Rising Tides
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"Plus," Julie went on, gesturing with her apple, "I met this incredibly cute guy. He works at the computer store at the mall? He wears these little metal-frame glasses and has the sweetest smile." She grinned, lighting up her pretty heart-shaped face. "I asked him for his phone number, and he blushed."
"You asked him for his phone number?" Grace was listening with only half an ear. She loved it when Julie came over just to visit. She was always so full of fun and talk and energy. But today it was hard to concentrate. Her mind was so full of what had happened between her and Ethan in those shady woods. What had leapt out of him to devour her—and why it had left him so distant afterward?
"Sure." Julie cocked her head, her brown eyes full of humor. "Didn't you ever ask a guy out? Come on, Grace, we're at the dawn of the next millennium here. Most of them really like it when the woman takes the initiative. Anyway…" She shook back her long fall of straight-as-a-pin brown hair. "Jeff did—the sexy computer nerd? He got all flustered at first, but then he gave it to me, and when I called him I could tell he was happy about it. So we're going out Saturday, but I have to break up with Don first."
"Poor Don," Grace murmured, and glanced over absently as Aubrey knocked over the block tower she'd been building, then applauded its destruction.
"Oh, he'll get over it." Julie shrugged. "It's not like he's in love with me or anything. He's just used to having a chick."
Grace had to smile. A few months earlier, Julie had been wild about Don, rushing over to tell Grace every detail of their dates. Or, Grace suspected, at least an edited version of their dates. "You told me Don was the one."
"He was." Julie laughed. "For a while. I'm not ready for theonly one yet." Grace went to the refrigerator to pour the three of them a drink. At Julie's age—nineteen—she'd been pregnant, married, and worried about paying bills. She was only three years older than Julie, but it might as well have been three hundred. "You're right to look around, to be sure." She handed Julie a glass, held her gaze for a moment. "To be careful."
"I'm careful, Grace," Julie assured her, touched. "I'd like to be married one day. Especially if it means having a baby as beautiful as Aubrey. But I want to finish college, then see some of the world. Do…
things," she added, gesturing widely. "I don't want to find myself tied down, changing diapers and working at some dead-end job because I let some guy talk me into…" She trailed off, suddenly and sincerely appalled at herself. Eyes huge and apologetic, she slid off the counter. "God, I'm sorry. I can be so thick sometimes. I didn't mean that you—"
"It's all right." She gave Julie's arm a quick squeeze. "That's exactly what I did, exactly what I let happen to me. I'm glad you're smarter."
"I'm a moron," Julie murmured, very close to tears. "I'm an insensitive clod. I'm hateful."
"No, you're not." Grace gave a light laugh and picked up a pair of Aubrey's rompers from the basket.
"You didn't hurt my feelings. I'd hate to think we weren't friends enough for you to be able to say what you think."
"You're one of my best friends. And I've got a big mouth."
"Well, you do." Grace chuckled at Julie's wince. "But I like it."
"I love you and Aubrey, Grace."
"I know you do. Now stop worrying about it, and tell me where you're going with Jeff the cute computer guy?"
"Safe date. Movies andpizza ." Julie let out a soft sigh of relief. She'd have… shaved her head and dyed it purple, she decided, before she'd do anything to hurt Grace. Hoping to make up, just a little, for her insensitivity, she beamed a smile.
"You know, I'd be happy to keep Aubrey on your next night off if you and Ethan want to go out." Grace had finished folding the rompers and started on socks. She stopped, staring, with a tiny white sock trimmed in yellow in each hand. "What?"
"You know—catch a movie, go to a restaurant, whatever." She wiggled her brows on the "whatever," then fought to bite back a grin at Grace's expression. "You're not going to stand there and tell me you're not seeing Ethan Quinn."
"Well, he's… I'm…" She looked helplessly down at Aubrey.
"If it was supposed to be a secret, he should be parking his truck somewhere other than your driveway on the nights he sleeps over."
"Oh, God."
"What's the problem? It's not like you're having this illicit affair—like Mr. Wiggins has been having with Mrs. Lowen on Monday afternoons at the motel on Route 13." At Grace's strangled sound, Julie just shrugged. "My friend Robin's working there and taking night classes at the college, and she says how he checks in every Thursday morning at ten-thirty while she waits in her car. Anyway—"
"What must your mother think?" Grace whispered.
"Mom? About Mr. Wiggins? Well—"
"No, no." Grace didn't want to think about the portly Mr. Wiggins's weekly motel romp. "About…"
"Oh, you and Ethan. I think she said something about 'high time.' Mom's not an idiot. He's such ahunk ," Julie said with feeling. "I mean, the way he fills out a T-shirt is awesome. And that smile. It takes, like, ten minutes for it to finish moving over his face, and by then, man, you aredrooling . Robin and I went down to the waterfront every day for a month last summer just to watch him offload his catch."
"You did?" Grace said weakly.
"We both built a real case on him." She reached into the white stoneware cookie jar and found two oatmeal raisins. "I flirted with him, big time, whenever I got the chance."
"You… flirted with Ethan."
"Mmm." She nodded, swallowing cookie. "Really put some effort into it, too. Mostly I think it embarrassed him, but I got a couple of great smiles out of him." She smiled sunnily when Grace kept staring. "Oh, I'm way over it now, so don't worry."
