We fell into a routine of going to bed at the same time, between 11:00 and midnight. However, Rosemary liked to sleep in later. I’d usually get up around 7:30 in the mornings and wake her around 9:00 or 10:00. I was particularly glad for Rosemary’s habit of sleeping in the day after my proposal to her because then I could rummage through her things until I found her wedding ring from Teddy Bear, measure it, then know what size ring to get her.
Just a few days later, after Rosemary was completely moved in with me in our strange yet loving home, we were legally married. Present during the ceremony was Melanie, Jenna, Marilyn and Rosa.
Before the marriage, I assured Rosemary I would still love her if she chose not to have a family with me, though I hoped she would. She wanted just one child, unlike myself who wanted a few or maybe even more than a few. She had doubts that she would conceive in the way she had tried to with Teddy Bear, using the method that would allow me to be biologically a part of the child as well. Since it hadn’t worked with Teddy Bear, she couldn’t see it working with an Italian counterpart. Although she had a point, I hoped we would beat the odds, but we also agreed that if it didn’t, we’d try regular artificial insemination. If that didn’t work, we’d adopt.
Melanie, Jenna and I saw the Lucille Harper movie Rosemary was in and were quite thrilled. Jenna, not surprisingly, seemed to feel a bit left out. I noticed myself noticing it too, this time around, and if Rosemary herself noticed, she at least pretended not to.
Rosemary seemed to like to debate over the silliest of things at times, including whether or not she was bigger than me.
“You’re taller, but I’m wider,” Rosemary said.
“No, you’re not. I may be underweight and you may be just right, but the only areas you’re slightly bigger than me in is the boobs and hips, but that’s only because I’m shaped like a guy,” I told her.
We also read the romantic suspense stories with gay characters Rosemary had written, and I was clearly impressed with how well they were written as well as with the stories themselves.
Not a day went by that Rosemary didn’t make me laugh. She often delighted me with some story from the past or by joking about something that was going on in the present.
One story in particular that had me really cracking up was when she gave her mother a bottle of lotion that really wasn’t the lotion it said it was on the bottle, but tanning lotion instead that she had poured in. It was a funny enough prank by itself, yet knowing what a witch her mother was made it even funnier.
I got a kick out of the prank calls she told me she used to make, though as a cop, I suppose I shouldn’t have.
Rosemary taught me a little Spanish. Or, I should say, she tried to. She explained what was easier about it than English and what was harder. Either way, I couldn’t imagine teaching myself a foreign language.
She also told me more about her life out west, including the time she spent incarcerated. I was surprised at just how many funny jailhouse stories she had to tell as well as the expected bad food, cold shower stories.
“I learned all the tricks from peeling kiwis with plastic spoons to telling the guards I thought I might be pregnant to get out of having to wear shackles when they’d move me around when I first entered the system,” she told me.
We found an old portable pool table which we set up, and, as part of our routine, we’d often shoot a few games at night. Despite all the things Rosemary was good at, she was not a good pool player.
We did many things together from play-wrestling to reading, from computers to talking. Sometimes we’d take strolls around the area. We’d have sex at any given time of day or night. It was spontaneous and fun and neither of us knew ahead of time just what we would do.
Rosemary came to trust me more and more and she stopped hiding food. She even put what she’d taken back in our kitchen one day, so I saw.
It was after our first month together that we began the procedures to try to impregnate Rosemary. This was also right around the time that things got a little shaky, too.
It began with Rosemary going over to visit her friends. Rosa was going through a nasty breakup at the time with her boyfriend. Although she tried to hide it from me when she first returned from their house, I could sense something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I asked, strolling over to her.
“Just an upset stomach,” Rosemary told me, heading straight for the bathroom.
My eyes followed her with suspicion. When she returned I said, “Angel Eyes, please tell me what’s really going on.”
“It’s fine, Katie, really.”
“You don’t look so fine. Did you have a fight with Rosa or Marilyn?”
“No, I didn’t,” Rosemary said, lighting a stick of incense.
“Then please talk to me.”
“I’d rather not. I appreciate your concern, but I don’t like to discuss my problems with others. Not if I can help it anyway.”
“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because it usually has a way of backfiring on me and I end up feeling worse in the end and wishing I’d kept my mouth shut.”
“How could talking to me make you feel worse? I thought I was a good listener.”
“You are a good listener. Still, most people don’t seem to be able to handle other people’s problems very well. Talking about things that upset or angers me only seems to bring others down, and I don’t want to do that to you.”
“But we’re married, for God’s sake. We’re supposed to share both our ups and our downs with each other, Rosemary. If something were bothering me, would you want me to keep it to myself?”
“No, but that’s because I’m not going to make you feel like you’re wrong for being sad or mad, defend the person or people you may be mad at, or blame you for other people’s actions. Nothing pisses me off more than having people who are supposed to be on my side make excuses for the other side and basically make me feel like it’s their side they’re on.”
“And you think I’m going to do that to you?”
“I’m not others, Rosemary.”
