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SPAMA NOVEL
BY
ARNOLD GREENBERG
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All Rights Reserved Clayfield Books 2011
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For Diana
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CHAPTER ONE
Every morning at eight oclock Id make a cup of coffee and rye toast
with raspberry jam, go into my bedroom and turn on my computer. Id sit at
the little desk Lillian bought at a yard sale several years before she got sick.
I hardly used my computer except for e-mail, writing letters or the syllabus
for my courses at the university, but other than that I was pretty ignorant.
Facebook or youtube were not part of my universe, even though I often heard
people talking about them before I retired from the university.
Sipping my coffee, Id listen to the chimes, watch all these icons come up
and wait to sign in for my email. I had a plastic desk organizer with paper
clips, a stapler, rubber bands and several pens. I also had a small black filing
cabinet Lillian found at another yard sale and a cork board on the wall for
tacking up e-mails I had printed out to remind me of one thing or another. I
dont recall how it all started but somehow, every morning, I found myselfvery busy responding to the barrage of messages.
A photograph of Lillian was on a shelf just above my desk and Id look up
at her for a minute or two and sigh, feeling this pang of missing her, then
close my eyes and look away. It was my favorite picture of her taken when
she was in her thirties and there was something about her smile--as if she
had some private thought that delighted or maybe mystified her. It was her
smile that made me remember how full of life she was. She had large brownsparkling eyes and her long, dark curly hair fell below her shoulders--that
was before she cut it. Thinking about how she faded as the Alzheimers slowly
took her away was impossible to comprehend and I tried not to think about
it.
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Finally, when the computer was ready Id write in my password Merlin125,
and get started responding to all the messages that had come in. Rarely was
there anything personal--sometimes an invitation for a gathering or lecture
by a visiting professor at the university but I always responded that I would
not be attending.
I had no interest in social gatherings and was content to stay home and
watch TV at night, not really caring what I watched. The only show I liked
was Jeopardy because I remembered how much Lillian had enjoyed that
show. She had such a good memory for facts. I didnt, but I liked how excited
she got when she answered before the guests. I found it was still fun to
watch, even though it often made me miss her more.
While watching TV I would serve myself two scoops of vanilla ice cream
in the little green bowl Lillian had made for me at the Adult Ed. pottery
class. I used the same bowl for oatmeal on the rare days I actually made
breakfast.
Sometimes Id drift into my old office down the hall, pick up a book and
then put it back on the shelf, but I rarely visited that room. I had taughtliterature for over thirty years but my interest in books had faded and I just
couldnt concentrate. In bed at night, Id try to read the New Yorker but
within five minutes, it would fall out of my hand and Id turn off the lamp
and go to sleep. They came each week and I had a large pile of unread New
Yorkers. Im not sure why I renewed my subscription. I also would glance at
the AARP Magazine cover on the day it arrived but never read any of the
articles.
I rarely went out except to go to the Save-Way Market for groceries--
mostly frozen dinners, cans of soup, a loaf of rye bread, a jar of raspberry
jam and I always treated myself to a container of vanilla ice cream,
something Lillian would have discouraged. Other than my excursions to the
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market, my 93 Subaru sat in the driveway. I would glance at my horribly tall
grass as I got in and out of my car, remembering how Lillian loved to garden
and take care of the lawn but I just had no interest in taking care of it or
anything--thats how out of it I was.
This brings me to the day everything changed, the day I got the angry
note from my neighbors about my overgrown lawn and the day I met Emma.
It started out like a typical day. I watched the messages come and shook my
head when I saw I had twenty-five messages and could see it was going to
be another busy day. There they were--a message from Vista Investments and
the tin mine in Venezuela then A & G Mortgage Company with their 4.5%
interest and something about reverse mortgages. I always wrote back tothese companies, printed out all of our correspondence and kept them in the
filing cabinet. I even got calls from the A&G Mortgage representative, Stanley
Miller. I remember his pleasant voice and we often had pleasant
conversations. He told me about his sailboat and his two children but he also
seemed concerned about my finances after I told him about Lillians death and
the unpaid medical bills. He told me about reverse mortgages and how I could
use the money to pay my hospital bill, go on vacation or fix up my property.
