs so easy for people to talk and say that theyâll be there for you, but when it came down to it, they are always too busy for you. Adults…they are so fake.
And yet, that was not enough for me to give up hope that maybe he would call and say that there had been a fire, an accident, or someone had been taken ill and had kept him from going. I even refrained from going online to the BookNrds chat room in case Tony called (this was back in the AOL dial-up days).
But it was no use hopingâafter all, I was just a stupid kid.
Part 22 – If You Only Knew