It was then that Marcus noticed the small sign just to the right of where Navette parked. “Private Drive – No Parking – Vehicle will be towed at owner’s expense. If you didn’t read this sign until too late you can claim your vehicle at Value-Tow 234-5678.”
“Navette, I think I know where the Jeep is.” Marcus then pointed to the sign.
Navette was angry with herself for not seeing the sign. “Well, what do we do now?”
“I think Navajo Joe’s is still open. Let’s go call the number and then we can get a taxi to take us there.”
“What a night to leave my cell at home.”
“Can you remember the number?”
“Sure it’s 234-5678.”
“How silly of me to think that you couldn’t remember the number.”
Navette and Marcus pulled on the door of Navajo Joe’s. When it opened they could see that there were still a few patrons inside. Since there was no one at the front door they walked up to the bar and asked to borrow a phone. The bartender told them they would have to use the pay phone near the restrooms.
“What was that number?”
“Surely you are joking?”
“No I’m not. You said you could remember the number.”
“234-5678.”
Navette dialed the number and, to her delight, someone answered. She was afraid she would get an after hours message from an answering service. Navette told the person why she was calling and discovered that they did have the Jeep. “Wow, you do take credit cards. No you can’t leave now I need to get the Jeep.” Marcus could extrapolate from the conversation three facts: they had the Jeep, it was going to cost a lot to get it and the people were about to leave. “Where are you located?” “We can be there in fifteen minutes. Can you stay there that long? “Oh thank you.”
“Well, they have the Jeep, It is going to cost a lot, and they are going to wait for us.”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars. It’s only about two miles to their place, but we have to get a taxi. See if you can find the number for a taxi.”
“234-6789.”
“Oh come on. How do you know the number for the taxi?”
“It is written on the advertisement just above the phone.”
“Wise guy.” Navette punched Marcus with her fist. Her blow landed dead on his injury that he had received earlier in the day. Navette immediately realized what she had done. “Oh Marcus, I am so sorry.”
Marcus was still feeling some pain from his gunshot, but he told Navette it was ok. “Go ahead and call the taxi.”
They keep looking at the clock on the wall counting down every minute it took for the taxi to arrive. They finally heard the horn and hurried out the door to the taxi. Navette told the taxi driver where to take them. They were there in just a matter of minutes. Marcus paid the taxi driver, but asked him to wait to make sure the people had waited for them. Marcus and Navette walked up to the door which was locked, but there was a doorbell with a sign directly above. The sign said to ring doorbell for service. Marcus pushed the button and heard the bell, but no one answered. He pushed it again. “Ok, Ok, I’m coming.” This was the voice that Navette had heard in the previous telephone conversation. Marcus waved back at the taxi driver letting him know that it was ok to leave.
“You must be Tolkowsky.” Before Navette could answer he continued. “Your Jeep is in the back and that will be $250.00.” Navette gave him a credit card and he swiped the card though the card reader and pushed in the amount. “Here is your receipt. Now I will take you to your car.” They walked through the back door of the office and down a dark corridor that led to another door. They could see light through a second door. It must have been locked for the evening because the guy had to unlock it to go outside. “There it is over there.” He pointed to a blue Jeep, but Navette’s jeep was red.
“I’m sorry but that is not my Jeep.”
“Well that’s the Jeep we picked up at Navajo Joe’s.”
“You must be mistaken. There must be another Jeep.”
“We had only one call and that is the Jeep we towed.”
Now what were they going to do? That was the thought going through Marcus’s mind.
“May we use your phone?”
There was nothing to do but call Peter and he would come to get them.
The guy let her use his phone and as she was dialing the phone she changed her mind and decided to call Emerald instead. He was much more congenial lately and maybe he would help them locate the Jeep.
“Hi, Emerald. I’ve got a problem.”
Navette began describing the events of the evening to Emerald and all of a sudden the phone conversation greatly changed. “You what? Get yourself over here and pick us up.” Navette told Emerald where they were and how to get there.
“Emerald has the Jeep. He took it from Navajo Joe’s. Is he in trouble!”
“I’m sorry mister but there has been a mistake and my brother took the Jeep without me knowing. I am sorry for your trouble.”
“Why did Emerald take the Jeep?”
“Because he and Jennifer wanted to go on a beach run with some friends. This type of thing happens to Emerald when he gets with this girl. He becomes irresponsible and does silly things. Do you suppose it is love?”
“Well, I suppose it could be. Love will make you do some foolish things.”
“You guys will have to step outside. I am going to lock up now. I have been here since 5 a.m. and I’m ready to leave. Marcus and Navette again apologized for keeping him so late and they understood his desire to leave. Anyway, Emerald would be here shortly. He was at Navajo Joe’s when Navette had called.
Emerald drove up and the headlights shined directly onto Navette and Marcus.
“I hope you guys had a good time.” Navette said as she was climbing into the passenger seat. Marcus made his way past Navette and climbed into the back seat behind her.
“We did.” Emerald said. “But, I now feel bad about leaving you guys stranded. I had intended to have the Jeep back before you left.”
“Couldn’t you have asked first? Never mind, just get us home.”
Marcus stayed quite during this confrontation. He was just happy that Navette found the Jeep. “Life is good,” he thought.
The words didn’t last long. Navette turned a glance at Marcus and he was reclined back into his seat and this time Navette felt sure he was napping. But, his eyes opened as she was turning back around. He was tired, but not asleep. He was thinking about the early morning and the sunrise service. He had not been to such a service in a good while - since he and his mother would go when he was just a child. He knew this would be nothing like that experience though. This time he would be going to a huge and famous church.
Arriving back at the house, everyone quietly entered and made their way to their respective bedrooms, trying not to disturb Peter and Bright. It would be only a few hours until they would be leaving for the sunrise service. All went directly to bed in hopes of getting some sleep before Peter woke them.
Marcus, however found himself thinking about the day, how much he had enjoyed the time with Navette. Even though they had a terrible beginning, the day turned out well. In fact the day was so eventful that it seemed like three different days. The first part of the day brought the suspense, physical aspects, fear, and remorse. The second part was like meeting a new family and sharing bits of family traditions. The third part was tightening the bond between him and Navette. This had been a day of rivalry, revelry and romance. Marcus thought this was “a good day.”
“Emerald, Navette, Marcus – We leave for sunrise service in thirty minutes. Ok, guys give me a sign.”
“I’m up Dad.” Navette was the first one to give Peter the response he was looking for. Shortly after Emerald called Peter from his Blackberry to let him know that he was awake. Marcus had heard Peter and then Navette but didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t. Navette, not sure if Marcus had heard Peter’s wake up call, went and knocked on Marcus’s door, then opened it and partially stepped in and called to Marcus.
“Marcus, are you awake?”
“Yes, but isn’t it awfully early?”
“Don’t you remember that we are going to sunrise services today?”
Marcus did remember and he couldn’t tell if he was excited or fearful about the service. But, he needn’t share this with Navette now, he just needed to respond. “Thanks for reminding me.”
It wasn’t long until Peter was again heard shouting: “Is everyone ready?”
Emerald, Navette and Marcus exited their room like the three musketeers ready for battle. One, two, three and away we go. They made their way down the stairs and gave the salute to Peter that indicated that his orders had been followed and they were ready to proceed.
Navette was still a little angry with Emerald but decided to invite him to ride to the service with her. It was a good move; Emerald continued to show a change of attitude which Navette was noticing. She wanted to encourage this change as much as possible. Emerald accepted her invitation.
