A Well-Lived Life 2 - Book 5 - Michelle
Chapter 4: Resentment

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Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: Resentment - This is the continuation of the story told in "A Well-Lived Life 2", Book 4. If you haven't read the entire 10 book "A Well-Lived Life" and the first four books of "A Well-Lived Life 2" you'll have some difficulty following the story. This is a dialog driven story. The author was voted 'Author of the Year' and 'Best New Author' in the 2015 Clitorides Awards, and 'Author of the Year' in 2017.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Workplace   Polygamy/Polyamory   First   Slow  

July 2, 1991, Chicago, Illinois

“I don’t think this is over by any stretch of the imagination,” Ben said.

We were back in Jack’s office, discussing the interview, with the ‘remote’ lawyers on the phone. Melanie was with us as well.

“I agree,” Jack said. “They clearly are onto something, though nothing that appears to be tied to NIKA or Steve.”

Because they were looking in the wrong place for ties to me. But that was just fine. And, as I thought about it, I hadn’t done much recently. I was a bit surprised that they weren’t aware of my visits to the Old Neighborhood Italian American Club, but I’d only been there a few times, and it had been some time ago. And, as always, I had legitimate business that I could point to as cover.

“If I had to guess,” Melanie said. “They’re trying to build a case against Alderman Bloom, but that doesn’t make a lot of sense given his reputation. Obviously, they’re looking for dirt on the unions, and we all know there’s not just smoke, but a roaring fire there. They’ll be back to this well at some point.”

“I agree,” Ben said. “They’ve shown you the stick. The carrot will come next.”

“Forget it,” I said. “I’m not going to act as an informant, or a mole, or whatever the hell they’re it is they’re thinking of asking. First of all, you all know my feelings about the government. Second, it would wreck my business. No attorney would trust me to go anywhere near any computer with confidential information on it, which is all of them. That’s one reason I called you, Ben.”

“You’re exactly right on that account - if we felt you were a government informant, we would never, ever let your firm into our offices, let alone take care of our computers. The risk would be too great. Yes, there’s the whole attorney-client privilege thing, but if you were to feed information to the FBI, they could easily construct probable cause for warrants for things they never knew existed, and it would be tough to prove they broke the law.”

“So what next?” I asked.

“Just sit tight and wait for them to come to you,” Ben said. “Jack, do you agree?”

“I do. It may be weeks, months, or even years, but they will be back. The investigation of Aldermen Roti and Medrano took years. And the Feds have been trying to break the Chicago Outfit for longer than we’ve been alive. Someday, they’ll find the insider they need, but it hasn’t happened yet.”

“Omertà is a pretty strong idea amongst the Italians,” I said.

“You know, they haven’t come upon the fact that your Chairman of the Board is of pure Italian descent,” Melanie said.

“What?” Ben almost shouted into the phone. “Did you all not think THAT was relevant?”

“Nobody knew but me and Melanie,” I said. “And, to be honest, I didn’t even think about it. Joyce married a Naval officer, so her last name is Tarrance, but she’s of pure Italian descent, though it was her grandparents who were born in the ‘Old Country’. She’s from Cincinnati, and runs a bunch of small businesses like bakeries, delis, and the like. She’s completely and totally legit. I’m sure of it.”

“They’ll have a field day when they uncover that little tidbit,” Ben said. “It won’t matter if she’s as clean as the new-fallen snow. Expect to hear from them when they eventually figure that out. And the rest of your board?”

I chuckled, “I think Al Barton, Beth Pater, and Commander Schumacher are clean. My dad used to work for the CIA.”

“Oh this is going to be LOADS of fun,” Ben sighed.

“Ben, there is no way for them to find that out unless either he or I tell them. All the records are sealed, and his real name is known only to about five people in the entire world.”

“Real name? We’re talking the FBI here.”

“Yes, but my dad also has a phone number to call if anyone starts digging. They’ll put an end to it. Trust me.”

“I think you and I, and the rest of the legal team, need to have a nice long talk,” Ben said. “This may be more complicated than we thought. Not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because of the leverage the FBI might think they have when they uncover this. I’m curious, do they know about your lifestyle?”

“They’ve never asked, but it’s not like I keep it secret. I don’t take out full-page ads in the paper about it, but it’s not hidden. I did talk to Ned about it. He was shocked and impressed.”

Ben laughed, “Which is the same reaction the partners here had.”

“And you do remember the trouble I had, right?”

“Yes, but that’s all resolved, correct?”

