Kitty Takes a Holiday
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“Even if you know it'll upset her now.”
“I can't win, either way.”
“Is there anyone else in your family you can talk to? Someone who might be able to help you decide what's best for her?”
“No, no. There's not anyone. No siblings. My parents are divorced, she hasn't spoken to my father in years. I'm the only one taking care of her. I've never felt this alone.” She was on the breaking point. I was amazed she could even speak coherently.
“What's your first impulse? Before you started second-guessing yourself, what were you going to do?”
“I was going to tell her. I'm thinking—it's like everyone talks about how you should work things out before it's too late. But she's so sick, Ariel. Telling her something like this wouldn't be working anything out, it would be torturing her. It's easier to keep quiet. I want to try to make this time as comfortable and happy for her as I can. My problems, my feelings—they're not important.”
“But they are, or you wouldn't be calling me.”
“I suppose. Yeah.”
Ariel said, “It's commendable, your wanting to put your feelings aside for your mother's sake. But you're not convinced it's the right thing to do, are you?”
“No. No, I've always talked to Mom about these things. And I'm not going to have her anymore. I don't want to face that.” Finally her voice broke. My heart went out to her. I was almost crying myself.
Ariel spoke gently, but firmly. “Trish, if you're looking for me to tell you what to do, or to give you permission to do one thing and not another, I'm not going to do that. This is a terrible situation. All I can tell you is, listen to your heart. You know your mom better than anyone. You should think about what she would want.”
I hadn't intended to do it this time. I was too tired to be snarky. But I found myself digging out my cell phone.
Ben noticed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Shh,” I hissed at him.
I fought through the busy signal and got to the gatekeeper. I explained my reason for calling—that I could speak to Trish's situation. Then I found myself telling him my name. “Kitty.”
The guy didn't say anything. Why should he? I wasn't the only person in the world named Kitty. He didn't have any reason to think that Ariel's radio rival would call in to her show.
I wasn't angry this time. I wasn't frustrated and lashing out. I really had something to say.
Ben watched me, kind of like he might watch a train wreck on TV. I had turned down the radio, but he'd moved it over by him and was listening with it up to his ear. I paced the room along the foot of the bed and ignored him.
The call with Trish had drawn to a close. Then Ariel spoke to me. “Hello. Why have you joined me this evening?”
“Hi. I just wanted to tell Trish that she should tell her mother.”
“Why do you say that?”
I wished I were in charge here. I wished Trish had called into my show so I could have told her directly. So I knew she was listening. For the first time in weeks, I really wished I were doing my show.
I said, “Because I told my mother that I'm a werewolf, and it was the right thing to do. I didn't mean to. It just kind of slipped out. But once I did, she wanted to know why I hadn't told her sooner. And she was right, I should have. I didn't give her enough credit for being able to handle it. She was upset, sure. But she's still my mom. She still wants to be there for me, and the only way she can do that is if she knows what's going on in my life. In the long run it meant I could stop making stupid excuses about where I was on full moon nights.”
“How long ago did you tell her?”
I had to think a minute. “It's been a year or so.”
“And you have a good relationship with your mother?”
“Yeah, I think I do. We talk at least once a week, usually.” In fact, I should probably give her a call. I should probably tell her what was really going on in my life. “This is going to sound trite, but if Trish doesn't tell her mom, she'll always regret it. If she tells her now they still have a chance to talk it out. If she waits, she'll be telling it to her mother's grave for the rest of her life, hoping for an answer that isn't going to come.”
An uncharacteristically long pause followed. Radio people were trained to shun silence, to fill the silence at all costs. Yet Ariel let maybe five seconds of silence tick by.
Then she said, without her usual sultry, sugary tone, “Wait a minute. You said your name is Kitty. Is that right?”
Damn. Caught. Now would be the time to hang up. “Uh, yeah,” I said instead.
“And you're a werewolf.”
“Yes. Yes I am.”
'That's not a coincidence, is it? There couldn't possibly be two werewolves named Kitty. That would be… ridiculous.”
“Yes. Yes it would.”
“You're Kitty Norville. What are you doing calling in to my show?”
“Oh, you know. Stuck at home on a Saturday night, feeling kind of bored—”
“But you listen to my show. That's so cool.”
Huh? “It is?”
“Are you kidding? You're such an inspiration.”
“I am?”
“Yeah! You're so down to earth, you make it so easy to talk about things. You've changed the way everyone talks about the supernatural. You inspired me to try to build on that. Why do you think I started this show?”
“Uh… to cut in on my market share?”
She said, horrified, “Oh, no! I want to expand what you've done. Add another voice, make it harder for the critics to gang up on us. And now you're calling me. I hardly know what to say.”
Neither did I. To think, I'd wanted to sue her, and here she was sounding like one of my biggest fans. 1 could have cried. “Thanks, I guess.”
“So why are you sitting at home bored and not doing The Midnight Hour?”
“Let's just say I've had a rough couple of months.”
Again, she hesitated, just a moment this time. She came back, almost shy. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Did I? On the air? But I had to admit, she was good. She knew the trick of making the caller feel like it was just the two of you having a chat over a cup of tea. Maybe I could talk a little.