“Marcus, this time you sit in the front seat and I will ride in the back.”
Navette noticed this generous remark. “Emerald, you are a changed man.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just take it as a compliment.”
It was still dark and the temperature was chilly. The Jeep was not the best vehicle for freeway driving. Emerald was getting some wind from where the window was not completely covering the opening.
“Marcus, would you mind closing the window?”
Marcus had just a little touch of claustrophobia and reluctantly closed the window. Marcus had always left a window cracked when riding in an automobile. But, he understood Emerald’s need to block the wind.
“Jennifer just couldn’t quit talking about you Marcus; you made quite an impression on her.”
“What do you mean, couldn’t stop talking about him?” Navette revealed just a little portion of jealously.
“Well, I had been talking about Marcus and the incident with Johnny yesterday morning and I guess when she finally met him, his presences solidified the person I had been talking about and it made quite an impression on her. So much that I became jealous.”
“You jealous? I can’t believe that.”
Navette was making light of this because Emerald was constantly showing signs of jealously. At least, before yesterday. Navette swelled with jealously also. Especially since Marcus made the comment last night about open relationships. Even though it was in response to a facetious statement that Navette had made. She did notice last night that there was a little spark between Marcus and Jennifer.
“Is Jennifer seeing anyone on a regular basis?”
“Not really. She has dated one of the guys in the band some, but she says that he is just a little too weird for her. He likes those games like “Grand Theft Auto,” which is something she detests.”
“She has been a friend for a long time and we remained friends even after we stopped dating. I thought that she had changed, but maybe it was me that changed and not her. I think this incident with her liking Marcus has made me realize the feeling I have for her is still there.”
Was this Navette’s brother or is it an imposter? This is more like the Emerald of high school years. She had thought he had lost all feelings for anyone except himself, but now she thinks he sees something in others that he advocates.
Marcus decided that he should join in the conversation and say something in support of his feelings toward Navette. Not that it was necessary. He was just feeling the desire from within his heart.
“Emerald, I love your sister very much, and I have no interest in Jennifer, other than, calling her a friend. So Emerald there is no need to be jealous.”
This warmed Navette’s heart; however, she still felt a deep concern over someone else’s interest in Marcus. Maybe not jealously, but a little possessiveness still remained. It was now daylight and they were getting close to their exit.
“Alright boys we need to find the exit. I lost Dad a good ways back. I don’t know the address or even the street name to use the GPS, but, the Silver Cathedral is visible from the freeway. Just help me look for it because the exit is before the cathedral and not past it. It will be to the left of the freeway.”
“I’m not sure what it will look like.” Marcus said.
“Oh, you will know it when you see it. It looks like silver, but it is all glass.”
“There, I see a huge reflection up ahead.”
“That’s it. And there is my exit.”
Navette took the exit and then the signs appeared directing them to the Silver Cathedral. The traffic was heavy. This meant that many people were going there for this service.
The Church sat high upon a hill but once they turned off the freeway they lost sight of it. The signs were easy to see and they had no difficulty knowing when to turn. In fact, it seemed like all they had to do was follow the line of traffic in front of them. “Look there are Mom and Dad.” The familiar white Lexus was three automobiles in front of them. However, the two cars in front of them were also white Lexuses.
Peter pulled into the first parking space he saw and Navette pulled in beside him. Peter got out of the car and said to Navette. “I see you were able to keep up with me.” Navette just motioned with her head to affirm.
It was a long walk to the Cathedral and everyone was walking with a very spirited pace. Once there, it was a remarkable scene. The sun was bouncing off the glass like a facet of a diamond reflecting light. It seemed like everyone arrived at the same time and they were entering through the double doors like ants entering their nest. “Just grab a seat.” Peter said, pointing to the first seats that were available. It seemed like all entering behind us were doing the same: like it was a ritual. It didn’t take long for the building to be filled to capacity. Marcus looked at his watch and it was 6:29: The service would start in one minute. Just then the organ began to play. There was a massive series of pipes extending upward; some almost touching the ceiling. This sound was something that Marcus had not heard before. It was bellowing through those massive pipes like the veracious roar of a lion. It stopped ever so suddenly; however, it must have done so purposely, to get their attention. Marcus looked at his watch again and it was exactly 6:30.
A choir began to sing and their voices filled every inch of the building. No way could you do anything other that watch and listen. Dr. Shuber always has a guest and this morning it was a vocalist that no one had heard before. Dr. Shuber however, gave him enormous accolades with special mention to his vocal capabilities. Those in attendance were just wondering why they haven’t heard of him before today. Normally Dr. Shuber interviews a well known guest and then he will have them perform. But, this time, he wanted the guest to perform first. The well-dressed gentleman stepped up to the microphone and the orchestra began to play. When he began to sing, the whole crowd began to gasp and applaud for they had never heard anything as beautiful as the sound that was coming through this persons vocal cords. Why, why has no one heard of this remarkable voice? The crowd continued to applaud and you could hear shouts: bravo, bravo. When the gentleman finished his long and well performed arias the crowd continued to clap and shout accolades of amen and bravo for another minute or two.
Dr. Shuber came to the microphone and said to the crowd: “Now you understand why I wanted you to hear him first.” The crowd continued to clap and shout amen. Dr. Shuber came to the microphone and instructed the crowd with these words. “If you will settle down I will tell you who this gentleman is and where he has been all his life.” The crowd immediately settled down: so quite that you could have heard a whisper. “His name is Paul Potts. He is a mobile phone salesman from South Wales. Remarkable, is he not?” The crowd started the clapping again only this time in unison. They were requesting another song. Dr. Shuber told the audience not to worry they would get another song from Paul later in the service. The crowd took this to mean it was time for Dr. Shuber's message and that Paul would be back later. The crowd settled down, after all Dr. Shuber was a noteworthy speaker and this is why the crowd came. Dr. Shuber delivered a wonderful message of the cross and why Jesus Christ is our reason for the season. The message reached deep inside Marcus and reminded him of his many years without attending services, he now felt he belonged back in church.
Paul came back for one last song and this time it was a traditional favorite: Easter Song. This was even more beautiful than the first song and left the crowd stunned. After the crowd settled down, they were dismissed and every one left spiritually rejuvenated.
Peter, Bright, Navette, Emerald and Marcus left with very little to say. Peter looked at them with joy in his face and said to them all: “What a great day this is.”
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Untitled Novel - Chapter Twelve
The dinner was just as each could have imagined it to be. Marcus and Navette were in their own little world. The moment they shared before entering the restaurant seemed to set the evening in a romantic mode. They kept eye contact during most of the meal and their conversation seemed to be confined to each other. However, the entire evening was filled with pleasantries from each member of the dinner party.
Emerald was in rare form. His demeanor seemed calm and yet overwhelmingly comradely, as if he were an Emerald imposter. He seemed to enjoy the evening. He didn’t use nor answer his Blackberry during the evening. Navette noticed this difference more than anyone.
Peter and Bright were somewhat quiet during the evening, but you could see the “in the moment” reflect from their eyes and facial reflections. The evening was as perfect as they could have hoped for.
The food was good also, not quite as healthful as Navette would have liked, but she ate as if she were at Grandma’s house. In fact, this was close to a meal at Navette’s Polish grandma’s house. The restaurant staff made it a very special evening by doing the little extra things, like complimentary tea cakes and samples of food that no one in the group had tasted before. This uncommon attentiveness made it a more pleasurable experience.
