JAMES AND ANA, PART III
When he brought the Walmart bags to her he told her, "Nice luggage. Matching, too". And then hurried for the kitchen to avoid any possible reprisals. After all, he was just trying to lighten the mood a little and then he paused after realizing that he was being nice to her and was actually enjoying it. This surprised him to no end when he realized that he was interacting and even joking somewhat with another human, but did not mention it nor did he dwell on the fact right then, but he did know it was something to consider. Could it mean he might be coming out of his funk? Might this lovely creature and her situation be helping him in some way? He doubted it, but it was possible. Rolf had been a big help and was a great listener, but seemed to only speak when he was hungry or wanted to go out or maybe just wanting a little attention.
After she had showered and dressed and was seated at the table, she thanked him for rescuing her the previous night. He told her the rescue was just a part of the neighborly service he offered, but that it looked like she owed him a new dog after the way she stole Rolf from him so brazen and callously. She looked at him funny and with a questioning look asked him how long he had lived there and how long he had had Rolf. She also asked him what kind of a stupid name Rolf was as she had never heard of it or anything like it so he explained about the noise he had made that time when he first got him and named him accordingly. Sort of a guy thing if you will. She gave him a very funny look but did not say anything about it.
James said "I'll tell you mine if you will tell me yours." But his smile was wiped off his face quickly when she glared at him and demanded he explain what he meant by that remark. James looked at her with disbelief on his face and malice in his voice when he said, "Damn, Lady, lighten up some. I was simply making light of the situation we are in. What I meant was that both of us seem to be real uptight and either running away or hiding from something or someone, and I meant that I would tell my story for the first time anywhere if you want to hear it and in return I would gladly listen to yours and if need be we could cry on each other's shoulders and into our beer together. And just what is your name, and if I make you that uncomfortable, I will loan you a pair of snowshoes and a heavy coat and send you on your way. Now, if you are really that uptight then good luck in life and in ever holding onto a man and you need to be prepared for life with your only friends being dried up old lesbians and other misfits."
"Now, my name is Michael James Crawford but I go by James as there were several Michaels in my family. I own this place and the 8 square miles around it so that I can have the solitude I have been desiring since some drugged out Mexican illegal driving an 18-wheeled semi killed my whole family meaning my wife, my mom, my dad, and my three daughters and himself with that out of control semi. He ran over their car while spaced out on the drugs his employer gave to the drivers so they could drive longer without regard for the safety of others nor any laws on any book anywhere. He went bankrupt as soon as I filed my lawsuit and I suddenly owned a trucking company and it sold to a competitor of his in a matter of days for enough to buy this place and seek the solitude I desired. I have avoided any extraneous contact with anyone at all ever since the funeral. I have had what I had hoped was a trusty and loyal pet in the works until you Shanghaied him the way you did last night. For your information, there is something about you that he liked as soon as I brought you into the house and put you on the bed and he sniffed at your face and breath. He doesn't even get on the bed to sleep with me, and I do not snore. Now, do want to take a turn or do I go out to the barn to hunt for those snowshoes?"
She said "My name is Ana Marie Webster and that is with one N, and before I begin, let me ask you one simple question. What did you do for a living before all this? I have never had my ass chewed as thoroughly as what I just received and I guess I needed it, and I apologize and the prospect of a 60-mile trip in the cold on show shoes had nothing to do with my decision. Can we be friends or at least sorta friends for the time being?"
"Want to kiss and make up?" he asked smiling.
"Shake," holding out her hand.
"Spoilsport."
"You'll live, now answer my question, please."
"Nothing real glamorous. I was project manager on quite a few refinery and water plant construction projects. Most recently in Cape Town, South Africa. I have done them all over the world and will give you an annotated list later if you want one. Your turn." This brought a smile to her face and it looked like she was thawing just a tad.
"Traveling the world on someone else's dimes' and getting paid for it to boot is not glamorous? Give me a break. I have barely been out of my own state. Now, if I have not figured it out before hand, then later this evening I want to know if you are showing a dry sense of humor and wit or if you really are as cynical as you try to make out. Okay, I was married once to my high school sweetheart. We had known each other since birth as we were both born the same day about 3 hours apart, so since that nursery we were together through thick and thin. Neither of us ever dated anyone else and it seemed as it was pre-ordained that we be together. Matt had had to join ROTC to get his education paid for as there was no way his parents could afford to send him to college for four years. After graduation, he was commissioned a Second Lieutenant in the army and given a 15-day leave with a 6-day delay in route for travel time they called it. We married and took a short trip as that was all we could afford at the time, saying we would take a real trip when he returned. Then it was off to Officer Basic and then a deployment to Iraq. He was killed in a major battle with the Taliban and died a hero receiving a Silver Star for his actions. He was killed about 4 months into his 12-month deployment. He got killed, a Silver Star and a spot in Arlington. I got $200,000 and a hole in my heart and life you could drive a truck through. I was devastated just like you were and locked myself away for maybe 5 years or so. I had the proceeds from his Army insurance plus a couple of other policies, so if I was careful I could have survived for several years before having to find work.