Rosemary looked hesitant a moment, then said, “Alright, alright. I’ll tell you.”
“Good,” I said. “Come. Let’s sit on the couch.”
We took a seat on the couch. I reached for Rosemary’s hands, but she pulled away.
“Rosemary, please don’t push me away like this. I only want to help if I can. If I can’t, I can at least listen and understand what’s got you down.”
Rosemary took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Rosa’s been having trouble with this sick fuck she’s been dating. When she went to the bathroom to get away from him, he looked at me and started making these quick little kissing sounds that sluts like him love to do. I did the same thing back, wanting to degrade him as well and asked, how do you like it? But the little prick only got off on it. And he knows both English and Spanish, so he knew what the fuck Marilyn and I were saying. I got up and walked over to him and Marilyn goes, oh no, you’re dead now, buddy. You better get out of here if you don’t want to get hurt. You and Rosa are through anyway so there’s no point in sticking around. I told him myself to either get out or he wouldn’t be able to get out. The little shit just had to be a big, macho man and say, ooh, I like the sound of that. I warned him he wasn’t going to like it at all and that’s when I beat the shit out of him. I got so mad I just couldn’t help it, and sure enough, he had to go out in an ambulance.”
I listened intently, keeping my eyes on Rosemary.
“I don’t know what all I did to him, but I beat him down pretty good. His nose was broken, his eyes were swollen, bloody lip, and who knows what else. Then I was even more pissed that he caused me to swell my knuckles up like they are by asking for what I gave him, let alone for leaving us a bloody mess to have to clean up because he couldn’t just get the hell out when he was told to. Nonetheless, I did what needed to be done. He was asked to leave what was their house and he wouldn’t. On top of that, his behavior sucked. The cops on the scene didn’t seem to believe me when I told them I was defending myself and my friends, but I don’t care. I know what happened and if I so much as get one fucking subpoena, I’m not going to court. I can tell you that right now.”
“But you’d have to, Rosemary.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t have to do anything. The days of this one bossing me around and that one bossing me around don’t exist anymore. Nobody parents me. Nobody.”
Yet even so, the subpoena did come. I received it a few days later while Rosemary was on another visit to Rosa and Marilyn’s against my better judgment.
“How’d it go?” I asked Rosemary when she came in.
“No violent, slutty exes showing up, as you’d put it?”
“No, but you don’t look so well. What’s wrong?” Rosemary asked.
I picked up the subpoena. “Well, the subpoena I thought you might get did come. It was delivered about an hour ago. The charge is assault.”
Rosemary casually strode over to where I stood by the desk holding the subpoena, then she took it and slowly tore it into tiny shreds before dumping them into the wastebasket.
“Sweetie, you can’t just not appear in court. All they’re going to do is just come out here and…”
“Yes, I know how it works, remember? I’m an ex-con after all.”
“Then what do you expect to do, hon?”
“You said we’re supposed to stick together. So if I can’t get out of it, then we’ll just have to get out of here.”
“Rosemary, I can’t just up and leave. I couldn’t do that for the same reasons I couldn’t move to Arizona with you. What police department would hire me if I ran with you?”
“You either work independently or you find a new line of work. That is unless your job means more to you than my freedom.”
“Of course it doesn’t,” I told her, “but this is Massachusetts and it’s a pretty lenient state compared to Arizona, so you may as well deal with it. They’re not going to do anything to you. I’m sure they’ll believe your side of the story.”
“Just like the cops on the scene did?”
“Who were the cops? Do you remember their names?”
“A redheaded chick with the last name of Allen and a blond dude named Stern.”
“Allen and Stern,” I said thoughtfully. “And what was the guy’s name that you beat up?”
A flicker of recognition crossed my dark, distinct features. “Juan Asaro. Why does that name sound familiar?”
“Probably because he’s an asshole and assholes are a big part of your business.”
“Either way, sweetie, I can’t just go and shoot him off the face of the planet for you, as much as I wish I could. That’d be rather obvious and traceable, don’t you think?”
“Ah, but witchcraft isn’t very obvious and traceable.”
I thought about it a moment. “I don’t know, babe. You’re a known psychic, and besides, what can you do to him?”
“I can empty his brain.”
I gave a slight jump. “What?”
“By emptying his brain of this whole event, he can’t remember to go to court. No plaintiff, no charges, get it?”
I studied Rosemary a moment, then asked, “Do you really think you can do that?”
“I’m certainly going to try, though I can’t say for sure. All I do know is that I’m not going down for defending my safety and that of my friends. He may not have come at me first, but guys like this need a bitch like me to take them down a peg or two, though that’s certainly not something I’d tell others. Besides, if I hadn’t have acted when I did, the cock would’ve attacked us.”
“But how will you do it?”
“Concentration. Major concentration.”
I took Rosemary’s hands. This time she didn’t pull away. “Well, whatever happens, I’m right here with you and I love you with all my heart.”
Rosemary smiled. “I know you do, Katie.”