Peter and Bright decided to catch a late movie and Emerald decided he would call up an old friend and catch up. This was the evening for Navette and Marcus to spend gazing at the stars: the ones in their eyes. They had decided on an evening walk along a beach front board walk that Navette knew about.
“Everyone have a good night.” Peter said as he and Bright were getting into the car. “Do you need a lift anywhere Emerald?”
“No. Jennifer is going to drive by here and we are going over to hang out at her friend’s house and play Wii. She said something about Dancing with the Stars.
“Navette, you and Marcus have a good time and don’t forget we will need to leave at five o’clock in the morning.”
Marcus was surprised to hear so early. “Why five?”
“It’s an hour drive to Garden City and the sunrise service begins at 6:30. That’s why they call it sunrise service.”
“I understand and I will not be late.”
“See you later Emerald.” Navette told Emerald as they climbed into the Jeep. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”
“No thanks.”
Navette was enjoying the change that Emerald had made. She just hoped it would last.
“It’s not far to the boardwalk, but there is something else I would like to show you first.” Navette, retraced their directions to the I-10, but instead of getting on the I-10 she went straight underneath the viaduct. Shortly they arrived at a huge shopping mall.
“Don’t tell me…we are going shopping.”
“I just wanted to show you something that I thought you would appreciate.”
“Wait! Pull over.”
“What is it?”
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“The Perfect Diamond ad.”
Marcus was looking in a small light box near the entrance of the mall. It was the ad that he had seen in Tiffany’s in New York and in DIAMOND WORLD magazine back in Bright’s office.
“That’s what I wanted to show you but not there.” Navette pulled up about 100 yards and pointed to the right. “That’s what I wanted to show you.”
There it was again. The same guy giving the same girl an engagement ring on top of a snow covered mountain. That same caption, only much larger, read- Maybe not the perfect place, but it’s the “PERFECT DIAMOND. Except, this time the ad covered the entire side of a building. This thing must have been a hundred feet high and twice as wide.
“Oh my goodness! That is magnificent. No wonder you wanted me to see this.”
“I must confess. Mom wanted me to show you this. Kind of impressive isn’t it?”
“That’s an understatement.”
“How did she get them to allow… Navette quickly stopped Marcus.
“No more questions. I have showed you the mural and now, let’s see, I believe we were going to take a moonlight stroll on the boardwalk.”
“I wish I had my camera. Or my phone or something to record this. Sammy needs to see this.”
“Sammy has already seen this.”
“What! How has Sammy seen this?”
Navette had just made a big mistake. Marcus was not supposed to know that Sammy had been here. Sammy actually came on board with D IAMOND WORLD before Marcus and Navette. Sammy felt it best not to tell Marcus.
“Well, uh, Sammy came out to see the magazine and the Perfect Diamond ad about four weeks ago.”
“Why did he come out here four weeks ago?”
“Let me start from the top. Sammy was picked for the team shortly before coming out here: four weeks ago. Justin Sloan and Mom felt it best for him to make the trip to see, well, basically what you have seen. It was all a secret then, even before you were chosen for the team. You were shot and recovering and we just didn’t see a need to tell you. Since you were selected as one of the team, the only thing we have been hiding from you is that Sammy was the first selected. After me, of course.”
This wasn’t making Marcus feel any better about how he obtained this new job that he wasn’t even supposed to know about. But, again, he talked to himself and decided to enjoy the rest of the holiday.
“Whatever.” Marcus looked at Navette and somehow mustered up a smile. “Let’s find that boardwalk.”
Navette had wished she had not brought Marcus to see the mural. She feared it had changed the mood of the evening.
“I agree.”
Neither Marcus nor Navette said a word until they arrived at a busy night spot near the beach. There was a big red and yellow neon sign flashing on the outside of the building “Navajo Joe’s.” The parking lot was full and Navette found a spot just off the lot on the sand.
“Are we stopping here?” Marcus asked.
“The boardwalk starts behind Navajo Joe’s.”
“Seems to be a popular spot.”
“Yes it is, but it is more country and western.”
“What do you say, we check it out?”
“Oh, I’m not sure, Marcus. Do you line dance?”
“I tried it once.”
“It might be fun.”
They entered through two large double doors and a tall guy wearing a Budweiser cap and tee shirt that pictured a large bottle of Budweiser and the words “Life begins with a Bud” asked them if they cared to learn the two-step. Marcus and Navette were here to enjoy themselves so they said sure. The guy handed them a bottle of beer and instructed them to hold on the bottle with the left hand and to grab hold of the bottle cap with the right and step one was to twist off the cap. Step two was to bring the bottle up to your lips and take a drink. “Now you know the two-step. The music will begin in just a few minutes. Enjoy yourselves.”
Marcus and Navette found this to be clever and the atmosphere seemed to be warm and friendly. There was music playing but no one was dancing. They could see a band setting up their equipment on a small stage in the back. Marcus looked around for a table but all seemed to be occupied. Even the bar was packed with patrons standing.
“You guys want to join us.”
“What are you doing here?” This was Navette’s response when she saw that it was Emerald who was asking.
“I could say the same about you,” he replied.
“Navette, you remember Jennifer, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Jennifer this is Marcus, the one I have been telling you about.”
“Hi Jennifer.”
“I hear you are the hero of this family.”
“I would prefer not to be called a hero. I just responded without thinking and lived though it.”
Navette wasn’t sure she even wanted to stay at this place but so far it looked like an ok place to be a night club, but it still had beer odor that she wasn’t too crazy about. But, Marcus, however, accepted the invitation graciously.
“We would love to join you two. Have you guys been here before?”
“Jennifer has. In fact, it was her idea to come tonight.”
“I haven’t been in a while,” Jennifer said.
“Jennifer, is your brother still in New York?”
Jennifer’s brother and Navette had dated during their early college years. It seemed he was quite a party nut and Navette just didn’t fit into his crowd.
“No, he moved back to LA and he is why we are here tonight. Our band is playing tonight.”
Just then Austin, Jennifer’s brother, was welcoming everyone to Navajo Joe’s.
“Hi everybody, I’m Austin Clemmons and we are Clemmons and Clemmons.”
It just hit Navette and Marcus that Jennifer had said our band. Emerald looked at Marcus and Navette, while shaking his head with a yes motion. He seemed kind of proud of Jennifer and her band. “Jennifer is the other half of Clemmons and Clemmons.”
“That’s great.” Marcus said as the band began to play. “I have never known a real live band member before.”
“This is our first big gig and I am a little nervous.”
Emerald wanted to give Jennifer support. “I know you will do just fine. I remember when you sang at your sister’s wedding, I knew then that voice would take you places.”
“Thanks, wish me luck.” Jennifer pushed back her chair.
“Break a leg.” Emerald said and everyone looked at him with disgust. “Isn’t that what you are supposed to say?”
Navette, trying to cover up for her brother’s inadequacy, reaffirmed her abilities. “Jennifer, you will do just great, I’m sure.”
Jennifer walked up to the stage just as the first song was ending and immediately the band started with another song and Austin walked up to the mike and introduced Jennifer by saying: “This is the other half of Clemmons and Clemmons, my sister Jennifer.” That is when Jennifer walked up to the mike and this beautiful voice rang out over the dance hall and practically everyone in the building jumped up from their seats and went to the dance floor. The crowd liked what they heard.
