On the Island

by Tracey Garvis Graves

  Chapter 48 – T.J.

  Ben burst into my room, holding the newspaper in his hand.

  “One question,” he said, walking toward my bed holding his index finger in the air. “How old were you when you started bangin’ her? Because I’m pretty sure from these pictures that you are.”

  If he hadn’t been looking down at the shot of me kissing Anna, he might have seen my fist coming before it connected with his left eye.

  “Jesus Christ! What’d you do that for?” he asked, looking up at me from the floor where he was sprawled, holding his eye.

  “That’s the first thing you say to me after three-and-a-half years?”

  He sat up, his right eye already starting to swell.

  “Fuck, Callahan. That hurt.”

  I got out of bed and held my hand out to him. He grabbed it and I pulled him off the floor. “Don’t ever say something like that about her again.”

  “T.J?” My mom stood in the open doorway. She noticed Ben holding his eye. “Is everything okay?”

  “It’s fine, Mom.”

  “Yeah we’re cool, Jane,” Ben said.

  My mom looked at us but didn’t ask what had happened. “What do you want to eat, T.J.?”

  “Anything, Mom.”

  After my mom left Ben said, “So are you, like, in love with her or something?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does she love you?”

  “She says she does.”

  “Does your mom know?”

  “Yep.”

  “She freak out?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Well I’m glad you’re back, man.” Ben gave me an awkward hug. “I had a really hard time when they told me you were dead.” He looked down at the floor. “I spoke at your funeral.”

  “You did?”

  He nodded.

  Ben could hardly stand up in front of everyone in our ninth grade speech class. I couldn’t picture him addressing the people at my funeral. Maybe I shouldn’t have punched him. “That was cool of you, Ben.”

  “Yeah, well, it made your mom happy. Anyway, you’re gonna cut your hair, aren’t you? You look like a goddamned girl.”

  “Yeah.”

  My mom made me a cheeseburger and French fries, and Ben sat with me while I ate. My parents both hugged me a couple times and my mom kissed me. Ben probably wanted to make a smart-ass comment but he held some ice on his eye and kept his mouth shut. Grace and Alexis sat at the table for a while, telling me about school and their friends. I drained the last of my Coke.

  “I can’t get you in with Dr. Sanderson until tomorrow. I thought maybe they would squeeze you in but apparently they’re overbooked.”

  “It’s okay, Mom. I’ve waited this long. One more day isn’t going to matter.”

  She wiped her hands on a towel and smiled at me. “Do you want anything else to eat?”

  “No. I’m full. Thanks.”

  “I’m going to make you a haircut and dentist appointment.” My mom turned off the stove and left to make the calls.

  “So do you have a job or what?” I asked Ben. “It’s the middle of the day.”

  “I’m in college. It’s winter break.”

  “You went to college? Where?”

  “University of Iowa. I’m a sophomore. You gotta come visit me. What about you? What are you gonna do?”

  “I promised Anna I’d get my GED. After that I have no idea.”

  “You gonna keep seeing her?”

  “Yeah. I miss her already. I’ve been waking up next to her for three-and-a-half years.”

  “Dude, if I ask you another question will you please not punch me?”

  “Depends what it is.”

  “What’s it like being with her? Is it true what they say about older chicks?”

  “She’s not that much older.”

  “Uh, okay. So anyway, how is it?”

  “It’s incredible.”

  “What’s she do?”

  “She does everything, Ben.”

  Chapter 49 – Anna

  My hairdresser, Joanne, walked into Sarah’s living room.

  “There are reporters downstairs,” she said. “I think they took my picture.” She shrugged off her coat and hugged me. “Welcome home, Anna. Stories like yours are why I believe in miracles.”

  “Me too, Joanne.”

  “Where do you want to cut her hair?” Sarah asked.

  I had already taken a shower and my hair was still wet so Joanne had me sit on a stool in Sarah’s kitchen.

  “What happened here?” she asked, examining the ends of my hair.

  “T.J. had to burn it off when it got too long.”

