We'll Always Have Summer
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“I’m not in favor of this either, Belly. I think you’re too young.” He cleared his throat again. “We’ve discussed it, and if you want to live with Jeremiah in an apartment this fall, we’ll allow it. You’ll have to chip in if it costs more than the dorms, but we’ll pay what we’ve been paying.”
I wasn’t expecting that. A compromise. I was sure it had been my dad’s idea, but I couldn’t take the deal.
“Dad, I don’t just want to live in an apartment with Jeremiah. That’s not why we’re getting married.”
“Then why are you getting married?” my mother asked me.
“We love each other. We’ve thought it through, we really have.”
My mother gestured at my left hand. “Who paid for that ring? I know Jeremiah doesn’t have a job.”
I put my hand in my lap. “He used his credit card,” I said.
“His credit card that Adam pays for. If Jeremiah can’t afford a ring, he has no business buying one.”
“It didn’t cost much.” I had no idea how much the ring had cost, but the diamond was so little, I figured it couldn’t have been that expensive.
Sighing, my mother glanced over at my father and then back at me. “You might not believe me when I say this, but when your father and I got married, we were very much in love. Very, very much in love. We went into marriage with the best of intentions. But all of that just wasn’t enough to sustain us.”
Their love for each other, Steven and me, our family—none of it was enough to make their marriage work.
I knew all of that already.
“Do you regret it?” I asked her.
“Belly, it isn’t as simple as that.”
I interrupted her. “Do you regret our family? Do you regret me and Steven?”
Sighing deeply, she said, “No.”
“Dad, do you?”
“Belly, no. Of course not. That’s not what you’re mother’s trying to say.”
“Jeremiah and I aren’t you and Mom. We’ve known each other our whole lives.” I tried to appeal to my father.
“Dad, your cousin Martha got married young, and she and Bert have been married for, like, thirty years! It can work, I know it can. Jeremiah and I will make it work just like they did. We’re going to be happy. We want you guys to be happy for us.”
My father rubbed his beard in a way I knew well—he was going to defer to my mother the way he always did.
Any second, he would look at her with a question in his eyes. It was all up to her now. Actually, it had always been up to her.
We both looked at her. My mother was the judge.
That was the way it worked in our family. She closed her eyes briefly and then said, “I can’t support you in this decision, Isabel. If you go forward with this wedding, I won’t support it. I won’t be there.”
It knocked the wind out of me. Even though I was expecting it, her continued disapproval … still. Still, I thought she’d come around, at least a little.
“Mom,” I said, my voice breaking, “come on.”
Looking pained, my father said, “Belly, let’s all just think on this some more, okay? This is very sudden for us.”
I ignored him and looked only at my mother.
Pleadingly, I said, “Mom? I know you don’t mean that.”
She shook her head. “I do mean it.”
“Mom, you can’t not be at my wedding. That’s crazy.”
I tried to sound calm, like I wasn’t on the verge of out-and-out hysteria.
“No, what’s crazy is the idea of a teenager getting married.” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t know what to say to get through to you. How do I get through to you, Isabel?”
“You can’t,” I said.
My mother leaned forward, her eyes fixed on me.
“Don’t do this.”
“It’s already decided. I’m marrying Jeremiah.” I stood up jerkily. “If you can’t be happy for me, then maybe—
maybe it’s best you don’t come.”
I was already at the staircase when my dad called out,
“Belly, wait.”
I stopped, and then I heard my mother say, “Let her go.”
When I was in my room, I called Jeremiah. The first thing he said was, “Do you want me to talk to her?”
“That won’t help. I’m telling you, she’s made up her mind. I know her. She won’t budge. At least not right now.”
He was silent. “Then what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.” I started to cry.
“Are you saying you want to postpone the wedding?”
“No!”
“Then what should we do?”
Wiping my face, I said, “I guess just move ahead with the wedding. Start planning.”
As soon as we got off the phone, I started seeing things more clearly. I needed to separate emotion from reason. Refusing to go to the wedding was my mother’s trump card. It was the only leg she had to stand on. And she was bluffing. She had to be bluffing. No matter how upset or disappointed she was in me, I couldn’t believe 116 · jenny han
that she would miss her only daughter’s wedding. I just couldn’t.
All there was to do now was to steamroll ahead and get this wedding in motion. With or without my mother by my side, this was happening.
Chapter Twenty-three
I was folding my laundry when Steven knocked on my door later that night. As usual he only gave me a couple of seconds before opening it; he never waited for me to say “come in.” He came into the room and shut the door behind him. Steven stood in my room awkwardly, leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.
“What?” I said. Although I already knew.
“Sooo … are you and Jere serious about this?”
I stacked some T-shirts into a pile. “Yes.”
Steven crossed the room and sat at my desk, absorbing my answer for a minute. Then he faced me, straddling the chair, and said, “You realize that’s insane, right? We’re not living in the foothills of West Virginia. There’s no reason you have to get married so young.”
“What do you know about West Virginia?” I scoffed.
