Somebody Else’s Sky: Something in the Way, 2 Page 13

  “Cool.” He pointed above my apartment. “I’m there. 2B.”

  “My girlfriend and I are the place below you,” I said as we shook hands.

  Gary and I took the entertainment center into the apartment. Tiffany walked in with a shopping bag as we were hooking up the TV.

  “Finally,” she said. “Now I don’t have to strain my neck to watch Melrose Place.”

  I got off the carpet, brushing off my hands on my jeans. She came over to kiss me, slipping me the tongue even though I’d told her lots of times how much I hated public displays of affection. “It looks nice,” she said about the unit. “Those windows are cool. Did you boys have fun?”

  “Sure did,” Gary said. “Where’ve you been?”

  “Work.” She dropped the word like an anvil and set a Nordstrom bag on the breakfast bar. “I bought myself a present.”

  “Tiff,” I said, not bothering to hide my irritation. “In case you haven’t noticed, we don’t have a lot of disposable income.”

  “You don’t,” she corrected.

  “Neither of us do. Just because our rent is covered doesn’t mean we’re off the hook. If you have extra cash, you should be giving it to your dad.”

  She waved me off. “I know, but it’s almost my one-year anniversary.”

  “A year of what?” I asked.

  “Working at Nordstrom.” She dug through the tissue and lifted a black, ruffled bra up to her chest. “What do you guys think?”

  Gary’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Wow.”

  “You like it?” she asked, smiling with one corner of her mouth. “Babe?”

  “All right, you made your point.” I’d pissed her off with the money comment. If I was picturing her in the bra, so was Gary, and she knew it. “Put it away.”

  She leaned over to Gary. “He gets jealous.”

  I did not get jealous, not really. I just didn’t want to make Gary uncomfortable, and I sure as hell didn’t invite anyone into my sex life.

  Gary’s pager beeped. “I’d better take off,” he said after checking it. “Lydia’s making me dinner tonight.”

  “How’s it going with her?” Tiffany asked.

  Gary shrugged. “Fine.”

  She rolled her eyes, dropping the lingerie back into the bag. “What do you two even talk about when you’re together? Neither of you ever answer my questions with more than one word.”

  I shook his hand. “You up to help with a coffee table?” I asked. “We could make it look like a dinghy, then top it with glass.”

  “I’m in,” Gary said.

  “Next week, then. Unless I get that job.”

  “Job?” Tiffany asked once Gary had left.

  “I might get on a crew,” I said. “No guarantee.”

  “Well, that’s good,” she said. “That’ll be at least a few months of work, right?”

  I went to the fridge for another beer. “I’d be replacing someone and coming in at the end. A couple weeks, maybe three.”

  Tiffany followed me out of the kitchen to the couch. “Then what?”

  She’d been bringing up the job thing more and more lately, and I didn’t blame her, but that didn’t mean I wanted to talk about it. “Keep looking.”

  “What if you don’t find anything? You need something steady.”

  “You got an idea?” I asked, gesturing at her with the remote. “I’m all ears.”

  “Can’t you go see a headhunter or whatever?” she asked. “A recruiter?”

  “I might, if I were cut out for a desk job. Or even if I thought anyone was open to hiring ex-cons.”

  “You don’t know until you try. Maybe you’d like working in an office. It’d be better than sitting on your ass all day.”

  “I don’t do that, and you know it,” I said. “I’m at the garage half the week. Word of mouth is everything in my industry. I have guys recommending me for jobs, but it takes time.”

  “We can’t mooch off my dad forever,” she said.

  “You think I don’t know that?” I sat up too quickly, spilling some beer on my shirt. There was nowhere to fucking put it without a coffee table. “I’m the one who’s been saying that since day one.”

  “Well, he’s on my case. He wants to know what we’re doing. I swear, he can be so fucking annoying. He still makes me drive Lake sometimes. I don’t understand why she doesn’t get her stupid license. Between the two of you, I feel like a chauffeur.”