Hed always end the conversation with, Youre missing a really good deal.
Another e-mail was from Cheaper Drugs, Inc. giving me the opportunity
to get all my medications at tremendous savings. This particular e-mail had a
special deal on Viagra. It said if I acted immediately I could get twenty
Viagra pills for $2.00 each. They were persistent and sent me messages every
other day with different offers. I sighed knowing I had no use for Viagra and
doubted I ever would. I glanced up at Lillian and then back at the computer
screen. Several other drug companies contacted me. Fortunately, the only
medication I was taking was for my enlarged prostate, but none of these
companies had the drug my doctor prescribed.
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There was another e-mail from a company called Peek-a-Boo that said
they could put me in contact with sexy young women and gave an 800 number
to call. On the screen was a woman with long blond hair in a bikini with her
big barely covered breasts. Below the photo it asked, Do you like blonds,
brunettes or prefer young women who like older men? I also got an e-mail
from someone named Connie that said, Im new in town and horny. Give me a
call.
Somehow, I knew it was a way to get me to sign up for a dating service.
I received a lot of messages like that but for some reason, I wrote a reply to
this one telling her how sorry I was but my wife had died recently and I was
not ready to start dating. I felt a little foolish responding but it wassomewhat enticing to get that message. I even wondered if she would write
back. What was I thinking?
Again, I looked up at Lillians photograph, sighed and then skimmed the
list of messages. I saw one from the Dutch Bulb Company. They offered spring
flowers like daffodils and tulips and were offering a special gift of four free
day lilies if my order was over fifty dollars and I wouldnt have to pay until
after they arrived. I remembered how much Lillian loved to garden and eachyear added more bulbs, but that stopped when she started losing her memory
three years ago. Suddenly, the thought of planting flowers made me miss
Lillian and I deleted the message.
I glanced at the time at the bottom of the screen and saw it was
already 11:19. I was tired and sat back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. I looked
back at the screen and saw I still had many messages to read and respond
to. I closed my eyes and thought about how my corresponding to all these
messages made the time pass faster since the funeral.
I remembered the day all our friends had come and we had so much
food--corned beef, roast beef, pastrami, salami, coleslaw, Russian dressing,
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pickles, all kinds of pastry and we sat around my living room eating, drinking
soda or whiskey, reminiscing--sitting Shiva--but then, a day later, the house
was quiet. During the first week, a few friends called to see how I was, but
after that, the phone was quiet and so was the house. I would sit at the
kitchen table feeling the emptiness, not knowing what to do with myself.
Thats when I started with the computer and my correspondence. I responded
to one email and then another and another, and there I was spending most of
the day on the computer reading and responding to the messages.
Now, on this particular day, tired of reading messages, I stared at the
screen and the messages but didnt move. Suddenly the screen went blank,
hibernating and I remember staring at the blank screen and thinking, Whatam I doing? I hadnt asked myself that question out loud, though occasionally
I felt the question lurking. But I managed to ignore it and shove it aside and
just came to my desk everyday with my toast and coffee and fill my time
with the email messages. A part of me knew I should stop but it was easier
to shove the thought aside then to actually stop. After a minute of staring at
the empty screen, I pressed one of the keys and the email messages came
back up. I shook my head at them and sighed deeply--thats what I do when
Im weary, take deep sighs. I glanced at the screen then looked back up atLillians photograph. This is nuts, Lillian. Why am I doing this? Im working too
hard. I need to take a break.
I picked up my cup and the plate with the pieces of crust from my toast,
wiped a few crumbs from the desk and walked out of my bedroom towards
the kitchen saying out loud, I wish I werent so damn busy. I need more time
for myself, and thats when I saw the envelope on the floor by the front
door.
Startled, I stared at its whiteness before reaching for it, getting down on
one knee. Someone must have shoved it through the mail slot. I picked up the
envelope then held onto the door knob to pull myself up. From your
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neighbors was written on the front. The envelope was unsealed. I remember
trembling as I opened it, wondering why I would be getting a message from
my neighbors. At first I had trouble focusing but then read the typed
message.
