“Then you tell me why you refuse intercourse with your husband!” he snarled.
He turned away from me, his ferocious temper barely in check.
Gingerly, I closed my laptop. My hands shook slightly as I prepared a cold pasta salad, but my brain was working feverishly, desperately trying to come up with a suitable reply, some convincing words. As usual, his molten anger silenced me.
I was furious with myself for not standing up to him. How dare he?! Then again, he’d had 11 years’ practice making me feeling inconsequential; there was certainly no reason for him to stop now.
Although he didn’t suspect the truth, I couldn’t help thinking it would be a case of when, not if. My life, once so gray and certain, was now on shifting sands. Whatever the catalyst, no one had forced me to go in the direction I’d chosen. I wasn’t sure what choices I had now, other than to wait until Sebastian was of age. If I went to a lawyer about a divorce tomorrow, how long would it be before my ‘affair’ became known? That was the crux of the problem. I was committing a crime; David’s only crime was to be born an asshole and just grow bigger.
We ate in silence and he didn’t speak to me again that evening. Nor did he try to touch me, which was a blessing.
Breakfast passed with the same cheerless routine. Perhaps we both breathed a sigh of relief when it was time for him to go to work. He flung down my appointment card as he left.
At 9.45 AM I presented myself at the OB-GYN reception. The waiting room was already full of pregnant women, toddlers and babies, each trying to make themselves heard above the din. I felt conspicuous and ill at ease. One of the women smiled kindly and raised her eyebrows in acknowledgment of the noise. She probably assumed I was newly pregnant.
What the hell was I doing here? I’d had a Pap smear just six months ago and that had come back clear. I had no menopausal symptoms and I knew David was just using this as a means of exercising his power: and I was letting him. Again.
I was ashamed of myself for being so weak. Part of me wanted to get it over with to appease him for a few more weeks; but another, newer, bolder part was telling me to stand up to him.
Somewhere a door opened and the moving air caused posters tacked to a corkboard to flutter colorfully. The notice for a women’s rights group caught my eye: ‘However we dress, wherever we go – yes means yes, and no means no’.
There was something about the simple wording that resonated: perhaps it was my turn, at last, to say no.
I took a deep breath and stood up. The appointment receptionist looked irritated to see me standing in front of her window for a second time.
“Yes, may I help you?” she said curtly, clearly having no wish to help me whatsoever.
“Yes, you may. I had an appointment for 10 AM with Dr Ravel, but I’ve decided to cancel it.”
“Cancel it?”
“That’s right. I apologize for wasting Dr Ravel’s time.” But not yours, you sour-faced cow.
“Well, that’s most irregular. Dr Ravel is a very busy woman.”
“Hence the apology.”
“Hmm, well. I can give you another appointment in five weeks and…”
“No, there’s no need. No appointment necessary. Thank you.”
And I left, leaving her puzzled and annoyed.
Damn, that felt good! Even though I knew I’d have to face David’s ire later. What the hell: I was a habitual irritation to him anyway. For the first time, it occurred to me that he might even be a happier man without me in his life. I wasn’t sure he’d see it that way, without his cook, cleaner, party organizer and occasional sexual toy, but it might even be true.
I drove out of the hospital parking lot feeling elated and jittery. I’d taken my first baby steps towards independence.
On a roll and feeling unusually daring, I headed out to the country club. I knew Sebastian had taken a double shift. He hadn’t been happy at not seeing me in the morning, but when I said I was having a doctor’s check-up, he’d acquiesced at once and said he’d work to take his mind off ‘things’. He promised to text me on his break but now I was hoping to see him before that: a surprise.
The country club was located at the end of a long, private drive, fringed by an avenue of mature palm trees. The single story was old Spanish-style: white with tall arches, and a wide, cool veranda running around three sides, and frothing with bougainvillea in rich magenta. Broad steps led up to an impressive frontage, and green lawns flowed down towards an 18 hole golf course. Behind the building, I could see the ocean stretching towards the horizon, breakers rumbling in the background. Whoever had picked the location had done half the job of selling memberships.
My old Ford looked so out of place I dumped it in the rear parking lot, deftly avoiding the valet service as I walked towards the entrance.
It was clear that the dress code was more than advisory: men wore polo shirts with collars and women’s skirts were of a decent length. I couldn’t spot an un-tucked shirt anywhere. A handsome young man in uniform smiled at me as I walked up the steps. Sebastian had hinted at the way staff were selected: those I could see were young and attractive, wearing Navy blue shorts and plain, white T-shirts with the club’s logo discreetly positioned.
I was glad I’d dressed up for my abortive hospital appointment, otherwise I’d have felt even more intimidated by the grand surroundings.
“May I help you, ma’am?” said the well-dressed young woman at the reception desk.
“Yes, I’d like a membership form, please.”
“Certainly, ma’am. Would that be an individual membership, associate member, executive or junior executive member, non-resident membership or social membership?”
“I… I…”
“The individual membership starts at $1,000 per month, with an initial fee of $4,000 or for a social membership, if you don’t wish to play golf…”
“I believe Mrs. Wilson is entitled to the Active Duty Military Membership.”
