The next year and a half was a bit of a blur. Starting that Summer, Eva and I took various classes in Educational Administration and she also had to take a couple of education classes, so I had more "free" time than she did. It was a lot of work to cram into that amount of time, but we did it. In between, we found days to drive down to Wayne and meet the staff and spent time with Joe DeMilo, the interim principal, getting an advance idea of how things ran at Wayne Day. We found out the school was even more prestigious than we had been led to believe. The school was right in the heart of the Main Line of Philly, where many of the wealthiest "old money" families lived and was one of three of the most sought after schools for families that didn't send their children to boarding schools. We wished someone would have told us, or maybe we should have looked into it more closely. We were going to be dealing with people who were very used to getting their way. Sometimes we felt like we were getting thrown to the wolves.
Cammy graduated in May and of course the three of us were there to see her graduate with high honors. That night we took her out for the best dinner we could find in the area before she went out to a party with her friends. We went with Connor back to our hotel and the next day we helped her pack up the rest of her things. Cammy was a bit hung over (OK, a LOT hung over) so Eva and I had to do a lot of the work while my sister watched Connor. Then I drove Cammy's car back to Queens with Connor next to me (kids didn't have to ride in the back in 1988) while she rode with Eva. We threw her a graduation party over the weekend and she stayed with us during the summer, relaxing with friends and a couple of guys between getting a start on her law school reading.
At the party, my vivacious sister came up to me while I manned the grill. "Jon, I can't thank you enough. You and Eva made all this possible. I couldn't have done this without you. Mom and Dad are watching from somewhere and they're very proud of you." She leaned up and kissed my cheek.
"It's you they're proud of, kiddo." I still called her that sometimes, affectionately. "Look at all you've accomplished. Ivy League education and about to start one of the finest law schools in the country. My amazing sister."
"Jon, I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you and Eva. If I had had to stay with Dad, my life would have fallen apart. You two gave me stability and a lot of love. The brains are mine. The support I needed was from you. But there's one thing I'm mad at you about."
"Mad at me? What the hell for?"
"I compare every man I meet to you, brother, and almost none of them measure up. I'm not settling for less than someone of your high quality. I'd rather be alone."
That got to me and I choked up a bit, unable to answer her for a minute. Then Connor came over to assist his dad and I found my voice. "Thank you, Cammy. That's so sweet of you to say."
"What did Aunt Cammy say to you, Dad?" Connor asked with curious eyes.
"I told your father that the man I eventually marry would have to be just like him, a great, kind and loving man. No one less will do. You've got the best parents, sweetie."
"I know that already, Aunt Cammy. We got lucky, didn't we?"
"We sure did, honey. We sure did."
"OK" I said, trying to break up my fan club before I cried in front of everyone. "Connor, take that tray of burgers inside for your mom to put on buns. Then come back for the dogs." My happy, brilliant son carried those hamburgers like a platter of precious jewels. "You're crazy, sis, you know?"
"Crazy about my brother and 'sister'. I love you both so much. And don't get me started on Connor. I may kidnap him for a weekend and take him to the Jersey Shore. Just him and me."
"Ha! That will drive off the men. Guys your age don't talk to women with kids."
"I'm not going to meet guys. I just want a weekend with my nephew. Please?"
"I'll talk to Eva, but we both know she'll be fine with it. So we just have to pick a weekend. Connor will love it. The beach and ski ball. Sounds like a lot of fun. And, as much as I adore my son, Eva and I could use a quiet weekend to ourselves."
So three weeks later, Cammy drove down to Sea Bright with Connor and Eva and I had a weekend to relax, we went to an R-rated movie and had a nice dinner in a restaurant Connor hated. And we had great sex. Dirty, lusty, fun sex.
The next year flew by. Eva's parents watched Connor a number of times so we could get caught up on schoolwork. Will got engaged to his girlfriend during Thanksgiving weekend and they set the wedding for April a year and a half away. Connor got big, tall for his age on his seventh birthday. Cammy did great her first year in law school, seven A's and a A- over the year. Of course, she was pissed about the A-.
Eva and I finished the courses we needed that May as well. We were certified for our new jobs and we decided to take a family vacation before we started to pack up the house, which had been on the market since March. We'd had a few nibbles but no serious offers. If we didn't sell by when we had to move in mid-August, Eva's parents would help with the sale.
