Thursday, November 22nd, 2012 -- late evening
It was a holiday tradition. Well, the entire day had been a holiday tradition, but it was the mid-evening turkey coma that had overtaken the Daniels household which seemed so very familiar. Family members were scattered all throughout the household, the quiet rumble of lazy conversation drifting along.
Jackie was in the kitchen along with her Mama, drying the dishes from dinner. They were chattering idly about nothing in particular when the muted sound of Johnny Cash?s ?Ring of Fire? caused Jackie to come to a sudden halt. The plate in hand and towel were placed quickly but carefully onto the counter. ?That?s my phone, Mama.?
Before Mama Daniels even had a chance to ask who would be calling Jackie at this time on Thanksgiving the baby daughter Daniels was already on the move pulling her cellphone from the pocket of her sundress. She didn?t even have to look at the caller ID to know who was calling her. That was Ben?s ringtone.
She was out the kitchen door to the stone patio behind the house. The weathered phone was flipped open to halt the chiming tone and lifted to her ear where she exhaled a giddy yet whispered greeting. ?Sweetheart, I wasn?t expectin? you to call this early. Figured I had a couple more hours, not that I?m complainin? at all.? A little laugh followed, so excitable that she almost sounded out of breath. ?How?s yer non-Thanksgivin? Thanksgivin???
There was no reply. For a moment it didn?t sound like there was anything on the other side of the line, but once Jackie stopped pacing long enough to really listen she could hear the faint sound of rubbing fabric. After a short while longer Jackie realized it must have been a pocket dial.
?This is why flip phones are better.? The words were mumbled jokingly into the phone and right when Jackie was ready to draw the cellphone from her ear to hang up, that?s when she heard a familiar voice on the other end. It sounded miles away, surrounded by echo, but she would know Ben?s voice anywhere.
?C?mon, c?mooon.? It sounded like he was talking to someone, playfully coercing them into something or another. Muffled music could be barely heard in the background. Footsteps, the echo was still there and it was interrupted by the rattling slam of metal against metal followed two rounds of laughter. One came from Ben, except it wasn?t his usual low reserved laugh, that one so often paired with a gentle lopsided smile. It was something much more animated, loud and careless. It was joined by the bubbly giggle of a female. ?I don?t know, Harry.? Her words said ?no?, but her tone was obviously teasing and only playing at hard to get.
The air in Jackie?s lungs escaped her all at once and it felt as chilled leaving her as it did going in. Everything about her went still aside from the minor tick-tock shake of her head side to side in disbelief. ?No, Harry. No.? She knew the pleading was useless. She could still hear the scratch of fabric from the phone nestled in a pocket while Harry moved.
There was another slam of a metal door, a faint click, everything the pair were mumbling back and forth was still bouncing about in an echo. The pieces slowly started to fall together and that was when Jackie realized where the call was coming from. It had to be the bathroom of some lowly bar, some dive. Harry?s favorite. Where the booze and women were both cheap.
Jackie knew she should have hung up, but she was horrorstruck into place, unable to process anything aside from smacking and dulled groans of what she could only assume was Harry and some flavor of the night making out.
?Hang up, hang up, hang up.? Jackie was quietly coaching herself but it was like a car wreck. Something so horrible and damaging yet it was impossible to stop giving it all of your attention. Her chanting was interrupted by a sharp shift of the phone. Something was happening, a flurry of movement following and the clicking of heels. It sounded like clothing was being moved, removed? A form slamming against metal, a moment of silence, then a female releasing a sharp moan of surprise and pleasure. It tittered off into giggles, Harry?s name being repeated breathlessly, and the familiar heavy breathing of not-Ben mingled with groans.
The phone slipped from Jackie?s hand, hitting the ground with a crack but she barely even noticed. She felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach. Like she wanted to vomit into nearby bushes before sinking to the ground in a defeated pile of tears. She wanted to get into her truck and drive back to RhyDin so she could hunt down Harry and wring his neck. She wanted to do so many things, but she couldn?t move. She stared ahead of her into the darkness at absolutely nothing.
It wasn?t clear how much time had passed before the familiar creak of the kitchen door broke the silence followed by Mama Daniels voice. ?Jackie Lee Daniels, what are you doin?, child? You been out here too long an? you don?t even have a coat on. You get yourself in here an? help me finish up the dishes.?
Jackie had heard her Mama, but it took a few moments longer before she could actually force herself to lean down and pick up her phone. It was flipped shut as she went, cutting off the call that seemed to still be going. She stood in place a little while longer to pull herself together, to hide the hurt from her expression the best she could.
Once she felt satisfied, Jackie turned on her heels and made a slow march back towards the kitchen door where her Mama was still waiting expectantly. Mama Daniels was a wise woman, especially when it came to her children and Jackie was barely in the light of the porch before Missus Daniels piped up. ?Who called you, Jackie?? The question masking the much more important ?whose hide do I have to tan??.
Jackie only answered with a shake of her head, forcing a smile into place even though it only made her urge to cry that much stronger. ?Jus? a wrong number, Mama.?
