I had another night of restlessness, but this time I was plagued by nightmares. I dreamt I was drowning and woke up gasping for air. I managed to fall back asleep, but then I dreamt my tooth was loose and when I started wiggling it the tooth fell right out in my hands, only to then have all my teeth start falling out. I was relieved to wake up and feel my teeth still intact, but it was four in the morning and I couldn't fall back to sleep. I read some, and then decided to go for a run before work because I was so antsy and there isn't much you can do at five a.m.
I put on my new running shoes I got from Thomas, along with my soccer shorts and a t-shirt. It was already warm even though the sun was just coming up. The air was heavy with humidity and there were less people around than usual, but New York never sleeps so there was still some activity. I decided to run to the park. I don't really run like a jogger: I am used to playing soccer, so I think I started out too fast and had to slow down and find a pace I could sustain. My mind was busy, thinking about Alicia and what a shock she had given me. It could have been much worse. I worried about the future and what was going to happen and felt really helpless and angry about it.
After showering and eating, I sent a text to her mom's phone. "How's she doing today?"
Janice texted back, "She is recovering well and they might release her tomorrow."
I texted, "Can you tell her I will visit after work?"
I waited a few seconds before seeing the text, "Hey, it's me. Yes, please come soon! I miss you! But sorry, no salsa tonight."
I forgot we had a date and couldn't believe how much things had changed since that good memory of dancing in her living room. I texted back, "Plenty of time for that. Just get better, Dream-Girl."
* * * * *
Work was easy. Don basically just walked the job with me and went over the plans and told me about the two new guys I would be in charge of on Monday. One was a young low-skilled general laborer, the other an experienced guy who Don said will be making a good wage - and that I should keep an eye on him to make sure he was earning it. "What about Lenny?" I asked.
"He's gonna' have four guys under him."
"Whoa."
Don continued to go over specific plans for the week and I asked a lot of questions and took notes using the new clipboard he had given me. When Don showed me the architect's rendering of what the loft would look like when finished, I got really excited. When he told me we were done at noon, I was even more excited, since I was anxious to get to the hospital.
But I wanted to run a few errands, like get a new backpack and return the one Louisa had lent me. I also planned to go by the flower shop. I knew they sold flowers at the hospital, but I wanted to give Tracy my business.
"Hey," she greeted me when I entered her store. "Let me guess: things have progressed to red-rose-level?"
"Uh, well... maybe, but that doesn't seem appropriate today. I'm not sure what I want today."
"Hmmm. I'm not sure how to interpret that." Tracy got up off her stool and asked, "What catches your eye?"
"Besides that tattoo on your side?" I teased her. Tracy was wearing a shirt that was shredded on both sides and I could see a large tattoo on her torso. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a large dragon going down her side, the head obviously hidden under her shorts.
"This was my first," she offered.
"So you didn't just walk into a tattoo shop a little buzzed and pick a cute little butterfly off the wall. You went 'all-in' from the start."
"Yeah, that's my style," Tracy laughed.
"Hey, I don't think I ever told you how much I liked
The Buffalo Hunter
."
"You read that book?"
"Yeah, it was really good, really incredibly intense."
"I know, right?" Tracy pushed her glasses up her nose, a super cute and nerdy gesture, and said, "I'm trying to write a book, you know."
"Yeah, you said that. How's that going?"
"I think it's good, but I could really use some feedback."
"I'll check it out. I'm not an expert, but I read a lot and I know what I like."
"Really, you will?" Her face got excited. "Can I email it to you?"
"I don't have a computer," I admitted.
"Well I'll just print out the first chapter for you now. And if you want more you'll have to come see me again. Oh, and to buy flowers for your girlfriend too, of course," she added. Tracy went back behind the counter and started printing while I looked around. I thought about "What catches your eye?" and I kept going back to these pink and white flowers.
Tracy came back with a stack of papers and seeing what I was looking at said, "Peonies. What do you think it is attracting you to them?"
"Well, they look really pretty, extremely feminine, and incredibly fragile."
"Touch one, Ray." I did and was surprised. The flowers looked like tissue paper, like they would crumble if I touched them, and it is true the petals were very soft and delicate. But the flowers themselves felt really hearty, like a dense ball, much stronger than I imagined.
"I love those flowers," Tracy said.
"Me too," and I handed her a twenty and let her do her magic with flowers and green leafy stuff and bows. I thanked my friend as I folded her other masterpiece in half and put it in my backpack. "Thanks for trusting me to read your book."