We are your neighbors and are asking you to do something immediately
about the appearance of your property. It is an eye sore and you should be
ashamed of yourself.
The word eye sore was in large capital letters. The words, You should
be ashamed of yourself was also written in capital letters with several
exclamation marks. Ten signatures were under the words, Your neighbors. Ididnt recognize any of the names because I had never met them. They all
had moved in over the last three or four years. I remember the For Sale
signs going up as gradually all our old neighbors moved away.
I stared at the note and couldnt move. I was stunned and read it three
times. I felt attacked. After a minute or so I went to the large picture
window in the dining room and looked out at the lawn and knew they were
right.
It looks abandoned, I said. The grass was three feet tall and
dandelions and patches of grass were coming up between the bricks of the
pathway up to the house. I stared out the window, holding the angry note
suddenly remembering how friendly the neighborhood used to be when we
had backyard barbecues, birthday and graduation parties when the children
finished high school then college. I looked across the street where one of my
best friend, Max Rubin used to live then looked past his old place to where
Esther and Harold once lived and noticed the For Sale sign on the lawn. Now,
all of my former neighbors were living in Center city or moved to Florida or
to various parts of the country to be closer to their grandchildren. I didnt
know anyone on this street anymore except Charlotte and Morton next door.
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He was chief of staff at the hospital and they still lived here, but I never
saw them. All the others were new arrivals and I would occasionally watch
them leave their houses in the morning, come back at night, carry in their
shopping bags, or on Tuesdays, take the trash cans to the curb. On Saturdays
or late afternoons, Id see them mowing or watering their lawns. They were all
much younger with small children and I knew nothing about them nor did
they know me or Lillian when she was alive. All they knew about me was that
my lawn was an eyesore.
I walked into the kitchen, holding the note and put the coffee cup and
dish in the sink and looked out the window at the backyard. The grass was
waist high and the flower garden that Lillian had spent so much time withbefore her illness was so overgrown with weeds that no flowers could be
seen. The small patio where we used to sit in the sun was now littered with
leaves, broken branches and twigs from the maple tree by the side fence that
shaded us from the late afternoon sun. I couldnt remember the last time I
sat out there.
I do remember sitting on the patio earlier in Lillians illness, admiring the
flowers. I remember how she smiled when I mowed the grass and weeded the
flower beds for her, but then I stopped when it was clear she didnt
remember she even had a garden. Now after two years of neglect it was a
mess.
Theyre right. I should do something but Ive been too busy, I thought,
suddenly feeling disgusted for ignoring the grass and other things. How
could I let Lillians garden get so ugly? Shed be so upset if she saw this
mess. I sighed again. I wish I werent so lazy, I said out loud looking at the
tall grass in the back yard.
I glanced around the kitchen at the large pile of mail on one of the
kitchen chairs and several other piles on the table--none of it personal, all of
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it catalogues of various sizes filled with merchandise ranging from clothing to
swanky looking furniture. They covered the rear of the kitchen table and
were piled high on the floor along the wall, over a hundred of them.
I have to admit I often enjoyed glancing through the catalogues while I ate
because it took my mind off of the emptiness of eating alone. I had separated them
from the bank statements, telephone and electric bills and the invoices from the
hospital and doctors. I always put the bills in a pile and then thumbed through
the catalogues. It was the pharmacy bills that upset me the most because in
spite of my insurance I still owed them over twelve thousand dollars for
drugs that did no good and then the nurses that came to the house and
hospice. Once a month when the pharmacy statement came I called theinsurance company to question the billing but after being told my call was
being monitored for quality control and to hold for the next available
representative and listening to the music they were playing and then be told
how important my call was to them for the fifth time, Id either hang up or
get disconnected. I knew it was impossible to pay them the small fortune I
still owed, so each month Id wrap the bills in a rubber band and when the
next statement came I would call again hoping that one of these days Id get
to talk to someone.