It was a holiday tradition. Well, the entire day had been a holiday tradition, but it was the mid-evening turkey coma that had overtaken the Daniels household which seemed so very familiar. Family members were scattered all throughout the household, the quiet rumble of lazy conversation drifting along.
Jackie was in the kitchen along with her Mama, drying the dishes from dinner. They were chattering idly about nothing in particular when the muted sound of Johnny Cash?s ?Ring of Fire? caused Jackie to come to a sudden halt. The plate in hand and towel were placed quickly but carefully onto the counter. ?That?s my phone, Mama.?
Before Mama Daniels even had a chance to ask who would be calling Jackie at this time on Thanksgiving the baby daughter Daniels was already on the move pulling her cellphone from the pocket of her sundress. She didn?t even have to look at the caller ID to know who was calling her. That was Ben?s ringtone.
She was out the kitchen door to the stone patio behind the house. The weathered phone was flipped open to halt the chiming tone and lifted to her ear where she exhaled a giddy yet whispered greeting. ?Sweetheart, I wasn?t expectin? you to call this early. Figured I had a couple more hours, not that I?m complainin? at all.? A little laugh followed, so excitable that she almost sounded out of breath. ?How?s yer non-Thanksgivin? Thanksgivin???
There was no reply. For a moment it didn?t sound like there was anything on the other side of the line, but once Jackie stopped pacing long enough to really listen she could hear the faint sound of rubbing fabric. After a short while longer Jackie realized it must have been a pocket dial.
?This is why flip phones are better.? The words were mumbled jokingly into the phone and right when Jackie was ready to draw the cellphone from her ear to hang up, that?s when she heard a familiar voice on the other end. It sounded miles away, surrounded by echo, but she would know Ben?s voice anywhere.
?C?mon, c?mooon.? It sounded like he was talking to someone, playfully coercing them into something or another. Muffled music could be barely heard in the background. Footsteps, the echo was still there and it was interrupted by the rattling slam of metal against metal followed two rounds of laughter. One came from Ben, except it wasn?t his usual low reserved laugh, that one so often paired with a gentle lopsided smile. It was something much more animated, loud and careless. It was joined by the bubbly giggle of a female. ?I don?t know, Harry.? Her words said ?no?, but her tone was obviously teasing and only playing at hard to get.
The air in Jackie?s lungs escaped her all at once and it felt as chilled leaving her as it did going in. Everything about her went still aside from the minor tick-tock shake of her head side to side in disbelief. ?No, Harry. No.? She knew the pleading was useless. She could still hear the scratch of fabric from the phone nestled in a pocket while Harry moved.
There was another slam of a metal door, a faint click, everything the pair were mumbling back and forth was still bouncing about in an echo. The pieces slowly started to fall together and that was when Jackie realized where the call was coming from. It had to be the bathroom of some lowly bar, some dive. Harry?s favorite. Where the booze and women were both cheap.
Jackie knew she should have hung up, but she was horrorstruck into place, unable to process anything aside from smacking and dulled groans of what she could only assume was Harry and some flavor of the night making out.
?Hang up, hang up, hang up.? Jackie was quietly coaching herself but it was like a car wreck. Something so horrible and damaging yet it was impossible to stop giving it all of your attention. Her chanting was interrupted by a sharp shift of the phone. Something was happening, a flurry of movement following and the clicking of heels. It sounded like clothing was being moved, removed? A form slamming against metal, a moment of silence, then a female releasing a sharp moan of surprise and pleasure. It tittered off into giggles, Harry?s name being repeated breathlessly, and the familiar heavy breathing of not-Ben mingled with groans.
The phone slipped from Jackie?s hand, hitting the ground with a crack but she barely even noticed. She felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach. Like she wanted to vomit into nearby bushes before sinking to the ground in a defeated pile of tears. She wanted to get into her truck and drive back to RhyDin so she could hunt down Harry and wring his neck. She wanted to do so many things, but she couldn?t move. She stared ahead of her into the darkness at absolutely nothing.
It wasn?t clear how much time had passed before the familiar creak of the kitchen door broke the silence followed by Mama Daniels voice. ?Jackie Lee Daniels, what are you doin?, child? You been out here too long an? you don?t even have a coat on. You get yourself in here an? help me finish up the dishes.?
Jackie had heard her Mama, but it took a few moments longer before she could actually force herself to lean down and pick up her phone. It was flipped shut as she went, cutting off the call that seemed to still be going. She stood in place a little while longer to pull herself together, to hide the hurt from her expression the best she could.
Once she felt satisfied, Jackie turned on her heels and made a slow march back towards the kitchen door where her Mama was still waiting expectantly. Mama Daniels was a wise woman, especially when it came to her children and Jackie was barely in the light of the porch before Missus Daniels piped up. ?Who called you, Jackie?? The question masking the much more important ?whose hide do I have to tan??.
Jackie only answered with a shake of her head, forcing a smile into place even though it only made her urge to cry that much stronger. ?Jus? a wrong number, Mama.?