Chapter
4
When I came back into the
room, I noticed that it had been cleaned. The bed was made, the towels in the
bathroom were changed, the coffeepot was cleaned and there were clean cups and
more coffee next to the coffee maker. I turned on the T.V. and found an Italian
film on Bravo. It was called "Life is Beautiful" and Stacy and I saw
it when Danny was just a baby. As I settled on the bed next to him, the phone
rang. I let it ring about four times before picking it up.
"Hello?" I said.
"Che cosa sta accadendo,
ragazza? What's up, girl?" It was Stacy! She was half Italian and half
Puerto Rican and could speak both Italian and Spanish just like me. It was so
good to hear her voice.
"How's it going?" I
asked.
"Pretty good," she
replied,"how's my ragazzo piccolo bello?" Ragazzo piccolo bello means
"beautiful little boy" it was Stacy’s special nickname for Danny. I
looked at Danny who was still fast asleep.
"Addormentato," I
replied.
"Aww," cooed Stacy,
"so you and El Señor kicking it?" Ever since she found out that Howie
was back in my life, she called him, El Señor, what you would call a married
man with kids.
"El Señor is mad at me
right now."
"Oh no, what
happened?"
"He’s not happy with our
arrangement. You know, visitations and stuff."
"Se Howie non desidera
essere un uomo, dimenticarlo bene." She always spoke Italian when she got
ticked off. She basically told me that if Howie doesn't want to be a man, I
should just forget him.
"He's being a man, we
just go into an arguement, that's all." I didn’t want her to think Howie
wasn’t taking responsibility, because he was.
"What was the arguement
about?"
"We argued about whether
or not we should be married. He said we should because it’s the right thing to
do. But then I got him to admit that it might not be what he really wants. I
told him he didn’t have to marry me."
"You’re crazy, Maggie. Do
you know how many guys out there just divide and conquer and then go riding off
into the sunset? Your baby’s daddy wants to be just that…your baby’s
daddy!" This was both sides of Stacy’s heritage talking.
"He can still be my
baby’s daddy even if we’re not married."
"But he’s so fine,
besides!" I rolled my eyes. When I was in my last trimester, she admitted
that she always had a thing for Howie. She never made moves on him out of respect
for me. She tried to convince me to not shut him out. She said I was crazy to
let a ‘perfect male specimen’ like Howie get away. Then she threatened to
snatch him up if I didn’t reconcile with him. I told her to go ahead, but she
didn’t.
"He’s all yours," I
said, laughing.
"Promise?" she
teased. Just then, the call waiting sounded.
"I have another call,
hold on." I clicked over.
"Hello?"
"Maggie?" It was
Howie.
"Yes," I said
coldly.
"I forgot to tell you
what time I’ll pick up Danny. That is, if you still want me to take him to
Disney."
"Of course I do, he’s
looking forward to it."
"Is 9:00 okay?"
"That’s fine. Look I
gotta go. There’s a call on the other line."
"Okay, but Maggie, I just
wanted to apologize."
"You don’t have to
apologize," I couldn’t believe I said that.
"Anyway, we need to have
a serious talk about this. I mean, it’s Danny’s future we’re playing with
here."
"I promise we will, okay.
But I can’t leave Stacy hanging."
"So that’s why you’re
giving me the brush off," he said, laughing.
"Li vedró a nove in punto
quando venite ottenere Danny."
"En español o inglés, por
favor," he laughed some more.
"Nos vemos a las nueve
cuando vienes a recoger Danny, okay? I’ll see you at 9:00 when you come get
Danny." Howie laughed still some more.
"Tell Stacy I said
ciao," he said and then hung up. I clicked back over.
"Still there?"
"I was about to hang up.
Now who on earth could be more important than your ol’ girl?"
"Howie."
"Except Howie."
"He’s picking up Danny at
9:00 to take him to Disney World tomorrow."
"Aww! Loca, you just
don’t know how good you got it!"
"Anyway, what time will
you pick me up tomorrow?"
"How about 11:00? That
way we can get some lunch first."
"Sounds good."
"Arrivaderci, inamorata.
Take care of my boy," Stacy said.
"Arrivaderci,
sorella," I replied. I hung up the phone and watched the rest of the
movie. I’d seen it so many times on video that I could easily pick up where I
left off when Stacy called. When the movie was over, Danny woke up and told me
he was hungry. I called room service for dinner. We went to bed early. Tomorrow
was a big day for both of us. I was grateful that Danny didn’t ask why his
father wasn’t staying with us.