"Good." Grace picked up the drink she'd neglected and drank deeply. "That's good."
"Still, he's got a terrific butt."
"You asked him for his phone number?" Grace was listening with only half an ear. She loved it when Julie came over just to visit. She was always so full of fun and talk and energy. But today it was hard to concentrate. Her mind was so full of what had happened between her and Ethan in those shady woods. What had leapt out of him to devour her—and why it had left him so distant afterward?
"Sure." Julie cocked her head, her brown eyes full of humor. "Didn't you ever ask a guy out? Come on, Grace, we're at the dawn of the next millennium here. Most of them really like it when the woman takes the initiative. Anyway…" She shook back her long fall of straight-as-a-pin brown hair. "Jeff did—the sexy computer nerd? He got all flustered at first, but then he gave it to me, and when I called him I could tell he was happy about it. So we're going out Saturday, but I have to break up with Don first."
"Poor Don," Grace murmured, and glanced over absently as Aubrey knocked over the block tower she'd been building, then applauded its destruction.
"Oh, he'll get over it." Julie shrugged. "It's not like he's in love with me or anything. He's just used to having a chick."
Grace had to smile. A few months earlier, Julie had been wild about Don, rushing over to tell Grace every detail of their dates. Or, Grace suspected, at least an edited version of their dates. "You told me Don was the one."
"He was." Julie laughed. "For a while. I'm not ready for theonly one yet." Grace went to the refrigerator to pour the three of them a drink. At Julie's age—nineteen—she'd been pregnant, married, and worried about paying bills. She was only three years older than Julie, but it might as well have been three hundred. "You're right to look around, to be sure." She handed Julie a glass, held her gaze for a moment. "To be careful."
"I'm careful, Grace," Julie assured her, touched. "I'd like to be married one day. Especially if it means having a baby as beautiful as Aubrey. But I want to finish college, then see some of the world. Do…
things," she added, gesturing widely. "I don't want to find myself tied down, changing diapers and working at some dead-end job because I let some guy talk me into…" She trailed off, suddenly and sincerely appalled at herself. Eyes huge and apologetic, she slid off the counter. "God, I'm sorry. I can be so thick sometimes. I didn't mean that you—"
"It's all right." She gave Julie's arm a quick squeeze. "That's exactly what I did, exactly what I let happen to me. I'm glad you're smarter."
"I'm a moron," Julie murmured, very close to tears. "I'm an insensitive clod. I'm hateful."
"No, you're not." Grace gave a light laugh and picked up a pair of Aubrey's rompers from the basket.
"You didn't hurt my feelings. I'd hate to think we weren't friends enough for you to be able to say what you think."
"You're one of my best friends. And I've got a big mouth."
"Well, you do." Grace chuckled at Julie's wince. "But I like it."
"I love you and Aubrey, Grace."
"I know you do. Now stop worrying about it, and tell me where you're going with Jeff the cute computer guy?"
"Safe date. Movies andpizza ." Julie let out a soft sigh of relief. She'd have… shaved her head and dyed it purple, she decided, before she'd do anything to hurt Grace. Hoping to make up, just a little, for her insensitivity, she beamed a smile.
"You know, I'd be happy to keep Aubrey on your next night off if you and Ethan want to go out." Grace had finished folding the rompers and started on socks. She stopped, staring, with a tiny white sock trimmed in yellow in each hand. "What?"
"You know—catch a movie, go to a restaurant, whatever." She wiggled her brows on the "whatever," then fought to bite back a grin at Grace's expression. "You're not going to stand there and tell me you're not seeing Ethan Quinn."
"Well, he's… I'm…" She looked helplessly down at Aubrey.
"If it was supposed to be a secret, he should be parking his truck somewhere other than your driveway on the nights he sleeps over."
"Oh, God."
"What's the problem? It's not like you're having this illicit affair—like Mr. Wiggins has been having with Mrs. Lowen on Monday afternoons at the motel on Route 13." At Grace's strangled sound, Julie just shrugged. "My friend Robin's working there and taking night classes at the college, and she says how he checks in every Thursday morning at ten-thirty while she waits in her car. Anyway—"
"What must your mother think?" Grace whispered.
"Mom? About Mr. Wiggins? Well—"
"No, no." Grace didn't want to think about the portly Mr. Wiggins's weekly motel romp. "About…"
"Oh, you and Ethan. I think she said something about 'high time.' Mom's not an idiot. He's such ahunk ," Julie said with feeling. "I mean, the way he fills out a T-shirt is awesome. And that smile. It takes, like, ten minutes for it to finish moving over his face, and by then, man, you aredrooling . Robin and I went down to the waterfront every day for a month last summer just to watch him offload his catch."
"You did?" Grace said weakly.
"We both built a real case on him." She reached into the white stoneware cookie jar and found two oatmeal raisins. "I flirted with him, big time, whenever I got the chance."
"You… flirted with Ethan."
"Mmm." She nodded, swallowing cookie. "Really put some effort into it, too. Mostly I think it embarrassed him, but I got a couple of great smiles out of him." She smiled sunnily when Grace kept staring. "Oh, I'm way over it now, so don't worry."
"Good." Grace picked up the drink she'd neglected and drank deeply. "That's good."
"Still, he's got a terrific butt."