Marcus was just thinking how the evening had turned out. Again not quite what he expected, but he was enjoying himself. At least, until Navette asked him to dance. She wanted to move his attention away from the band and onto her. They moved on to the dance floor and the regulars seemed to open a spot for them. It was awkward at first, but they seemed to get the hang of it when the song ended. Before they even thought whether or not they would stay for one more dance the band started with another song that kept them on the dance floor. However, everyone lined up as if they were in a choreographed production twisting and stomping with such unison that Navette and Marcus had to concentrate just to keep from getting in the way of the others. Marcus turned the wrong way and found himself wrapped around Navette. They both laughed and found themselves again close to remembering the next move when the song ended. They had decided to sit the next one out. Then the band started to play again, but this time it was a slow song. One where not as much concentration would have to be made on the next dance move, but more concentration on the “next move.” They decided to stay for one more.
It was midnight before they made it to the boardwalk. The temperature had dropped and it was chilly. They walked for a ways and found a bench where a rock wall blocked the wind. They cuddled up next to each other and began to discuss the night club, Jennifer and her band and their experience on the dance floor. Navette was telling Marcus how Jennifer and Emerald met and that she and Austin met because of Emerald and Jennifer’s friendship. Marcus seemed to be listening very contently. Navette now was thinking he was listening too contently. She decided to see if he were listening or sleeping.
“Austin and I had a very open relationship; he was seeing this married woman while we were dating.” There was no response from Marcus. She felt very confident that he was asleep.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but if he was seeing some married woman while you two were dating, then you wouldn’t mind if I ask Jennifer out.”
Navette jumped up and grabbed both of his wrists and looked him straight in the eye. “You don’t dare ask her out Marcus Holmes.”
Marcus laughed and stood up. “I’m hungry. Let’s go get a coffee and donut.”
They walked back to where they had parked the Jeep. “Are you sure this is where you parked. The place doesn’t look the same with all the cars gone.” It was the place and the Jeep was no where to be seen.”
Emerald was in rare form. His demeanor seemed calm and yet overwhelmingly comradely, as if he were an Emerald imposter. He seemed to enjoy the evening. He didn’t use nor answer his Blackberry during the evening. Navette noticed this difference more than anyone.
Peter and Bright were somewhat quiet during the evening, but you could see the “in the moment” reflect from their eyes and facial reflections. The evening was as perfect as they could have hoped for.
The food was good also, not quite as healthful as Navette would have liked, but she ate as if she were at Grandma’s house. In fact, this was close to a meal at Navette’s Polish grandma’s house. The restaurant staff made it a very special evening by doing the little extra things, like complimentary tea cakes and samples of food that no one in the group had tasted before. This uncommon attentiveness made it a more pleasurable experience.
Peter and Bright decided to catch a late movie and Emerald decided he would call up an old friend and catch up. This was the evening for Navette and Marcus to spend gazing at the stars: the ones in their eyes. They had decided on an evening walk along a beach front board walk that Navette knew about.
“Everyone have a good night.” Peter said as he and Bright were getting into the car. “Do you need a lift anywhere Emerald?”
“No. Jennifer is going to drive by here and we are going over to hang out at her friend’s house and play Wii. She said something about Dancing with the Stars.
“Navette, you and Marcus have a good time and don’t forget we will need to leave at five o’clock in the morning.”
Marcus was surprised to hear so early. “Why five?”
“It’s an hour drive to Garden City and the sunrise service begins at 6:30. That’s why they call it sunrise service.”
“I understand and I will not be late.”
“See you later Emerald.” Navette told Emerald as they climbed into the Jeep. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”
“No thanks.”
Navette was enjoying the change that Emerald had made. She just hoped it would last.
“It’s not far to the boardwalk, but there is something else I would like to show you first.” Navette, retraced their directions to the I-10, but instead of getting on the I-10 she went straight underneath the viaduct. Shortly they arrived at a huge shopping mall.
“Don’t tell me…we are going shopping.”
“I just wanted to show you something that I thought you would appreciate.”
“Wait! Pull over.”
“What is it?”
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“The Perfect Diamond ad.”
Marcus was looking in a small light box near the entrance of the mall. It was the ad that he had seen in Tiffany’s in New York and in DIAMOND WORLD magazine back in Bright’s office.
“That’s what I wanted to show you but not there.” Navette pulled up about 100 yards and pointed to the right. “That’s what I wanted to show you.”
There it was again. The same guy giving the same girl an engagement ring on top of a snow covered mountain. That same caption, only much larger, read- Maybe not the perfect place, but it’s the “PERFECT DIAMOND. Except, this time the ad covered the entire side of a building. This thing must have been a hundred feet high and twice as wide.
“Oh my goodness! That is magnificent. No wonder you wanted me to see this.”
“I must confess. Mom wanted me to show you this. Kind of impressive isn’t it?”
“That’s an understatement.”
“How did she get them to allow… Navette quickly stopped Marcus.
“No more questions. I have showed you the mural and now, let’s see, I believe we were going to take a moonlight stroll on the boardwalk.”
“I wish I had my camera. Or my phone or something to record this. Sammy needs to see this.”
“Sammy has already seen this.”
“What! How has Sammy seen this?”
Navette had just made a big mistake. Marcus was not supposed to know that Sammy had been here. Sammy actually came on board with D IAMOND WORLD before Marcus and Navette. Sammy felt it best not to tell Marcus.
“Well, uh, Sammy came out to see the magazine and the Perfect Diamond ad about four weeks ago.”
“Why did he come out here four weeks ago?”
“Let me start from the top. Sammy was picked for the team shortly before coming out here: four weeks ago. Justin Sloan and Mom felt it best for him to make the trip to see, well, basically what you have seen. It was all a secret then, even before you were chosen for the team. You were shot and recovering and we just didn’t see a need to tell you. Since you were selected as one of the team, the only thing we have been hiding from you is that Sammy was the first selected. After me, of course.”
This wasn’t making Marcus feel any better about how he obtained this new job that he wasn’t even supposed to know about. But, again, he talked to himself and decided to enjoy the rest of the holiday.
“Whatever.” Marcus looked at Navette and somehow mustered up a smile. “Let’s find that boardwalk.”
Navette had wished she had not brought Marcus to see the mural. She feared it had changed the mood of the evening.
“I agree.”
Neither Marcus nor Navette said a word until they arrived at a busy night spot near the beach. There was a big red and yellow neon sign flashing on the outside of the building “Navajo Joe’s.” The parking lot was full and Navette found a spot just off the lot on the sand.
“Are we stopping here?” Marcus asked.
“The boardwalk starts behind Navajo Joe’s.”
“Seems to be a popular spot.”
“Yes it is, but it is more country and western.”
“What do you say, we check it out?”
“Oh, I’m not sure, Marcus. Do you line dance?”
“I tried it once.”
“It might be fun.”
They entered through two large double doors and a tall guy wearing a Budweiser cap and tee shirt that pictured a large bottle of Budweiser and the words “Life begins with a Bud” asked them if they cared to learn the two-step. Marcus and Navette were here to enjoy themselves so they said sure. The guy handed them a bottle of beer and instructed them to hold on the bottle with the left hand and to grab hold of the bottle cap with the right and step one was to twist off the cap. Step two was to bring the bottle up to your lips and take a drink. “Now you know the two-step. The music will begin in just a few minutes. Enjoy yourselves.”
