Where Yesterday Lives (32 page)

“Ellen,” Mike moaned. “I can tell you right now I don’t have a game that day. But I don’t even know the people getting married. Why don’t you go and use the time to catch up with some of your coworkers?”

Ellen could feel her anger rising. “Mike, this is a simple thing I’m asking you. I haven’t been feeling great about our marriage and it is very important that you accompany me to this wedding.”

They discussed it for weeks but in the end she attended the wedding alone and afterward came home and parked in their driveway. She sobbed angry tears for two hours before going in. Thankfully, Jake lived in another state because if she’d had somewhere else to go that night she would have gone.

There were other occasions after that. Concerts, get-togethers with friends. Mike would only go when Ellen badgered him. Even then he would let her know it was an effort.

She rolled over in her parents’ bed and thought again about Jake. In some ways, he and Mike were complete opposites. Jake had brought her flowers and given her jewelry and surprised her with picnics on the beach and walks through Magnus Park. With Jake, Ellen never had to wonder if she was loved.

But she did have to wonder about other things.

Suddenly she pictured the blond in the bathrobe. Yes, Jake
had been attentive, but he had also been dishonest and unfaithful. In the end she had been willing to let go of the romance in hopes of finding someone she could trust, someone with a love for God like she had known in those lonely days after leaving Jake.

Someone like Mike.

Mike did love her. He showed her in a dozen unique ways every day of their lives. He wrote songs for her and did the dishes when she was too tired to move after a day’s work. He was loyal and fun loving and utterly faithful.

She rolled over once more and pulled the pillow more tightly to her body
What is it, Lord? Why aren’t things like they were between us?

Again, no answer. Tears ran down Ellen’s cheeks. Sure, Mike made mistakes, but his faithfulness had to mean something. He must love her, and more than Jake ever had.

She closed her eyes and tried to believe it was true.

F
or the first time that week, curled up in the king-size bed where her father had spent every night for the past twenty-one years, Ellen slept soundly The room even smelled like him, and she fell asleep dreaming about being a small child, scurrying to her parents’ bed for protection during one of the fierce Midwestern thunderstorms.

Sometime later, she grew vaguely aware of someone standing over her, touching her face gently, pulling the covers up over her. The sense she had was one of safety and care, and she burrowed deeper into the pillow with a sigh.

She awoke the next morning to find her mother lying beside her.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Her mother’s smile was tender.

Ellen smiled in return. “Morning.” Then she stretched. “Sorry to take over your bed.”

Mom plumped her pillow and sat up against the headboard. “You were sleeping so soundly when I came in last night, I knew you needed the sleep. I just pulled the covers over you and left you there.”

Ellen glanced at the clock; it was still early It would be some time before Aaron was up, before the family members and relatives started calling. For a while she and her mother said nothing, staring at the ceiling, comfortable in the silence between them.

“I still can’t believe he’s gone,” her mother said finally She kept her gaze on the ceiling, talking more to herself than to
Ellen. “I wake up, ready to climb out of bed and make him coffee. Sometimes I even get halfway down the hall before I remember. Then it hits me. He’s gone and he’s not coming back.”

Ellen felt her gut twist with her mother’s words. She had been so busy that week, fighting with Jane, dealing with Aaron, angry at Mike…struggling with her feelings for Jake. It had almost been enough to make her forget why she was there. But the truth wouldn’t go away Not for long. She could ignore it, push it to the back of her mind, walk around it. But the fact remained. Her father was gone.

“I loved him, you know, Ellen. I wonder sometimes if I said that enough.”

“Oh, Mom, don’t be so hard on yourself.” Ellen rolled onto her side and faced her mother. “Of course you said it enough.”

“No, I don’t mean to your father. I told him every day. But I wonder if you kids knew how I felt.”

“We saw how you waited on him, if that’s what you mean.”

Mom shook her head. She turned onto her side and propped her head up on one hand. “That’s not what I mean at all. I waited on your father because I loved him. Because he would have done anything for me through the years.”