The next morning, I had Danny
dressed and ready by 8:30. At 9:00 sharp, the front desk called up and told me
Howie was waiting for me. When I took Danny downstairs, I saw Howie and the
bodyguard standing at the desk. Danny ran to Howie, who picked him up. Then he
looked at me.
"Don’t make any plans for
lunch tomorrow. I want to talk to you after we work out," he said.
"That’s fine. But can we
start a little later. Like, say, 8:00?"
"Okay," he laughed.
"Bye, Mama," said
Danny, blowing me a kiss.
"Bye, Boo, have a good
time."
"You, too," he said.
Howie, still holding Danny, walked to the entrance with the bodyguard. Before
going out, they turned and waved. I waved back.
I went to the coffee shop to
get breakfast. I sat at the counter and ordered some coffee and bagel with
cream cheese. When I got up to my room, I gathered all of the things I would
need for class. I hadn’t owned a leotard and tights in so long, so I was going
to wear my workout clothes. I hoped that was okay. I also didn’t have the right
shoes; all I had were my Reeboks. I changed into my light blue spandex shorts
and top. Then I panicked when I realized the top bared my belly. I looked in
the bathroom mirror to see if my stretchmarks were visible. I guess Howie was
right, I don’t have them. At least not that anyone would notice.
I walked over to the T.V. and
turned it on. Flipping through the channels, I found an exercise show. There
was barely enough room between the bed and the T.V. but I managed to do
everything the woman was doing. That workout was so easy, it insulted my
intelligence, but I went through it anyway. I turned off the T.V. and pulled my
hair up into a high ponytail. I spritzed the ponytail with spray gel so it
wouldn’t look frizzy. I checked my watch, it was 10:30, so I decided to go
downstairs and wait for Stacy. I put on my white nylon jogging pants and matching
jacket, grabbed my purse and went downstairs.
I stopped on the second floor
so I could buy a Gatorade in the gym. When I came in, Nicole was behind the
desk again, but she was too busy folding towels and talking to a coworker to
notice me. I slid a dollar into the machine and got the kind I wanted: Glacier
Ice. Nicole still didn’t notice me as I walked out.
When I got down to the lobby,
I went into the gift shop and looked at the magazines. I found a copy of
Dancemagazine and bought it. Hoping it would inspire me, I settled into a
stuffed lobby chair and began reading. I read an article about a woman in her
50’s who hadn’t danced in twenty years and is now getting back into it. ‘Well,
if she can do after twenty years, I most certainly can after three,’ I thought
to myself. I was so engrossed in the article when I heard a familiar voice.
"Ciao bella!" I
looked up and saw Stacy standing over me, looking beautiful as always. Her
long, straight black hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a very
low-backed red leotard with black nylon jogging pants and black Reeboks. She
had a leather backpack like Howie’s slung over her left shoulder. I stood up
and gave her a hug.
"You look cute," I
told her.
"Thanks, so do you."
"I hope it’s okay that I
don’t have a leotard, or the right shoes. And should I have put my hair into a
bun?"
"Relax, you look fine.
Besides, there are girls in the class that wear shorts and a t-shirt and dance
barefoot with their hair all loose. The class is pretty informal, it’s jazz,
not ballet."
Relieved, I grabbed my
Gatorade, purse and magazine and followed Stacy out to her car. We drove to
this vegetarian restaurant that Stacy and I used to eat at all the time while
we were in rehearsals for the Backstreet Boys’ ’98 tour. While we ate our lunch
she told me that, while my outfit was fine for class, I would need a pair of
soft leather jazz shoes for the audition. She promised to take me to Capezio
after class so I could buy some.
The warehouse that was now
used as a dance studio had the same dingy look it always had. Howie always
thought the place was depressing, but it held very fond memories for me. I did
some of my best dancing here. Stacy was right; it didn’t matter that I didn’t
have the right clothes, because there was no such thing as ‘the right clothes’.
Two girls were dressed in midriff-baring spandex tops like mine and shorts. One
of them was barefoot. I was relieved that my hair was okay, too. I hated
putting it in a bun because it never stayed. I saw a girl who, like me, had
long curly hair. She wore it down and kept having to blow it out of her face.
But that didn’t stop her from getting all the combinations on the first try.
The class was surprisingly
easy, even the bar work. I don’t know if it was the workout I had yesterday or
if I just never lost my ability to dance, but I was feeling pretty damn proud
of myself.