Looking at the catalogues and remembering how nicely Lillian kept the
kitchen only made me feel worse. I felt stuck. What can I do? I have to do
something. I have to get my act together, I said out loud. I put the note
down on the counter and went to the pantry, got down another can of
chicken noodle soup and opened it with the white can opener weve had for
years. Im so busy with my correspondence I dont have time to mow the
grass. I shook my head and closed my eyes again. This is horrible. I need
help.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. Thats the doorbell, I said, startled by the
strange sound. I couldnt remember the last time I heard the doorbell. I have
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to admit, I wasnt sure what to do but then I heard the chimes again and got
up and walked into the dining room. Glancing out the front window, I saw a
small blue pick up truck. When I opened the front door, there stood a smiling
young woman.
Hi, I see your yard is in trouble, she said, pointing to her truck. Im a
gardener and I do landscaping.
I glanced at the truck and saw the rakes, shovels and the top of a lawn
mowerthen looked back at her, surprised to have someone come to the door,
someone other than the mailman. Still stunned, I looked at the small woman
with long dark curly hair standing in the doorway wearing a red tank topthat revealed her stomach and slender waist, faded jeans, a green baseball
cap worn slightly to the side and dangling silver earrings. I noticed her brown
eyes, dark olive colored skin and could not help but notice her breasts
straining the tank top.
Yes, I guess you could say my yard is in trouble, I responded, moving
my eyes away from her breasts to the tall grass that covered the front yard.
Hey, youre Dr. Horowitz. I took your Shakespeare course about eight or
nine years ago. I loved it, she said, smiling at me.
Yes. Im Dr. Horowitz and I used to teach Shakespeare, I said,
surprised that she was a former student.
Oh wow! This is so cool, she said, shaking her head.
Whats so cool? I asked, repeating the word cool, feeling odd saying a
word I never used.
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This. Being here, remembering. Oh, wow! This is so amazing! She looked
into my eyes. I couldnt wait to come to your class. Your class was my favorite
by far. She paused. Im Emma Langley.
I looked at her, bewildered by her excitement. You do look a little
familiar, I finally said, studying her face. But Ive had so many students. Im
not sure I remember you.
I came to your office a few times with questions. I loved your
interpretation of the sonnets. You just opened them up. I never liked
Shakespeare before your class. It was really special, she said.
Well, thank you Emma. A teacher always likes to hear that kind of
response, I said, noticing Emmas brown eyes sparkle as she spoke. I looked at
her, still surprised that she was there and how enthusiastic she was about my
teaching, especially after just getting such a horrible insulting note.
So, Emma, youre doing landscaping now, I said looking at her and then
glancing at the truck.
Yeah, just starting out--thats my friend, Joshs truck. I just moved back
here a few days ago from California and I have to do something to make some
money. Im broke!
Right, I said looking down at her petite body. She must have been about
five two and Im five-eight but I felt much taller than her. Well, lets talk
about this job. Take a look and tell me what you think.
Emma turned and stepped onto the brick path and surveyed the waist
high grass that covered ever inch of the front yard. Walking along the front
of the house, she moved the grass aside. Wow, theres an Azalea bush in
back of the grass, she said, turning to me in the doorway.
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Yes, my wife loved Azaleas, I said
Emma looked up at me and nodded, Ok, let me see the backyard, she
asked.
She died eight months ago and Ive been too busy to keep up with the
lawn, I said, opening the door wider, inviting her to come in.
Well, sounds like you need me, she said, smiling at me. And I certainly
need the work. Sorry to hear about your wife. You must miss her.
I do, I said, nodding then quickly continued, The backyard is a mess,
too, so come, Ill show you, I said, closing the door and leading her through
the dining room to the kitchen.
Yeah, I loved your class, Dr. Horowitz and was going to take the second
half the next semester but I was having a hard time and dropped out and
went to California. I love to read but was always afraid of Shakespeare, she
added as we walked into the kitchen. But you made it all make sense. And Iremember how beautifully you read the poetry. I loved it. You were so
passionate, she said, looking at me, smiling. I never forgot your classes.
Thank you, Emma, I responded, noticing again how her brown eyes
sparkled when she said that. Its nice to hear that, I added, enjoying her
flattering compliments and her radiant energy as she spoke.
When we entered the kitchen and headed to the back door, Emma
stopped and looked around, Looks like you like catalogues, she said, glancing
at the piles on the kitchen table and floor.