“You’ve never even been there.”
“That’s besides the point.”
“What is your point?”
“My point is, you guys are too young.”
“Did Mom send you up here to talk to me?”
I wasn’t expecting that. A compromise. I was sure it had been my dad’s idea, but I couldn’t take the deal.
“Dad, I don’t just want to live in an apartment with Jeremiah. That’s not why we’re getting married.”
“Then why are you getting married?” my mother asked me.
“We love each other. We’ve thought it through, we really have.”
My mother gestured at my left hand. “Who paid for that ring? I know Jeremiah doesn’t have a job.”
I put my hand in my lap. “He used his credit card,” I said.
“His credit card that Adam pays for. If Jeremiah can’t afford a ring, he has no business buying one.”
“It didn’t cost much.” I had no idea how much the ring had cost, but the diamond was so little, I figured it couldn’t have been that expensive.
Sighing, my mother glanced over at my father and then back at me. “You might not believe me when I say this, but when your father and I got married, we were very much in love. Very, very much in love. We went into marriage with the best of intentions. But all of that just wasn’t enough to sustain us.”
Their love for each other, Steven and me, our family—none of it was enough to make their marriage work.
I knew all of that already.
“Do you regret it?” I asked her.
“Belly, it isn’t as simple as that.”
I interrupted her. “Do you regret our family? Do you regret me and Steven?”
Sighing deeply, she said, “No.”
“Dad, do you?”
“Belly, no. Of course not. That’s not what you’re mother’s trying to say.”
“Jeremiah and I aren’t you and Mom. We’ve known each other our whole lives.” I tried to appeal to my father.
“Dad, your cousin Martha got married young, and she and Bert have been married for, like, thirty years! It can work, I know it can. Jeremiah and I will make it work just like they did. We’re going to be happy. We want you guys to be happy for us.”
My father rubbed his beard in a way I knew well—he was going to defer to my mother the way he always did.
Any second, he would look at her with a question in his eyes. It was all up to her now. Actually, it had always been up to her.
We both looked at her. My mother was the judge.
That was the way it worked in our family. She closed her eyes briefly and then said, “I can’t support you in this decision, Isabel. If you go forward with this wedding, I won’t support it. I won’t be there.”
It knocked the wind out of me. Even though I was expecting it, her continued disapproval … still. Still, I thought she’d come around, at least a little.
“Mom,” I said, my voice breaking, “come on.”
Looking pained, my father said, “Belly, let’s all just think on this some more, okay? This is very sudden for us.”
I ignored him and looked only at my mother.
Pleadingly, I said, “Mom? I know you don’t mean that.”
She shook her head. “I do mean it.”
“Mom, you can’t not be at my wedding. That’s crazy.”
I tried to sound calm, like I wasn’t on the verge of out-and-out hysteria.
“No, what’s crazy is the idea of a teenager getting married.” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t know what to say to get through to you. How do I get through to you, Isabel?”
“You can’t,” I said.
My mother leaned forward, her eyes fixed on me.
“Don’t do this.”
“It’s already decided. I’m marrying Jeremiah.” I stood up jerkily. “If you can’t be happy for me, then maybe—
maybe it’s best you don’t come.”
I was already at the staircase when my dad called out,
“Belly, wait.”
I stopped, and then I heard my mother say, “Let her go.”
When I was in my room, I called Jeremiah. The first thing he said was, “Do you want me to talk to her?”
“That won’t help. I’m telling you, she’s made up her mind. I know her. She won’t budge. At least not right now.”
He was silent. “Then what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.” I started to cry.
“Are you saying you want to postpone the wedding?”
“No!”
“Then what should we do?”
Wiping my face, I said, “I guess just move ahead with the wedding. Start planning.”
As soon as we got off the phone, I started seeing things more clearly. I needed to separate emotion from reason. Refusing to go to the wedding was my mother’s trump card. It was the only leg she had to stand on. And she was bluffing. She had to be bluffing. No matter how upset or disappointed she was in me, I couldn’t believe 116 · jenny han
that she would miss her only daughter’s wedding. I just couldn’t.
All there was to do now was to steamroll ahead and get this wedding in motion. With or without my mother by my side, this was happening.
Chapter Twenty-three
I was folding my laundry when Steven knocked on my door later that night. As usual he only gave me a couple of seconds before opening it; he never waited for me to say “come in.” He came into the room and shut the door behind him. Steven stood in my room awkwardly, leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.
“What?” I said. Although I already knew.
“Sooo … are you and Jere serious about this?”
I stacked some T-shirts into a pile. “Yes.”
Steven crossed the room and sat at my desk, absorbing my answer for a minute. Then he faced me, straddling the chair, and said, “You realize that’s insane, right? We’re not living in the foothills of West Virginia. There’s no reason you have to get married so young.”
“What do you know about West Virginia?” I scoffed.
“You’ve never even been there.”
“That’s besides the point.”
“What is your point?”
“My point is, you guys are too young.”
“Did Mom send you up here to talk to me?”