  “You’re kidding,”

  “No. He worried he was going to set my whole head on fire.”

  “How much do you want me to cut?”

  My hair hung to the middle of my back. “A few inches. And maybe some long bangs?”

  “Sure.”

  Joanne asked me questions about the island. I told her and Sarah about the bat that had been stuck in my hair.

  “It bit you?” Sarah looked horrified. “And T.J. stabbed it?”

  “Yes. Everything turned out okay, though. It didn’t have rabies.”

  Joanne dried my hair and smoothed it with a flat iron. She held up a hand mirror and I checked out my reflection. My hair looked healthy now, with smooth ends.

  “Wow. That’s a big improvement.”

  Sarah tried to pay, but Joanne wouldn’t accept any money. I thanked her for coming to the apartment.

  “It’s the least I could do, Anna.” She hugged and kissed me. After she left I said to Sarah, “If we can get out the door without being mobbed, there’s someplace I really want to go.”

  “Sure,” Sarah said. “I’ll call a cab.”

  The reporters screamed my name as soon as Sarah and I opened the door. They were waiting on the steps and we pushed past them and slid into the waiting cab.

  “I wish your building had a back door,” I said.

  “They’d probably be out there, too. Fucking vultures,” Sarah muttered.

  Sarah gave the driver an address and soon we drove through the entrance of Graceland Cemetery.

  “Can you please wait?” Sarah asked the cabdriver.

  A few snowflakes swirled in the gray sky. I shivered but Sarah seemed oblivious to the cold, not even bothering to button her coat. She led me to the grave where our parents, Josephine and George Emerson, lay side-by-side.

  I knelt in front of the headstone and traced their names with my finger. “I made it back,” I whispered. Sarah handed me a tissue, and I wiped the tears pouring from my eyes.

  I pictured my dad in his silly bucket hat covered with fishing lures, teaching me how to clean fish. I remembered how he loved to fill his hummingbird feeder and watch the tiny creatures zoom in for a drink, hovering in mid-air. I thought of my mom, and how much she loved her garden and her home and her grandchildren. Sharing my adventures in the classroom with her over Sunday morning brunch wouldn’t happen now. She would never be able to give me advice, and I’d never hear either of my parents’ voices again. I bawled, letting it all out. Sarah waited patiently, giving me time for the catharsis I desperately needed. My tears finally tapered off, and I stood up.

  “We can go now.”

  Sarah put her arm around me and we got back in the cab. She gave the driver another address and we went to David’s parents’ house to pick up the kids.

  Joe and Chloe stopped playing when we walked into the room. I probably seemed like a ghost to them. Sarah had kept my memory alive but the aunt they thought was dead was now standing in the living room. I knelt down next to them and said softly, “Boy did I miss you guys.”

  Joe came over first. I hugged him tight. “Let me look at you,” I said, holding him at arm’s length.

  “I’m losing all my teeth,” he said. He opened his mouth and showed me the gaps.

  “You must be keeping the tooth fairy pretty busy.”

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bsp; Chloe, slowly warming to her long-lost aunt, ventured a little closer and whispered, “I’ve lost some, too.” She opened her mouth wide so I could see her gaps.

  “Geez, your mom must have to put all your food through a blender. You guys are toothless.”

  “Aunt Anna, are you gonna live at our house now?” Chloe asked.

  “For a while.”

  “Will you tuck me into bed tonight?” she asked.

  “No, I want her to tuck me into bed tonight,” Joe argued.

  “How about I tuck you both into bed tonight?” I hugged them to my chest, fighting the tears.

  “Are you guys ready to go home?” Sarah asked.

  “Yeah!”

  “Then kiss grandma and let’s go.”

  Later that night, after I put both kids to bed, Sarah poured us a glass of red wine. Her cell phone rang and she handed it to me.

  “Hey. How are you?” T.J. asked.

  “I’m okay. Sarah and I went to the cemetery today.”

  “Was it hard?”