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Not really, I said feeling embarrassed. But they come in the mail and I
just like to look at them when Im eating.
She looked up me and then back at the catalogues. Scrunching up her
eyes, she frowned at me, Why? Its such a waste of paper and getting people
to buy things they dont need. Theyre disgusting, she said, shaking her head,
all those trees.
Youre quite opinionated, arent you, I said, stunned by her blunt
reaction to the catalogues.
Yes, I am. I say what I think, thats for sure, she said looking at methen back at the catalogues.
Well, I hope you will keep some of your thoughts to yourself when you
see the backyard, I said, glancing at the letter on my counter. Ive already
heard my neighbors thoughts about the front.
I opened the backdoor and we stepped out onto the patio. My
goodness, she said, looking out at the tall brown grass, the broken branchesand piles of dried leaves all over the patio. She glanced at me then stepped
into the yard, pushing the grass aside, trampling it as she walked over to the
side fence, slapping her arm at an insect as she moved the tall grass aside
with her hands.
Hey! There are all kinds of flowers here being choked out, she yelled,
frowning as she looked back at me, shaking her head in disbelief. She walked
along the brick edging buried in the grass then turned after reaching the
rear of the yard, brushing aside the tall grass. She continued walking, looking
down, stopping to get a better look at what was being smothered. A few
times, she got down on her knees, pushing the grass aside, studying what she
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was seeing, while I stood watching her, wondering what she was thinking and
enjoying how intensely she was looking at everything.
I was fascinated by her and it felt strange, but refreshing to watch this
pretty young woman wading through the tall grass back to the patio. Standing
next to me, she turned to look back at the yard then took a deep breath and
looked at me.
It could be very beautiful here, she finally said.
Really, you think so? I responded looking at the wild tall grass.
It will take a lot of work, but I can do it, if you want me to, she
paused, looking up at me. I love to garden and I worked on a small farm in
California.
How much will it cost? I asked. I just have social security and my
retirement from the university. My savings all went to pay for Lillians illness.
I dont know how much it will cost. Its a big job and I will be chargingyou by the hour, she said, biting her lower lip, as she looked out the grass. I
was going to charge fifteen an hour but let me think about it, she added.
Well, Emma, I have to get it cleaned up. I dont have a choice. I want
you to do it. I paused, looking at her and could see she was thinking. Her
eyes were closed and she continued biting her lower lip.
!Im not a good business person, she said, shaking her head, looking at
me. Damn this is hard. I hate dealing with money.
Why is it hard? Charge me what you want. You need money and I need
my yard taken care of. Its pretty simple, I said.
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Can I have something to drink? Emma asked.
Sure what do you want? I was surprised at her request. Do you want
water? Ive got some ginger ale, milk, opps, no the milk is sour. I threw it out
yesterday.
Waters cool, Emma said.
When we went back into the kitchen, I walked to the cabinet, got a glass
then went to the sink and let the water run before filling up the glass. I
glanced out the kitchen window at the backyard and wondered what it wouldlook like when the job was finished. While I was lost in my thinking, the
water spilt over the edge of the glass. I turned off the spigot and emptied
some of the water from the over flowing glass then picked up a coffee mug
from the dish drainer and poured myself some water.
Here, Emma, I said, handing her the glass.
Thanks, she said, lifting her glass up to click my mug. LChaim, she saidand smiled.
!LChaim, I repeated, chuckling, surprised at hearing her say that but
didnt say anything.
After taking a big gulp of water, Emma put the glass down on the
counter, looked at me then looked around the kitchen.
This could be a really nice kitchen with a little paint and sprucing up,
she said.
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I glanced around the kitchen too, remembering how Lillian had kept it so
neat and how she was always making soup, baking bread, canning tomatoes or
making jars of strawberry jam from the pick-it-your-self farm we went to
every July.
!A nice yellow would brighten it up, Emma said. It could be really
sweet.
Guess so. I just dont have the time or energy after working all day on
the computer, I said, looking around at the walls.
What kind of work? Emma asked. Are you writing a book orsomething?
