The next two weeks were spent getting furniture for the new house. I assured Rosemary it would be modern, even though she couldn’t see it.
Rosemary quickly adapted to her blindness, though I knew she missed her sight. She grew comfortable enough with her surroundings that she sometimes moved about without the aid of her stick.
We developed a little game where Rosemary would seek me out with outstretched palms in which I’d plant kisses on once they were close enough to do so.
Melanie was still single, but perhaps that was because she loved Rosemary nearly as much as I did and didn’t want to settle for second best simply because first best was unavailable.
The talk was that a couple named Heather and Ben would be renting the building next. They were both real estate agents.
“This computer’s not mine,” I told them when they came to check the place out. “The Department of Corrections was using it when inmates were brought out here for certain activities before they expanded the jail, and the guy who rented it out to me, and now to you, bought the place. I guess the DOC never cared to get the computer back, so the guy said I could use it for my own business-related purposes. The only thing that’s mine is the new computer and the armoire. Meanwhile, I emptied the computer of everything I was using, so it’s free and clear for you two to use unless the owner says otherwise.”
“He said to ask you how you felt about leaving it here,” Ben said.
“I’m fine with it. My lady’s got a laptop as well.”
Heather smiled. “I heard about what happened. That you had twins artificially inseminated and that she went blind.”
“Yes, it’s been rough, but wonderful as well. Even with the loss of her sight, she’s still teaching me things about the computer.”
“You know a lot?” Ben asked.
“Quite a bit now, thanks to her.”
So away Rosemary and my human self went, and in moved the dumpy looking couple. They were very plain looking, actually, and looked so much alike that they could pass for siblings with their dirty blond hair and dull gray eyes.
They bored me to tears, and no doubt, the other pictures as well. All they did was fuss and fight about virtually everything under the sun. He said they weren’t having enough sex. She said they were having too much of it. He wanted her to work less often so that she’d have more time to cook, clean and run errands. She wanted to work even more. He wanted to save money. She wanted to spend it. He wanted her to lose weight. She thought she looked fine.
A friend of Heather’s came over, and at one point, she began to complain about the “dry, limp” dick she was living with.
Heather eyed her with envy.
Ben’s two buddies came to visit and talked about how they had the freedom to go wherever they wanted and to do whatever they wanted since they were still free and single.
Ben eyed them with envy.
I didn’t see myself again until what I’d guessed to be five or six months later when Heather called me one afternoon to help her with something on the computer. I had hoped I’d bring Rosemary along but wasn’t surprised to find that I didn’t. After all, she couldn’t see.
We were in the midst of what the New Englanders called an Indian summer where summer stretched into the fall. Although the leaves had begun to turn colors, the air was still warm. Heather had both doors propped open.
“Come on in,” she called to me when she saw me pull up and exit the familiar blue pickup.
I entered the building in jeans and a black tank top. My hair had grown a few inches.
Heather wanted help hooking up the new printer she’d recently gotten and so I helped her as best I could, but even I wasn’t sure of everything that needed to be done. Still, we managed to figure it out together after calling Rosemary at home for guidance.
“So how’s your significant other and the kids?” Heather asked me at one point.
“Great. Getting along and adapting nicely. How have you and Ben been?”
Heather rolled her eyes. “Up and down. Life gets so boring at times and too much of the same old, same old. I thought about having kids too, but we both really need to work full-time to make ends meet. Besides, Benny doesn’t want kids underfoot.”
“Oh,” I said, listening to her and seeming to sense that she needed someone to unburden herself to.
“You can tell me to mind my own business if you must, Kay, but I’m curious; do you ever have any regrets? Do you ever regret committing yourself to one person?”
“Not this person,” I said.
“You love her that much?” Heather asked.
“Oh yes, very much. She is definitely the one for me.”
“Ever regret the kids?”
I shook my head. “No, never.”
“You’re lucky, Kay. So many live to regret the ones they marry and even the children they have.”
“So I hear,” I said with a sigh. “I guess I’m just a very blessed person because I love them all dearly. Couldn’t imagine life without the three of them.”
“Good for you,” said Heather.
“I heard she wanted an abortion at first, but you were against it. Think she’d have aborted if you hadn’t stopped her?” Heather asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
“The babies must be getting more active by now.”
I smiled. “They’re starting to crawl around now. At first, Rosemary was worried about bumping into things. Now she worries about stepping on them.”
After a few more minutes of small talk concerning the weather and the economy, I turned and left for what would be thirteen long years.