Getting to Happy (49 page)

“That I do,” he says.

“Are you all planning to cut a rug this evening?” Savannah asks.

“We’re just excited we could be here for this important occasion. We feel blessed to be alive and have so much to be thankful for. We can’t stay long, but we’re ready to hit the dance floor as soon as they play something we can dance to.”

Robin is nodding and smiling from ear to ear. Instead of the simple black, slinky dress she told everybody she was wearing, she’s draped in a sequined explosion of every color you could find on a Las Vegas showgirl.

“Is that dress new?” Bernadine asks her.

“Girl, Michael bought this for me. He helped me pick it out. I’m on a shopping diet.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gloria asks.

“It means I’m not buying anything I don’t need. Until I get a job.”

“How many hours has it been so far?” Savannah asks.

“Sixteen
days,
and it’s killing me. I won’t lie. They’re having a twice-yearly sale at Nordstrom’s starting tomorrow but guess who’s not going?” She points to her chest.

“I didn’t mean to say that,” Savannah says.

“Yes you did. It’s just you being you, Savannah. Can I get anybody a drink?” Robin stands tall. Gets her bag. She isn’t the least bit upset.

All three women shake their heads no.

“Well, times have sure changed,” she says. “I would love a glass of chardonnay. I’ll be right back.”

Before she makes it to the bar, Robin can’t believe it when she sees Lucille all gussied up and sporting a new hairstyle. There’s Norman, sitting next to an elderly woman in a wheelchair. And Fernando! “Well, hello there to all my ex-coworkers! How’s everybody doing? Lucille, you look wonderful! Retirement is certainly agreeing with you! And thanks again for the tickets.”

“You’re quite welcome. I wanted you to meet Hank, but his sciatic nerve flared up so he’s at home icing away. Your dress is just gorgeous, Robin.”

“It
is
working for you, lady,” Fernando says. “Hey, what’s that on your left hand?”

“An engagement ring.”

“You mean you’re getting married?” he asks.

“That’s what it usually means, Fernando!”

“Well, congratulations!” Lucille says.

“So where are you hiding him?” Fernando asks.

“At home. It’s a girls’ night.”

“That’s just super,” Norman says. “Robin, I’d like you to meet my mother, Mary. She can’t hear, so there’s no need to say anything.”

Robin smiles and waves.

“And this is Lupe,” Fernando says. “Remember the ex-con and amateur golfer?”

“The infamous Lupe?”

“Yes, ma’am. I didn’t take your advice, though. Instead of a job, I opted for barber school. Fernando, too.”

“Well, this is just great. It’s so nice to see you guys. And everybody doing so well. It really is. Are you holding up okay, Norm?”

“I’m great. I’m not going to Costa Rica. Sold my land. I’m doing lots of gardening and taking care of my mother. If all goes well, I hope to see you back here next year. The music is super and the people are very kind.”

Robin gives them a thumbs-up. Changes her mind about the wine. She heads back to the table. “I’ll have what you guys are having.” She looks at her friends and smiles.

They people-watch and enjoy the mellow jazz. It’ll be a while before the DJ starts playing dance music. The band members are coming to the stage. They look to be in their late fifties. The drummer taps his snare. As soon as they begin to play “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” both of the elderly gentlemen stand up, pull their wives’ chairs out and take them by the hand. “We’re going to dance a little,” one of them says. The women are smiling as if this is their prom night. “And then we’re going to head on home. It was very nice to have met you all.”

“Don’t you want to stay for dinner?” Gloria asks.

“We always eat before we come to this type of affair. We also have a long drive ahead of us.”

“Where are you headed?” Savannah asks.

“Tucson. We live in a senior facility down there.”

“What’s the name of it?” Robin asks.

“Fiesta Village,” one says.

“Do you know Pearl Stokes?”

“Of course we do!” one of the women says, holding her husband’s hand tight. “We were at her birthday party earlier this summer. We had the time of our lives. Are you Robin?”

“I am!”

“She talks about you and a different bird . . . oh . . .”

