I watched as Penny crawled into bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.
I figured I'd pop in on Peterson to get to know him better. The first thing I noticed about his apartment was how Spartan it was. It was plain to see it could sure use a woman's touch. There were no pictures on the walls, no personal mementos lying about, just a couch, a rather large chair and a coffee table.
Peterson sat on the couch going through some papers that were piled on the coffee table. I glanced at the clock and it was almost midnight and he was still working ... a workaholic, huh ... well that didn't bode well for old Peterson's chances with Penny. After all, I was supposed to see that she was happy, how could she be happy being frozen out by paperwork all the time?
So I sat myself down in the chair and waited for Peterson to finish. It wasn't long before he was done and he leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and I thought I saw a cloud of sadness cross his face.
He got up and went to a credenza and poured himself a scotch. Reaching down he opened a drawer in the credenza and pulled out a photograph. As I walked up behind him I saw it was a picture of him with a lovely young lady. They were laughing and had their arms around each other.
Peterson stood there sipping the scotch and looking at the picture for several minutes. He swallowed down the last of the scotch and carried the photograph over to the couch. He dropped down on the couch and gave the photo a sad smile. "Well Mattie," he began, "I think it's finally happened. You said it would and I didn't believe you. I think I may have met someone special, someone I'd at least like to get to know a little bit better so I've invited her out to dinner on Saturday night. I think you'd like her, Mattie, she's smart and funny."
I saw a single tear run down his face, "Why did you have to die? Why did you leave me alone like this."
I realized I was not alone. Beside me was a young woman looking at Peterson with sorrow and concern on her face. I knew from the photo it was Mattie. I didn't know what to say so I uncharacteristically kept quiet for a few moments, finally she said, "Poor Derek. He's been alone for a long time."
"Are you trying to be 'accepted' too?" I asked.
"No," she chuckled, "I was accepted a little over a year ago. I got sick and died and went to the highest plain. I just stop by and see Derek every now and then, when I feel he's sad or hurting. He's hurting now, he's thinking that somehow he'll be cheating on me if he gets involved with that other woman. Of course, that's silly, but that's what he's feeling."
"My name is Chris, by the way, it's nice to meet you Mattie."
"I'm pleased to meet you too. Tell me, can Derek hear you?"
"Not really hear, but somehow the things I whisper seem to him like his own ideas or something."
"Good. I want you to tell him it's okay. That I'm happy here and I want him to be happy too. Tell him that it's okay to love again."
I sat down on the couch beside Peterson ... Derek ... and collected my thoughts. Finally I whispered, "Mattie was a great girl but she's gone now. She's content where she is now and wants you to be happy ... to find love again. Penny is a great girl, too. I think you two would make a great couple. You see, Penny suffered a loss very similar to yours and she would understand how you feel. And, you're right. Penny is smart and funny ... and she's a whole lot more. You'll enjoy getting to know her."
Derek got up and put the photo back in the drawer and went to bed.
The next two days were busy for both Penny and Derek, so neither one had much time to worry about the date Saturday
Mattie was a big help. She told me more about Derek and I found myself actually liking him. Maybe they could find new love together.
Saturday finally came, it was D (date) day. It was all I could do to keep one or the other of them from calling to cancel. I bounced back and forth between the two of them all day until I felt like a damned ping-pong ball. But finally Derek was on his way to pick her up. And, the last time I popped in on Penny, she was getting dressed and getting her make-up on.
They were together finally driving toward a restaurant on the outskirts of town. I felt I deserved a break but their silence in the car screamed at me. They were both nervous.
I had to do something! So, I whispered in Penny's ear, "Turn on the stereo." She did and a CD slid in the player. The Overture from Carmen came on and she was taken by surprise. "That's one of my favorite operas, I didn't realize you were an opera enthusiast, too."
Derek laughed, "I don't know that I'd call myself an enthusiast, but yes, I like most operas. Not the Germanic ones, like the Wagners and such ... big ladies in Viking hats holding spears does nothing for me."