Marcus and Navette found this to be clever and the atmosphere seemed to be warm and friendly. There was music playing but no one was dancing. They could see a band setting up their equipment on a small stage in the back. Marcus looked around for a table but all seemed to be occupied. Even the bar was packed with patrons standing.
“You guys want to join us.”
“What are you doing here?” This was Navette’s response when she saw that it was Emerald who was asking.
“I could say the same about you,” he replied.
“Navette, you remember Jennifer, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Jennifer this is Marcus, the one I have been telling you about.”
“Hi Jennifer.”
“I hear you are the hero of this family.”
“I would prefer not to be called a hero. I just responded without thinking and lived though it.”
Navette wasn’t sure she even wanted to stay at this place but so far it looked like an ok place to be a night club, but it still had beer odor that she wasn’t too crazy about. But, Marcus, however, accepted the invitation graciously.
“We would love to join you two. Have you guys been here before?”
“Jennifer has. In fact, it was her idea to come tonight.”
“I haven’t been in a while,” Jennifer said.
“Jennifer, is your brother still in New York?”
Jennifer’s brother and Navette had dated during their early college years. It seemed he was quite a party nut and Navette just didn’t fit into his crowd.
“No, he moved back to LA and he is why we are here tonight. Our band is playing tonight.”
Just then Austin, Jennifer’s brother, was welcoming everyone to Navajo Joe’s.
“Hi everybody, I’m Austin Clemmons and we are Clemmons and Clemmons.”
It just hit Navette and Marcus that Jennifer had said our band. Emerald looked at Marcus and Navette, while shaking his head with a yes motion. He seemed kind of proud of Jennifer and her band. “Jennifer is the other half of Clemmons and Clemmons.”
“That’s great.” Marcus said as the band began to play. “I have never known a real live band member before.”
“This is our first big gig and I am a little nervous.”
Emerald wanted to give Jennifer support. “I know you will do just fine. I remember when you sang at your sister’s wedding, I knew then that voice would take you places.”
“Thanks, wish me luck.” Jennifer pushed back her chair.
“Break a leg.” Emerald said and everyone looked at him with disgust. “Isn’t that what you are supposed to say?”
Navette, trying to cover up for her brother’s inadequacy, reaffirmed her abilities. “Jennifer, you will do just great, I’m sure.”
Jennifer walked up to the stage just as the first song was ending and immediately the band started with another song and Austin walked up to the mike and introduced Jennifer by saying: “This is the other half of Clemmons and Clemmons, my sister Jennifer.” That is when Jennifer walked up to the mike and this beautiful voice rang out over the dance hall and practically everyone in the building jumped up from their seats and went to the dance floor. The crowd liked what they heard.
Marcus was just thinking how the evening had turned out. Again not quite what he expected, but he was enjoying himself. At least, until Navette asked him to dance. She wanted to move his attention away from the band and onto her. They moved on to the dance floor and the regulars seemed to open a spot for them. It was awkward at first, but they seemed to get the hang of it when the song ended. Before they even thought whether or not they would stay for one more dance the band started with another song that kept them on the dance floor. However, everyone lined up as if they were in a choreographed production twisting and stomping with such unison that Navette and Marcus had to concentrate just to keep from getting in the way of the others. Marcus turned the wrong way and found himself wrapped around Navette. They both laughed and found themselves again close to remembering the next move when the song ended. They had decided to sit the next one out. Then the band started to play again, but this time it was a slow song. One where not as much concentration would have to be made on the next dance move, but more concentration on the “next move.” They decided to stay for one more.
It was midnight before they made it to the boardwalk. The temperature had dropped and it was chilly. They walked for a ways and found a bench where a rock wall blocked the wind. They cuddled up next to each other and began to discuss the night club, Jennifer and her band and their experience on the dance floor. Navette was telling Marcus how Jennifer and Emerald met and that she and Austin met because of Emerald and Jennifer’s friendship. Marcus seemed to be listening very contently. Navette now was thinking he was listening too contently. She decided to see if he were listening or sleeping.
“Austin and I had a very open relationship; he was seeing this married woman while we were dating.” There was no response from Marcus. She felt very confident that he was asleep.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but if he was seeing some married woman while you two were dating, then you wouldn’t mind if I ask Jennifer out.”
Navette jumped up and grabbed both of his wrists and looked him straight in the eye. “You don’t dare ask her out Marcus Holmes.”
Marcus laughed and stood up. “I’m hungry. Let’s go get a coffee and donut.”
They walked back to where they had parked the Jeep. “Are you sure this is where you parked. The place doesn’t look the same with all the cars gone.” It was the place and the Jeep was no where to be seen.”
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Untitled Novel - Chapter Eleven
Bill drove off with Johnny. Everyone hoped that this would be their last encounter with Johnny. Surely, the judge would not allow him to post bail. After all, he had attempted murder charges, aggravated robbery charges, violation of a restraining order and numerous other charges. If this were the case, there would be no need for Marcus and Navette to go back to New York. Peter paid the taxi for his trouble and all except Madina went to the garden area around the pool. Madina returned to her duties inside the house.
Peter sat down at an umbrella covered table and Bright, Navette and Marcus joined him. “Wow, what a day! I hope that the rest of this weekend will be quieter. Marcus, this is not a typical Easter weekend in California. I think we should attend sunrise services tomorrow and possibly we could align ourselves to the purpose of our life and find peace again.”
Bright was the first to respond. “I think that would be an excellent idea.” After the service we could meet Bill and Shirley at the harbor for our traditional trip to Dream Island.”
This is the first that Marcus had heard of this tradition. He leaned over to Navette and whispered into her ear. “Traditional trip to Dream Island?”
“It will be fun… something Dad and Mom started when Emerald and I were kids.”
The day had definitely been exciting and stressful for all especially Marcus. The day involved seeing the famous Hollywood sign, learning about “Diamond World,” getting shot, tackling a robber, meeting a spiritualist housekeeper, being jerked from a taxi and threatened by the same person that had shot him earlier, and tackling this criminal again. Marcus felt a little peace would be a good thing. “This sounds like a wonderful idea Peter.”
Peter was glad that Marcus had come out to their California home but the weekend had not exactly been enjoyable, but he was hopeful about tomorrow.
“Mr. Tolkowsky. Mr. Bill is on the phone.”
“Yes Bill.” Peter listened intently to Bill while the others waited with anticipation to know what Bill was telling Peter. “The judge revoked the bail and Johnny is locked up. He will have a hearing next week, but Bill says he has confessed to all charges. He will probably make a deal, but he expects Johnny will have to serve a couple of years at least. Sorry Madina, but maybe this will be for his own good.”
“I hope so Mr. Tolkowsky. I hope so.”
Everyone sighed, hoping that the ordeal was over.
“We are invited next door for an evening dinner. Marcus, did you bring your tux?”
“He is just kidding you Marcus. You won’t need a tux. Dr. Stuber has an Easter eve communion and the dress code is come as you are. The food will be light, only wine and crackers.”
“This would not happen to be Dr. Robert Stuber would it?”
“Yes, do you know Dr. Stuber?
“No, but I have read his book. Sammy gave it to me. He is a remarkable man.”
“I am glad you think so, Marcus. You will have the opportunity to meet him personally tonight.” Tomorrow you will get to hear him speak at the Silver Cathedral. We will have a traditional polish meal tonight at a local restaurant.”