The voice made me jump.
“Of course, Mrs. Vordstadt,” said the receptionist, rummaging through her files, then passing over a thick sheaf of paper.
I turned to find Donna standing behind me, smiling at my surprise.
“I didn’t figure you for a country club type, Caroline. Or perhaps this is more David’s thing?”
I tried to wipe the shock off my face but I don’t think I was entirely successful.
“Donna, how… how nice to see you. Yes, I, um, just came to pick up a membership form: I had no idea there were so many different types.” Or that it would be so expensive.
“One of the few benefits of military service – and it puts the fee down to a more manageable $500 a month,” she whispered conspiratorially.
She took my elbow and led me out to a seating area at the rear. Several women were sipping cocktails, even at this early hour. The view of the ocean was stunning and the club had a large pool area, peppered with sun loungers and fringed umbrellas. I was far from enjoying it though: foolishly, it hadn’t occurred to me that I’d bump into anyone I knew here. And now Donna was ordering coffee for the two of us.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Caroline. We haven’t had a chance to chat and I did so want to thank you for inviting us to your home on Saturday. I really should have called before now.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine…”
There was an awkward pause: perhaps we were both remembering how the evening had ended – or our different versions of that.
“Is David a golfer?” she said at last.
“A bit, in Florida,” I said, flustered. He’d played a couple of times that I could recall.
“And you?”
“No, I prefer the beach,” I said truthfully. “Swimming, sailing: anything like that.”
“Have you tried surfing?”
I’m sure I blushed beet red: I was thankful that my tan covered it up a little.
“No, I’ve never tried.”
“You should get the boys to teach you,” she suggested.
I nearly choked on my coffee.
“I’m sure Mitch Peters wouldn’t mind helping out.”
I smiled weakly. Clearly the ‘boys’ she was thinking of were quite different to the ones – the one – I had in mind.
“I thought you might have been tempted,” she continued.
I was ready to crawl through the floor: her words laced with unintentional double entendres.
And then I saw Sebastian.
He looked so handsome in his crisp, snug uniform; no one would have guessed he was still only 17. Certainly not me – he looked more like early twenties. It was easy to see how the club could get away with allowing him to serve alcohol. It seemed I suffered from the same hypocrisy.
Donna turned to see what, or rather who, I was staring at.
“Oh, there’s the Hunters’ boy. I remember Shirley Peters mentioning that her son was going to get him a job here.”
She waved to attract his attention, as I sank lower into my chair.
He hesitated for a moment, then strode over.
“Good morning, ladies,” he said smoothly.
His audacity brought a small smile to my lips.
“Hello, Sebastian,” said Donna.
“Hi,” I said, shyly.
“How long have you been working here?” asked Donna.
“Just a few days. Ches Peters got me a job.”
“And how are you liking it?”
“It’s getting better,” he said, glancing at me.
Donna raised her eyebrows and I could tell she was trying not to smile.
I frowned: Sebastian’s recklessness was hardly helpful.
“Can I get you ladies anything?” he said, sounding a little flustered as he correctly interpreted my cool expression.
“No, we’re good, thank you. We’re just having coffee.”
“Well, okay, then… I’d better get back to work…”
Donna waved him on his way and with a last flicker of his eyes towards me, he headed off.
“He’s such a nice boy,” said Donna thoughtfully. “Amazing he’s turned out so well when you consider…” She paused. “I was very impressed with how he handled his parents last Saturday.”
“Yes,” I agreed quickly, wanting to get her off the subject but not sure how.
“Of course,” continued Donna, “you knew him as a child. What was he like then?”
I couldn’t help smiling. “Oh, he was so sweet. He used to come to our house after school. My father was particularly fond of him.”
Dear papa. My smile faded. How he would have loved Sebastian the man, as well as the boy he’d known.
Donna touched my arm. “Sorry, Caroline.”
I shrugged.
“So, do you think you and David will join?”
Now that I realized how popular the club was with Base families, I was a lot less keen, but I didn’t know how I’d get out of it.
“Maybe. It’s quite pricey. I’ll have to see what David says.”
Secretly I had no intention of telling him I’d been here.
“I know what we’ll do,” said Donna, enthusiastically, “I’ll ask Johan to suggest it to him.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary.” I said, feeling a little panicky.
“It’s no trouble,” said Donna, decisively. “Besides, it’ll be much more fun coming here with you. Do you play tennis?”
My trip to the country club hadn’t gone exactly as planned. In fact, it was hard to imagine how it could have been worse. Despite my feeble objections, I had Donna’s cast iron promise that her husband would speak to my husband about a membership.
I sat in my hot car in the club’s parking lot, surrounded by expensive foreign cars, and rubbed my forehead, trying to ward off an incipient headache.
The whole situation was ridiculous – even hilarious – although not to me.
I sent Sebastian a quick message.
* Sorry. Not the surprise I’d planned. Cx *
I waited a few minutes but there was no reply: he was probably still working. I drove home, determined to sketch out some more ideas for City Beat. There was no point in letting the day be a complete wash-out.
