Marlin's Faith: The Virtues Book II (28 page)

She looked me over and licked her lips, but remained silent, the wheels in her head turning.

“C’mon downstairs and get something to eat.”

“Find the fish?” I asked.

“Right in the icebox, fresh catch?”

“Yeah, Johnny caught it this morning.”

“Sweet.”

Faith remained silent, and let me lead her downstairs, right behind Bobby. We went out back, where he had the grill and a picnic table with chairs around it. Faith asked what she could do to help and Bobby asked her to set places. Satisfied that she could pitch in, she moved wraith like between the kitchen and the outdoors, setting a nice spread. She made a salad without being asked and looked like she was going to have a heart attack until Bobby thanked her, assuring her he wasn’t pissed about it. Jesus, a little over a fuckin’ day in that shithole and it was like she was right back to square one.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asked me softly, as she stood to clear plates. I helped her out and Bobby watched us, leaned way back in his seat, beer perched on top of his thigh. He took a pull off it and raised his eyebrows at me.

“Taking you to Dr. Sheindland in the morning for an appointment,” I stopped her, and put the plates in her hands back down atop the table, drawing her in close to me. I was cheating here, and I knew it, asking her in front of Bobby, but Faith was ever polite, and wouldn’t disagree or make a fuss in front of another person. “Think you can do me a favor?”

She looked up at me quizzically, and raised her eyebrows. I smiled, and took it for what it was, an invitation to get on with it.

“Let her prescribe you something,” I pulled her hand from my waist and raised it to my mouth, kissing her palm, “You don’t have to take it, unless you really need it, but let it at least be an option. No one’s gonna force you to take something you don’t want to.”

She looked away from me and away from Bobby, aquamarine eyes distant as she stared sightless in the direction of the groves. She didn’t look at all happy, so it surprised me when she reluctantly nodded.

“I don’t think I can do it on my own anymore without help, I just don’t want to be addicted to anything ever again,” she sniffed and I nodded, pulling her in and holding her close.

Bobby got up, and went inside silently, after we traded looks over the top of Faith’s head. He took the plates along with him, and a second later you could hear the water running in the kitchen. I sighed out and held Faith tight who was going through this internal struggle the likes neither Bobby, nor I, could even begin to fathom. This trip back to NOLA had scrambled her system hard, set her back something fierce, and I don’t think she could even put a finger on exactly why that was.

We ended the evening on the porch, Bobby and me with beers in hand, Faith with a tall glass of sweet iced tea. I brought my guitar out and wondered idly where she’d put her iPod. I hadn’t seen it for a couple of days. I played idly for a while, nothing in particular, keeping to music on the soothing end of the spectrum while we relaxed and watched the stars come out. Faith and I traded a knowing look, and with a smile, I obliged her and played
Hope Never Dies
for her again. She closed her eyes, and some of the tension and stress eased out of her.

Tomorrow I would take her up to her Doctor, and see if the grand old dame would call in a script for her so I could pick it up while she was in her session. I’d go pick that up, and the other supplies I would need to see if I could make life a little better for my girl for a minute. It’d been way easier than I expected to get Faith to agree to take something, which meant that she was in rough shape on the inside. I had to hand it to her; she was pretty much the mistress of hiding it. Of course, she’d had to be and she’d had long practice.

Some wise old Chinese fucker had once said, ‘The journey of a thousand miles begins with but a single step.’ He wasn’t wrong, it was just, with times like these, and all the seeming stumbling blocks in place, these first steps were all up hill. Here was to hoping the universe would see fit to mellow the fuck out where Faith was concerned and let her remember what it was to breathe again. Fuck knows, I would do whatever
I
could to see that happen.

Chapter 36

Faith

My session with Dr. Sheindland had gone well that morning, and when I’d come out, Marlin had been waiting for me, and had pretty much whisked me right back to Bobby’s orange grove. It was hot, so I’d changed back into my dress and at Marlin’s urging had brought out my iPod to listen to while I took a walk.