  I grabbed for my cigarettes. Lake had been taking driving lessons and had failed the driver’s test twice. Everyone had been surprised, considering she aced everything else. I was glad. I hated to think of her taking off whenever she wanted, driving to see boys, to parties, to college . . .

  At the same time, it made me wonder what was going on with her.

  “As long as he contributes to our rent, we don’t have much choice, do we?” I pointed out.

  “No, that’s why you need a job. So I can get away from him.” She sighed heavily. “For the millionth time, can you please not smoke in here? My dad will be so pissed if he doesn’t get his deposit back.”

  I didn’t even realize I’d lit a cigarette. “Sorry,” I muttered. “Just a few drags while I watch the news, and then I have to get in the shower.”

  “Shower? Why? Are you going somewhere?”

  I raised my eyebrows at her. “We have Lake’s thing at the school.”

  She groaned, flopping onto the arm of the couch. “I forgot. Let’s skip it.”

  I shook my head. “We said we’d be there.”

  “So? She won’t care.” She winked. “I can model my new purchases for you.”

  I got up, put my cigarette out under the faucet, and headed for our bedroom. “Maybe when we get home.”

  “Why is it,” she started, “when I make us reservations or invite you to come out with my friends or ask you to meet me at the movies, you always forget, every single time. Yet this you remember? Lake’s stupid honor roll ceremony?”

  I turned around in the living room. Tonight wasn’t some run-of-the-mill event. Lake had made Principal’s Honor Roll with a GPA over 4.0, and on top of that, she was the school’s Student of the Month for April. I wasn’t going to miss it, even if I had to go alone. “It’s a family obligation,” I told her. “We can’t afford to piss off your parents.”

  “Really?” she asked, watching me closely. She sounded more curious than angry. “Is that all it is?”

  We stared each other down. I’d been careful these past couple months. Lake and I were never alone. I barely looked at her, let alone spoke to her. Maybe Tiffany had caught me staring. I did that, sometimes, without realizing it. “Of course that’s all,” I said and disappeared into the bedroom, a pit of guilt forming in my stomach, because it wasn’t true.

  That wasn’t all it was. Not by a long shot.

  12

  Manning

  For Lake’s honor roll ceremony, I wore the nicest things I owned—slacks, a dress shirt and tie, and a light cashmere pullover. They were all gifts from Cathy, who shopped often and slipped us things without Charles knowing. It bugged the hell out of me to take more charity from Tiffany’s parents, except in cases like this, where I wanted to look nice. I’d even gotten a real haircut at a legit barber for the first time since before prison.

  I drove us to the high school, parked, and put the keys in my pocket. While Tiffany led the way to the auditorium, I looked around the campus where Lake spent most of her days. If Maddy were still alive, she’d have been eighteen this year. I would’ve done things like this with her, helped with college applications, quizzed her for final exams, watched her receive honors. She would’ve. She was smart, driven, and creative. She’d wanted to do something artistic, but even if she’d tried to get out of going to college, I would’ve made her do it.

  The Kaplans stood outside the auditorium. My eyes went straight to Lake’s profile as she spoke to her father. She was changing before my eyes, subtle things I doubted anyone else even noticed. I
did. There were more freckles on her nose than she’d had months ago. Her hair fell longer down her back. It made her look younger when we were all just hanging around the house, but sometimes, like tonight, she wore it up in a twisty thing and could pass for early twenties. It made my gut smart each time it hit me—she was getting older every day, living a life that didn’t include me.

  I’d learned through dinner conversation that she’d been in a school play while I was inside, and since I’d gotten out, she’d been taking drama and improv classes. I could see the difference in her personality. She still didn’t seek the spotlight, but she was more self-assured than she’d been when we’d met. It was a quiet confidence I could sit and watch for minutes at a time without even realizing it, and that was dangerous.

  “How long will this take?” Tiffany asked as we approached her family.

  Everyone turned to us. “This is a big honor for your sister,” Charles said. “She’s Student of the Month and number three in her entire graduating class.”