“We knew that. Otherwise you wouldn’t have treated him the way you did. Still, I always thought he could have been a little more helpful, to tell you the truth.” She paused. “It seemed like you had to do all the housework yourself. Especially after we girls were gone.” She shrugged. “But that didn’t change what was obvious about you and Dad. Everyone knew you loved each other.”

Her mother sighed. “I didn’t do that much, Ellen. Sure, I made him coffee and brought him a Diet Coke when he asked. I made dinner and did his laundry. But he did things that
couldn’t be counted or measured. He made a wonderful life for me. He made me laugh and made our marriage an adventure. Everything we ever did with you children was his idea.” She was quiet then and Ellen saw her lip quiver. “He made us a family Ellen.”

Ellen reached for her mother’s hand. Suddenly she knew she would always remember this moment with her mother. The thought brought a fresh pang of regret. If only they had shared more times like this over the years.

“We’re still a family.” Compassion swept her. “I guess that’s his legacy huh?”

Her mom looked unsure. “You children aren’t what you used to be, you’re not as fun loving and close. There was a time when you got along beautifully together.”

Ellen thought of Jake’s words and pursed her lips pensively. “I don’t know, Mom. I think we always fought. Even in the best of times.”

“Sure, but nothing serious. Nothing like you and Jane now.”

Ellen sighed. “I don’t like it anymore than you do. But every time we’re together she says something hateful. At least that’s how I see it.”

“I know. But couldn’t you at least talk to her, ask her what’s bothering her? She’s always been moody, but Ellen, even you must admit this just isn’t like her. It’s obvious something is very wrong.”

“I’ll try, Mom. I’ve been trying since I got here. But she’s been treating me different for a long time—long before Dad’s death.”

They were silent again. Finally Mom slipped out of bed, stood up, and stretched. She straightened her nightgown and checked her reflection in the mirror.

“I have more gray now, did you notice?”

“Not much. It’s flattering.”

“That’s what your father said. Sophisticated, he called it.” She took a deep breath and turned back to Ellen. “We’re going shopping this morning at ten so we can find something to wear to the funeral. You’re coming, aren’t you?”

“Of course. I’ll call Megan and make sure they’re up and getting ready.”

Mom looked pensive. “Ellen, have you talked to Mike?”

At Mike’s name, Ellen felt the heat rise in her face. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know I just sense that things aren’t great between you.”

Ellen sat up slowly and hugged her knees to her chest, leaving the bed sheet tucked around her. “We had a fight before I left.”

“Have you talked to him?” she asked gently.

“No. I’ve been too busy”

“You’ve had time to visit with friends.”

“Mom,” Ellen groaned. “I’m a grown woman. I can handle my marriage just fine, thank you.”

“I know. But I think it’s time you called him. You don’t even know when his plane’s coming in for the funeral.”

“I don’t even know if his plane’s coming.” Ellen instantly regretted making the statement.

Her mother raised an eyebrow. “Then it’s worse than I thought.” She waited a moment, appraising her oldest daughter carefully. “It’s true, you’re a grown woman, Ellen. You can make your own choices. But if you know what’s best for you, you’ll be on the phone sometime today patching things up.”

Ellen was silent.

“The years go by too quickly to waste them in silent prisons of hate.”

With that, she turned around and headed for the kitchen,
leaving Ellen speechless and overwhelmed. All her life she had thought her father to be the poetic one, the parent who could best relate to her creative side. But once in a while her mother would surprise her by coming up with something meaningful enough to be remembered for a lifetime.
Silent prisons of hate
.

Ellen peeled back the sheets, stood, and stretched. If only Mike had come with her in the first place. She wandered absently toward her father’s nightstand and opened the top drawer. Assorted pens and pencils, a calculator, and a couple of paperbacks. She shut it and pulled open the next drawer. Suddenly she caught her breath and stared. There was her father’s old Bible.

Fresh tears stung her eyes. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispered. “I knew you read the Word, but…I didn’t know you kept it here…so close.” She lifted it carefully from the drawer and ran her fingers over the worn leather cover. She traced his name, embossed in gold on the lower right corner. Holding his Bible made her feel nearer to her father than she had felt all week.