“I can't win, either way.”
“Is there anyone else in your family you can talk to? Someone who might be able to help you decide what's best for her?”
“No, no. There's not anyone. No siblings. My parents are divorced, she hasn't spoken to my father in years. I'm the only one taking care of her. I've never felt this alone.” She was on the breaking point. I was amazed she could even speak coherently.
“What's your first impulse? Before you started second-guessing yourself, what were you going to do?”
“I was going to tell her. I'm thinking—it's like everyone talks about how you should work things out before it's too late. But she's so sick, Ariel. Telling her something like this wouldn't be working anything out, it would be torturing her. It's easier to keep quiet. I want to try to make this time as comfortable and happy for her as I can. My problems, my feelings—they're not important.”
“But they are, or you wouldn't be calling me.”
“I suppose. Yeah.”
Ariel said, “It's commendable, your wanting to put your feelings aside for your mother's sake. But you're not convinced it's the right thing to do, are you?”
“No. No, I've always talked to Mom about these things. And I'm not going to have her anymore. I don't want to face that.” Finally her voice broke. My heart went out to her. I was almost crying myself.
Ariel spoke gently, but firmly. “Trish, if you're looking for me to tell you what to do, or to give you permission to do one thing and not another, I'm not going to do that. This is a terrible situation. All I can tell you is, listen to your heart. You know your mom better than anyone. You should think about what she would want.”
I hadn't intended to do it this time. I was too tired to be snarky. But I found myself digging out my cell phone.
Ben noticed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Shh,” I hissed at him.
I fought through the busy signal and got to the gatekeeper. I explained my reason for calling—that I could speak to Trish's situation. Then I found myself telling him my name. “Kitty.”
The guy didn't say anything. Why should he? I wasn't the only person in the world named Kitty. He didn't have any reason to think that Ariel's radio rival would call in to her show.
I wasn't angry this time. I wasn't frustrated and lashing out. I really had something to say.
Ben watched me, kind of like he might watch a train wreck on TV. I had turned down the radio, but he'd moved it over by him and was listening with it up to his ear. I paced the room along the foot of the bed and ignored him.
The call with Trish had drawn to a close. Then Ariel spoke to me. “Hello. Why have you joined me this evening?”
“Hi. I just wanted to tell Trish that she should tell her mother.”
“Why do you say that?”
I wished I were in charge here. I wished Trish had called into my show so I could have told her directly. So I knew she was listening. For the first time in weeks, I really wished I were doing my show.
I said, “Because I told my mother that I'm a werewolf, and it was the right thing to do. I didn't mean to. It just kind of slipped out. But once I did, she wanted to know why I hadn't told her sooner. And she was right, I should have. I didn't give her enough credit for being able to handle it. She was upset, sure. But she's still my mom. She still wants to be there for me, and the only way she can do that is if she knows what's going on in my life. In the long run it meant I could stop making stupid excuses about where I was on full moon nights.”
“How long ago did you tell her?”
I had to think a minute. “It's been a year or so.”
“And you have a good relationship with your mother?”
“Yeah, I think I do. We talk at least once a week, usually.” In fact, I should probably give her a call. I should probably tell her what was really going on in my life. “This is going to sound trite, but if Trish doesn't tell her mom, she'll always regret it. If she tells her now they still have a chance to talk it out. If she waits, she'll be telling it to her mother's grave for the rest of her life, hoping for an answer that isn't going to come.”
An uncharacteristically long pause followed. Radio people were trained to shun silence, to fill the silence at all costs. Yet Ariel let maybe five seconds of silence tick by.
Then she said, without her usual sultry, sugary tone, “Wait a minute. You said your name is Kitty. Is that right?”
Damn. Caught. Now would be the time to hang up. “Uh, yeah,” I said instead.
“And you're a werewolf.”
“Yes. Yes I am.”
'That's not a coincidence, is it? There couldn't possibly be two werewolves named Kitty. That would be… ridiculous.”
“Yes. Yes it would.”
“You're Kitty Norville. What are you doing calling in to my show?”
“Oh, you know. Stuck at home on a Saturday night, feeling kind of bored—”
“But you listen to my show. That's so cool.”
Huh? “It is?”
“Are you kidding? You're such an inspiration.”
“I am?”
“Yeah! You're so down to earth, you make it so easy to talk about things. You've changed the way everyone talks about the supernatural. You inspired me to try to build on that. Why do you think I started this show?”
“Uh… to cut in on my market share?”
She said, horrified, “Oh, no! I want to expand what you've done. Add another voice, make it harder for the critics to gang up on us. And now you're calling me. I hardly know what to say.”
Neither did I. To think, I'd wanted to sue her, and here she was sounding like one of my biggest fans. 1 could have cried. “Thanks, I guess.”
“So why are you sitting at home bored and not doing The Midnight Hour?”
“Let's just say I've had a rough couple of months.”
Again, she hesitated, just a moment this time. She came back, almost shy. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Did I? On the air? But I had to admit, she was good. She knew the trick of making the caller feel like it was just the two of you having a chat over a cup of tea. Maybe I could talk a little.