  I met Lake’s eyes, trying to convey how proud I was with a look. She smiled back. Wrapped up in her, it took me a moment to feel Charles’s eyes on me. Quickly, I looked at Tiffany, my go-to whenever I was caught staring at Lake.

  Tiffany put an arm around Lake. “Congrats, little sis,” she said and whispered something in her ear—a long, seemingly detailed message that made Lake’s eyes go huge and her cheeks flush.

  What was it about? Not me, I guessed, since both girls started to giggle. They didn’t often have moments like this, but it always threw me when they did. I was used to them bickering.

  Tiffany returned to my side, and everyone looked at me. “Congratulations.” I cleared my throat. “You should be so—proud.” My heart tightened into a ball as I said it. I knew how hard she’d worked. How smart she was. How much she wanted to impress her dad.

  “We all are,” Charles said, kissing her on top of the head. “It isn’t number one, but it’s certainly still impressive.”

  Lake glanced at me and then the ground. Why was she embarrassed? Because she wasn’t number one? In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be the man who announced in front of everyone that she was number one in my eyes.

  “Cut her some slack,” Tiffany said. “Senior year is supposed to be fun.”

  “You’ve had enough fun for the entire family,” he retorted.

  Tiffany flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Can we go in? It’s hot out here.”

  Tiffany’s dad hurt her when he spoke like that, but she didn’t show it. At least, not the way most people would. Tiffany’s emotions surfaced in other ways. As we walked into the auditorium, I put a hand on her upper back to comfort her.

  Lake looked away. “We’re in the front row,” she said and waved to where other students had gathered. We took our seats right under the stage, me at one end, next to Tiffany, Charles and Cathy at the other, with Lake in the middle.

  After a short speech, the vice principal called each honor roll student to the stage to shake hands and get a photograph taken.

  “Lake Kaplan,” he announced. She stood, her strappy, loose dress flowing around her legs as she walked by me. She had red marks on her knees and thighs where she’d crossed her legs. I was tempted to reach out and smooth away that redness until it was white again. To tuck the strands of her hair that’d come loose back where they were supposed to go. She climbed the steps at one side of the stage and uncurled her fists to accept a certificate. Behind the podium, a row of students had formed.

  All at once, I felt Tiffany’s glare. “Do you always look at seventeen-year-old girls that way?” she asked.

  She’d said it softly, but not so softly that her parents might not hear. I leaned into her and whispered, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “You’re practically drooling.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s your sister.”

  Tiffany narrowed her eyes. “I wasn’t talking about Lake.”

  I swallowed down my irritation. It wouldn’t do an ounce of good to make a scene here. Fact was, Lake was the most conservatively dressed of all the girls, and if I hadn’t been so distracted, I probably would’ve looked at them. Thin and beautiful, they stood in a row as the vice principal spoke about their accomplishments, California beach girls with tans, mile-long legs, and golden hair, even though we were still a couple months from summer.

  Why had it been Lake who’d captured my attention that day on the site and hadn’t let it go since? I was grateful I didn’t see these other girls and feel stirred the way I did for Lake, but at that moment, I wished it was anyone but her. I wished I’d never fucking met her.

  I just didn’t wish it enough to walk away for good.

  After the ceremony, in the parking lot, Charles announced, “We’re going to dinner to celebrate.”

  Even Cathy looked surprised. “We are?”

  “Manning and I have plans,” Tiffany said, even though we didn’t.

  “Cancel them. This is important.”

  “Oh, let them go,” Cathy said. “Lake makes honor roll and student of the month every year. It’s not as if it’s her first time.”

  “I made reservations at the Ritz-Carlton in Dana Point,” Charles said.

  The girls gasped. “Really?” Tiffany asked. “It’s so fancy.”

  “I’m aware.” He smiled a little. “Lake’s worked hard this year. I just want us all to take a night to recognize that.”

  “We recognize it every day,” Tiffany said, but when her mom eyed her, she added, “but I guess tonight’s a big deal.”