“So you are polish?”
“Yes, my heritage is polish but I was born and spent most of my childhood in Belgium.”
“I always thought you were Jewish.”
“I know, but since I was incognito as a hot dog vendor I thought I would let you continue to think that. After all, it is not the first time that I have been mistaken as Jewish.”
The afternoon was dwindling and everyone agreed that at five o’clock they would need to dress for the evening. Marcus and Navette continue to lounge around the pool. Peter went into the house to make some phone calls. Bright decided to relax in the Jacuzzi with a good book.
The sun was very warm and Navette and Marcus both fell asleep. The relaxing sleep quickly ended when a splash from the pool woke them. It was Emerald.
When he surfaced Navette shouted to Emerald. “What are you doing here?”
“All the flights to New York have been cancelled.”
“Cancelled?”
“Yes cancelled. Something about maintenance issues. I know you are disappointed.”
Emerald climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel. “Marcus, I want to thank you for your bravery. I was stupid thinking I could just push the panic button and security would take care of this guy. I didn’t have the sense to anticipate a better opportunity.”
Navette lowered her head and brushed her hair back from her face and then looked up to Emerald. “That blow must have knocked some of that obnoxious attitude from your head. Maybe there is hope for you.”
“You may be right, I’ve had some time to think about it and I now realize that life is not a guarantee. I should live each moment as a gift.”
“Marcus, I do believe my brother has had an epiphany. We are going to Dr. Stuber’s for communion tonight. You’ll have to join us.”
“Maybe I will.”
Emerald had not joined the family traditions for the past few years and it was good for Navette to see this change of heart. Emerald, Navette and Marcus enjoyed a delightful conversation. When time came, they each left to freshen up and dress for the night.
“Is everyone ready?” Peter shouted from the hallway. “It is time we go.”
Marcus, felt as though he had been fighting a bear. His muscles were aching and his wound was burning. But, he was looking forward to the evening. Marcus left his room about the same time as Emerald. Emerald reached and gave a vigorous tap to Marcus’s back. This was done in a friendly and congratulatory manner but Emerald’s hand just happened to hit a sore spot. Marcus cringed and quickly pulled away. “Oh I’m sorry.”
“That’s ok; I’m just a little sore.”
“I could imagine, you were shot, tackled a guy twice your size and all this while recovering from surgery from another gunshot. Marcus, has your life always been this exciting?”
Peter witnessed this exchange between Emerald and Marcus and was very pleased with Emeralds effort to be friendly. “Have you two decided you have something in common?”
“What’s that Dad?”
“You both discovered you have a purpose in life.”
“What would our purpose be?”
“I don’t know, you haven’t achieved it yet. Otherwise you both would have been dead.”
“I think Bright is ready. Let’s go over to Dr. Stuber's now.”
Marcus didn’t know if this was a short walk or if they would take a vehicle. Navette appeared when Marcus and Emerald were near the bottom of the steps. Emerald looked up toward her. “We are ready to go, Sis.” Emerald hadn’t called her Sis since high school. It was refreshing to bring back those times: when she and Emerald seemed to have more in common. Navette sped her decent down the steps and joined Emerald and Marcus as they were catching up with Peter and Bright. Marcus was somewhat surprised when they left through the gate from the pool area. They followed a path made of rock and flat rocks used as stepping stones. The walk was quite enchanting with small patches of flowers, and metal sculptures that had rusted from the salt in the ocean breeze. Hardly a word was spoken during the short journey. Emerald did make a comment to Peter. “Dad, if you were to guess what my purpose in life is, what would it be?”
“Could be anything, Marcus. You will just have to follow the path of opportunity. It will be revealed at the proper time.”
This was a question that you might expect Emerald to ask when he was eight years of age, not at twenty-eight. This epiphany that Emerald experienced must have been life changing or, at least, a life awakening one. They turned off the path to walk between two tall Italian spruce trees and arrived at a house made of seemingly all glass. They walked around the house to the front entrance. Several vehicles lined the drive and there was a large receiving line entering the open doors. Everyone was sharing the event by greeting one another with handshakes and introductions. The line was moving quite slowly. Marcus was much aware of communion, but had not experienced it in this way before. It was usually in a church building and not in someone’s home, so he had some questions. “Why does Dr. Stuber have this communion in his home and not the church building?”
“This communion is by special invitation only. If you look around you, there are people of importance. What I mean to say, these are people in the news, recognizable people, who choose not to go to public places due to being recognized and creating a spectacle and take away from the experience of the communion. Dr. Stuber discovered the need when President Ronald Regan told him of his personal experience. He offered this service to President Regan shortly after his last term and the word spread to those of similar prominence.”
Peter paused his explanation long enough to greet a tall gentleman dressed in Nike running clothes. “Good to see you Governor, First Lady.”
It was Governor Schwarzenegger and the First Lady. “Good to see you.” The Governor replied.
Peter didn’t know the Governor personally but this is the type of greeting that was appropriate at such a gathering. Peter didn’t ask him for an autograph or discuss political or governmental issues. He just recognized him in a very polite way.
“Marcus, this is what I mean, no spectacle; therefore, we can focus on Godly reverence and not earthly reverence.”
Marcus was stunned that such a meeting took place right beside him. He looked at Navette and Emerald and they just smiled and took two more steps forward. Marcus then began to look closely at the people in the line and there was ________ ________ just a little ways behind him. He caught himself wanting to give her his spot but remembered what Peter said about making a spectacle. Two more came out of the room and Navette practically began to melt. One was ________ ____________. His eyes never met Navette’s, but hers definitely looked him over. They were entering into the huge room with seeming no walls other than glass. This distinguished gray haired gentleman, who Marcus assumed was Dr. Stuber, was being assisted by two other distinguished gentlemen of a younger age. The line moved slowly but consistently and within 30 minutes from arriving they had all received the bread and wine. This was a solemn spiritual feeling that rejuvenated the heart. It was a gratifying experience.
As Bright turned to leave the room, to Marcus’s surprise, she leaned over to _____ _______ and whispered something in her ear. Ms. _______ replied with a simple “Thank you Bright.” This meant that the two knew each other and that was ok with Marcus. What followed next was even more ok. Ms. _______’s eyes met with Marcus’s eyes. “Are you the New York hero I have been reading about? You’re Marcus Holmes, aren’t you?” This left Marcus speechless. She politely shook Marcus’s hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you Marcus.”
“You too.”
They moved on without any more collating of information. This was something that Bright asked her to do. But, it still was going to be something Marcus would remember and tell everyone about.
Peter, Bright, Navette, Marcus and Emerald returned home the same way in which they had come. They decided to go to the restaurant in two different vehicles. Peter, Bright and Emerald went in the Lexus while Navette and Marcus took the Jeep.
Navette shouted to her dad just before he got into the car. “I think I know how to get there, but I never have driven there before. Could you just remember that I am following?”
“Just set your GPS.”
Navette seemed a little embarrassed but instead of setting the GPS, she simply drove off following Peter. “I don’t trust those things. I have been lost following the directions the GPS gives and once I nearly turned the wrong direction onto a one way street when the stupid thing told me to turn.”
Navette was able to follow Peter until they turned on to 405 and that is when she lost her dad. It seems like half the folks in California drive White Lexuses. She first thought she could find her way. “I know to take I-10 toward Sana Monica, but I don’t know where to get off I-10.”
