The Education of Sebastian & the Education of Caroline

by Jane Harvey-Berrick

  “I should hope not!” said Donna, severely.

  “Oh, come on, Donna. You were young once. You’ve got two sons: you know what teenage boys are like. They think about sex every other second—or more often than that. You saw their faces when Brenda arrived—and what she practically wasn’t wearing. I wouldn’t be surprised if every dick within a hundred yards leapt to attention and saluted when she fiddled with her bikini strap. Which of them can say no when it’s offered up on a plate like that? I mean, I’ve tried to talk to Ches about waiting until he’s in love and respect for women and all that, but I’m definitely swimming against the tide there—and I’m probably too late anyway. Mostly I hope he’s being safe: I don’t relish the thought of being a grandmother just yet.”

  Donna shook her head but it was clear she didn’t agree with Shirley’s more liberal views. “I think I’d be a nervous wreck if I’d had daughters instead of sons. And their father would have kept them locked up until they’d graduated college … or possibly longer.”

  Just then my phone beeped. I decided to ignore it. Donna glanced at me, a quizzical expression on her face.

  “It’s probably David making sure I’ve done the dry-cleaning,” I said, trying and failing to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

  She smiled.

  “Yes, Johan said something about a formal dinner at the mess tomorrow. I don’t think he was very keen, having been away for two nights. But who expects the military to be sympathetic to us poor wives?”

  Shirley nodded in agreement and the topic moved on to other wives and partners who had dropped by to say hello during the course of the afternoon.

  “I think Bill enjoyed himself today,” said Shirley. “I haven’t seen him like that since before he and Denise got divorced.”

  “How long have he and Mitch been friends?”

  “Oh, ever since we came to San Diego: so it must be at least four years—we wanted Ches to have some consistency through high school.”

  I leaned back in my seat as the conversation continued, letting the tiredness wash over me. I was almost asleep by the time Donna pulled up outside my house.

  “Did David mention that I was picking them both up at the airport?” she said.

  “Oh, I probably should have read David’s text,” I said, guiltily.

  “Never mind,” she said, smiling at me. “You’ve got enough on your mind remembering the dry-cleaning.”

  I laughed, although I knew the tone was a little off.

  “And I have to get into town. Well, thanks for a lovely day, both of you. And thanks for the ride—and for looking after me.”

  I gave Donna a quick hug and blew a kiss to Shirley.

  “Our pleasure, Caroline,” said Donna.

  “We must have another coffee soon,” agreed Shirley. “Maybe at the country club?”

  I had no intention of ever going near the place again but I smiled wanly. I waved them goodbye and watched them drive out of sight. They really had been very kind to me. I’d be sorry to leave them behind.

  Tiredly, I got into my own car and headed to the dry-cleaners. My phone beeped for a second time but I ignored it.

  David’s uniform was ready, the woman at the dry-cleaners proudly informing me that it was their patriotic duty to give precedence to the military. I smiled thinly and thanked her, tossing the plastic-wrapped uniform into the trunk. I was so tired I was about ready to fall asleep at the wheel.

  I parked as close to City Beat as I could and jogged the block and a half to the offices.

  The reception was in darkness and the door was locked. I rang the buzzer for the intercom and was just considering the wisdom of dropping the films into the mailbox when I saw Carl striding toward the door.

  “Carolina, hi! Good to see you! You look well—you’ve got some color on your beach day.”

  I realized too late that appearing in a shorts and a skimpy t-shirt wasn’t the most professional attire.

  “Oh, yes,” I agreed awkwardly. “It was a lovely day—everyone enjoyed themselves.”

  “Did your husband enjoy it?”

  His question threw me off balance.

  “Um, well, no. He’s away at a medical symposium at the moment.”

  “Oh, that’s a pity,” said Carl, although if his expression was anything to go by, that was the opposite of what he really thought. “Well, perhaps you’d like to join me for a quick drink? I was just about finished here anyway.”