  “How come I didn’t know about this?” Cathy asked.

  “It was last minute. The hotel manager is an old friend and squeezed us in.” He put his arm around Lake and nodded at me. “You two’ll meet us there? Tiffany knows the way.”

  As we got in the car, Tiffany sighed. “I don’t want to go.”

  “We have to,” I said as I pulled onto Highway One.

  I expected a rebuttal but got silence instead, which meant she was genuinely upset. I kept my left hand on the wheel and massaged her neck with my right. Touching her was becoming normal, automatic. I wasn’t all that affectionate by nature, but Tiffany loved when I was. When she wasn’t feeling well, a small touch went a long way. “Why don’t you want to go?”

  “I’m tired. It was a long day at work. I just want to go home and be with you.”

  “All right.” I slowed for a stoplight. “What’s the real reason?”

  She looked over at me a few moments, then curled into the seat to face me, nuzzling my hand. “It’s just like a constant barrage.”

  “What is?”

  “All of it. I never made the regular honor roll, forget the principal one. Never had the grades to even apply to USC. Every time my parents make a huge deal of Lake’s success, it just feels like they’re pointing out everything I didn’t do.”

  “You know they’re not,” I said. “They’re just proud of Lake and they aren’t thinking about how it might make you feel.”

  “That’s almost worse,” she said. “It’s like I’m not even there.”

  The light changed. I squeezed her shoulder and took my hand back to steer. “They’re just caught up in the moment. Your dad’s wanted this for so long.”

  “Another assistant manager position opened up this week,” she admitted. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but . . .”

  “Why not?”

  “I didn’t want you to be disappointed if I didn’t get it.”

  “I wouldn’t be disappointed as long as you tried. I bet there are a lot of people at the store who don’t even have the guts to do that.”

  “Well, I might be one of them.” She sat up straighter. “I mean, why should I bother? They didn’t give it to me before, even though I’m one of the top salespeople in my department. They want to promote people who’re more qualified on paper so they can keep moving them up into corporate positions. It’s bullshit.”

  I glance
d over. “You’re one of the top salespeople? How come you never mentioned that?”

  She shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like much compared to USC.”

  “Your department’s got a lot of people in it,” I said, switching lanes. “Not only that, but it’s not a small thing to be good at sales. People pay a lot of money to master a skill like that.”

  “It is hard,” she agreed, talking faster, “but I wouldn’t call it a skill. You just ask people about themselves and learn enough about the product to make it sound like you know what you’re talking about, and before you know it, the credit card is out.”

  “Tiffany, taking people’s money is a skill, believe me.” I flipped on the blinker. “Could you imagine me selling anyone anything like that?”

  Her laugh lightened the mood in the car. “I mean, there’s even more to it than that, I was just being sarcastic.” She gestured out the windshield at nothing. “Like, when I find the right outfit for someone’s weird body type, it feels like . . .”

  “An accomplishment?” I asked.

  “Yes! It feels good.”

  Hearing the excitement in her voice caught me off guard. She rarely got worked up about her job, and her bad mood began to make a little more sense. If she said any of this to her dad, he’d probably undermine her achievement. “I’m taking you out to celebrate,” I said.

  “Celebrate what?” she asked. “I don’t even know if I’ll get the job.”

  “The salesperson thing. I’m telling you, it’s a big deal. Especially somewhere as big as Nordstrom.”

  I didn’t have to look over to sense her smiling. “Listen to this. There’re people in the corporate office who get paid to shop. They travel around to designers and pick out the clothes and accessories we carry.”

  “Sounds perfect for you.”

  “I know, but I’d need a degree.”

  I wanted to finish my twelve credits, but I couldn’t afford it, not right now. Tiffany might be able to qualify for a loan, though. “Maybe you could enroll somewhere in the fall. Not to make your dad happy, but because you want the promotion. Because you one day want to be that person who . . . shops for a living, Lord help us all.”