No, Im not writing a book, I said. Its hard to describe what I do. Its
mostly correspondence with different businesses. I get a lot of offers from
various corporations and agencies and I spend a lot of time keeping up with
all the details.
I see, Emma said.
Maybe one day I will write a book but right now, its all I can do to
keep up with my correspondence, I said.
Say, I have an idea, she said. How about when I finish with the outside
work, I clean your house and maybe paint some of the rooms, how about it,
Dr. Horowitz?
I looked around the kitchen again and then back at Emma. Good idea, I
said, nodding. Let me think about it.
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Emma looked at me but didnt say anything. I could see she was thinking
about something, studying my face, squinting slightly. I wondered what she
was thinking but didnt want to interrupt her thoughts. She nodded as if she
knew what she wanted to say and was forming her words, getting ready to
speak.
I bet you were a good looking guy when you were younger, she said. I
mean, youre still not bad looking but you must have had lots of women after
you before you got married.
I chuckled, shaking my head, not having expected what she said. Thank
you, Emma but youre wrong. I didnt have lots of women chasing after me. Iwas pretty socially awkward, very shy and didnt date much.
Really, well, I remember when I took your Shakespeare class and
listening to you read the sonnets I thought you looked handsome. Your hair
was just getting grey and your beard, well its still just as shaggy as it was
then except its greyer now.
Well, thats very flattering. I never thought of myself as particularlyhandsome, I said, surprised.
Im embarrassed to say this now, but I think I had a crush on you, she
said, looking at me and then closing her eyes, took a deep breath.
Really, I said, surprised. I had no idea.
How could you? I was just one of your students. You didnt even know
me. Thats why I came to your office. I wanted you to notice me, but obviously
you didnt. She shrugged her shoulders. You were kind of oblivious.
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Just then the phone rang and I raised my finger, Excuse me a moment,
I said, walking towards the phone on the wall. Who could that be? I asked
myself turning back to Emma and shrugged.
!Hello, I said, looking into the other room, Oh, hello Stanley. How are
you?
!I glanced over at Emma walking around the kitchen, looking at
everything, running her fingers over the counter.
No, I havent made up my mind about the reverse mortgage idea. Not
yet, anyway. Ive got a lot on my plate, these days, I said, watching Emmatouching the shelves, pushing the white curtains on the window aside, looking
at Lillians old green shirt still hanging on a hook by the side door, glancing at
the old photographs on the refrigerator, leaning forward to look closer. Emma
then stopped at the kitchen table, picked up one of the catalogues, thumbed
through the glossy pages, looked up at me and put her fingers on her nose,
holding it as if to keep a horrible odor away and formed the words phew on
her lips. She shook her head at me in disbelief.
Listen, Stanley, I have company now. I cant really talk now but please
check back in a few weeks and well see where we are. Thanks for calling, I
said, watching Emma toss the catalogue back on the pile.
When I hung up I walked to the table where Emma was standing. Sorry
for the interruption. Thats one of the business deals I am considering--
reverse mortgage. I get so many calls these days, its driving me crazy.
I dont believe you have all these stupid catalogues, Emma said, glancing
at the piles on the table and on the floor. You must have over a hundred
catalogues. She shook her head. Yuck!
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They come in the mail every day, I said looking at the pile.
That guy Stanley, the reverse mortgage guy--did you respond to
something on the internet? she asked and I could tell she was thinking, her
eyes narrowing as she looked at me.
Yes, I answered, feeling a need to explain, A and G Mortgages had 4.5
percent mortgages and because of my financial situation, I thought it would
be wise to investigate refinancing.
I see. I bet this is why you get all these catalogues too. Theyre from
all the goddamn spam on the internet, she said.
Spam, what do you mean spam? I asked.
Are you serious? You dont know what spam is? she asked and I could
see her eye brows rise, her eyes widening, looking at me in disbelief.
Isnt it a breakfast food that comes in a can? I answered.
No, but its just as bad for you, she said. Tell me, Dr. Horowitz, is this
how you spend your days reading spam?
There are some really good opportunities offered and in todays
economy and with my financial situation, I have to be looking for ways to save
money and maybe even make money. My social security and pension arent
enough and now I owe thousands of dollars, I said, wondering why I was
defending myself.