The day after Connor finished school, June 23, the three of us flew to San Francisco for a few days, then we drove down the Pacific Coast Highway, stopping at various sites like Carmel, Monterrey, Big Sur and San Luis Obispo overnight on our way to LA. It was a great time, also spending time in Malibu and Santa Barbara, then five days in Los Angeles. Of course we had to take Connor to Disneyland. We saw a few old friends from college in LA. And while we were gone, an acceptable offer came for the house. We took it and the new owners were going to move in on October 1, six weeks after we moved.
The six weeks from when we returned to when we moved were hard. Packing memories was tough enough. Finding time to say goodbye to so many important people in our lives was even harder. We had friends from college, friends from work, even some friends from high school. Then there were relatives. You'd think we were moving to China the way people were acting. But honestly, most of them we never would see again. That's how life goes. People move on.
We weren't taking much in the way of furniture; the home on the grounds came furnished so we were only taking personal things, like artwork and other touches that made a house our home, and the things for Connor's bedroom and a family room. Every other room was furnished in a style that blended with the style of the house. It was a good-bad situation. The house was expensively decorated, but it wasn't our own taste. And that would always be a reminder that we were, in effect, mere tenants and not owners. Not that we could have afforded such a house.
From August 1st to moving day we tried to spend as much time as possible seeing the people important to us. Our closest friends from school, Karen and Mike. A few people Eva worked with. And most of all her family and my Aunt and Uncle, Annette and Phil. Since we weren't taking a lot of furniture with us, packing didn't take as much of our time as it would have under typical circumstances. What did take a lot of time was the melancholy we experienced as we packed our most personal things. Pictures and photo albums, works of art we'd bought and inherited over the years, gifty things like crystal and colored glass, which we loved. They all reminded us of specific people and events in our lives and there was a natural sadness that came with packing those things to move. What we weren't taking, most of our furniture and small appliances Phyllis and Harold were going to try to sell.
August 13 we went out with a large group of friends, who refused to let us contribute to the huge dinner and liquor bill since we were the guests of honor. It was a boozy night, though Eva and I kept from drinking too much since we had things to do the next day. But that didn't stop us from being very playful when we got home. Connors room was thankfully far enough away from ours and he didn't hear a sound of his father attacking his giggling mother.
The 14th, our last full day in Queens, we stopped at some favorite places: our favorite bagel store; our favorite pizza (Amore of course) and for dinner, fourteen of us met for dinner at, drumroll please...Marco's. Eva, Connor and I, Phyllis and Harold, Will and his fiance and Walt and his girlfriend, and Aunt Annette and Uncle Phil and Nick and my cousins Nick and Jerrold. And Cammy of course, who was living with us during the Summer. Ten people all to say goodbye to Eva, Connor and I. The three of us were crying but there were calls for me to make a speech.
"I don't know what we're going to do without all of you nearby. You're all the very best family anyone could ask for in their lives. When things were at their darkest, when my mom got sick and my dad had his troubles, you were all there for me and Cammy, and for Eva, who was the anchor in my life. My love," I said, turning to Eva for a minute, "you saved me and you saved my sister. We couldn't have gotten through that time without you." Then I turned back to everyone else. "And we couldn't have made it though without all of you good people. You're all amazing in your own way. And you're all invited to visit us whenever you want...within reason." That got a few laughs. "Seriously, you're the best family there is and you're all special to us. We love you and we're going to miss you. So don't be strangers, because it will probably be December before we can get back to New York to see you."
There were a lot of tears around the table. Eva got up and kissed me, a very passionate kiss in front of our loved ones. Then I got Connor up and we both kissed his cheeks. He didn't mind at all; he was a sweet, loving kid and still is to this day, though he's hardly a kid anymore.
When we left there were a lot of kisses from everyone and it took a while for us to get to our car. Eva was crying heavy tears; she was leaving her parents and brothers behind and it was hitting her hard. Leave it to Connor to get his mother's mind off her sorrow. "Mom, Dad, could you tell me what my other grandparents were like? I'd really like to know." It was something we'd talked about before, but he knew this would help his mother, even if he heard everything for a second or third time over. Eva dried her eyes with a tissue and we both told him what wonderful people they were. We left out certain facts about the last years of his grandfathers' life; maybe when he was an adult it would be time to talk about that. Not at seven years of age. I told a few stories from my childhood, funny stories, like how my mother loved to sing even though she couldn't carry a tune. How when I was young, until I was ten, my dad smoked these godawful smelling cigars, How they loved to take me and my sister to the Bronx Zoo every year, like Eva and I did with our son the last three years. All nice memories that made me long for my parents.