October 13, 2002, Boston Pizza, 12:13 pm
Jeff checked his watch, which showed the time to be 13 minutes past the hour: Gerald was late. Jeff sipped his Iced tea as he patiently waited, knowing that the church traffic might be horrible, when he saw Gerald walking to the table. Jeff smiled and stood up, opening his arms. Gerald stood in front of Jeff, smirking.
“You look good, Gerald.” Jeff complimented. The two hugged and shared a laugh.
“It has been too long,” Gerald said, as they sat down.
“Jesus, look at you,” Jeff said, “I know not much has changed, but you look really good.”
“Thanks; so do you,” Gerald said. Jeff unlocked his briefcase and pulled out a few documents.
“It breaks my heart that we always meet up for unhappy business.” Jeff said. Gerald shrugged.
“This isn’t that bad of news,” Gerald said. Jeff looked at him, puzzled. “I know, I should be sad, but I’m not.”
“I understand, don’t worry. I’m just a bit shocked.” Jeff explained.
“You have my mom’s will?” Gerald asked. Jeff nodded and handed it over to Gerald. Gerald skimmed down it and sighed with disappointment.
“She left you nothing, I’m sorry.” Jeff said. Gerald slid the letter back to Jeff.
“It was expected.” Gerald muttered.
“If it’s any consolation, you now get all of your father’s possessions.” Jeff said.
“That’s all I care about,” Gerald said, “where are they kept?”
“Storage depot, I’ll take you there when we’re finished lunch.” Jeff said. Gerald nodded and smirked.
“So they weren’t actually lost like she said?” Gerald asked. Jeff didn’t answer; feeling that if he did it would be insensitive. “At least she won’t tell anymore lies.”
“Are you happy that your mom has passed away?” Jeff asked.
“At this point, I don’t know,” Gerald said, “I’m happy because of how she treated me, and not happy because I wish I could have had a relationship with her; but the fact is she never allowed us to be close.”
“Do you think there’s a reason for that?” Jeff asked.
“Well, you already know,” Gerald said, “She always favoured Janette over me and I was too much like my dad.” Jeff nodded.
“Right,” he said; then the two became rather quiet.
“Did you tell Liz you were back in town?” Gerald asked. Jeff shook his head, surprising Gerald. “Why not?”
“I felt it might be insensitive if I were to see Liz.” Jeff explained. Gerald chuckled.
“Jeff, it’s ok. You guys are friends from high school.” He said.
“Still, it wouldn’t bother you?” Jeff asked. Gerald shook his head.
“Of course not,” he assured, “You guys should have a drink together.” Jeff looked at Gerald.
“Are you being sarcastic?” Jeff asked.
“Jeff, come on,” Gerald said, “what are you going to do? You have a wife and son.” Jeff laughed.
“Alright, you have a point.” He said, “Maybe I’ll call Liz tonight.”
“You should, she wouldn’t mind catching up with you.”
“Ok, fine. I’ll phone her after we’re done here,” Jeff promised.
“That’s more like it,” Gerald said, “ now let me look at the menu, I’m starving.”
Willow Park 1:47 pm
Elizabeth felt tears streaming out of her stinging eyes as she finished dicing the last onion.
Damn these things, she cursed in her head. Clare was drying the dishes and setting them on the large dining table.
“How many people are coming tomorrow, mom?” Clare asked.
“Well, if your father comes, then that’s 7.” Elizabeth said. Clare counted the plates and came up with eleven. She nervously looked back to see if her mother had noticed her mistake, then discretely began picking the extra plates up.
“Is grandma Helena coming?” Clare asked. Elizabeth felt a chill go down her back.
“No,” Elizabeth said, her voice shaking, “she’s busy.”
“Too busy for thanksgiving?” Clare asked.
“Yes,” Elizabeth replied, “it’s…complicated.” Clare hung her head and proceeded to set the cutlery around the table. “But Aunt Clara and John are coming, so is your father, grandpa and auntie Lynn.” Clare nodded. The phone rang and Elizabeth dropped the cranberry sauce. “Shit,” she cursed under her breath, “Clare, can you grab the phone?
