Dancing shoes

‘Shall we dance’ started playing. There were a few couples on the floor. Oscar stood. “Shall we dance?”

She was floored. “I can’t dance to this song.”

He smiled a smile bigger than she had ever seen. “I’ll guide you.”

“Okay.” They took their stance body to body. So this is what Deborah Kerr felt as she was being swept off her feet? Oscar was so graceful as he moved across the gym floor. Who would have thought he was so talented? And they really did dance the way they danced in the King and I.

Someone shouted over the music, “Go Mr. P.”

Esther had forgotten that anyone else was in the world. When the music stopped, the whole gym erupted in applause.

“That was amazing.” She held her chest, out of breath.

“I love you.” He kissed the top of her hand.

Bell was shocked. “Oscar, you’ve been holding out on us. I had no idea you could dance like that.”

He just smiled. “I haven’t had anyone to dance with.” He kissed the top of Esther’s hand again.

Around midnight, the crowd was starting to get louder and wilder so they decided to go home.

As they were walking to the jeep, a voice called from behind them, “well I be gol danged.”  

“What Otis?” They stopped walking and just waited. Oscar held on to Esther for dear life.

Otis staggered in front of them. “Wheeee doggie. What was dat? Sum fine foot work.” He kicked snow on Oscar’s shoe.

“May I help you?” He held Esther tighter still.

“Nah, just wannen to see more fancy foot work.” He kicked more snow on his shoes. “See what maws money paid fur.”

“Mom didn’t pay for my education. It was all grants and loans.”

Oat staggered back and forth, “you callin’ maw a lar?”

“If she did, I know nothing about it.”

Chet showed up just in time patting Oscar on the shoulder. “Nice work.” He smiled.

Otis cussed under his breath and walked off.

The ride home was quiet. Neither of them said a word. Oscar opened the door for her, took her coat and hung it up. She got a Coke Zero out of the fridge. “Okay, let’s talk about the elephant in the room.” He took his coat off and hung it next to hers. “Would you like something to drink?” She kicked her shoes off and they lay by the coat rack.

“Whatever you’re drinking?” He replied.

She handed him a Coke Zero as he sat down on the couch with her.

“I’m not real sure there’s anything to talk about.” He sighed.

“Then why are you being so quiet?”

“I guess I’m a little floored that’s all. I have no issue with women being in dangerous jobs. But I’m just not used to the concept. We have a hand full of women volunteer fire fighters; we’ve had one female deputy. I’ve seen one female state trooper, though I’m sure there are more. It’s just different for me.”

“But you have no issue with it?”

“No, none. It’s just different that’s all.” He stared at his pop can for a moment. “I can’t imagine those soft hands of yours that have caressed me, holding a gun. Or breaking bones.”

She smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever broken a bone.”

“So tell me about those guys.”

“Daniel Jones, the one that asked me ‘what I was doing back in Kentucky?’ We went to college together. He was my best friend, study partner and then ended up being my cop partner. Chaz Buchanan, the biggest of them, is just a big ole teddy bear. We met on a stake out. Phillip Davis taught me how to dance. Everyone called him the Dancin’ Lawman. And Martin Suzza is Phillip’s best friend. We all just clicked.” She smiled. Missing the backyard BBQ’s, late night stake outs and just the camaraderie with friends.

“Why did they call you Trick Pony?”

She smiled a wicked grin, “I’ll show you some day.”

It was about three when Oscar went home. Esther had gotten ready for bed. This had been a wonderful evening overall.

Winter Season

Who called the cops?

As they were walking back to their table, Crash My Party started playing. “Wanna test those dancin’ skills again?” Oscar looked around. No one else was dancing. “We were the first adults to have our picture taken with Santa, now look.” There was a huge line.

“You’re gonna keep me on my toes aren’t you?”

“That’s my job.” She smiled.

He drew her close and they danced. Soon he forgot about everyone else in the gym and it was all about her. She was, he felt, his Christmas present. He wasn’t sick when she was around. The pressures of his life weren’t nearly as bad when he thought that she was on his side.

There were all kinds of games. This young man came to their table giving them tickets.

“What are these for?” Chet asked.

“If you checked your coat, the Cheerleaders kept half the money and they are going to give away the other half.”

“That’s sweet.” Bell smiled.

Esther wouldn’t take her ticket when it was offered to her.

“Why?” The boy asked with surprise.

“There are other people who need that money more than I.”

“Wow!” He just stared at her for a moment. “You ain’t from ‘round here are you?”

She laughed. “No.”

He moved on.

Oscar kissed the top of her hand. “You’re something else.”