After class, Stacy and I went
to Capezio so I could buy the shoes I needed for my audition. Then we went out
for coffee and played catch-up some more. I liked spending time with Stacy; she
was so much fun to talk too. She provided me with some dancers’ gossip.
"Steve and Renee are back
on the road again, they’re with the touring company of Rent," she told me.
"What about Monica?"
I asked.
"They reconciled with
Renee’s parents and they agreed to take Monica for the six months they’ll be on
the road." I wondered if mine or Howie’s parents would agree to take Danny
for six months if I ever decided to go on tour again.
"Anyway, guess who I saw
last weekend, you’ll freak!" she squealed.
"Who?"
"Jaime Ortega!" she
said, looking disgusted. Jaime was a dancer on the ’98 tour. Well, he wasn’t
really a dancer. He lied on his résumé to get Fatima to hire him. The only
dancing he’d ever done was in front the bathroom mirror, it seemed. I was two
months pregnant with Danny when I heard the news that he’s been fired for
missing too many rehearsals. Fatima also checked his references and found out
most of them were fake. The reason it took so long for her to get around to
checking them was because they really needed guys. Jaime wasn’t a very good
dancer but he could fake it pretty well from the last row.
"What’s he up to?" I
asked.
"Well, I saw him in a
club. He was hitting on some girl and then got into her fight with her
boyfriend. Needless to say, I didn’t stay around long enough to have a friendly
chat," she giggled.
We finished our coffee and
then Stacy took me back to her hotel. She had to go to a fitting for a fashion
show she was going to be in on Sunday. She gave me two comps with two backstage
passes.
"You can decide which of
your two gorgeous guys you want to take," she teased. We had just pulled
up in front of the hotel. I gave her a hug as I got out of the car. Just as I
stepped out, I noticed Howie’s car pull up behind Stacy’s. She must have
noticed it, too, because she put her car in park and got out. Howie and the
bodyguard got out first, then Howie lifted Danny out of the car. Stacy made a
beeline toward Howie and Danny. Danny’s face lit up when he saw her.
"Stacy, ciao bella,"
he shouted. That was his favorite phrase in Italian and Stacy was the one who
taught it to him. She took him from Howie and bounced in her arms.
"Baci, mio ragazzo
piccolo bello," she gushed. He obliged her by kissing her cheek. Then
Stacy looked at Howie.
"Hey, dulce," she
said. She called everyone either dulce, Sweetie, inamorata or some other
endearment.
"Hey, Stace," he
said, smiling.
"Listen, I’m appearing in
the BCBG spring show. I gave Maggie two comps with backstage passes, if you’re
interested."
"Thanks, but I can’t go.
I have business to attend to," he said, with a look of regret.
"Oh right, Mr. Land
Owner," she teased. Howie owned his own property management company. His
company owned the building Pollyanna lived in and she was the property manager.
"Well, we can’t all be
gorgeous models," he teased back. Stacy gave him a dazzling smile. Was I
imagining it, or were these two checking each other out?
Just then a porter came out
and told Howie and Stacy they would have to move their cars because they were
blocking traffic. Stacy handed Danny to me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Bye inamorata," she
said. Then she kissed Howie on the cheek. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her. That hug seemed to last just a bit too long. Stacy got into her car
and drove off. Howie signaled for a valet to park his car.
"Mind if I come up with
you for a bit?" he asked.
"Not at all." We
entered the hotel followed by the bodyguard. Danny had fallen asleep on my
shoulder. While waiting for an elevator, Howie asked me about my day.
"Dance class went well.
Very well as a matter of fact," I told him.
"I knew you still had it.
So, did you and Stacy have a lot to talk about?"
"What do you think?"
I said. Howie laughed.
"She did all the talking
I bet."
"She did most of the
talking."
"Well, one thing that
girl does well is talk your ear off," he said, winking at me. An elevator
opened and we all stepped on.
"So, how was
Disney?" I asked.
"Cool," said the
bodyguard, "I love that place." Howie and I smiled at him. I didn’t
have the heart to tell the bodyguard that I wasn’t talking to him. We got to
our floor and parted ways with the bodyguard. When we entered my room, Danny
woke up and announced he was hungry.
"Hungry? Little Man you
ate non-stop all day!" said Howie.
"But I’m hungry now and
Mama says I’m growing," he whined. Howie took him from me and sat him down
on the bed. Then he turned to me.
"You heard the boy,
what’s there to eat?" he laughed. I went over to the mini bar and pulled
out two cokes and a diet coke and three Nutra-Grain bars. Howie took two bars
and two drinks and sat on the bed next to Danny.