“I got it,” Clare said, running to the phone. “Hello?”
“Well, that sounds too young to be Elizabeth,” teased the person on the other line, “Is this Clare?” Clare gasped and a large smile grew on her face.
“Jeff!” She squealed. Elizabeth’s head shot up, cranberry sauce smeared on her face and shirt.
Jeff Smith? She asked herself.
“That’s right!” Jeff laughed, “How are you, young one?”
“I’m good! Oh my goodness!” she said. Elizabeth quickly wiped the sauce off the floor and washed her hands, listening to what Clare was saying.
“I’m home,” Jeff said, “I just got back on Friday.”
“How was Africa?” Clare asked, excited.
“It was a lot of fun,” Jeff said, “I got you something from Egypt.”
“Really?!?” Clare asked, jumping up and down. Elizabeth giggled as she approached.
“Yep, I might stop by and drop it off sometime.” Jeff promised, “Is your mom home?”
“She’s right here. Did you want to talk to her?” Clare asked.
“Yes, please,” Jeff said, “but I’ll make her put you back on.” Clare made a giddy face.
“Yay!” she said, extending her arm to the sky, then handed the phone to Elizabeth.
“Is this really you, Jeff?” She asked. Jeff laughed.
“That’s quite the way to greet an old friend,” he joked. Elizabeth suddenly found herself feeling giddy.
“Jesus, how are you?” she asked.
“I’m good, you?” Jeff asked.
“I’m pretty good,” Elizabeth said. “Wow, it has been too long.”
“I know, five years in Africa.” Jeff sighed, “I doubt I’ll be leaving any time soon.”
“Did you call just to say hi?” Elizabeth teased.
“I did. I just got home from a meeting.” Jeff explained.
“Oh,” Clare said, “with Gerald?”
“Yeah,” Jeff said, quietly, “went through the will and collected his father’s things.”
“How’s Gerald doing?” Elizabeth asked.
“He feels a bit betrayed,” Jeff explained, “but he’s ok. I helped get the stuff home. So it was nice to go through the will, get the stuff and get a nice lunch.” Elizabeth giggled, but Jeff stayed quiet. “That was morbid”
“It was kind of funny though,” Elizabeth said.
“Oh, I wanted to ask something,” Jeff said. “Did you want to get dinner with me tonight?” Elizabeth laughed.
“Are you asking me out?” she joked.
“Umm,” Jeff stuttered, “My wife is coming with us.” Elizabeth blushed, embarrassed that Jeff didn’t get the joke.
“Right,” she said, “I was kidding by the way.”
“I know,” Jeff snickered, “I just wanted to make you blush.” Elizabeth bit her lip and smirked.
“You son of a bitch,” she joked.
“Mom!” Clare yelled.
“You’re in trouble now,” Jeff laughed.
“I’m sorry, Jeff, but Clare and I have a lot of work to do,” Elizabeth declined, her heart sinking a bit.
“Oh, that’s right,” Jeff said, “Thanksgiving.”
“Aren’t you doing anything tomorrow?” Elizabeth asked.
“No, we already had it.” Jeff said. Elizabeth felt the light bulb over her head. Elizabeth thought for a moment.
“Why don’t you and your family join us for dinner tomorrow?” she asked. Jeff felt surprised.
“Really?” he asked, “are you sure?”
“Very sure,” Elizabeth insisted. “It’ll be nice to see you and hear about your travels.”
“Alright, then we’d love to join you guys.” Jeff said.
“I’m glad. People will start to arrive at 4:30,” Elizabeth said.
“We’ll be there then,” Jeff said, “I promised I’d talk to Clare again today, is that ok?”
“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jeff.” Elizabeth said.
“Bye, Liz.” Jeff replied. Elizabeth handed Clare back the phone and went back to work.