Stepbrother Dearest (13 page)

shudder. I used my key to let myself in and found my mother staring blankly at a cup of tea in the kitchen

with no lights on. She hadn’t even noticed me walking into the room.

“Mom?”

My mother looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. I ran to her and embraced her.

The dirty dishes from Mom and Randy’s dinner last night were still in the sink, bringing to light what a

sudden and unexpected blow this was, how life could change in an instant.

“I’m here now. I’m here. You just let me know what you need me to do. It’ll be okay. I’ll help you

through it. You’ll be okay.”

She spoke into her teacup. “He just woke up in the middle of the night complaining of pains and

collapsed before the paramedics got here.”

I rubbed her back. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank God you’re here, Greta.”

“Where is…you know…where is he now?”

“They took him to the funeral home. Clara is making all of the arrangements for me. She and Greg have

been wonderful. I couldn’t bear to do it…not again.”

I hugged her tighter. “I know.”

That night, I slept next to my mother so that she didn’t have to be alone. It felt surreal sleeping where

Randy had slept just last night, and now, he was gone.

***

The next day was a blur: people dropping off casseroles and flowers, my mother retreating to her room

to cry, Victoria stopping in to pay her respects. We’d grown apart in the years since I moved, but we always made a point to see each other when I came home even if it was just for coffee.

So, when Mom took a nap late that afternoon, Victoria and I walked down to the Dunkin Donuts on the

corner. It was a small piece of normal in an otherwise surreal time.

“How long can you take off work?” she asked.

“I just called them this morning. They gave me a day for bereavement then I took the rest of the week

off as vacation. I may take Mom back to the city with me until she can figure things out.”

“Has anyone talked to Elec?”

Just the mention of his name had caused what felt like a knot in my stomach.

“Greg and Clara are handling contacting people. I’m sure they called him. He and Randy have been

estranged according to my mother, and I’m not sure if he would even come.”

“What are you going to do if he does?”

I nervously bit into my vanilla crème donut. “What
can
I do?”

Victoria knew about my night with Elec. I’d told her bits and pieces but kept a lot of the specifics to

myself. Some of it was too intimate to share, and I didn’t want to devalue what that experience had meant

to me. Even though it was only one night, it had shaped me in many ways and set the bar for future

expectations.

She sipped her iced coffee. “So, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…”

“My mother is my priority. I can’t lose sleep over whether Elec is coming.”

It was all I could think about.

That night, Greg and Clara had me and my mother over for dinner. They insisted I get her out of the

house since I’d told them she spent most of the day crying in her room while random people dropped off

food.

During dinner, Mom was quiet and barely touched her chicken and dumplings. She drank copious

amounts of Zinfandel wine instead.

The wake was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. The pit in my stomach was growing by the

second.

I just needed to know.

I finally asked, “Have you contacted Elec?” I swallowed the lump in my throat in anticipation of Clara’s

response.

“Yes. I spoke to him today. He was despondent when I told him, and it wasn’t clear whether he would

be coming.”

Just knowing that she’d spoken to him had made my heart beat even faster. “Where is he?”

“He’s still living in California near Pilar.”

“Did you have his phone number?”

She looked over at her husband and said hesitantly, “Um…Greg’s kept in touch with him. We know he

and Randy had a horrible relationship. Greg had tried to intervene some years back. Elec and he sort of

bonded in the process. Randy actually never really knew about that.”

I looked over at Greg as if he were holding all in the information in the world that mattered to me.

“What is he doing now?” My voice was shaky.

“He graduated from college, got his social work license. He’s working with disadvantaged youth. The

last time we spoke was probably about six months ago.”

“Really…”

Wow.

That was more information than I’d gotten in years. It made me both happy and sad at the same time to

know that he was doing well—sad only because I didn’t know him anymore and hadn’t ever met the man

that he’d become.

I cleared my throat. “So, you don’t know if he’ll be here?”

“No. He wouldn’t say,” Clara said. “I think he was in shock. I gave him all of the details so that he’d

have them.”

My heart tightened in agony at the thought of what might have been going through Elec’s mind

wherever he was at that very moment.

***

The smell of lilies made me sick. Everyone seemed to be sending the Stargazer kind that stunk the most.

I offered to drive a bunch of the arrangements that had been sent to the house over to Thomas’ Funeral

home.

The service would be starting at four, but before then, we were supposed to be going over to Greg and

Clara’s again for a light lunch.

My mother accompanied me as we laid out the flowers in the corners of the room surrounding the spot

where the coffin would go. We also dropped off pictures of Randy and us from over the years. It made me

sad that there wasn’t one photo of Randy and Elec.

The funeral home smelled liked a mix of musty wood and air freshener. I wasn’t looking forward to

coming back later and having to see Randy’s body or my mother’s reaction.

On the drive back to Greg and Clara’s, I held my mother’s hand. She was doing better than expected,

although I was fairly certain she’d taken some Xanax to take the edge off.

When we got to the house, I was relieved that there were no cars that I didn’t recognize out front. That

meant it would just be the four of us for lunch.

My relief turned to panic almost immediately when I entered the house and spotted a black suitcase

outside of the closet in the foyer.

Clara hugged my mother as I looked around anxiously.

Too nervous to ask the question I wanted to, I stood in silence as my chest tightened. Then, finally, I

took a deep breath in and out and asked, “Whose suitcase?”

“Elec is here, Greta. He’s upstairs.”

My heart started to pound furiously, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I suddenly needed air. “Excuse

me,” I said, walking out the back door and into their yard.