“Sparrow,” the other woman says. “All the time. We’ll be sure to give her your love and tell her how nice you looked.”

“Thank you,” Robin says.

The four of them wave goodbye and head for the dance floor.

“We should be so lucky,” Savannah says.

“Excuse me,” Bernadine says to Gloria. She’s staring at her left hand. “Where’s your wedding ring?”

Gloria points to the diamond pendant around her neck. “Right here.”

“That’s nice,” Bernadine says.

The other women nod in agreement. They know what a big deal this is. What they don’t know is that for the first time in almost nine months, Gloria has started sleeping in her own bed. That she has taken down all the pictures of Marvin except the one of him fishing and another of the two of them sitting by the pool, reading the newspaper. Tarik took it. Gloria stored the others with her keepsakes.

“Speaking of jewelry, where did you get those earrings, Robin?” Savannah asks.

“I made them.”

“Don’t make any more,” Bernadine says.

“I have to agree,” Gloria says. “Let your daughter make the jewelry.”

“They don’t look like they move even though they dangle,” Bernadine says.

“Is that blood on your neck?” Savannah asks.

“Damn it! Sparrow told me to use those little round silver things but I couldn’t get them on.” She takes them off and slips them into her purse.

“I hope this isn’t your new hobby,” Gloria says.

“You know what I just remembered, you guys? I used to have a real hobby.”

“Used to doesn’t count,” Bernadine says. “We’re trying to live in the present and leave the past where it belongs. But what was it?”

“I used to make pottery.”

“Good pottery or that fucked-up-looking pottery?” Savannah asks.

“It was the fucked-up kind. My mom and dad used to display it in parts of the house where company never went. I still enjoyed doing it. It wasn’t like I was trying to get it in Target or anything.”

The music stops. A balding black man stands at the podium and taps on the microphone, looks out at the audience. He is pleased all the tables are full. He begins what will be a long list of awards and speeches. How much money they raised for the Katrina victims and that they should be proud. The women will listen and applaud as dinner is being served.

Savannah is excited when she recognizes the chicken breast she was expecting. Gloria says yes to the roast beef, but passes on the gravy. They smile at three limp carrots with a lonely asparagus tip asleep on top. On the other side of the plate is a small island of white rice. Neither Savannah nor Gloria will touch it. Their goal is to avoid eating anything white. When dessert arrives, they push the coconut cake to the side. The only person who eats it is Robin. She can afford to.

“I’m going back to school. To get my teaching credentials,” Robin says matter-of-factly.

Everybody looks stunned, then happy.

“This is the best news I’ve heard since you told us you were getting married,” Savannah says.

“When did you decide to do this?” Gloria asks.

“In Napa. On a train. During a massage. When I was eating eggs Benedict. When I was meditating! After going online and looking at all the great teaching opportunities. I can picture myself in a classroom. I really can.”

“I’m proud of you, Robin,” Bernadine says. “Make that two of us going back to school. I just enrolled in a one-year program at the Culinary Institute.”

“Oh, shit, I forgot! Michael stole the tasting menu from our hotel restaurant. His buddy’s going to get one from that French Laundry for you, too.”

“Thanks for thinking of me, honey. And thank Michael for stealing for his soon-to-be sister-in-law.”

“So finish what you were saying,” Robin says.

“Before I open another restaurant, this time I intend to do it up right. I hope it’ll be the talk of Phoenix. I’m going to learn how to prepare all the dishes I love so they not only taste good but are good for you.”

“I’ll do a show about you and your restaurant whenever you open it.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m getting a new format. It could be called a talk show.”

“Hallelujah,” Robin says. “It’s about time.”

“The station’s sending me to New Orleans in a few weeks. I’m going to interview some folks to find out how they’re managing.”

“Isn’t Casper down there?” Bernadine asks.

“
Jasper.
Yes, he is.”

“Didn’t you kind of like him a little bit?” Robin asks.

“I think he’s nice.”

“Are you going to go out with him again?” Gloria asks.

“I think so.”

“Don’t think too hard or you’ll talk yourself out of feeling it. Remember, every relationship starts with a date,” Robin says.