"I suppose we could order
a pizza," I said.
"Coletti’s?" asked
Danny.
"No, Boo, not
Coletti’s," I said, messing his hair.
"But Coletti’s is the
best," he said. Howie’s eyes got big as he looked at me.
"Your family should put
this kid in their commercials," he laughed.
"I don’t know…"
"Why not? After all, he’s
got showbiz in his blood," Howie said, winking at me. I opened a dresser
drawer and took out the yellow pages.
"Put that away,"
said Howie taking his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. "I got this
great place on speed-dial. Their pizza’s just as good as Coletti’s." He
reached over and tweaked Danny’s nose. Danny giggled.
"But how do you know?
You’ve never had our pizza before," I said, putting the phone book away
and closing the drawer.
"Just humor me,
okay," he said as he pressed the speed-dial button. He waited for a minute
and then placed his order.
"Yes, one large pizza
with extra cheese and one spinach and cheese calzone," he looked
right at me as he said calzone. I rolled my eyes.
While we waited for the food
to arrive, Danny found a movie on HBO Family, "The Adventures of Milo and
Otis". The front desk rang up notifying me that the pizza was here and I
told them to send the guy up. I grabbed my purse and raced Howie to the door.
"I’ll pay," I
said. Howie threw up his hands in defeat and sat back down on the bed. I paid
for the food and gave the guy a huge tip. I believe in tipping big, especially
since Stacy and I were both delivery drivers in high school and would often get
stiffed. I took the two boxes over to the bed. I took a bite out of my calzone.
It was good, but not great. Danny took a bite out of his pizza, chewed,
swallowed and looked pensive.
"Well?" asked Howie.
"Not as good as
Coletti’s," declared Danny.
"Not as good as
Coletti’s," I agreed. Howie looked at us in mock disgust.
"Snobs!" he snorted.
"They don’t have the
right kinds of cheese," explained Danny, "they need Asiago and
Ricotta." Howie looked at Danny as if he didn’t know who he was.
"What are you doing to
this kid?" He asked me, laughing.
"If he didn’t know his
pizza, we’d have to disown him," I said, winking.
Danny and Howie finished the
rest of the pizza, well Howie finished almost all of it. I finished my calzone
and threw the empty boxes away. Danny started to yawn and Howie helped me get
him into his pajamas. He settled down under the covers in the middle of the
bed. Howie and I stretched out on either side of him. I flipped through the
channels until I got to a boxing match on Showtime.
"Leave that," he
said. He watched for a minute before turning to look at me. "You know we
still need to talk, don’t you?" he reminded me.
"I know. So, what are we
going to do about this?"
"You’re right, we don’t
have to get married to take care of our son."
"But you made a point
today when you wanted to know what I would say if Danny started asking questions."
"That’s really the only
thing that bothers me. I know it must bother you too. Your family’s just as
traditional and Catholic as mine."
"Well, my family’s become
more tolerant of breaking tradition over the years. My brother, Michael, got
divorced last year. And my sister, Lucy’s been living with this guy…"
"Okay, okay, I get the
point," Howie said. "What I’m trying to say, is that he’s going to
ask sooner or later and we’re going to have to think of something to tell him.
He’s growing up differently than we did."
"Why don’t we just tell
him that we’re still friends, we just don’t love each other any more?"
"That’s kinda cliché,
Maggie."
"I don’t know how else to
explain it."
"Well, we can start by
telling him that we both love him..."
"And?"
"And, even though we
don’t all live together, we’re still a family."
"Okay, that sounds good.
Now that we figured it out, do you still want to have lunch tomorrow?"
"Yea, we could still have
lunch. Maybe Danny and Pollyanna could come too. That way, we can explain
everything to Danny…"
"And Pollyanna’s mind
will be put at ease?"
"Exactly," laughed
Howie. "Besides, she can take him for the afternoon while we’re at the
gym."
"Good idea."
"Of course, the pool in
her building isn’t as nice as the one at the hotel."
"I don’t think Danny will
mind."
"Good," said Howie,
getting up and stretching. "I would spend the night, but I see that my
bed has been removed. Seriously, I have some paperwork to look over with
Pollyanna in the morning, so I really must be going." He leaned over and
kissed his sleeping son on the forehead. I walked around the bed and gave him a
hug.
"I’m going to be
ruthless tomorrow, so you better rest up, too," he said, winking. I
watched him walk down the hall and knock on the bodyguard’s door.
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