“Yes,” I said. “My family attorney shut that down. And after your suggestion about how to handle the situation, I don’t see it coming back.”

“Now I’ve missed something,” Jack said.

“I’ll bring you up to speed later,” Jamie grinned. “As Ben said, Steve’s life is a real circus.”

“Indeed it is,” Melanie laughed.

And much of it had its origins in Miss Melanie Spencer thirteen years previously in Milford, Ohio. We exchanged a look that communicated volumes to each other, but nothing to anyone else in the room.

That evening at home, I was relaxing with my wives, Elyse, and Abbie, when the phone rang. I hopped up to answer it.

“Hi, Steve!” Katy gushed.

“Hi! How are things?”

“Good. I’m feeling great and we’re back in business!”

“No problems with the smoke smell?” I asked.

“Other than new wood paneling and the replaced ceiling in my room, you’d never know anything happened! Even the chimney looks like it used to, because they used pre-weathered bricks.”

“Great! Any other fallout?”

“No cancellations, if that’s what you mean. After all, besides the article in the local paper, who would know about it? Nobody died and the total damage was under $35,000. It’s not newsworthy enough to have made the paper even in Boston, let alone nationally.”

“True. Did you hear anything from the guests who were displaced?”

“A very nice thank you letter from one couple for how we handled it. Otherwise, no. No complaints. And everyone who had their stays messed up is happy. I talked to all of them.”

“Keep me posted,” I said. “You can expect Jessica, Kara, Birgit, and me to come out again next spring!”

“I’m looking forward to it! Thanks for all the help you gave me. And thanks for coming out right away.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you when I get back from Europe.”

“Have fun!” Katy giggled.

“I intend to!” I said.

July 3, 1991, Chicago, Illinois

“Thanks for seeing us on short notice, Doctor Green,” I said as he ushered us into his office.

“You’re welcome. What’s the crisis?”

“Crisis?” Jessica asked. “Tiger? What’s going on?”

“Jessica,” Doctor Green said gently, “Relax, please. Steve, go ahead.”

I’d had a private discussion with Bethany about whether or not I should tell Jessica in advance, and, in the end, I’d rejected Bethany’s advice. I felt I needed Jessica to react, to be upset, even, to make any progress. Bethany had countered that doing something like that right before I left for Europe, with Jessica seven months pregnant, was not something she felt was a good idea. I was about to find out who was right.

“Jess,” I said. “I’m going to be direct. I’ve started to have serious feelings of resentment about how you’re handling my mental health issues. I talked to Doctor Bradford about it, and he advised me to schedule this meeting with Doctor Green to get everything out in the open before I went away and the resentment built further.”

“Resentment?” Jessica growled. “Seriously? Because I care for you and want to make sure you’re healthy? Give me a break! Quit being an oversensitive baby about this! Act like a man!”

I hadn’t expected that kind of visceral reaction from her. And now I was very glad we were with Doctor Green to act as a referee. Putting Kara in that position would have been nightmarish.

“Jessica,” Doctor Green said gently, “Take a deep breath and relax. Remember, this room is the place where you can say what you really feel, and we deal with it. Can you do that for me?”

She glared at him, then at me, then at Kara.

“Did YOU know about this?” she asked, angrily.

Kara shook her head, “He didn’t talk to me about it, but I know he’s been bristling over how you’re treating him.”

“And you didn’t say anything to me? Why?”

“Jessica,” Doctor Green said firmly. “It’s not going to help if you lash out at your husband and wife.”

She crossed her arms and simply glared at Doctor Green again. I could FEEL the cold wave that was emanating from her, and I was sure that would not be her only outburst in the next hour. When she didn’t say anything for a moment, Doctor Green continued.

“Steve, as neutrally as you can, please explain why you feel the way you do. And remember, what you perceived may not be what Jessica intended.”

I nodded, “I understand. I guess I feel stifled. I’ve been exercising regularly since I was thirteen. First it was swimming, then running, then karate, and then running again, in addition to karate. I don’t need to be reminded constantly that I need to exercise. I have missed some days, but always with good and reasonable cause. And I do my best, allowing for the circumstances. For example, when I was in Vermont, I ran two mornings. And when I go to Sweden and Russia, I’ll run as well.

“As for my diet, I’ve been very good about it, and the low-sugar, reduced-carbohydrate diet is something I started even before I started seeing Doctor Bradford. Al had me on that for other reasons, but mainly to prevent diabetes years down the road. He was concerned about the amount of soda I was drinking. He had the same concerns about me smoking my pipe or a cigar on occasion.