“Do you know the address of the restaurant?”
“No I don’t”
“Just call you’re dad on his cell and ask him.”
“Good idea except I didn’t bring my cell. Use yours.”
“I left mine in New York, don’t you remember? What is the name of the restaurant?”
“Warszawa. Why?”
“Well, I thought I would keep an eye out for advertisement sign.”
“This looks like where I turn.”
“No this will take you to the Marina. That’s were we had the pizza. What do you say we just go to the café and order a pizza, I’m not sure I want to eat at a Polish restaurant anyway.”
“We will have to call Mom and Dad. It would be wrong to just not show up.”
Navette pulled into a gas market and went inside to get directions, something a woman would think about doing. She came out shortly and said “We should have gotten off of I-10 one exit back. But, we can go over two blocks and then it’s only a few blocks to the restaurant.”
“Look, there’s a public phone, just call your dad and tell him we are lost and we will just have pizza.”
“He will be so disappointed. He loves this ritual and I hate to disappoint him.”
Marcus again had to agree with Navette. It seems he has been doing a lot of that lately.
“We are looking for Lincoln Street.”
“There it is, Lincoln.”
“The restaurant should be about 5 or 6 blocks.”
“Order the sausage; it’s the most unhealthful food on the menu.”
“What did you say”
“Order the sausage.”’
“I suppose you are going to have a Polish salad.”
“I just might. There is a great Polish cucumber salad. And I usually get the noodle and cabbage without the sausage of course. Then I will have the tea cakes for dessert.”
“That doesn’t sound all that bad, except I will have to have the sausage.”
“Here we are.”
After getting out of the Jeep, Marcus walked over to Navette. He stopped her from rushing in the restaurant by placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes. With a soft and suggestive voice, he said, “I love you Navette Tolkowsky.” Marcus then kissed her, not as a single smack on the cheeks, but a long involved kiss.
Navette wrapped her arms around Marcus and returned the kiss with all the sensuousness which the kiss was given. Navette felt her heart pumping faster and faster. Marcus and Navette seemed to withdraw from the kiss at the same time. After all, a family dinner at a Polish restaurant was hardly the place. Navette reached for Marcus’s hand and they went into the restaurant. Navette now wished she had taken Marcus’s idea of pizza at the marina.
“We would like to join the Tolkowsky’s table please,” Navette said to the hostess. Then Navette turned and flirtatiously smiled at Marcus.
“Follow me.” The hostess then lead them to a large table that was slightly obscured from sight, but with a window view that would have been picture perfect for Marcus and Navette’s romantic moment.
Peter sat down at an umbrella covered table and Bright, Navette and Marcus joined him. “Wow, what a day! I hope that the rest of this weekend will be quieter. Marcus, this is not a typical Easter weekend in California. I think we should attend sunrise services tomorrow and possibly we could align ourselves to the purpose of our life and find peace again.”
Bright was the first to respond. “I think that would be an excellent idea.” After the service we could meet Bill and Shirley at the harbor for our traditional trip to Dream Island.”
This is the first that Marcus had heard of this tradition. He leaned over to Navette and whispered into her ear. “Traditional trip to Dream Island?”
“It will be fun… something Dad and Mom started when Emerald and I were kids.”
The day had definitely been exciting and stressful for all especially Marcus. The day involved seeing the famous Hollywood sign, learning about “Diamond World,” getting shot, tackling a robber, meeting a spiritualist housekeeper, being jerked from a taxi and threatened by the same person that had shot him earlier, and tackling this criminal again. Marcus felt a little peace would be a good thing. “This sounds like a wonderful idea Peter.”
Peter was glad that Marcus had come out to their California home but the weekend had not exactly been enjoyable, but he was hopeful about tomorrow.
“Mr. Tolkowsky. Mr. Bill is on the phone.”
“Yes Bill.” Peter listened intently to Bill while the others waited with anticipation to know what Bill was telling Peter. “The judge revoked the bail and Johnny is locked up. He will have a hearing next week, but Bill says he has confessed to all charges. He will probably make a deal, but he expects Johnny will have to serve a couple of years at least. Sorry Madina, but maybe this will be for his own good.”
“I hope so Mr. Tolkowsky. I hope so.”
Everyone sighed, hoping that the ordeal was over.
“We are invited next door for an evening dinner. Marcus, did you bring your tux?”
“He is just kidding you Marcus. You won’t need a tux. Dr. Stuber has an Easter eve communion and the dress code is come as you are. The food will be light, only wine and crackers.”
“This would not happen to be Dr. Robert Stuber would it?”
“Yes, do you know Dr. Stuber?
“No, but I have read his book. Sammy gave it to me. He is a remarkable man.”
“I am glad you think so, Marcus. You will have the opportunity to meet him personally tonight.” Tomorrow you will get to hear him speak at the Silver Cathedral. We will have a traditional polish meal tonight at a local restaurant.”
“So you are polish?”
“Yes, my heritage is polish but I was born and spent most of my childhood in Belgium.”
“I always thought you were Jewish.”
“I know, but since I was incognito as a hot dog vendor I thought I would let you continue to think that. After all, it is not the first time that I have been mistaken as Jewish.”
The afternoon was dwindling and everyone agreed that at five o’clock they would need to dress for the evening. Marcus and Navette continue to lounge around the pool. Peter went into the house to make some phone calls. Bright decided to relax in the Jacuzzi with a good book.
The sun was very warm and Navette and Marcus both fell asleep. The relaxing sleep quickly ended when a splash from the pool woke them. It was Emerald.
When he surfaced Navette shouted to Emerald. “What are you doing here?”
“All the flights to New York have been cancelled.”
“Cancelled?”
“Yes cancelled. Something about maintenance issues. I know you are disappointed.”
Emerald climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel. “Marcus, I want to thank you for your bravery. I was stupid thinking I could just push the panic button and security would take care of this guy. I didn’t have the sense to anticipate a better opportunity.”
Navette lowered her head and brushed her hair back from her face and then looked up to Emerald. “That blow must have knocked some of that obnoxious attitude from your head. Maybe there is hope for you.”
“You may be right, I’ve had some time to think about it and I now realize that life is not a guarantee. I should live each moment as a gift.”
“Marcus, I do believe my brother has had an epiphany. We are going to Dr. Stuber’s for communion tonight. You’ll have to join us.”
“Maybe I will.”
Emerald had not joined the family traditions for the past few years and it was good for Navette to see this change of heart. Emerald, Navette and Marcus enjoyed a delightful conversation. When time came, they each left to freshen up and dress for the night.
“Is everyone ready?” Peter shouted from the hallway. “It is time we go.”
Marcus, felt as though he had been fighting a bear. His muscles were aching and his wound was burning. But, he was looking forward to the evening. Marcus left his room about the same time as Emerald. Emerald reached and gave a vigorous tap to Marcus’s back. This was done in a friendly and congratulatory manner but Emerald’s hand just happened to hit a sore spot. Marcus cringed and quickly pulled away. “Oh I’m sorry.”
“That’s ok; I’m just a little sore.”
“I could imagine, you were shot, tackled a guy twice your size and all this while recovering from surgery from another gunshot. Marcus, has your life always been this exciting?”
Peter witnessed this exchange between Emerald and Marcus and was very pleased with Emeralds effort to be friendly. “Have you two decided you have something in common?”
“What’s that Dad?”
