Walter called again the night after their skating adventure. He called every night and by Tuesday he was asking Eileen about her plans for the following weekend. Some faint cramps and a quick calculation told her that the 'curse' was due to strike by Friday and she would be 'out of action' for the weekend.
Eileen tried to think of an easy way to tell Walter that she was anxious to see him again, but that she wouldn't be 'available' for the activities that she knew that they both wanted to do. So, she decided that being 'up-front' was going to be the way that she would be with him. So, on Wednesday when he called, Eileen said: "Walter, do you want to bother driving all the way down here on Saturday?
Walter: "Why? I would really like to see you again."
Eileen: "Well, I will be 'out of action', if you know what I mean."
Walter: "You won't be there?"
Eileen: "Oh I'll be here but I will . . . Walter, it's my time of the month."
Walter: "Lady, you sound like it's a bad thing. It's just part of life; besides, I want to be with you, if you'll let me."
Eileen registered the word 'Lady'. It was the first time that Walter had called her that. He always just says 'Eileen'. She liked the term and the way that he said it. "You're always welcome here, I was just unsure if you wanted to make that long drive if we couldn't . . . you know."
Walter: "The 'you know' is obviously a big part of our lives, but it's not the only thing. I really enjoy being with you. Being with some of your parts is also great, but it's you that I would like to be with Saturday. Besides, it might give me a chance to meet and get to know your son, Ian."
Eileen: "Ian will be with his father this weekend. He picks him up Friday night or Saturday mornings and brings him back Sunday afternoon."
Walter: "OK, but can I still come to see you?"
Eileen: "Want to meet my parents?"
Walter: "Didn't I meet them at that cookout last summer?"
Eileen: "Do you remember them?"
Walter: "Actually . . . no. But I could pretend that I do."
Eileen: "Yes, please come Saturday, how about if I make us a dinner? I could invite Mum and Pappy over and we could all eat together."
Walter: "That sounds great; I'll bring the wine, red or white?"
Eileen: "I don't know, what goes with corned beef?"
Walter: "I'm not sure, I'll ask the guy at the Class-six store" (Military base liquor store).
Eileen: "Walter, you are such a great guy, thank you for being there for me."
Walter: "Lady, I'll be anywhere for you. And Saturday I'll be there with some wine and an appetite. What time?"
Eileen: Can you be here at six?"
Walter: "Six it is. But I'll be calling again tomorrow night if that's OK."
Eileen: "Always OK. You can call anytime, even in the middle of the night, anytime."
Walter: "Great. Lady, I miss you already but I look forward to seeing you Saturday. I promise to try to be on my good behavior and to remember your parents. Goodnight, Lady."
Eileen: Good night, Walter." As she pushed the END button she whispered into the phone:' I think that I love you.'
Eileen immediately started making a list for the dinner. Corned beef and cabbage was one of her favorites and she liked making it. It was simple basic food, but she knew that Mum liked it and Pappy would devour it with lots of mustard. Mum would eventually give Pappy 'that look' that meant for him to cut back on the mustard, 'it will give him indigestion, and terrible gas!'
Friday afternoon, that rat-bastard Robert came by, right on schedule and picked up Ian for the weekend. Eileen didn't say anything to him about her plans for Saturday, only bidding her son a motherly good-bye and watching their car until it turned at the next corner. That Bimbo was sitting in the passenger seat and never got out. The bitch didn't even turn to look in Eileen's direction. The child seat was in the back seat, where it belonged. Eileen waved to Ian as they drove off, Ian was busy talking to everyone in the car but turned to smile at his mother just as they pulled out. 'See you Sunday, my love'.
Eileen spent most of Friday evening and all of Saturday morning cleaning and straightening the house. She was sure that Walter would not notice some of the mess, but Mum can be a little 'critical' and she didn't want to hear anything bad from her. The cramps were surprisingly mild this time, smiling, she thought: 'maybe all that rogering put things into their proper place'
She started preparing the dinner at about two O-Clock. It wouldn't take too long to cook, but she was anxious. She started with the spuds, peeling and washing them then letting them soak just like her mother had taught her. The rest of the dinner was started with the target of about six-thirty in mind. What to wear?
Eileen selected a house dress that had a bright floral pattern. She liked this dress and it wasn't too low cut so Mum would be happy and it wasn't too short so Pappy would not object. This time, she opted for a conservative pair of knickers and some panty hose that would give her legs a little color. Like her Mum and sisters, Eileen was very pale. 'Pasty White' is how Jennifer describes it. Nothing much can be done since tanning doesn't do much and the little tan that she can get is gone before the end of September. What about a sweater to cover those chalk-like arms? No, the sweater over a house dress would be too much 'TV mom' looking. The sweater went back into the closet. Looking in the mirror, Eileen was satisfied with the dress. 'Too bad I can't show off my ass a little' she muttered.
Mum and Pappy came through the back door, unannounced at about five-thirty. Pappy went right in, sat on the couch and put the TV on. Mum was carrying a covered bowl and announced: "Rice pudding." Eileen took the bowel and put it into the fridge. Mum announced: "Smells good in here, what time is your man-friend going to get here?"
Eileen: "I told him six."
Mum: "He's driving a long way down from the base, he must either really like you or he's really hungry. Which do you think it is?"
Eileen: "Oh Mum, let's not go there. Walter is a nice man, and I really like him. But please, don't get into the regular interrogation mode that you do, I don't want to scare him off."
Mum: "So, you really like this guy, then?"
Eileen: "See, you're starting already, on me. Please?"
Mum: "OK, I'll be good. But you can't expect me not to be concerned, after all, you're track record on selecting men isn't so good, you know."