  I’d definitely given him the wrong impression wearing my beach shorts.

  “That’s kind, Carl,” I replied quickly, “but actually I have to go pick him up at the airport now.”

  He looked disappointed.

  “Are you sure you haven’t got time for one quick drink?”

  “Sorry. I really have to go.”

  “Okay, well … I guess I’ll see you.”

  “Sure. Have a good evening. I’ll be interested to see how the photographs turn out.”

  “Drop by any time.”

  I waved hurriedly and made my escape. My beat up old Ford made a good stand-in for a sanctuary.

  I decided I’d better check my phone to see what commands from on high David had sent this time.

  But the texts weren’t from David, they were from Sebastian. My heart shuddered, an intense mixture of pain and pleasure. With trembling hands I opened my phone. To my surprise, there were three texts, each one more urgent than the last.

  * Where are you? *

  * I need to talk to you. Where are you? *

  And the last one.

  * I’m going to your house NOW *

  I gasped and, although I tried to beat it back, hope flared suddenly and brilliantly. It was so confusing—I was still burning with anger and jealousy. He’d left me at the picnic for that girl.

  I glanced at my watch—it was just after 9 pm. Donna would be at the airport by now. Another 30 minutes and David would be walking through our front door. It would take me more than 20 minutes to drive home. I did the math.

  Fuck.

  By now my hands were shaking so badly it took me three attempts to scroll through to find Sebastian’s number on my cell.

  The phone rang, and rang, and rang. And then it switched to voicemail.

  I hung up and tried again. This time it went immediately to voicemail. This time I left a message.

  “Sebastian, do not, repeat DO NOT go to my house. I’m downtown and David will be home any minute. Please, please don’t go.”

  I had no idea if he’d get the message or, if he did, whether he’d do as I asked. And then I started to feel angry—really angry. He was the one who’d gone off with his ex-girlfriend; he was the one who was threatening to go to my home just as David was due back.

  Maybe my anger was unreasonable but it didn’t feel like it, and right there and then, I needed it.

  I drove home as fast as I dared. I didn’t have those get-out-of-jail-free military plates on my car, and I couldn’t risk getting stopped for speeding now.

  I screeched onto the driveway, relieved that the house was dark and silent. I’d beaten David home, at the very least.

  I nearly leapt out of my skin when I heard Sebastian’s voice in the darkness.

  “Where were you?”

  “Sebastian!” I hissed. “You can’t be here! David will be home any second!”

  “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

  His voice was tight with anger.

  Well, fuck him! I was pretty damned angry, too!

  I shoved the key in the lock and pushed the front door open.

  “Get in!” I snarled. “Before someone sees you!”

  He pushed past me and I slammed the door shut behind him.

  “You can’t be here!” I repeated.

  He didn’t answer but suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him. Without warning, he kissed me fiercely, forcing his lips against mine.

  My body started to respond, but anger and fear had the upper hand. I shoved him h
ard in the chest. He let go, his hands dropping to his side, his face shocked.

  “Caro!”

  “I mean it, Sebastian. I want you to go. Now!”

  His voice turned pleading, the words tripping over themselves.

  “I need to talk to you, Caro. You just disappeared. I didn’t know where you were. I know how it must have looked … with Brenda … but it was nothing. I promise. She was upset and I couldn’t ignore her, could I?”

  Yes, you could! I wanted to yell at him.

  “Why did you just go? Why didn’t you talk to me? You could have called me! Please! I love you!”

  I didn’t know what to believe. I did know what I’d seen.

  Blue-white car headlights suddenly flooded the hallway and I heard the sound of Donna’s station wagon pulling up outside.

  “For the love of God, Sebastian! Just go!”

  “When will I see you? Caro, please!”

  “I don’t know. Just go. Just get out!” I yelled.

  He gave me one, last, tortured look, then turned and ran into the kitchen. I heard him fumbling with the lock on the back door as I moved swiftly through the house turning on lights.