“You both discovered you have a purpose in life.”
“What would our purpose be?”
“I don’t know, you haven’t achieved it yet. Otherwise you both would have been dead.”
“I think Bright is ready. Let’s go over to Dr. Stuber's now.”
Marcus didn’t know if this was a short walk or if they would take a vehicle. Navette appeared when Marcus and Emerald were near the bottom of the steps. Emerald looked up toward her. “We are ready to go, Sis.” Emerald hadn’t called her Sis since high school. It was refreshing to bring back those times: when she and Emerald seemed to have more in common. Navette sped her decent down the steps and joined Emerald and Marcus as they were catching up with Peter and Bright. Marcus was somewhat surprised when they left through the gate from the pool area. They followed a path made of rock and flat rocks used as stepping stones. The walk was quite enchanting with small patches of flowers, and metal sculptures that had rusted from the salt in the ocean breeze. Hardly a word was spoken during the short journey. Emerald did make a comment to Peter. “Dad, if you were to guess what my purpose in life is, what would it be?”
“Could be anything, Marcus. You will just have to follow the path of opportunity. It will be revealed at the proper time.”
This was a question that you might expect Emerald to ask when he was eight years of age, not at twenty-eight. This epiphany that Emerald experienced must have been life changing or, at least, a life awakening one. They turned off the path to walk between two tall Italian spruce trees and arrived at a house made of seemingly all glass. They walked around the house to the front entrance. Several vehicles lined the drive and there was a large receiving line entering the open doors. Everyone was sharing the event by greeting one another with handshakes and introductions. The line was moving quite slowly. Marcus was much aware of communion, but had not experienced it in this way before. It was usually in a church building and not in someone’s home, so he had some questions. “Why does Dr. Stuber have this communion in his home and not the church building?”
“This communion is by special invitation only. If you look around you, there are people of importance. What I mean to say, these are people in the news, recognizable people, who choose not to go to public places due to being recognized and creating a spectacle and take away from the experience of the communion. Dr. Stuber discovered the need when President Ronald Regan told him of his personal experience. He offered this service to President Regan shortly after his last term and the word spread to those of similar prominence.”
Peter paused his explanation long enough to greet a tall gentleman dressed in Nike running clothes. “Good to see you Governor, First Lady.”
It was Governor Schwarzenegger and the First Lady. “Good to see you.” The Governor replied.
Peter didn’t know the Governor personally but this is the type of greeting that was appropriate at such a gathering. Peter didn’t ask him for an autograph or discuss political or governmental issues. He just recognized him in a very polite way.
“Marcus, this is what I mean, no spectacle; therefore, we can focus on Godly reverence and not earthly reverence.”
Marcus was stunned that such a meeting took place right beside him. He looked at Navette and Emerald and they just smiled and took two more steps forward. Marcus then began to look closely at the people in the line and there was ________ ________ just a little ways behind him. He caught himself wanting to give her his spot but remembered what Peter said about making a spectacle. Two more came out of the room and Navette practically began to melt. One was ________ ____________. His eyes never met Navette’s, but hers definitely looked him over. They were entering into the huge room with seeming no walls other than glass. This distinguished gray haired gentleman, who Marcus assumed was Dr. Stuber, was being assisted by two other distinguished gentlemen of a younger age. The line moved slowly but consistently and within 30 minutes from arriving they had all received the bread and wine. This was a solemn spiritual feeling that rejuvenated the heart. It was a gratifying experience.
As Bright turned to leave the room, to Marcus’s surprise, she leaned over to _____ _______ and whispered something in her ear. Ms. _______ replied with a simple “Thank you Bright.” This meant that the two knew each other and that was ok with Marcus. What followed next was even more ok. Ms. _______’s eyes met with Marcus’s eyes. “Are you the New York hero I have been reading about? You’re Marcus Holmes, aren’t you?” This left Marcus speechless. She politely shook Marcus’s hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you Marcus.”
“You too.”
They moved on without any more collating of information. This was something that Bright asked her to do. But, it still was going to be something Marcus would remember and tell everyone about.
Peter, Bright, Navette, Marcus and Emerald returned home the same way in which they had come. They decided to go to the restaurant in two different vehicles. Peter, Bright and Emerald went in the Lexus while Navette and Marcus took the Jeep.
Navette shouted to her dad just before he got into the car. “I think I know how to get there, but I never have driven there before. Could you just remember that I am following?”
“Just set your GPS.”
Navette seemed a little embarrassed but instead of setting the GPS, she simply drove off following Peter. “I don’t trust those things. I have been lost following the directions the GPS gives and once I nearly turned the wrong direction onto a one way street when the stupid thing told me to turn.”
Navette was able to follow Peter until they turned on to 405 and that is when she lost her dad. It seems like half the folks in California drive White Lexuses. She first thought she could find her way. “I know to take I-10 toward Sana Monica, but I don’t know where to get off I-10.”
“Do you know the address of the restaurant?”
“No I don’t”
“Just call you’re dad on his cell and ask him.”
“Good idea except I didn’t bring my cell. Use yours.”
“I left mine in New York, don’t you remember? What is the name of the restaurant?”
“Warszawa. Why?”
“Well, I thought I would keep an eye out for advertisement sign.”
“This looks like where I turn.”
“No this will take you to the Marina. That’s were we had the pizza. What do you say we just go to the café and order a pizza, I’m not sure I want to eat at a Polish restaurant anyway.”
“We will have to call Mom and Dad. It would be wrong to just not show up.”
Navette pulled into a gas market and went inside to get directions, something a woman would think about doing. She came out shortly and said “We should have gotten off of I-10 one exit back. But, we can go over two blocks and then it’s only a few blocks to the restaurant.”
“Look, there’s a public phone, just call your dad and tell him we are lost and we will just have pizza.”
“He will be so disappointed. He loves this ritual and I hate to disappoint him.”
Marcus again had to agree with Navette. It seems he has been doing a lot of that lately.
“We are looking for Lincoln Street.”
“There it is, Lincoln.”
“The restaurant should be about 5 or 6 blocks.”
“Order the sausage; it’s the most unhealthful food on the menu.”
“What did you say”
“Order the sausage.”’
“I suppose you are going to have a Polish salad.”
“I just might. There is a great Polish cucumber salad. And I usually get the noodle and cabbage without the sausage of course. Then I will have the tea cakes for dessert.”
“That doesn’t sound all that bad, except I will have to have the sausage.”
“Here we are.”
After getting out of the Jeep, Marcus walked over to Navette. He stopped her from rushing in the restaurant by placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes. With a soft and suggestive voice, he said, “I love you Navette Tolkowsky.” Marcus then kissed her, not as a single smack on the cheeks, but a long involved kiss.
Navette wrapped her arms around Marcus and returned the kiss with all the sensuousness which the kiss was given. Navette felt her heart pumping faster and faster. Marcus and Navette seemed to withdraw from the kiss at the same time. After all, a family dinner at a Polish restaurant was hardly the place. Navette reached for Marcus’s hand and they went into the restaurant. Navette now wished she had taken Marcus’s idea of pizza at the marina.
“We would like to join the Tolkowsky’s table please,” Navette said to the hostess. Then Navette turned and flirtatiously smiled at Marcus.
“Follow me.” The hostess then lead them to a large table that was slightly obscured from sight, but with a window view that would have been picture perfect for Marcus and Navette’s romantic moment.
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