Emma took a deep breath, looked at me then said, I dont know why Im
doing this, but listen up. Ill do your yards, back and front for ten dollars an
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hour and if you want, Ill clean and snazzy up your house with paint and
some other things on one condition.
Really, and what is the one condition? I asked.
You stop dealing with all these spam ads and do something real. I cant
believe you are a spam addict, she said, shaking her head in disapproval.
Spam addict! Im not a spam addict. Im just working at making ends
meet and there are so many good opportunities. Im not a spam addict. Im
very prudent and I look for good opportunities, I said, feeling cornered.
Bullshit! Emma said. I told you I say what I think and if you will
excuse my big mouth, Dr. Horowitz, you are really in a bad way. Youre
screwed up.
!Screwed up, I said, stunned at her words, Screwed up! Im not screwed
up. I admit my grass needs cutting and Ive let things go around the house,
but that doesnt mean Im screwed up.
Youve tuned out, she said.
Screwed up, tuned out! What the hell are you talking about? What do
you mean Im tuned out? We just met a half hour ago. You dont have any
right to talk to me like this. Im not screwed up! I said, feeling my heart
pounding, my body tensing, my throat getting dry.
Looks like I touched a nerve, she said.
Who do you think you are? I asked looking into her eyes, alarmed that
I was having this heated discussion with someone I barely knew.
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Im a gift, she said.
A gift, I responded, confused.
Yes, a gift, she said. You will see what I mean if you hire me to do
your yard and you accept my one condition.
This is crazy. I dont believe this is happening, I said, shaking my head,
looking at her, feeling completely baffled by what was happening.
So, do we have a deal? she asked.
Let me get this straight. You will come here and cut all the grass and
make these rooms snazzy. Is that what you said--for ten dollars an hour? Is
that the deal? I asked.
Yeah, but you have to give up the spam and do something real, she
said.
Something real, like what? I asked, still feeling I was being cornered.
Thats up to you--just no spam, she said.
!Okay, I guess. I just dont know what Ill do, I said
Youll find out. I know you will, she said.
Sighing deeply, I looked at her, shaking my head from side to side,
baffled by our conversation.
Emma smiled at me, reaching out her hand. Lets shake hands, she said.
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I hesitated as she held out her hand but then took it and felt her firm
grip. I could feel her strength as she squeezed my hand. I looked at her
brown eyes, her long dark curly hair coming from under the baseball cap, the
dangling earrings, her smile, the dimples that formed, her breasts straining
against the tank top. Shes pretty, I thought as we shook hands. It was a lot
to absorb as I tried to comprehend her offer, her telling me she was a gift
and all that she said about the spam.
Suddenly, she stood up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. She held
my hand when she did that and I felt her warm lips.
I was surprised by her spontaneous kiss and gasped. She didnt say aword and acted as if the kiss was a natural thing for her to do. She then let
go of my hand and looked up at me. I have to go but I will be here in the
morning to start work. Ill be here at eight on the dot, she said then went to
the sink, rinsed out her glass and put it on the drain board.
I watched her quick movements, noticed her snug jeans, her red tank top
with one strap hanging off of her shoulder and felt her youthful energy as
she turned to smile at me. A feeling of surprise still lingered from her kiss onthe cheek.
See you tomorrow, she said, walking towards the front room. I followed
her, glancing out the window at the tall grass, when she suddenly stopped
and turned to face me. Can I call you Peter instead of Dr. Horowitz?
Yes, of course, sure, I answered.
She then continued walking to the front door and opened it. I stood in
back of her. Remember, no spam.
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Okay, no spam, I said, with a nod before closing the door behind her. I
went to the dining room window and watched Emma walking to the truck. She
walked quickly down the brick path looking at the tall grass. She then
stopped, kneeled down to pick the grey puff ball remains of a dandelion,
raised it to her mouth and blew, her breath causing the grey fluff to float in
the air like a bubble from a bubble pipe. She watched for a second and then
continued to the sidewalk. With a final glance at the tall grass, she got to
the truck, turned and saw me at the window then with a wave and a smile
she hopped into her truck and drove off.