“I guess what I’m saying is that I had already adopted the lifestyle changes, and don’t need to be reminded every second of every minute of every day to follow them. If I had any manic episodes, or got seriously depressed, then I could see Jessica checking up on me to make sure I was maintaining the diet and exercise regimen. I did have one near manic episode, but Kara quickly used the techniques Doctor Bradford suggested and I pulled back.”

Jessica was fuming, but didn’t say anything.

“What brought on that episode?” Doctor Green asked.

“It was our fault,” Kara interjected. “Jessica and I kept something important from Steve and he found out about it. He was upset, but as he said, I insisted very firmly he stop, take several deep breaths, and calm down. He did right away. And what we kept from him was important enough to him that I think him being a bit upset was probably warranted.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“I’d rather not go into too much detail, but it was about a girl who came on to him. We knew she was going to, and knew he would be surprised, but we didn’t warn him. It’s complicated. But WE made the mistake, didn’t we Jess?”

“Yes,” Jessica said grudgingly.

“OK. Now we have Steve’s perspective. We’ll delve deeper once I hear your perspective, Jessica.”

“I’m just trying to take care of him!” she growled, sounding both disgusted and angry. “And I guess he’s ungrateful!”

“Jessica, don’t assign motives or feelings. Just state the facts.”

“Fine!” she huffed, now more clearly angry. “When I see that there’s a risk for him having an episode, and when our routine breaks, I remind him to follow the guidance Doctor Barton and Doctor Bradford have given him. And OF COURSE I want him to stop smoking. So does every other doctor he knows, including you! But he’s a stubborn MAN and is set in his ways!”

That was both true and not true. I’d changed a lot. But there were indeed some things I wasn’t going to yield on, and the pipe that Stephie had given me was one of those things. I knew the risks and I accepted them. And that was, I thought, part of the problem here.

“Doc, may I say something that might be part of the core issue?” I asked.

“Would you let Kara give her perspective first, please?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I agree with Jessica about caring for Steve and making sure he follows the instructions from the doctors.”

Jessica smiled smugly.

“But, I also know that Steve understands and follows them. When he doesn’t, it’s usually for a very good, very clear reason, just as he said. If I saw a pattern developing, then I would say something. But I don’t see that. Missing a run because he has to take an early flight, or occasionally eating a burger on the run because of his schedule isn’t going to hurt him. So I keep quiet about it, except when there’s a real issue, like the other day with his manic moment.”

Jessica’s smile turned to a frown. Kara had just neatly pointed out that she, too, felt that Jessica was being oppressive.

“Steve?”

“I think there are two things going on,” I said carefully. “First, Jessica’s professional training has her, at least in this regard, treating me like a patient, not a husband. But more importantly, I think it’s a disagreement on calculated risk.”

“How so?” he asked.

“I’ll put it in terms of an ongoing debate between us. I think NASCAR drivers are well aware of the risks they take, and that they should be allowed to decide for themselves if the risk is acceptable. And the rules should reflect that. Not that there should be no safety rules, but if competitors understand the risks, then they are free to take them. It’s similar to when I went skydiving. I had to formally acknowledge the risk by signing my name a bunch of times. Or with the NHL when they imposed the helmet rule. They grandfathered players who never wore helmets before, were allowed to continue not wearing them, on the condition they acknowledged the risk and signed a waiver.

“Jessica doesn’t agree with my assessment. We’ve had very long discussions about that, and I’ve pointed out that everything contains some level of risk. I’m sure she knows it, because she has to take calculated risks in the ER. And that’s what I’m doing with my smoking, for example. I KNOW the risks. I’m not pretending they don’t exist the way the tobacco companies try to do. I understand. And I believe the enjoyment I get from smoking my pipe a few times a year is worth the risk. Just like my friend Bill Elliott thinks that getting into his car and driving at more than 200MPH in circles within inches of forty other cars is worth the risk.”

Doctor Green nodded.

“Jessica? Kara? What do you think?”

They looked at each other and Kara spoke first.

“I think there might be something to that. Both of those things, actually. When Steve received some news about a fire in Vermont, the first thing Jessica did was get her bag and insist that he let her do an exam. I’m a chemistry professor, not a doctor, but I think he looked fine.”

I couldn’t help myself laughing.

“What?” Kara asked.

“You just reversed the McCoy line!” I said, still chuckling.

“Oh! I did!” she giggled. “Oops!”

“So you think she overreacted?” Doctor Green asked.

