-19-
Looking to Sami with a sidelong glance, Jena safely piloted her car into the west-bound lanes of I-10, driving them back to the City.
"You okay?" Jena asked softly, "You can cry, Sami; it's alright for you to cry, baby."
"I'm okay, Jena," Sami replied, than snorted a bit, "I mean, as okay as I can be, I guess."
But Sami couldn't cry; Sami couldn't cry because she could feel nothing, as if her whole sensory system had shut down from the moment she hung up after calling Bonnie's dad back the morning after her sleep-over with Bea.
_______________________________
Bonnie had made the drive home to Gulfport with no problem, no problem at all. Uncle Joe and his family were already at her parents' home when she had arrived, and after a couple of hours of visiting, Bonnie told her parents that she was going to run over to visit with one of her high-school buds.
"I won't be long, Daddy," her father recounted to Sami that morning, "That's what she said, Sami, she said, 'I won't be long', his voice breaking as he said it.
Less than a mile from her home, Bonnie Sue Madison's car was t-boned at an intersection when the other driver, the drunk other driver, ran the red light and hit Bonnie's car at sixty miles an hour.
She didn't feel a thing.
Sami went into shock, her body functioning, but her mind shutting down. She didn't know how long she sat there on her bed after she told Mr. Madison that she would be there for the funeral; she wasn't sure how, yet, but she would be there.
Almost as if she was a robotron, Sami called her boss at The Grille, explaining why she couldn't be there for her shift, and he could fire her if he wanted to, but she was going to her roommate's funeral.
"Sami, take the whole weekend; do what you have to do, and Sami? I'm really sorry," Ray said sincerely. Ray liked Sami and nobody but a cruel, heartless bastard would have expected Sami to come into work under these horrible circumstances, and Ray wasn't that person.
Sami remembered nothing of the ride to Jena's apartment on her scooter, almost surprised when she realized where she was, and that she was sitting on her scoot, the motor still idling as she just sat there, the full moon lighting the sky.
Numbly walking to the door, Sami knocked, the brass knocker feeling as if it weighed a hundred pounds in her hand.
"Sami, what a pleasant sur..." Jena said with a smile when she opened the door; but the smile quickly disappeared as she took in the look on Sami's face, "Come inside, baby, what's wrong Sami? What in God's name is wrong, baby?"
And Sami told Jena of the horribleness that had happened, recanting the awful story but as if it was someone else saying the words. Jena cried as her ears heard, but her mind didn't believe, what she was hearing.
"Can you bring me to Gulfport, Jena?" Sami's voice begged, "I can't take the scooter for the trip, but I have to be there; you know I have to be there..." her voice trailing off to a whisper.
Taking Sami into her arms, rocking them both back and forth as her tears fell from her face onto Sami's hair, Jena tried her best to wrap Sami and she in a cocoon, trying to keep them protected from life's awfulness.
"Shh, shhh, baby; of course, I'll take you to Gulfport, baby, don't worry about a thing, baby, I'll get you over to Gulfport," Jena said with a heaviness that was threatening to crush the breath from her lungs.
Jena took Sami's keys from her, put her into her bed, and locking the apartment, she crawled into bed and took Sami into her arms. They held onto each other that night, in comfort, in sadness, in mourning for Bonnie, in sorrow for themselves.
And in the comfort of Jena's arms, in the darkness of that night, in the quiet of her mind, Sami-girl cursed God as she had never cursed anyone before.
Sami wanted to cry, she wanted to cry so badly that she could taste the saltiness of tears in the back of her throat; but she couldn't, no matter how much she wanted to, she just couldn't.
Sami could barely remember the services, or the trip to the cemetery; even months later, it would still be a foggy blur in her mind. She did remember, though, that when Uncle Joe hugged her and broke down in her arms, that she came the closest, then, to crying.
"I told them that I would pack up all of Bonnie's stuff for them to pick up, next week," Sami said in way of mindless conversation as Jena worked her way through the interstate traffic, heavy with people returning from the holiday.
"I'll help if you'd like, Sami, if it'd make it easier for you," Jena offered.
"Thanks, Jena, but this is something I need to do, myself; I need to, you understand, don't you?" Sami replied, "Please don't take offense."
"I don't baby, but if you need me for anything, you just know that all you have to do is call, okay?"
"I know, Jena, I know..." Sami replied as her eyes looked out of the passenger window, her eyes not seeing anything but Bonnie's sweet smile looking back at her.