  My heart was hammering so loudly in my chest that I barely heard the sharp rap on the front door.

  Breathless, I snatched it open.

  “You are in then, Caroline. I was beginning to wonder.”

  His tone was brusque. It was just what I needed to hear—and I snapped out of my funk.

  “I haven’t been in long—I had to drop off some films I took at the fun day to City Beat. How was your flight? Can I get you a coffee?”

  “You know I can’t drink caffeine at this time of night, Caroline.”

  “A glass of wine, then?”

  “I don’t need to drink every day—not like you.”

  I blinked. This was a new and interesting development. Now I was an alcoholic? I almost laughed. And then I had an epiphany: I wasn’t scared of him anymore.

  “Well, I’m glad to see the flight didn’t affect your good mood, David. I’m going to have a glass of wine. Let me know if I can get you anything.”

  I left him gaping in our hallway.

  Eventually I heard him stomp up the stairs with his bags. My adrenaline rush over, I felt a little shaky. I hadn’t eaten much at the picnic but now I was ravenous.

  Scrabbling through the fridge, I found a jar of peanut butter. I’d bought it for David, not really being a fan, but right now it was just what I needed. I found a dessert spoon and dug in.

  I remembered that only this morning Sebastian had told me that he liked peanut butter. Was that really just this morning? It seemed a lifetime ago. In some ways it was.

  I started to feel bad for the way I’d spoken to him. I’d thought he was behaving recklessly to insist on coming to my house and taking such a huge risk. Yes, that was foolish, but, truthfully, I was the one who’d behaved badly. He’d looked so hurt as he’d left. No, damn it! I was right to be angry.

  My emotions whirled around, reeling from sadness to anger and back again. It was sometime later when I realized that David was being unusually quiet.

  I walked upstairs and found him already under the sheets, his dirty clothes scattered on my side of the bed.

  When it came down to it, I had to admit that David had Sebastian beaten in the behaving-childishly stakes.

  I headed for the guest room. It was cool and calm and untainted by any association with David or any memory of Sebastian. Before I set my phone alarm to wake me in the morning, I wondered briefly about texting Sebastian, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say.

  I fell asleep with the pain on his face burned into my eyes.

  CHAPTER 13

  David was sulky at breakfast. What a shocker.

  Without comment, I served him bacon, pancakes and eggs, pointed out his dry-cleaned uniform and calmly sat down with a slice of toast at my laptop.

  I could feel his eyes on me, a silent castigation. Well, as long as it remained silent, that was just fine by me.

  True to form, he flounced out of the house without speaking to me. I noticed he took his dress uniform so, with a bit of luck, I wouldn’t see him until tomorrow. A twenty-four hour reprieve I could definitely use.

  Before I faced David, it was time to man up and face Sebastian. I sure as hell wasn’t going to apologize for what I’d said last night but we needed to talk. At least, I thought we did. Whatever had happened between him and Brenda, or not happened as he’d insisted … whatever the rights and wrongs of him risking our exposure by coming here last night, I was supposed to be the adult in this relationship. I decided I was going to let him go with a few shreds of my dignity intact.

  I pulled out my phone to text him.

  Texts were such a useful medium: they could say so much or so little—and yet they side-stepped all the screwed up emotions of a face-to-face encounter. I could see why dumping someone by text was so popular: it was the coward’s correspondence method of choice. Well … perfect for me, then.

  I was about to type a message when I heard a soft tap at the back door. It seemed Sebastian had beaten me to the punch. At least he wasn’t going to dump me by text. I supposed that was a good thing.

  God, he was so beautiful. I couldn’t help taking one long, last, devouring look.

  Even if this was goodbye, I felt lucky to have had him in my life. Knowingly or not, he’d been the catalyst for changing my life. I’d always be grateful.

  “Hi. You want to come in?”

  He nodded silently and I pushed the door open wide to let him through.

  “I’m just having a coffee: do you want one?”