We kissed, then held each other in a snug embrace. As I watched us together, I saw that although we looked very different from each other, we were both very beautiful in our own ways and together we made a lovely couple.
A little later on that day, it was my turn to look down.
When Rosemary asked what was wrong I flopped myself down on the bed and said, “Well, I just feel bad about what happened and like I still can’t protect you from trouble any more than I could from my helpless vantage point on the wall years ago.”
“Oh, it’s not your fault, Katie,” Rosemary said, laying down beside me and rubbing my back.
A moment later, I flipped onto my back and sought Rosemary’s lips out. Our affectionate kisses soon became rather passionate.
“You have a way of making me a very horny woman,” I said.
“In fact,” I added, “I got something today.”
“Oh yeah? And just what might that be?” Rosemary asked in a suggestive tone.
“After all, you said I could.” I rose and went to fetch a bag I’d placed inside the armoire. Then I pulled out its contents.
“Ah, is that what I think it is?” Rosemary asked.
“Yes ma’am, I do believe it is. Wanna give it a try?”
“Sure. Let me get some KY.”
Rosemary ran to retrieve a bottle from the bathroom. “Sometimes I get dry between tampon changes so I use this.”
“Yeah, we’ll probably need some lubrication,” I said with a smile as I stripped naked. “It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”
Rosemary nodded, slipping off her own clothes.
“I’ve never done this before like I said, so I may need your help.”
“You’re doing fine on your own,” said Rosemary as I strapped the strap-on securely around me. Once I had it on, she asked whether or not I wanted to apply the lubrication to her or allow her to do it.
“I’ll take the honors,” I said with a smile.
Rosemary laid back, legs dangling over the sides of the bed. I placed a dab of jelly on my finger, then she spread her legs wider so I could lubricate her well before I entered her for what would be quite an exhilarating experience.
Afterward, once I’d had the chance to catch my breath and slow my thunderous heartbeat, I said, “Thanks for allowing me the experience.”
“My pleasure,” said Rosemary, snuggling up to me for a tight embrace.
“Want to take a little nap?”
But it was obvious that Rosemary was anything but in the mood for sleep. The evening was approaching and this was the time when she seemed to be the most active, giggling on the floor with her rats, bursting about with playful energy. She did her stretching and toning exercises at this time and often jogged around the room or shot baskets. Sometimes I’d shoot baskets with her. The only thing that got in the way were the headaches which Rosemary still got. In fact, she was getting them more often these days.
“You don’t want to nap,” I said with a smile, “you want to play.”
I tickled Rosemary until she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
A while later we decided to treat ourselves to a late dinner at Valley’s, a seafood restaurant we both enjoyed. By now, the bulk of the dinner crowd would have dispersed.
“It’s nice to be waited on every now and then, isn’t it? I mean the both of us,” I said.
Rosemary nodded in agreement. “I’m not exactly in the mood to cook or wash dishes tonight, that’s for sure.”
Rosemary did most of the cooking and cleaning and I handled most of the financial issues. We were, by all means, your traditional husband and wife.
Rosemary noticed me rubbing my upper arm. “Still hurt?” she asked.
It was the area where they had done extractions with large needles, pulling out whatever it was they needed to pull out that would enable the child we hoped to have to be part mine.
“Well, that’s nothing compared to the pain I went through and would’ve gone through if this procedure was at all possible, but to tell you the truth, I don’t even think regular artificial insemination will work, do you?”
“Yes,” I said confidently. “As I told you, I think this will be my one and only psychic experience. The not-so-regular insemination will work, though. You’ll see.”
“After how many tries? Remember, they say it usually takes a few tries before it works for those it’s going to work for.”
“I think you’re pregnant now.”
Rosemary looked at me incredulously, then laughed. “You’re insane and one optimistic dreamer, but that’s ok. Ain’t no crime in that, hot stuff. Let me go change out of this dress.”
“Well, it’s not very appealing, is it?”
“I think it is.”
“Oh, I was going to change to a lower cut dress.”
“You can if you want to. I know lower cut is considered sexier, but see, I think you look just as sexy in that dress as you do in your dancing costumes. As lovely as you are, you could look sexy in anything.”
“Ok, I’ll stick with this then. We’re just going over the Memorial Bridge and back anyway.”
“And we can take our time and return at our leisure. Even we get a day off from work every now and then,” I said with a smile, inciting one from Rosemary as well.
Rosemary and I returned after dark.
“Yeah, but you have to be careful as a seller on eBay,” Rosemary was saying. “If you sell diet pills because you thought they were worthless to someone who gets sick on account of them, that’s your ass.”
“You got a point there, little lady,” I said as I turned the blinds down and casually strode into the building where Rosemary and I got undressed.
“I’m stuffed,” Rosemary said, falling back lazily onto the bed.
“Me too,” I said, “but it sure was good. Too bad I didn’t have room for dessert.”
“I’ll be your dessert,” said Rosemary, pulling me down onto the bed with her.
“Ooh!” I said. “I just might have an appetite after all.”