Kara shook her head, “No, I think she reacted as a doctor, not as a wife. And I think that’s what’s bothering Steve more than anything. Yes, they disagree on assumption of risk. I disagree with both of them, actually, because I’m kind of in the middle. Steve is extreme in that anyone should be able to assume any risk they want to; while Jessica believes that we should eliminate any risk that we’re able to, without regard to individual freedom.”

“Jessica?” Doctor Green prompted.

She was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and blew it out, “I think Kara’s right. I’m acting like a doctor, not a wife.”

Doctor Green nodded, “Now we have a basis to sort this out. On the risk assumption thing, that’s going to be a source of conflict for the rest of your lives, especially with regard to your children. Steve is probably willing to let them do pretty much anything they want, whereas Jessica will be more protective, and Kara will evaluate each situation individually.”

That was an interesting assessment. I’d always thought it would be Kara who was the ‘overprotective’ mom. But as I sat there, I realized he was probably right. The clues were all there. I’d just missed them.

“Do your kids do anything dangerous at this point?” he asked.

“That depends on what you call dangerous. Jesse has started playing hockey. But he’s a child by me and Jennifer, and his two moms are OK with him playing hockey. They’d never let him play football, though.”

“And why is that?”

I smiled, “Because of the perceived risk. If one of my kids wanted to drive Go-Karts, I’d support that. I’m not sure that Jess would, though.”

She laughed, “Oh, you know EXACTLY what I would think on THAT topic!”

The fact that she laughed was a good sign.

“Yes, I do. And so far, none of them have asked. We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.”

“Or drive off it...” Jessica sighed.

“Let’s focus on the acting like a doctor versus acting like a wife issue,” Doctor Green said, redirecting the conversation. “We won’t solve the other one today, or perhaps ever. It’ll just be a series of discussions and compromises.”

“I guess I don’t know how to turn off being a doctor,” Jessica said. “And I guess that was Doctor Barton’s problem with his first two marriages.”

“Yes, but we can’t implement his solution,” I said.

“Which was?” Doctor Green asked. “If you can share.”

I nodded, “To marry someone who wasn’t home all the time. His wife is,” I smirked, “a rocket scientist, and she spends a lot of time at JPL in California, as well as other NASA installations and offices, including in DC.”

“She’s an astrophysicist, right?” he asked.

“Yes, of course. I was being flip with the ‘rocket scientist’ bit. But his solution was to find someone who wouldn’t interfere with his career, but could provide what he needed in a wife. He found Belinda. Much the way Jessica found me.”

“And I think, deep down, that’s part and parcel of this whole thing,” Doctor Green said. “You’ve come to terms with the whole ‘trophy husband’ issue, but when situations such as this occur, it is very likely always in the back of your mind. And it always will be. Not in that you harbor resentment over that, but it does impact your feelings, even if you insist you’re OK with it. In a way, it’s like the cheating episode for Kara. She’s forgiven you, but the knowledge is still there and always will be. And it also impacts her thinking on anything that happens.”

“So what do we do?” I asked.

“The same thing as you always do. Talk. Be aware of the issue. Understand the conflict. Find a happy medium.”

“I don’t know that I can ever turn off ‘Doctor Jessica’,” she sighed.

“And you shouldn’t!” Doctor Green said. “It’s who you are at your core. You know how you two always say that at his core, Steve will never, ever be monogamous and shouldn’t try? Well, the same applies to you as a doctor, and Kara as a mom. Those are your core personality traits. They are who you are. But, and we’ve talked about this repeatedly, that doesn’t mean they control you. You have to pay them respect, but at times, you have to moderate them.

“For example, Steve has moderated his insane promiscuity. It’ll never go away, short of drugs, but I think the three of you and Elyse have it reasonably under control. Well, at least so far as you all are concerned. As for Kara, she puts her children first, but moderates that so that she can have a good relationship with her spouses. You need to do the same, Jessica. Find a way to be ‘Doctor Jessica’ but also be a loving wife to Steve and Kara, and a loving mother to your son and your unborn child.

“All three of you have decided that you want careers. So you hired a nanny. But from what I can tell, all of you would prefer to be with your kids and each other. You’ve made tradeoffs, just as everyone else does. You’ve made accommodations to fulfill as many of your goals as possible. And, I say this advisedly, the one who has compromised the least so far is you, Jessica. Both Steve and Kara have compromised a lot to accommodate your training. Do you acknowledge that?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “And maybe too much.”