__________________________________
It was just Sami now, in a room full of wonderful memories, folding and packing Bonnie's clothes into boxes that Bea obtained for her; Bea offered to help, of course, but she also understood why Sami felt she needed to do this herself.
As Sami mechanically packed the clothes and personal items away, the scent of Bonnie was everywhere; there was no escaping it, even had she wanted to. Lifting a handful of the hip-hugging panties that Bonnie favored, Sami pressed them to her nose, inhaling with all of her might, trying her damnedest to trap the memory of Bonnie's smell in her mind forever.
Meticulously, Sami went through all of Bonnie's private places, taking and storing things that Bonnie's parents should never see, or know about. Bonnie had kept the photos that Sami had taken of her in the privacy of their room; tasteful, artful nudes, but nudes nevertheless.
After triple checking everything, the last thing was Bonnie's laptop, and booting it up, Sami launched searches; Sami had Bonnie's log-on/password info, and Bonnie had had hers, as well.
Sami quickly realized that this was well beyond her capability to scrub clean, and not knowing what else to do, she called Bea.
"I'll be right down, honey, don't do anything," Bea said and then quickly leaving her room to join Sami in 204.
"I just don't know what to do, Bea; I know simply deleting the files doesn't really remove them and if somebody ever finds some of this stuff, it'd crush her parents," Sami said sadly.
Telling Sami to calm down, Bea flipped her cell open, and punched in a number.
"Jimmy, it's Bea; I need a special favor, and more importantly, I need your absolute discretion, okay?"
Taking a few minutes to explain the situation, Jimmy agreed to meet them at Sami's room, and he'd bring his self-designed, custom program to sanitize the hard drive of Bonnie's laptop.
"Okay, it's done," Jimmy said to the girls after a couple of hours, "it's restored to original settings, and I left all of her school-related stuff in place."
Bea opened her mouth to say something, when Jimmy beat her to the issue at hand when he said, "Of course, I checked all of those files, Bea; it's all school-related material, nothing personal."
Sami appreciated that he used the term 'personal' rather than 'pornographic'; her parents needed to remember the Bonnie that they had sent off to college. They didn't know the real Bonnie, Sami's Bonnie, and even if it killed her, Sami vowed that they never would.
____________________________
Sami stayed without a roommate for the rest of that summer, and she stayed to herself. She attended her classes and did her projects on cruise control, her demeanor clearly hardened to all who interacted with her.
Bea gave her space, as did Jena, though neither knew of the other. They stayed in contact with Sami, both checking in with Sami every couple of days, making sure she was taking care of herself.
Sami had spent a few nights with both Bea and Jena but not for sexual release, no, not for that; on those occasions, Sami slept with Bea and Jena, hugging tightly to their bodies, never wanting to feel unsafe, again. And Bea and Jena welcomed those nights, knowing that it was so important to Sami's mental stability to be able to have those safe feelings.
The first anniversary of Katrina came and went; the special church services, the public remembrances were held, and the world found out the horribleness of how much had not been done in way of relief or reconstruction.
Jena applied for, and received admission into the doctorate program for Microbiology, and would be staying on in New Orleans, at least for the next couple of semesters. Jeff would be away from D.C. most of time, anyway, this coming year because of his work on his Ph.D., so Jena and he decided that staying in the City to start her own Ph.D. program wasn't a bad idea.
As they had done since he stayed on at Georgetown, they would meet once a month or so for a long weekend of marital sex; more for Jeff, than for Jena.
Fall semester had started and slowly, Sami became a bit more alive, and more a part of the human race, again. But in order for her to do that, Sami took her grief and sadness over Bonnie's passing and stored it in the 'private' part of her mind, that part reserved for secrets and the like, a part of her mind that she shared with no one.
"Sami, I'd like you to meet your new roomie, Casey; Casey, meet Sami," Bea said to the girls; Sami and Casey were standing in Bea's room, both a bit uncomfortable, as if they were first graders all over again.
Casey was a junior college transfer student on a basketball scholarship; like Sami, she was tall, probably 5'11 and a 'scooch'. Unlike Sami, she was larger boned and probably weighed a good 20 lbs more than Sami. She was muscled and fit, not soft at all; Sami would later recall that Casey's muscled body reminded her of AJ, back in Memphis. She had a short, boyish hairstyle, but she didn't look 'butch', not at all; her features were far too alluring to be thought of as a 'butch'.
"Please to meet..." they both stammered at the same time, then laughing about it along with Bea.