Essie burst into the room.
Well, that wasn't unusual โ Essie always burst into rooms.
It was the look on her face, though, that made Doug put
down his hacksaw. It wasn't very often he saw his wife in
a state of panic.
"Essie?"
She groped for words. It didn't seem to be about Josh: he
was right there, tucked baby-perfect into her elbow and
chewing on her knuckle,looking as content as a five-month-
old teething baby could. Staying in the church nursery
during Sunday school obviously hadn't done him any bodily
harm. The walk home perhaps? Had something happened then?
"Promise me!" she blurted out finally.
Doug stashed the saw in its proper drawer and began
walking toward Essie to take Josh."Promise you what?"
"Promise me Josh will never make bathroom jokes, or think
crawling under the sanctuary pews is cool, or try to blow
Kool-Aid out his nose because he was dared to, or draw the
Apostles having a belching competition on his gospel
lesson papers โ promise me!"
Doug tucked Josh onto his shoulder, feeling his shirt
dampen. His new son seemed to be a constant source of
saliva."Slow down, Essie...."
Which was useless,since Essie had now begun to pace the
tiny workshop they'd carved out on the back porch of their
San Francisco apartment."Promise me he'll never see who
can say booger ten times fastest, or bark like a puppy for
ten straight minutes while someone's trying to teach him
about forgiveness, and that he will possess the seemingly
rare ability to sit still for thirty seconds, and that he
won't turn into one of them!"
Doug wasn't sure there was a safe response to that. He
tried to catch Essie's hand as she paced the short length
of the deck, but she slid out of his grasp. She turned and
crossed the length again,tugging at her ponytail.She
looked like she had another hundred such laps in her.
"They're animals," she said to no one in particular.
"They're little beasts in tiny khaki pants and itty-bitty
loafers. They couldn't have been raised by humans. They're
animals."
"They're second-grade boys. That's pretty close to animals
in my book."
"No." Essie turned to him, eyeing him like a biology
specimen."These aren't normal boys. Men who run companies
and drive school buses and file tax returns don't start
out like this. Mobsters start out like this, not nice
boys."
"You just had a bad day."
"You know," she replied as she rubbed at a marker stain on
the cuff of her shirt,"I thought that. Last week. But this
week was just the same. They're lunatics, these little
boys. It's like trying to teach a band of chimpanzees on a
sugar high."
She stopped pacing and leaned her body back against one of
the support columns. Strands of curly hair had escaped her
ponytail, and she pushed them aside with an annoyed
gesture."I don't why I ever let Mark-o talk me into this."
Doug offered Josh a knuckle, wincing as the tiny edge of a
new tooth made itself known. "You were excited about this.
Essie, you've always been great with kids. You're great
with Josh. You were voted Teacher of the Year before we
left New Jersey. You can do this."
She turned her gaze out over the alley, away from him. "No
one in the hallowed halls of Pembrook High School ever
called me Mrs. Poopy-head."
"Well, not to your face, maybe..."
"Doug..."
"Okay, okay." He came up behind her and kissed one
shoulder."So they're a rough crowd. And they lack certain
social skills. That doesn't make you a bad teacher.From
what I remember of second grade, "poopy-head' is a
compliment."
A tiny laugh escaped her lips. "So this is like
kindergarten, where if I hit you it means I like you?"
"Not exactly. By second grade the 'cootie factor' comes
into play. Look, Essie, Mark's under a lot of pressure
from those private-school-types to get things right. He
wouldn't have asked you to teach at his church if he
didn't think you'd do a great job."
"I bet he'll get calls today. Mrs. Covington's gonna pop
right out of her Guccis when she sees her son's 'Burping
Apostle Peter." Where do those little minds dream up this
stuff ?"
"You were expecting them to line up and sing 'Jesus Loves
Me' in harmony? Don't you remember second grade?"
She rested her head against the pillar. Josh reached out a
chubby hand to grasp at his mother's curls, now within
reach, and tried stuffing one in his mouth. Essie winced
at the pull and turned to face them."I thought I could
handle them, Doug."
"You can.You're just going to have to work a little harder
than you thought to pull it off."
"I don't know."
"I do. The Essie Walker I married can't be conquered. You
could shot-put one of those kids across the room if you
had to, and I bet they know it. Perhaps during next week's
lesson you could mention that you are the New Jersey state
champion."
"These boys don't even respect the laws of gravity.
They're not going to respect the 1993 New Jersey state
shot-put title."
"I don't know," said Doug, breathing in the particularly
wonderful scent of his wife's neck. "It goes a long way
with me."
"You," she said, her voice pitching a bit higher when he
kissed her in just the right spot,"don't count."
"Joshua and I are insulted at that remark." Doug pulled
away in mock indignation.
"I'll make it up to you."
She leaned in to kiss him, her hair glinting in the early
afternoon sunlight. Doug inhaled in sweet expectation.
Only to hear his son fill his diaper. Enthusiastically.
And then snort in manly satisfaction.
Doug rolled his eyes."Boys and their bodily functions."
Essie sighed."I'll change this one."
"No," Doug countered. "I think you've had enough of male
physiology for one morning. I'll take this one. There's
some pink lemonade in the fridge. I'll take care of Mr.
Toxic Pants here and meet you back on the deck chairs." He
used his free hand to nudge her shoulders toward the
kitchen.