“No way!” Kara said firmly. “We love you and we want you with us. We knew the compromises we’d have to make, right Steve?”

I nodded, “Yes. We talked about them a lot. In advance. And we had a very good taste during your fourth year of medical school!”

“But you give up so much! Over the past five years, you’ve rarely missed walking me to and from the hospital!”

“I do that because I want to,” I said. “Because I love you. It’s not a sacrifice! And I don’t want you to stop being ‘Doctor Jessica’! I just want you to be my wife as well. Look, we know each other well enough to know that you and I are not exactly the most romantic couple on the planet. Neither of us have much use for that, though I do it for Kara because I love her so much.”

“Wait!” Kara gasped. “You don’t like the romantic stuff?”

Doctor Green smiled and shook his head, “And here we go again!”

“I do it because I know you want it, Honey,” I said. “But think about how I deal with birthdays and holidays and stuff like that. I enjoy the time with friends and family, because that’s what matters to me. The flowers, the cards, the little gifts, all of that is because you want it. If you notice, Jess doesn’t get the same treatment.”

Kara sat quietly for a moment, “Wow. I never knew.”

“Does that make you sad? Or angry?” Doctor Green asked.

She shook her head slowly, “No. Just confused. Steve has been nothing but romantic with me since our first date. I thought he didn’t do that with Jess or Elyse because they, I mean the girls, didn’t like it. I didn’t realize he didn’t like it, either.”

“It’s not about liking or disliking it, Kara,” I said gently. “It’s about loving you. Just because something isn’t my cup of tea, doesn’t mean that I won’t do it.”

Kara smirked, and I knew exactly what she was thinking.

She looked at me, then at Jessica, then simply said, “Katt.”

Jessica and I both broke up laughing.

“I’m sorry, what about a cat?” Doctor Green asked.

“Not a cat, like an animal,” I said, trying to control my laughter. “Katt, as in Katrina, a person; though actually, the nickname does mean ‘cat’ in Swedish. And it’s a looooong story!”

Kara giggled, “It’s actually a very short story! Steve had experimented with anal sex a few times, but wasn’t into it. Katt changed his mind!”

“When was this?” Doctor Green asked, shaking his head once again.

“When I lived in Sweden as an exchange student. I’ll actually be seeing her and her husband this weekend in Stockholm.”

“Steve got them together,” Kara said. “One of the many couples that he helped get together. After screwing the daylights out of the girl, that is!”

“I think we need to go back to weekly appointments,” Doctor Green said, laughing. “I believe I’ve missed quite a bit in our conversations!”

“It’s because we focused on our trio,” I said. “We only brought up things that were relevant to whatever issue it was we were working on at the time.”

“It seems to me that we have the issue out in the open. And with the three of you, that’s usually sufficient. I’ll see you at our regular appointment when Steve gets back from Europe. Steve, have a safe trip!”

“Thanks, Doctor Green,” I said.

The girls thanked him and we left his office to walk home.

“You should have just told me, Tiger,” Jessica said softly as the three of us walked hand-in-hand.

“I tried, Babe. I really did. I couldn’t get through the doctor to my wife.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I’ve been a horrible wife to you.”

“No, you haven’t!” Kara objected. “You’ve been very much what Steve has needed the past five years. You just need to soften the ‘Doctor Jessica’ persona a little bit for him.”

“I agree, Babe,” I said gently. “Mostly it’s been very good since we reconciled. And I understand you care and your concerns. Kara has them, too. And I like ‘Doctor Jessica’, but in the right context. I’d really prefer my doctor stay out of my bedroom!”

The girls laughed.

“Will you two help me?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “But in our case, it takes three to tango.”

“I’ll try. I promise!”

“Yoda’s opinion notwithstanding, that’s all we can ever do,” I said.

July 4, 1991, Chicago, Illinois

“I’m glad I have the day off,” Jessica said as we lay in bed on Thursday morning. “I want to come to the airport with you!”

“It’s going to be a crazy contingent! Me and Jesse, of course, you two, Jesse’s moms, Melanie, and last I heard, Birgit was insisting on coming to say goodbye.”

“She is!” Kara said. “And you would never deny your Pumpkin anything she wants!”

“True.”

“I thought you didn’t need to worry about being arrested, Tiger,” Jessica said.

“I don’t, but Ben suggested an abundance of caution because the FBI could change their mind at any point. And Melanie will certainly take the opportunity to give me one of her patented kisses!”

Jessica laughed, “That girl would fuck you sideways if you were willing!”