He had opted to stay behind and help Bobby with a more permanent fix to the air conditioning unit attached to the house. I listened to Ashes & Embers and strolled for
hours
. I had taken one of the antidepressants and one of the antianxiety pills that Dr. Sheindland had prescribed for me when we’d gotten back to the house. She was right, I didn’t
have
to take them forever, and there really was nothing worse than heroin when it came to kicking a drug habit and I had already done that well enough. I’d already been through the worst anyone could go through, and I felt stronger, validated somehow when she’d said that if I could survive what I had already been through, then I could, quite literally, survive
anything.

I felt a little less awkward, more put together, and it helped that I heard from my sister. Marlin had insisted I carry my cell phone with me when I walked, as much for safety as to get used to owning one, and when it rang, I had answered it to a collect call from the Jefferson Parrish Jail.

“Hope?”

“Hey Bubbles, sorry it took me so long to call.”

“Never mind that, are you okay?”

“Yeah, the food sucks, these bitches…” my sister paused, “Both in uniform and jumpsuits ain’t got nothin’ on me and my court date is in a week and a half. The lawyer the boys sprang for is worth the money, believe me. I would have had to wait here a couple of months otherwise. How are you doing?”

We talked, I told her I saw the doctor that morning and that I was taking some medicine and she, surprisingly, made approving noises over that. She told me to call Charity in the next couple of days, and said that our youngest sister had opted to stay behind at school to get a jump on her studies through spring break, to get herself graduated that much sooner so she could come down here to be with us.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked.

“By the time she gets down there, I’ll be back and so will the rest of the guys. There won’t be anything to worry about, Bubs, trust me. Char is in a work study program, if we had her come down now, it’d screw that up, but sis, you need to call her more. It’s freaking her out and tearing her up that you don’t talk to her when you guys used to be so close.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Hey, no, this isn’t me tellin’ you off or getting mad, Faith, believe me, I really do get it.”

We lapsed into silence and I nodded, realized my sister couldn’t see it, heaved a sigh, and told her, “I’ll try to call her soon.”

“That’s my girl, listen, I have to go, but if you need anything or want me to call, just call Cutter and he’ll tell me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you, Bubbles.”

“Back at you, Buttercup.”

“Talk to you soon, Sis.”

“Okay.”

We ended the call, and I felt marginally better. Hope had sounded unfazed by the happenings, and that made me feel, well, hope that things would actually be okay. My sister didn’t know it, but I had so much of my namesake in her. She could do anything, just look at me. I’d believed she would find me, and she did. I may have lost my faith that she would in some of my darker days, but Hope came through. This was no different; she would come through and come home.

I stopped and looked up into the bright blue skies that matched Marlin’s eyes to near perfection and had to smile. This was home. I hadn’t felt a sense of home in a very long time. It was nice to have that again. I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was nice to be able to
breathe
again. I had a long ways to go to be completely free, but for one of the first times I felt like I was on the right path, and not only that, I felt like I could make it and the feeling wasn’t
fleeting.

I decided to wander back to the house. Marlin and Bobby should be done with the air conditioner by now, and I was fairly certain that they could both do with something to eat. I know I could.

As I entered the front yard, my suspicions about Marlin being through with the work were correct. He stood barefoot on the porch, hair dripping onto his bare shoulders from a fresh shower. He wore only a pair of faded, work worn jeans and I felt a throb of desire, a deep ache of appreciation that stopped me in my tracks so that I could simply drink the sight of him in. He pulled a hair elastic off his wrist and pulled his hair into a short man bun, catching the ends of his hair in the elastic to create a loop. It wasn’t something I’d ever seen him do, and I had to admit, the look suited him.

He caught sight of me standing at the edge of the grove and his smile lit him up from the inside out. It was so startling, I had to turn and look just to be sure it was
me
that elicited the reaction, but of course I was out here alone, and it was only me he was looking at. It made me blush, and butterflies took off in my stomach, rising in a cloud and tickling the inside of my ribs, causing my heart to stutter in a giggle. Joy flooded my veins, more addictive, and better than any synthetic drug and my feet carried me forward even as my mind mourned not being able to capture this moment for a little longer.