  “Why are you being like this?” he whispered.

  “Being like what?” I said, coolly.

  “Like … this!” he gestured helplessly.

  His voice pierced my carefully constructed façade—he sounded so bruised. I sat at the table, warming my cold hands on my coffee mug. I began my pre-prepared speech.

  “I’m sorry I disappeared without saying goodbye. I didn’t mean for you to worry. I saw you with Brenda and … I thought it was better for me to go.”

  “I knew it! I knew that was it! Fuck, Caro!”

  He sat down opposite me and rubbed his hands over his face.

  “It was nothing with Brenda. Nothing! Why are you being like this?”

  Oh no, he didn’t get to be the injured party.

  “It didn’t look like nothing,” I hissed, my careful control sliding away. “You say you love me and then you just walk off with Brenda? Do you have the slightest idea how much that hurt? Do you? You entered into a relationship with me knowing that I’m a married woman. But it’s okay for you to get mad with my husband, and it’s okay for you to sulk when Bill pretends to flirt with me, and you tell me how upset you are that you can’t be with me in public at the stupid fun day … but you know what, Sebastian? This is what you signed on for. With me. I sure didn’t sign on to see you going off with some girl. Did you really think it was okay for you to take a nice, romantic stroll along the beach with your ex-girlfriend who obviously has feelings for you and wants you back? Did you? Because it isn’t okay. It really isn’t.”

  “Wow. You’re … you’re really angry. Caro…”

  No shit!

  I glared at him and he dropped his eyes to the table, sighing heavily.

  “I’m sorry. I am. It’s just … Brenda is … was … I guess I knew she might be there yesterday. Her dad’s a buddy of Mitch. I should have said something … I get that now … but I didn’t know what to say … I mean, I broke up with her months ago before I even met you again so I didn’t think it would matter if she did … but I didn’t know she was going to… I’m not interested in her, so it didn’t ... how can you…”

  He took a deep breath.

  “Caro, I’ve said to you over and over again that I love you. You never say … why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you trust me? I’d never, never do anything to hurt you. I love yo
u.”

  “You did hurt me, Sebastian,” I said, gravely. “You hurt me a lot. You say you’d never do anything to hurt me but then you go ahead and do something like this.”

  I thought he was going to reach out for me, but then he closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly.

  “God, Caro, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just … I didn’t know what Brenda was going to say and I didn’t want you to have to sit there and listen to it. I thought … I thought I was doing the right thing—getting her out of the way. And … she was upset and I guess … I felt like I owed her or something. She’s been having a really tough time since…”

  He stopped. It was probably the look on my face. I so didn’t want to hear him telling me how he owed his slutty ex-girlfriend and that he still cared enough about her not to want to upset her. But it was okay to upset me.

  I sighed. I knew that wasn’t what he’d intended. He’d obviously thought that getting her out of my way was the best solution if she was going to start babbling about wanting him back. Sometimes he was just too damn nice for his own good.

  “Caro, I’m sorry. Please, please don’t be mad at me. I love you.”

  His voice trembled and his eyes begged me to believe him. And I did. I just wasn’t sure I believed in us.

  I reached over and took his hands in mine, my resolve a little shaken by his renewed declaration.

  But it was a mistake: the warmth of his skin, the touch of flesh on flesh—my whole body flushed with desire. The prepared speech died on my lips.

  “You looked so good together.” I choked out the admission.

  He shook his head slowly, his scared eyes fixed on mine.

  “And then … the others were saying how nice she was—and pretty—and that you’d made a great couple and … I couldn’t help agreeing with them. And I saw the way she was with you. She made it pretty damn obvious she wants to get back with you. I guess I couldn’t blame her. Or you. And … you don’t need all … all my emotional baggage. You should be with Brenda—or someone like her … someone your own age. And … I saw you! I saw you with her—how you were with her—holding her like that.”

  He pulled my hands to his face and kissed the palms gently.