I shook my head, “Not any more. In the past? Yes. But it’s all an act to annoy Pete at this point. And I’m sure Pete knows that, too.”

“But he won’t be there, will he?”

“No, he’ll be here with Jonathan. Elyse is still hosting the Fourth of July party, despite the two main attractions being gone!”

“And the two biggest egos!” Kara giggled.

“Nah, Jess and Al will be here! They make up for it, in spades!” I teased.

Everyone laughed.

“Shall we have some breakfast?” I asked. “I need to finish packing, and then make sure Jesse is packed and ready as well.”

We got out of bed, showered, and headed down for breakfast, stopping to get all of the kids from the nursery and the bedroom.

“Daddy? Can I go?” Birgit asked as we were sitting down to eat.

“Not this time, Pumpkin,” I said, picking her up. “This trip is for Jesse and me.”

“Will you take me?”

I nodded, “Someday, yes, I promise we’ll get you to Sweden.”

With good reason. At some point, she would need to know the story of the first Birgit, and I felt a visit to Birgit’s grave was an important part of that. When that trip would happen was anyone’s guess, but it would. Eventually.

She kissed me, then climbed from my lap to get into her booster seat and eat her breakfast. When we all finished eating, we cleaned up, and I went to the coach house to check on Jesse.

“He’s been packed for two days!” Jennifer laughed as I walked into the kitchen. “He would have packed a week ago if I’d let him!”

“Hi, Dad!” Jesse called out from the living room.

“Hi, Jesse! Mom One says you’re all ready!”

“Yes!” he said coming into the kitchen. “Dad, does everyone in Sweden talk like you and Aunt Sofia when you talk?”

“Yes, normally, but all the adults and the older kids will all speak English. They learn in school.”

“But not Kjell?”

“No. He’s too little. The same is true for Marta, my friend Pia’s daughter. But I think you’ll figure it out. And there will always be adults. In Russia, I mostly won’t be able to understand what they say unless they speak English!”

“Why do we not talk the same way?”

“That’s a good question! I think because people who live in different places come up with new words and new ways to say things, and eventually, it turns into a different language. When you get bigger, you can read Shakespeare and see what English was like four hundred years ago. Or Chaucer for seven hundred years ago. Or Beowulf for a thousand years ago. It’s very different.”

“A thousand? How much is that?”

“A lot,” Jennifer said. “It’s counting to ten one hundred times!”

“Wow! Can I learn to talk like you and Aunt Sofia?”

“Yes, but it would take some time. It took me five or six months while living in Sweden to learn.”

“But everyone talked like we do to you?”

“At first, yes. But then they spoke Swedish, like your Aunt Sofia does to me.”

“Maybe I should learn Russia talk instead!” he said.

“‘Russian’,” I corrected him. “And maybe that’s a good idea! There are people here who could teach you, I’m sure! You know Andrei and Svetlana speak Russian. And I think Mr. Vasily.”

“Wow! I never heard them!”

“Because they speak English to you. You can ask Mr. Vasily or Andrei at church.”

“I will!” he said. “I’m going to go play!”

“OK. I’ll see you at 2:00pm to go to the airport.”

He walked back into the living room.

“Steve, do you have a moment to talk about babysitting?” Jennifer asked.

“Sure. What’s the issue?”

“Well, Fawn and April kind of split the duties, but you know Fawn’s leaving at the end of July.”

“Can April and Sarah pick up the slack, at least in the short term?” I asked.

“No. I asked. Both of them have more or less steady boyfriends at this point, and that kind of interferes with doing more babysitting. I was thinking of asking Keisha.”

“The black girl?” I asked. “Have you checked her out?”

Jennifer laughed, “I’m sure YOU have!”

She was right, of course. I HAD checked her out. Those legs! They seemed to never stop!

“Cute, Jen!” I chuckled. “Seriously, though.”

“Yes. I asked Belinda last week, and then called two families for whom Keisha has babysat. They raved about her. She’s seventeen and will be a Senior in the fall. She said she’s available on the same schedule as Fawn was. When she goes off to college, we’ll need to figure something out, but that gives us a year. And she can get a friend of hers to help. I talked to Belinda about the friend, too, and she checks out.”

“Clear it with the other moms and I’m fine with it. At some point, we’ll likely lose April, too.”

“It’s only a matter of time.”

“OK. I need to go back and finish packing. I’ll be back for our son in a few hours.”

Jennifer gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, and I headed back to the main house to finish packing for the trip.

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