I gathered the long skirt of my maxi dress in my free hand, my other occupied with my phone and little iPod. Marlin reached out and popped the earbud out of my one ear, and took the items from my hand, twisting to set them in reach on one of the porch railings.

“Hey, Baby Girl. Have a good walk?”

“I think so,” I said smiling, and it felt natural, the smile.

“Good, c’mere, there’s something I want to do for you.” He took my hands in his and led me over to a rocking chair he’d brought out from inside the house. “Sit for me,” he murmured and trusting him, I did. He knelt and slipped off my sandals one at a time and I looked at him quizzically.

“Don’t go anywhere for me, I’ll be right back.” Marlin straightened and disappeared back into the house, the screen door banging in its frame. I looked out over the peaceful and idyllic scene of the trees rustling lightly in the breeze and I relaxed, leaning back in the chair. The screen door opening up brought my attention back around, Marlin stepping out of the portal with an honest to god foot bath between his large hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked, laughing.

“You trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you’ll see.”

He set it at my feet and ran the cord to an outdoor socket, flipping back its cover to plug it in. He returned and lifted my skirt, tucking it between my knees to preserve my modesty before lifting first one foot then the other into the bath. I watched him curiously, this big, strong, man on his knees at my feet. The water was warm and when he switched on the bath, the smell of lavender and eucalyptus wafted up to me.

“Where did you even get this thing?”

“Drugstore while you were in with your doctor, now sit back, relax and let me take care of you.”

“Why?”

He flashed me a roguish smile, “Because I love you, and it makes me happy.”

His frankness stole my breath away, and his words made it slow to return. I watched in rapt fascination as he went back into the house, returning with a couple of bags of items, taking his time to rifle through them. He brought out nail polish remover and cotton balls first, and laid a towel over the top of one of his thighs; he brought out one of my feet and took care to strip the chipped and flaking polish off of each toe.

I blinked, and couldn’t believe it. This powerful man’s man, fisherman, biker, fighter… was giving me a pedicure. His hands were rough against my skin, but so gentle with how he handled me. At one point I heard laughter, and turned to see some of Bobby’s workers standing by and watching. A couple of them called out to Marlin, mocking, but he ignored them, holding me fast when I tried to pull away. He captured my gaze with his and something passed between us. He didn’t care, not one bit, about them or anyone else who had an opinion. I found myself becoming strangely emotional. Something I couldn’t quite define, something that had no name but didn’t feel bad; quite the opposite actually.

I was suffused with a warm, tingling, golden glow. I felt loved, cared for and cherished. He was amazing in so many ways and I found my hands shaking lightly with how fiercely I wanted to pull his mouth to mine and show him just how much this grand gesture meant to me.

He took his time and extraordinary care, clipping, filing, and buffing the nails. He did everything exactly right and I found myself blurting through one of the tenderest massages I’d ever received, “Where did you learn how to do this?”

“Looked it up on YouTube yesterday while you were napping.”

“YouTube?” I asked incredulously.

“That’s right,” he wasn’t looking at me, he was paying close attention to what he was doing, rubbing small circles with his thumbs, pressing with just the right amount, into my shin to either side of the bone, fingers gliding effortlessly in the lotion and oil he applied to my skin.

I found myself going limp, submitting to the sublime relaxing sensations he wrought with his fingers along first one leg, then the other; paying special attention to either foot. I was a melting puddle of bliss in the old wooden rocking chair by the time he was using a bit of alcohol on a cotton ball to cleanse the nails of any residual oil or lotion. Apparently this was full service and he really didn’t care what anyone thought. Several workers had taken up working in the nearby trees, and quite a few of them were staring unabashedly.

“Marlin…”

“Fuck them, they want to say anything I’ll gladly realign their jaws for ‘em. This is about me and you, nobody else’s business but ours, Baby Girl.” He punctuated his statement with a crisp look in my direction and by cracking open a bottle of clear basecoat, studiously and carefully starting in on painting the nail on one of my big toes while my heart swelled with love for him, and with gratitude.