“That’s not always true,” Savannah says.

“Just give him some the next time you see him so you can get that out of the way. Then decide if you want to take it to the next level.”

“I kind of agree with Robin,” Bernadine says. “You better get it while the getting’s good. What do you have to lose at this point?”

“I agree with you both,” Gloria says.

“This is how I ended up marrying Isaac. I’m not making the same mistake twice. I just want to have some fun.”

“You don’t think having sex is fun?”

“Shut up, Robin.”

“I hope to do it again one day,” Bernadine says.

“You couldn’t possibly be talking about sex,” Savannah says.

“That, too. Maybe meeting someone. Possibly dating again.”

The women look like they’ve seen a ghost.

“What did they put in the water when you were at rehab?” Robin asks. “Whatever it was, I hope you brought some home.”

“I’m not dead. I’ve been frozen for a while. As you guys can tell, I’m thawing out.”

“This is fan-fucking-tabulous,” Savannah says. “You keep on doing those poses and meditating your behind off. Hey! Remember when you talked about having one of those progressive dinners or something?”

“I do.”

“Why don’t you start planning one?”

“You can have the first course at my house,” Gloria says.

“We all know somebody that nobody knows, so let’s invite some new somebodies and expand our circle of friends. Not just men.”

“Bernie, does he have to know how to meditate and do yoga?”

“Go to hell, Robin.”

“I thought you and John were getting kind of close again,” Gloria says.

“He’s like an old friend I happened to be married to a long time ago. He’s definitely been there for me. Question, ladies: When and where’s the next Blockbuster Night?”

They all look at one another.

Gloria raises her hand. “Two weeks.”

“What movie?” Robin asks.

“Well, since our bootleg days are over and we’ve seen all the latest . . .” Savannah says. “Did anybody ever see
Monsoon Wedding
? It’s hilarious.”

“You’ve already seen it?” Gloria asks.

“I could watch it again. Easy.”

“And keep your mouth shut during the movie?” Bernadine says.

“I promise.”

“I’ll control the remote,” Gloria says. “Let’s give ourselves a half hour, forty-five minutes to an hour tops, to catch up and weigh in, so to speak.”

“Rent it,” Robin says. “Speaking of weddings. I know you guys have been dying to know: Michael and I have decided to get married in Vail.”

“Vail?” Bernadine says. “Colorado?”

“That’s where I think it is,” Robin says. She makes a face.

“I thought you wanted to get married in Tucson so your mom could come,” Savannah says like it’s a protest.

“Without my dad being here, she didn’t think she could handle it. She asked if I could just send her pictures. I know she’s happy for me. She’s getting older, you guys.”

“Looks like I have to buy a ski outfit,” Bernadine says. “I’m not getting on anybody’s skis. That much I can tell you.”

“I will,” Savannah says.

“I’d try it,” Gloria says.

“I didn’t say we were getting married on a ski run, you guys. Damn.”

After coffee, the band finally starts playing R&B from the ’70s and ’80s and a few from the ’90s but doesn’t quite make it to the new millennium. No one seems to care. The dance floor becomes a menagerie of jerky as well as smooth swirling hips. Men who could once cut up are now glad they still have rhythm. Women are flirting with their dance partners. Bernadine, Robin, Gloria and Savannah watch while moving their shoulders to the beat.

“Even though I wanted to, I’m glad I didn’t go to Paris,” Robin says as if she’s talking to herself. “I think we should all go on a cruise.”

“I don’t like cruises,” Savannah says.

“I’ve never been on one,” Gloria says. “Why don’t you like cruises, Savannah?”

“Don’t even get me started. First of all, they make you claustrophobic just knowing you can’t get off even if you want to. The hallways are too narrow, and when that ship rocks, you rock, too. I threw up twice when I went with Mama and Sheila. The rooms are like closets, and if you can afford a window, what can you see besides water? I don’t like all those ice sculptures and those corny stage shows and those slot machines that never pay off, not to mention those expensive-ass watered-down drinks and all that heart attack food and kids running around screaming and splashing you with water and—”