  “Yes. I really wanted to go, though. I feel a little better now, after visiting their graves. I’ll go back again. What did you do today?”

  “I got a haircut. You might not recognize me.”

  “I’m going to miss that ponytail.”

  T.J. laughed. “I’m not.”

  “I just put the kids to bed. It took two hours because I read them every book they own. Sarah just poured us some wine and Stefani’s coming over. What about you? Any plans?”

  “I’m going out with Ben if we can shake the reporters.”

  “How is Ben?”

  “Still running his mouth.”

  “Have you been to the doctor yet?”

  “I go tomorrow.”

  “I hope the appointment goes okay.”

  “It’ll be fine. Have you gone yet?”

  “Tomorrow. Then the dentist in the afternoon.”

  “Me too. Remember when I took my braces off?”

  “I forgot about that.”

  “I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve, Anna. I love you.”

  “I love you, too. Have fun tonight.”

  Chapter 50 – T.J.

  I opened the door when Ben knocked. His eye had swollen shut and turned purple and blue.

  “Shit. Sorry about that,” I said.

  “Eh, no biggie. You’re lucky I’m so easy-going,” he said.

  “Frankly, that’s your best quality.”

  “A bunch of guys from school are home for Christmas break. You up for a party?”

  “Sure. Where?”

  “Coop’s. His parents left for the Bahamas this morning.”

  I grabbed my coat. “Let’s go.”

  At least twenty of my former classmates were standing shoulder-to-shoulder in Nate Cooper’s living room when we showed up. Rock music blasted from the stereo. Everyone cheered when we walked in the door and a bunch of guys shook my hand and slapped me on the back. I hadn’t seen some of them since before I’d started treatment for Hodgkin’s because I missed so much school that year. It was weird when I realized everyone had graduated but me.

  Someone threw me a beer. They wanted to hear about the island, and I answered all of their questions. Ben must have told them how he got his black eye, though, because no one asked about Anna.

  I was on my second beer when a girl sat down on the couch next to me. She had long blond hair and wore a ton of makeup.

  “Do you remember me?” she asked.

  “Kind of,” I said. “I’m sorry. I forgot your name.”

  “Alex.”

  “You were in my class, right?”

  “Yeah.” She took a long drink of her beer. “You look way different than you did when we were sophomores.”

  “Yeah, well, that was four years ago.” I finished my beer and looked around for Ben.

  “You look good. I can’t believe you actually lived on that island.”

  “I didn’t really have a choice.” I stood up. “I’m getting ready to leave. See you around.”

  “I hope so.”

  I found Ben in the kitchen. “Hey, I’m taking off.”

  “You can’t go already, man. It’s only midnight.”

  “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

  “That’s lame dude but okay, I understand.” Ben high-fived me, and I walked out the door.

  On the way to the train I thought about Anna, and I smiled all the way home.

  Chapter 51 – Anna

  I woke Joe and Chloe up so we could have breakfast together. We were finishing our toaster waffles and juice when Sarah walked into the kitchen.

  “Good morning,” she said. “Thanks for getting the kids breakfast.”

  “Aunt Anna makes the best waffles,” Chloe said.

  “Aunt Anna’s boyfriend is coming over tomorrow night,” Joe announced.

  “How did you know about that?” Sarah asked.

  “I heard you and Aunt Anna talking about it.”

  “Yes, Aunt Anna’s boyfriend is coming over to celebrate New Year’s Eve. I expect you two to use your manners and not act like complete hooligans.”

  “Aunt Anna needs to get in the shower,” I said to the kids. “She has a busy day ahead of her.”

  “Doctor?” Sarah asked.

  “And dentist. That’ll be a fun appointment.”

  ***

  I read a magazine while I waited for them to call my name at the doctor’s office. When the nurse asked me to step on the scale, I was shocked when it registered one hundred and two pounds, especially since I’d already had a few days of solid eating. At five foot six, I should have weighed fifteen to twenty pounds more. I probably wasn’t even in triple digits on the island.