Unprepared to face him, I stared over at the red tulips in the flower garden. A part of me truly didn’t

think he’d be here because of his volatile relationship with Randy, although the dread I’d been carrying

around the past couple of days was proof that another part of me was readying for it.

I didn’t know what I was going to say to him.

The cool spring air blew my hair around, and I looked up at the sky as if to shun the universe for

dropping this bomb on me. Perhaps, I got my response because thunder rumbled in the distance.

Call it intuition or instinct, something made me turn around and look up at the French doors on the

second floor balcony that overlooked the garden where I was standing.

From behind the glass, I saw him.

Elec.

He stood looking down at me with a white towel wrapped around his waist. I always imagined what he

might look like after seven years, but even my wildest dreams couldn’t have conjured up what I was

actually met with.

His messy black hair had now been replaced by longish sexy waves that curled around his ears. He was

wearing glasses.

He looked even sexier in glasses.

Even from here, I could see the piercing gray of his eyes through them.

His inked body was bigger, even more built than before.

He lifted a cigarette to his mouth and even amidst the shock of seeing him, disappointment set in that he

was smoking again.

Elec blew out the smoke as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. He wasn’t smiling. He just looked at me

intently. His powerful stare alone had put all of my senses on high alert, throwing my body out of whack.

My head was pounding, my eyes were teary, my ears were beating, my mouth was watering, my nipples

were hard, my hands were trembling, my knees were shaking and my heart…I couldn’t describe what was

going on inside my chest.

Before I could process any of this, a woman with blonde hair came up from behind him and wrapped

her arms around his waist.

Once I finally built up the courage to go inside, I sat at the dining room table and downed the water at

my place setting. My mouth was still dry. It felt like the room was spinning.

“Are you okay?” my mother asked.

I should have been asking
her
that. I nodded, grabbing her water, too and drinking it all. Needing to be strong for her, I couldn’t allow myself to lose my shit today.

They hadn’t come downstairs yet.

After the mystery woman appeared behind Elec through the glass, he’d immediately turned around and

disappeared from sight. It took me a few minutes to move from my spot in the garden.

He had a girlfriend…or a wife.

Even though this should have crossed my mind as a likely possibility after seven years, it wasn’t

something that entered into the equation when I imagined seeing him again.

The sound of two sets of footsteps descending the stairs in unison caused me to stiffen and sit straighter

in my chair.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump
.

When they entered the dining room, my body went into fight or flight mode as adrenaline pumped

through me.

Maybe I should have stood up or said something, but I just stayed glued to my chair.

My mother walked over to Elec and pulled him into a hug. “Elec, it’s so good to see you. I’m so sorry

about your father. I know you and he had a rough time, but he loved you. He did.”

Elec’s body was rigid, but he didn’t back away from her. He simply said, “I’m sorry for
you
.”

As he reluctantly let my mother hug him, his eyes darted over to me and stayed there. I couldn’t tell

what he was thinking, but I was pretty sure it was along the same lines of what was running through my

own head.

This reunion was never supposed to happen.

After Mom let go of him, Elec’s companion went over to hug her. “Mrs. O’Rourke, I’m Chelsea, Elec’s

girlfriend. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Call me Sarah. Thank you, sweetheart. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances,” she said as she rubbed my mother’s back.

My eyes landed on her French-manicured nails. She was petite, and her body shape was similar to mine.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in beachy waves. She was gorgeous.

Of course, she was.

My insides felt like they were twisting.

Elec slowly walked toward me. “Greta…”

The sound of my name rolling off his tongue had momentarily taken me back seven years in an instant.

“Elec.” I got up from my chair. “I…I’m so sorry…about Randy,” I stuttered, and my lips started to

tremble. It felt like all of the breath left my body when he stood in front of me, and I inhaled the old

familiar smell of clove cigarettes and cologne. So much time had gone by, but emotionally, it still felt like yesterday.

Like yesterday.

The only difference was that the person who left my bedroom that day was still essentially a boy, and

the person before me now was clearly a man.

I looked up at him and marveled at how he’d grown even more handsome. My favorite characteristics

were still there but with some changes. His gray eyes still glowed, but now it was through those black-

framed glasses. He still wore his lip ring, but had a little more facial hair now. A black pinstriped shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves hugged his chest, which was now bigger, even more defined.

He just stayed looking at me. I finally reached out to hug him and felt his warm hand on my back. My

heart was beating so fast, it felt like it might stop altogether. One thing that apparently hadn’t changed was the way my body instantly reacted to his touch. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard a voice from behind him.

“You must be Sarah’s daughter. You two look like twins.”

I separated from him suddenly and held out my clammy hand. “Yes…hi, I’m Greta.”

She didn’t take it. Instead, she smiled sympathetically and hugged me. “I’m Chelsea. It’s nice to meet

you. I’m sorry about your stepfather.” Her hair smelled as I expected it would, a clean, delicate scent to

match her apparently sweet personality.

“Thank you,” I said.

The tension in the air was palpable as the three of us just stood there in awkward silence.

Clara walked in carrying a pot roast that she’d garnished with asparagus spears on an oval plate. I used

the opportunity to escape from the situation and offered to help her bring in the rest of the items, leaving Elec and Chelsea standing there.

My nervous hands fumbled with the silverware Clara tasked me with gathering from the drawer in the

kitchen. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before reentering the dining room.

Greg was talking while I walked around distributing the flatware. A case of the butterfingers got me