As the hands on the kitchen clock crept towards 6 PM, I put away my laptop and notebook, and turned my thoughts towards making dinner. Risotto wasn’t David’s favorite but it was quick and easy.
The moment the hands on the clock were aligned vertically, I heard David’s Camaro pull up outside. I hurried to lay the table and waited anxiously. Would he fight with me about the missed colposcopy before or after we’d eaten?
His face was impassive although I’m sure mine was a little paler than usual.
“Something you want to tell me, Caroline?” he said, his voice unnervingly even.
I felt my courage shrivel under his chilly gaze.
“Such as?”
“Don’t be obtuse. I was talking to Captain Vorstadt today,” he said, emphasizing the title ‘Captain’.
I frowned. Where was he going with this?
“Apparently you were out at the country club this afternoon.”
“It was just a silly thought, David,” I said hurriedly.
“You have many silly thoughts, Caroline, but if people like the Vorstadts are members at the country club, we should certainly join. I’m glad to see you’re making a bit more of an effort for a change.”
I gaped at him.
“In fact Captain Vorstadt suggested we dine there together tomorrow night,” he continued smugly, “so I could see the facilities.”
David looked sickeningly pleased with himself, presumably because a senior officer had invited him – or rather us – to dinner.
He tossed his hat onto the couch and didn’t even ask about the exam I’d skipped. I knew the reprieve was temporary but I was happy to take what I could get.
I spent the evening with anxiety twisting my stomach but nothing more was mentioned. When David finally headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed, I switched my phone back on. Sebastian’s response made me smile:
* You always make my heart beat faster. Tomorrow? *
Yes, tomorrow.
Chapter 8
David was almost cheerful as he left for work. The prospect of dinner with a superior officer had put him in a good mood and kept him there.
“Wear something nice tonight: a cocktail dress. And heels, of course. In fact, buy a new dress.”
“David, that’s really not necessary: I’ve dry-cleaned the green one.”
I’d thought he’d be pleased with my frugality, but, as usual, I was in the wrong.
“For God’s sake, Caroline! I can’t have the Vorstadts thinking I can only afford to buy my wife one decent dress. Get a new one.”
“I had plans for this morning…”
“Such as?”
“Well, writing…”
“You can do that anytime. Buy a new dress. But no more than $150. You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard.”
Like you’re trying too hard, you mean.
I sighed. There went my plans to spend the morning at the beach with Sebastian. Well, maybe if I went to the mall, I could be done in an hour.
I watched David drive off then picked up my phone to text Sebastian.
* I have to go clothes shopping.
Pick you up later? Sorry. Cx *
Immediately my phone started ringing.
“Why are you going shopping? Don’t you want to see me?”
“Don’t be…” Rephrase. “It’s not that: the Vorstadts have invited us to dinner tonight. David is insisting I buy a new dress.”
“I wish you wouldn’t say that.”
“Say what?”
“When you talk about you and… him. You say ‘us’.”
There was a long silence as I tried to frame a response but Sebastian spoke first.
“Can I come with you?”
“Where?”
“Can I come clothes shopping with you?”
I was
nonplussed. “Well, I guess… if you like.”
“Great! See you at the park at our usual time. Love ya!”
I shook my head as he ended the call. I couldn’t help thinking of all the times I’d seen pitiable men, waiting outside women’s changing rooms, looking for all the world as if they’d been there since the dawn of time. But I was also intrigued, and if Sebastian wanted to come with me, well, I wasn’t going to argue.
He was sitting on the curb with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, as if he was some punk looking for trouble. The thought made me smile: it was the polar opposite of Sebastian’s personality which was so warm and thoughtful and caring, although I was beginning to recognize a reckless streak in him, too.
“Hi!”
“Hi yourself!” he answered happily as he scrambled in and fastened his seatbelt.
I longed to lean over and kiss him but we couldn’t risk it here.
“So where are we going?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know: a mall somewhere.”
“Mom goes to Mission Valley. They’ve got all those brand name stores out there.”
I screwed up my face at the suggestion.
“That’s not really me. Besides, I want to avoid going somewhere I might run into your mom!” What a horrifying thought. Sebastian clearly agreed because I saw him wince.
“I thought maybe we could head up towards Miramar: there’s that mall at Westfield UTC.”
“Whatever.”
“So, do you make a habit of this?”
He looked puzzled.
“Going shopping for women’s clothes?”
He grinned widely.
“It’s my new hobby, especially if you’re buying underwear?”
I laughed, blushing slightly.
“Well, I ought to: I seem to keep losing mine.”
He sniggered. “Yeah! That’s fun.”
His happiness spilled over and I felt my spirits soaring: six uninterrupted hours with the man I loved. Six stolen hours.
“Did I tell you I was a member of the surf life saving club at school?” he said, changing the subject.
I could tell he had something on his mind.
“No, but I guess I’m not surprised.”
“Well, my manager at work, Miss Perez, she said that they’d get me certified for CPR and First Aid so I could be a trainee lifeguard at the pool. And I can start studying for the Open Water course, too, although I won’t be able to take the test until I’m eigh... until later. It’ll make it easier to get work in NYC.”
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