Reggie's funeral was held the following Thursday and his body was laid to rest. Natasha suffered a new bout of grief as she reflected on what she had lost. That night, Natasha vowed to Vera that Reggie was her soul mate and she had lost all; so she was not going to have sex ever again. She would dedicate her upcoming musical career to his memory. Vera grimly sighed at the naΓ―ve statement, but didn't say anything. She chalked it up as a period of sorrow her youthful daughter was enduring, the likes of which she had never experienced before.
Three days later, on Sunday morning, Vera had a surprise for Natasha.
"Come on Natasha, honey, get dressed. A real estate agent is coming to pick us up to show us some houses."
"What? What are you talking about Mom?"
"I have contacted a real estate agent about purchasing a home. I listed my desires, with the most important that it be conveniently located for travel to Northwestern University, for your school, and for travel downtown, for my work. As a result, the agent has lined up four houses for us to examine. Since you will be living in it for at least awhile as well, I would not want to choose a home that would not suit you."
"My God Mom, you have never mentioned a word. I thought you were going to live here forever. You seem so content with living with Ruth and Alisha. What's brought this on so suddenly?"
"Well Natasha, perhaps I ought to review some things about my life as well as tell you some things I haven't really told you before, so that you can understand my decision. Despite having lived here on Excalibur Street for over eighteen years; more years than I have lived with my parents and family, I was always under the mind set that this place was a temporary living arrangement for me. Ruth offered me temporary shelter when I was pregnant with you. Then when my father made it clear he would not welcome me back with a child, Ruth converted the offer of temporary shelter to allow me to live here on a permanent basis.
"I reconciled with my father when you were four, but there was no question of us moving back to Mississippi, as I was now completely settled in Chicago. However when we were visiting my parents then, I got in touch with Larry Grant, your biological father, to advise him of your existence. He thought that I had obtained an abortion since he had given me money to do so. Now I never intended to get an abortion, so I felt I had fooled Larry and because of that I did not tell him about you. However I realized it was not fair to you or to him that I keep silent and thus the opportunity to inform him about you came about during that visit.
"Larry was not happy and did not want anything to do with us, especially since he was about to marry Pamela Rose. I have told you all this before, but it bears repeating. Larry started then paying me child support, a very substantial and generous sum indeed, but the main proviso was that we were not to intrude on his life."
Natasha interrupted:
"Yes, I know, and it is the one thing about my life I cannot fathom. I really do not understand why he does not want to know anything about me. However when you first fully told me about the circumstances of my birth I realized I had no desire to meet him. It is hard for me to contemplate a relationship with him, a man who would have preferred that I would not have been born."
Vera replied:
"Well to be fair to Larry, when I sprung the news of your existence on him, he was in the midst of probably the highest point of his life. He had just signed which up to then had been the most lucrative NFL contract ever negotiated, and he was engaged to marry Pamela Rose. It is no wonder that news of your existence would be upsetting to him. I suspect the generous child support he paid was his way of making amends."
Vera continued:
"In any case, with the money I began receiving I obviously had the financial wherewithal to move out of here. However Ruth told me I was welcome to continue to stay. I guess I was selfish and too lazy to move out. I like living with Ruth and Alisha and it sure was convenient to have the availability of their babysitting help."
Natasha protested her mom's self-degradation:
"You lazy? Come off it, Mom you are the most industrious woman I know. Be reasonable- you were about as old as I am now and I sure as hell have no ambition at this time to live on my own, especially now with Reggie gone."
Vera replied:
"Be that as it may, I really should have gotten a home about six years ago, when I finished my education and certainly three years ago when I started the firm with Walter. However, starting a new job and then starting my new firm took all my energies. I did not relish the bother of establishing a new home competing with the time I needed to make my work and then my business a success. Once again it was convenient for me not to seek a new residence. Besides most of the entertaining our firm does is at Walter's place, though I realize that is unfair to he and his wife and family.
"So now finally, I feel I must move. Had Reggie not died I would have given you the option of staying here. As that's not the case, I think you would be happier if we do move away so you will not have constant reminders of Reggie to keep you depressed."
Natasha replied:
"Well you have a point there. But what does Ruth say? Have you told her?"
"Yes I have been discussing our move for some time with her and she understands. As a matter of fact, she is going to move soon as well. She has had a terrific career as at nurse anesthetist at North Central Memorial such that a headhunter recently approached her to offer a dream job at a hospital in Arizona. Ruth accepted the new position, and will start there within six weeks. Either Jasmine or Raven is going to move back here to take over; and Alisha would remain here."
So the real estate agent picked up Vera and Natasha to show them four houses he thought would be suitable, and in accordance with Vera's requirements. Since Vera and Natasha always spoke in Russian with each other, the agent could not be in on their conversations as they were viewing the homes. Thus, without the interference of the real estate agent's agenda, Vera and Natasha were able to agree on a house to their genuinely mutual satisfaction.
The chosen house was a large three bedroom colonial of about 3000 square feet in Morton Grove. One of the bedrooms could be set up for Natasha's music room and the a huge dining room was quite suitable for corporate entertaining. It was an easy commute to either Northwestern University or the Sears Tower. In short, it was as perfect a house as they could wish.
They made an offer and, once accepted, plans were finalized to move in at beginning of April. Natasha then was grateful for the car she had received for her birthday present. She could move to Morton Grove but could finish out her last days at her private high school by commuting with her car.
Natasha's vow to remain celibate did not last long. In fact before that February ended she had sex again. As part of the application process to gain admittance to Northwestern's School of Music, she had to perform an audition at the School to determine her musical abilities before she would be formally accepted as a student.
On Friday, the last day of February, having taken the day off from her high school, she arrived at the Bienen School of Music, the name of Northwestern University's faculty of Music, and registered in the morning for her audition and other activities including a performance of a Mozart opera put on by the school for the candidate students that evening. That is how she met Professor Bolek Ostrowski.
Bolek taught Music Theory and was one of the instructors assigned the task of conducting these auditions. When Natasha appeared and performed a Beethoven Sonata he was astounded by two things. Firstly, Natasha played the violin about as perfectly as he had ever heard the violin played. Not only was her playing technically flawless but there was a passion in the performance that was rare amongst musicians. And secondly she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. He knew he had to have her.
After Natasha had finished, Bolek beckoned her to approach him and said: