Read The Year I Almost Drowned Online
Authors: Shannon McCrimmon
stop, Finn. I gave up on him months ago,” he said. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine, Jesse. Are you?” I asked, because I knew if I were him I wouldn’t
be.
“I’m good. I’ll see you later, Finn.” He gave me a faint smile, but his eyes said
something
else.
“Bye, Jesse.” I went to my car, opened the door and sat down. I turned all the air
conditioning vents on me even though cool air didn’t blow out. I blasted the radio
and sat there trying to calm down. I looked over to my left and Jesse was still
standing
in
the
parking
lot
waiting
for
me
to
leave.
***
I called Lou like Jesse had suggested. He said he’d be at the diner the next
morning. The diner would have to be closed for a day, but without a cook, there
was no way I could’ve opened it anyway. I still hadn’t solved the other problem I
had–not enough waitresses. I thought about placing an ad on Craigslist, but that
could take weeks to find someone. I decided to call the only person I knew who
could
help–Sidney.
Sidney’s poor study habits and habitual appetite for partying helped her grade
point average drop low enough to place her on academic probation. While
everyone else was off for the summer, she was stuck at Harrison attending
summer
school
for
a
month-long
“mini-mester.”
“What
are
you
doing?”
I
asked
her.
She sighed. “Studying, what else. This sucks! I swear no one fun is left on
campus.”
“How
would
you
like
to
come
back
to
Graceville?”
“My ass is glued here for another two days, Finn. I’m studying for this frickin’ final
right
now.
Ugh!”
“I know,” I said. “What I mean is, I’ve decided to run my grandfather’s diner for a
while, at least until my Nana finds a buyer. I don’t have enough waitresses and
really
need
some
help.”
“You’re
running
the
diner
all
by
yourself?
That’s
brave.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said. Really, I was scared out of my wits. I don’t think
that made me brave. It actually may have made me a little insane. “Would you be
interested?”
“Hmm,” she said. “The offer is tempting. Let’s see, work the rest of my summer
break with my friend or stay with ‘The Bickersons’, my emo sister, and crazy-ass
grandfather who walks around in his boxers and nothing else. Decisions,
decisions,”
she
said
sarcastically.
“So,
are
you
in?”
“Do you even need me to answer? The answer is yes, Finn! Of course I will help
you. I don’t know how great I’ll be at waitressing, though, you know what I mean?”
“You’ll be fine. If I can do it, I know you can. Thank you, Sidney,” I cooed. “I owe
you
big
time.”
“I’ll remember you said that.” She laughed. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Keep
on
studying,”
I
ordered.
“It’s
all
I
do.”
She
sighed.
“See
you
soon.”
“Bye,
Finn.”
***
Lou’s military background made him prompt. He arrived at the diner before I did.
Once I saw him, I remembered meeting him at the funeral and questioned how I
could ever forget him. He leaned against his blue El Camino, smoking a cigar. He
was a large man–not obese, but one of those big and tall guys that has to shop
at the specialty stores. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt with Margaritaville written
on it, khaki shorts, and white tennis shoes without socks. A black eye patch
covered his left eye. I don’t know how he lost his eye, but I was sure there was a
story
there.
He
evoked
adventure.
“Hi, Lou,” I said as I got out of my car. The smell of cigar smoke lingered in the
air. He took one last puff and put it out and then placed it in his front pocket.
“Saving her for later,” he said, tapping his pocket. “Hey, Finn.” He shook my hand.
His grip was firm. “So, how about we go take a look at the kitchen?”
He followed me to the door and I unlocked it, turning on the lights as we stepped
inside.
“I haven’t been here in a while. Still looks the same,” he said, staring at everything.
He folded his arms against his chest and stood with his legs wide apart and said,
“Your grandfather and I used to cause some serious chaos.” My eyes widened in
surprise. “I’m surprised we didn’t get arrested with all our shenanigans,” he said
and smiled reflectively before quickly jumping back into the present. “Okay,
enough of this chit chat. Show me the kitchen.” I was curious about the hell he
and Grandpa used to cause, but knew that Lou definitely wasn’t one for small
talk.
He poked his head in the refrigerator, through the pantry, opened and closed the
oven, and then touched the grill and ran water from the sink. “It’s clean in here. I
like clean,” he said. “Good size, too. Layout’s decent.” He raised his upper lip to
his
nose.
Lou had a sea captain’s accent. I pictured him wearing a yellow rain jacket and
hat,
standing
on
a
wharf,
hollering
curse
words
at
fishermen.
“I can work with this.” He nodded his head once in a swift movement showing his
approval.
“Okay.
I’ll
do
it,”
he
said.
“Great!”
I
said
enthusiastically.
“I can start in a couple of days. I’ve got a quick trip planned already,” he said.
“Don’t get too excited, yet. We’ll have to see how it goes. After a day, you may
not want me around, or vice versa. But, if you’re anything like Charlie, we’ll get
along just fine.” He extended his hand and I shook it. Maybe Lou had interviewed
me more than I him, but I still had the feeling like I had just made my first big
decision regarding the diner, and I liked it. It gave me a boost of confidence.
***
A day later, Sidney arrived at my grandparents’ house driving up in her black
BMW. I ran out to greet her and hugged her as soon as she got out of her car.
“Geez, Finn, you’d think we hadn’t seen each other in years,” she joked and
pulled me closer to her and then let me go. “You’d think that a drive from Georgia
would be quick. These mountain roads take forever, you know what I mean?”
She clicked a button and her trunk opened. Two large suitcases rested side-by-
side, taking up all the room in the small, confined space. I grabbed a hold of one
to
take
it
out
and
immediately
dropped
it
on
the
ground.
“What did you pack in here?” I groaned. I moved my wrist in circular motion,
touching
it
with
my
other
hand.
“Everything I had in our dorm room, Finn. I couldn’t leave it there,” she said.
“There’s
more
in
the
backseat.”
I moved away from the trunk and looked in her backseat window. Two small
suitcases and a cosmetic bag laid across the entire backseat. “You know we’re
working
most
days
in
a
uniform,
right?”
“Finn, unlike you, I actually have a wardrobe and don’t like wearing t-shirts and
jeans everyday,” she teased. “Besides, if the boys look anything like that Jesse
of
yours,
then
I
have
to
make
sure
I
look
good.”
I
glowered
at
her.
“He’s
not
my
Jesse.”
“Still in the river of de-Nile are you?” She sighed. “Whatevs.”
“There’s
nothing
to
deny.
We
broke
up,”
I
stated.
“I’m not going to stand out here and argue about this. Let’s get my stuff and go
inside,”
she
said.
We unpacked her things in the guest room and then put on our pj’s and headed
to the kitchen. We had some catching up to do and planned to stay up late and
talk
for
a
while.
Sidney opened the refrigerator door. “No pineapple casserole?” she said with
disappointment.
“We stopped getting casseroles a while ago,” I said. “After a while, people forget
and
move
on
with
their
lives.”
“None of those pies you’ve been raving about?” she said, still scanning the
contents
in
the
refrigerator.
“No, Nana hasn’t made any since my grandfather died. I’m hoping she’ll make
some
for
the
movie
night
next
weekend.”
“Doesn’t this just suck. That pineapple casserole thing and those pies you keep
raving about are all I thought about on the drive here.” She shut the refrigerator
door and sat down across from me with a disappointed expression.
“I
can
make
a
PB
and
J,”
I
offered.
“That’ll have to do,” she said. “For now anyways,” she added with a smile.
I slathered peanut butter and grape jelly onto two slices of bread and brought
them
over
to
her.
She
took
a
bite
and
chewed.
Nana came into the kitchen. “I’m going to bed girls,” she said to us.
“Night,”
I
said
to
her.
Sidney quickly swallowed. “Goodnight Lilly. Are you making any pies soon?” she
asked. I kicked her under the table. “What?” she mouthed to me.
Nana
laughed.
“Maybe,”
she
said.
“That’d be great because that’s all Finn talked about at school,” she said to her.
“And
I’ve
been
wanting
to
try
one
ever
since.”
“Goodnight you two,” Nana said, ignoring her, and left us alone.
“What’d you kick me for?” She grimaced, holding onto her leg.
“She has to start baking pies on her own terms. Don’t rush her,” I said.
“Sometimes people need a little encouragement,” Sidney said and bit into her
sandwich again.
For the first time in my life, people looked to me as a leader, as someone to guide
the rest, and even though I had no idea what to do, they were still looking to me
to lead the way. Lou, Hannah, Sidney and I stood in the middle of the diner. Their
eyes were all on mine. I felt pressured to say something inspiring or uplifting, like
in the movies when the General is trying to encourage his soldiers before the big
battle. How could I inspire them when I was going into this blind?
“We’re going to have a great day today,” I said without much fanfare. It sounded
so lame. The three of them looked at me peculiarly, probably because it did sound
so inauthentic. “Thanks for being here, for giving this a shot,” I added.
“We want this to work as much as you do, Finn,” Hannah said. It was the first time
she had really spoken to me in days, and it gave me hope that she wasn’t mad
at me. I wanted things to be good between us, and I hadn’t had the time to talk to
her.
Really,
I
was
avoiding
it.
I
hated
confrontation.
“It’ll
be
fun!”
Sidney
chimed
in.
“Thank
you,”
I
said
to
them
both.
“Enough of this Kumbaya crap, let’s get this place open,” Lou said and headed
toward
the
kitchen.
“Guess I can go unlock the door now,” I said. “Sidney, you stick to Hannah and
me today.” I unlocked the door and turned the sign around so “OPEN” was seen
on the front. And like that, we were open for another day under my direction, only
I had no idea where we were going or how we were going to get there. I just knew
what I wanted and that was for the diner to stay afloat until it was sold.
I
pulled
on
Hannah’s
arm.
“Hannah,”
I
said.
She
blinked.
“Thanks for all of your help. I really appreciate it. I know you’re mad at me. I don’t
know why, but I’m glad you’re here.” I waited for her to respond.
“We’re friends, Finn,” she said and I felt reassured. “I’m not mad at you. I just