Essie didn't argue. Which could only mean those boys
really had been beasts.
The second-grade boys' Sunday school class at Bayside
Christian Church was proving to require stamina of Olympic
proportions. Two weeks into the job โ no, Essie corrected
herself, into the ministry โ and she was up to her
earlobes in doubt. She was a fine teacher, but try as she
might, she could not get the upper hand with this
squirrelly class. Essie was still shaking her head as she
closed the fridge door and returned to the porch to sink
into an Adirondack chair.
She loved these angled wood chairs. They barely fit on the
deck, and their New England rustic charm clashed with the
jazzy Euro-style that was San Francisco. Ah, but Essie
wouldn't give these chairs up for the world. They were
home. Barbecues in the backyard followed by walks to the
beach. They were morning coffee cups steaming into the
salt-laden air,they were lemonades on the lawn when it was
hot and sticky. Essie let her head fall back against the
wood and tried to conjure up a New Jersey Sunday from the
scents that lingered in the grain. Of a life where she
knew what to do and where she fit in. It worked a bit โ
just the hints, the barest fragments of a Jersey shore
summer came uncurling out of her memory. Had they really
been in San Francisco for a month? Had she really jumped
straight from the shores of one ocean to the shores of
another? The tang of soy sauce from the sushi bar on the
corner floated in on the breeze as if to confirm her
thoughts.
Josh's post-baby-wipe coos came through the
doorway. "Wow!"commented Doug,wrinkling his nose as he
tucked Josh back onto his shoulder."Can all that come out
of one baby at one time?"
"Please...not one more shred of conversation about body
functions. Even from you. Even about Josh."
Doug chuckled as he eased himself and Josh into the other
chair."Deal. Hey, look, Essie, you've done your tour-of-
combat duty for this week. Josh will practically sleep
through couples' Bible study tonight, it'll all be grown-
ups, and you've got six days before you even have to think
about apostolic burps again. Just let it go for now."
Esther drank her lemonade, wishing it was as easy as
that. "I wish you were right, but I said I'd come to their
Christian education committee meeting on Tuesday morning.
They even promised to get one of the committee member's
daughters to sit for Josh if he got antsy so that I could
attend. I'm gonna get grilled, I know it."
"That's your game-face talking,Essie. They are not going
to hold up score cards to rate your first two weeks with
that class." He turned to look at her."Did you ever stop
to think that Mark invited you so you'd get a chance to
meet some of the other mothers in the church? To help you
make a few friends out here? Did you consider that?"
"No."
"Well, you ought to. Your brother's no fool. He's smart
enough to know that if we had to count on the finely tuned
social graces of my coworkers at Nytex, we'd never meet a
soul. Software engineers don't have a geeky reputation for
nothing. I'm living in the land of the pocket protector
here."
There was just a bit of an edge to his last remark, and
Essie realized she hadn't thought about that. She'd just
assumed that Doug had grafted himself into a ready-made
circle of friends. She imagined him lunching with buddies
and rehashing baseball games at the watercooler. They'd
made this cross-country move for her more than for him โ
it was purely God's grace that he was able to land a job
so easily after they decided to join her brother out here
to help with her aging parents. Sure, he'd never once
griped about moving to San Fran, but that didn't mean he
was enjoying it. Doug wasn't the kind of man who
complained. Essie wanted to whack herself on the forehead
for being so self-centered.
"Office a little geeky this week?" She'd never even
thought to ask before now. Nice wifely behavior. Way to be
that strong support system, Essie.
Doug's sigh told far more than his words."A bit. I'm
fitting in." After a long pause he added,"Slowly."
"We did the right thing,didn't we? Made a good choice?"
Doug turned immediately and caught her hand on the armrest
next to his."Yes. Essie, I don't doubt it for a second.
You know I agreed to this fully, of my own geeky free
will. My parents in Nevada aren't so far away now โ we're
nearer to both our parents."
"Why isn't it easier?" Essie was amazed at how much the
words caught in her throat. Josh stared at her, his wide
gray eyes beaming love out from their perch on Doug's
shoulder. He made a gurgling sound and waved a tiny fist
in the air. She caught it, and reveled anew in how his
minute grasp fit perfectly around her finger. She'd wanted
to be a mother since forever. No book or magazine, though,
did justice to how just plain hard it was. She'd never
felt further out of her element than she did this past
month.
"Let's see," said Doug, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
"New job, new city, new baby, new home, new weather โ
well, okay, that's more of a fringe benefit. There's a
hunk of adjustments in that list.I think we're doing
pretty good.Most of my programs don't even adapt this
well โ and I design relocation software, remember?"
"Can you design a โ what do you call it? An integration
program โ for one small family? Make a button for me,Doug.
One I can push and make all the uncertainty go away."
Doug chuckled."I did, sort of."
"No kidding? Where is it?"
Doug held up the cordless phone he'd evidently brought
onto the deck with him."Pepperoni pizza, really thin, New
York-style. Coming up."
"I'm liking this."
"A guy at work โ one of the less geekier ones โ
recommended a place.His uncle moved here from
Manhattan,and called it his 'relocation coping mechanism."
I've been saving its implementation for just such a
moment."
"Doug Walker, I love you."
He winked."Nah, that's just the pepperoni talking. Is this
a 'medium," or a 'large' kind of day?"
Essie smiled, too. For the first time since she came
home. "Do they make an extra large?"
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