  I sat on the exam table dressed in a paper gown. When my doctor walked in, she hugged me and said, “Welcome back. I’m sure you’ve heard this a lot, Anna, but I can’t believe you’re alive.”

  “It’s something I don’t mind hearing.”

  She flipped open my chart. “You’re underweight, but I’m sure you know that. How are you feeling overall? Is there anything specific you’re worried about?”

  “I feel better already, now that I’m eating more. I haven’t had my period in a long time, though. I’m worried about that.”

  “Well let’s take a look,” she said as she guided my feet into the stirrups. “Given your low weight, I’d be surprised if you were having periods. Any other problems?

  “No.”

  “Almost done,” she said. “I’ll run the usual labs but your menstrual cycle should resume normally as soon as you put on some weight. You’re obviously malnourished but that’s relatively easy to reverse. Make sure to eat a balanced diet. I want you to start taking a multivitamin every day.”

  “Will not having a period for so long make it hard to get pregnant someday?”

  “No. Once your period comes back, you should be able to get pregnant.” She stripped off her gloves and dropped them in the trash. “You can get dressed now.”

  I sat up on the table. She paused at the door and said, “I’ll write you a new prescription for your birth control pills.”

  “Okay.”

  I thought it would be easier to accept the prescription instead of explaining that I didn’t need birth control pills because my twenty-year-old boyfriend was sterile.

  I visited the dentist next and sat uncomfortably in the chair for over an hour while the hygienist took x-rays and scraped and polished my teeth. When she announced I didn’t have any cavities, I considered myself lucky.

  Sarah had loaned me some cash. After my dentist appointment I took a cab to the nail salon. When Lucy saw my face, she jumped out of her chair and barreled toward me.

  “Oh, honey,” she said, wrapping me in a hug. When she pulled away, she had tears in her eyes.

  “Don’t cry, Lucy. You’ll make me cry, too.”

  “Anna home,” she said, smiling up at me.

  “Yes, I’m home.”

  She gave me a m
anicure and pedicure and spoke so excitedly I caught even less of what she said than I usually did. She mentioned John a couple times but I pretended I didn’t understand. When she finished she gave me another hug.

  “Thanks, Lucy. I’ll be back soon,” I promised.

  I left the nail salon and glanced down at my hands. They were freezing without gloves but I didn’t want to smudge the polish. My teeth felt clean and smooth when I ran my tongue over them. The smell of hot dogs from a street vendor filled the air as I window-shopped, peering through the glass at the latest styles. I decided to come back the next day and buy clothes that fit.

  Unrecognizable, I hoped, in the sunglasses and wool hat I borrowed from Sarah, I strode down the sidewalk with a smile on my face, feeling like there were springs in the bottom of my shoes. I hailed a cab at the corner and gave the driver Sarah’s address.

  Even the reporters that swarmed me when I arrived at Sarah’s apartment couldn’t dampen the joy I felt. I pushed my way through them, unlocked the door, and shut it quickly behind me.

  T.J. called later that night.

  “How did it go at the oncologist?” I asked.

  “They won’t have my scans and blood work back for a few days. He said he was optimistic though since I haven’t had any symptoms. I went to my regular doctor, too.”

  “How did that go?”

  “I need to gain weight, but otherwise I’m fine. I told him about getting sick on the island. He’s pretty sure he knows what I had. You were right. It was viral.”

  “What was it?”

  “Dengue hemorrhagic fever. Transmitted by mosquitoes.”

  “You always were covered in bites. So it’s like malaria?”

  “I guess. They call it ‘breakbone fever.’ They’re right.”

  “How serious is it?”

  “It has about a fifty percent death rate. The doctor said I was lucky I didn’t go into shock or bleed to death.”

  “I can’t believe the things you’ve survived, T.J.”

  “Me neither. How was your doctor appointment? Is everything okay?”

  “I’ll be fine as soon as I gain some weight. My doctor said the malnutrition wouldn’t be difficult to reverse. I’m supposed to take a vitamin every day.”

  “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, Anna.”