It also made her miss him more.

She opened it gingerly, wondering if he had written in the margins. Her eyes fell on the dedication page. “To my beloved John, on our first anniversary. Yours forever in love, Diane.” Ellen felt a stab of regret for all the times she had questioned her parents’ faith. She flipped gently through the text and saw that, indeed, he had written many notes alongside favorite verses. Her eyes fell on one that her father had highlighted and underlined: 1 Corinthians 10:12-13. “
So, if you think you are standing firm, he careful that you don’t fall! No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you he tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it
.”

Her father had drawn several asterisks near the verse and written his own comments. “
Hold fast to your faith. Temptation is a given; look for the way out! It is possible to fall!”
The words cut Ellen as deeply as if her father had been standing before her, saying them himself. She squeezed her eyes shut, and two tears fell onto the delicate paper. Dabbing at the page, she considered the message from her father—or her Father…? She was supposed to be looking for a way out, a way to withstand her temptations. Instead she’d been entertaining thoughts of Jake Sadler from the moment she’d boarded the plane to Michigan.

Oh,
Lord, help me stand up under it all
. She read the verses and her dad’s words again through blurry tear-filled eyes. She glanced at the nearby alarm clock. It wasn’t yet seven in Miami so Mike might still be home. She composed herself so that he wouldn’t know she’d been crying, then she picked up the phone and punched in the number. He answered on the second ring.

“Hello?”

She paused a moment. “Mike, it’s me.”

“Ellen.” There was something stiff and unyielding in his voice. He was probably angry with her for waiting so long to call. “I wondered whether you were going to call me this week.”

“Of course. I’ve just been busy”

“Are you okay? Is everyone getting along?”

“I’m fine, we’re all fine.” There was no need to get into it now. She could tell him the details later. “How’s work?”

“Busy, but great. They’ve got me working another couple games this weekend. They both have national attention.”

The hair on the back of Ellen’s neck bristled. “This weekend?”

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“The funeral’s this weekend, Mike. Saturday morning.”

He hesitated. “You told me you didn’t want me there. Right?…Wasn’t that you?”

Ellen released a loud huff. “That’s not what I meant and you know it! I was mad because you wouldn’t come for the whole week.”

“Well, I took you at your word, Ellen, and now I’m booked. It’s too late to change my plans.”

“I don’t believe this. You couldn’t possibly have thought I didn’t want you here for the funeral. I need you.”

“Look, Ellen. You told me you didn’t want me there. Then you didn’t call for almost a week. What was I supposed to think?”

Ellen was silent, furious with him. “I don’t know. But I think it’s pretty clear how much I mean to you if you can’t even take time from your schedule to attend my father’s funeral with me.”

“You told me you didn’t want me there,” he insisted angrily.

“But if you loved me you’d have come—no matter what—I was angry You know I didn’t mean what I said.”

“It’s too late now, Ellen. Lighten up.”

“Don’t tell me to lighten up.” Her voice was frigid. The sudden image of Jake sitting beside her on the shore of Mackinac Island flitted into her mind. “Forget it, Mike. I’ll have plenty of support.”

“Listen, Ellen, I’m sorry Don’t be so angry I’ve missed you all week and I can’t wait to see you. I even read my Bible last night. First time in a while.”

“Good for you.”

“Ellen, stop. I know this must be hard for you, but it would have been almost impossible to get the weekend off. Especially at this time of the year with the pennant race heating up.”

“What exactly do you think it means to be married, Mike?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“A pertinent one. Marriage should be more than a convenience, more than a body to warm your bed.” Ellen closed her eyes and her mind filled with the image of Jake. When she spoke again there was a catch in her voice.

“When you love someone you do whatever it takes to be by their side.” She was talking to Mike, but she knew deep inside she was describing Jake, the way he was now. “You stand by them and make yourself available when they need you.”

“Come on, Ellen—”

She cut him off. “No. I mean it, Mike. That’s what love’s all about. But that isn’t you at all. The pennant race is worth more than me.”