All of a sudden everyone’s attention was drawn to the front entrance of the gym. As the noise inside died down, it became clear it was feet stomping and hands clapping to the rhythmic beat of We Will Rock You was coming from that direction. This went on until there wasn’t another sound to be heard. Four, in full uniform state policemen marched in to the beat, singing the song. However, where the lyrics called for a male gender, they changed it to a female. Esther started laughing. They were marching in the direction of their table. The closer they got, the harder she laughed.

When Oscar looked at her, her hands were over her mouth and tears rolling down her face. At the end of the song, they stood in a circle around their table pounding their feet and clapping their hands. Then, in unison shouted, “Esther’s back!”

Everyone started applauding. Who wouldn’t applaud the state police? They each one had a turn hugging her.

“What are you doing back in Kentucky?” One asked.

“Yeah,” they all chimed in.

“Didn’t even call?” One pouted.

One pointed his night stick at Oscar, “this one, is he buggin’ you? I saw that arm around your shoulder.”

“Guys,” she smiled. “You are amazing. What are y’all doin’ here?” She hugged each one of them again, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Checkin’ up on you, Trick Pony.”

“Everybody, guys,” Esther smiled. “This is Chester Longworth, he’s the sheriff and his wife Bell. This is Oscar Patterson my date.”

“Sum bitch,” the trooper growled that had pointed his night stick at Oscar. “Date as in for tonight or dating?”

“Chaz,” she smiled. “Dating.”

“Sum bitch.” He slid his night stick back in its holder with force.

She started with the trooper that asked what she was doing back in Kentucky, “this is Daniel Jones,” the big dude that wanted to whoop Oscar was “Chaz Buchanan. Phillip Davis, and Martin Suzza. We go way back,” she just kept smiling.

“So,” Daniel Jones asked again. “What are you doing back in Kentucky?”

“I’m living here now.”

Chaz asked, “New York too big for ya?”

“Too many burrows. It was hard to keep them all straight.”

They all laughed.

“Are you going to come back to work for us, Trick Pony?” Douglas asked. “We miss you bad. And we always need good cops.”

“We’ll see.” They all hugged and said their goodbyes. She called after them, “feel free to serenade me anytime.”  

They all bowed.

Winter Season

Santa

Please be advised ADULT LANGUAGE!

Saturday arrived and it was party time. Oscar was a little more than nervous. This was the first time he had actually been to a public function in his home town with a date. He jumped when his doorbell rang. Upon opening the door, Esther smiled and tossed him her keys. “Shall we Mr. Patterson?” There was that wiggle again.

When they pulled into the parking lot, who were the first people they saw? Otis and Priscilla.

She rubbed his knee. “You’re with me and we’re gonna have a ball.”

“You think?” He scoffed.

“No,” she smiled. “I know.”

As they walked into the high school gym, his brother had already started making a scene. “Naw, hell naw.” Otis was shouting at a little girl behind a counter.

This little teen age girl seemed relieved that someone else had walked in. From the expression on her face, she didn’t care who it was. “Mr. Patterson, how are you tonight?”

“Good Emily.”

“Would you like to check your coat sir?”

“Two please.” He took Esther’s coat. It was the first time he had gotten to see what she was wearing; an absolutely amazing green dress with red heels and jewelry. She was breath taking.

Oscar forgot where he was and was staring at Esther. “Mr. Patterson,” Emily called to him. He remembered where he was and gave Emily Esther’s coat, then his.

Otis was watching him and hooted at him. “Fan-see, ain’t it.”

“Thank you Mr. Patterson.” Emily smiled.

Esther ignored him.

Oscar smiled at his brother, “the cheerleaders are raising money. I prefer this over a bake sale.”

“I thought this was fur char-I-dee?”

“It is.” Oscar pointed to the wall behind Otis where Pricilla was standing. The wall was lined with coats of every shape, size, and color. “You can leave your coat along the wall.”

Emily smiled again. Oscar and Esther walked off.

The gym had been turned into Christmas Valley.

“Wow!” She giggled. “This is amazing. It’s like being lost in Christmas. I am so thrilled that egos could be overcome to make this night happen.”

Santa was sitting in the corner taking pictures with the children. People were running around dressed like elves. There were stockings hanging all over the place. A light dusting of fake snow was on the floor. Pine trees of all shapes and sizes were in every corner. A life size sleigh and reindeers had been made. Lights had been hung across the ceiling to look like stars. In the middle of the gym floor was a nativity. And over it in the man-made sky was the Christmas Star. “Wow.” She sighed again.

Oscar couldn’t help but smile at her wonderment. She seemed like a little kid lost in Christmas. But wasn’t that what this was all about; forgetting the sorrow of the day, and living in the moment of Christmas. He felt her squeeze his arm. But when he looked, she had both her arms wrapped around his.

“Esther?” Big tears were rolling down her face. “Esther, honey what’s wrong?”

“This is amazing.”

They sat with Chet and Bell in the corner of the room where they had a good view of everyone.

Esther stood, “come with me sir.” She extended her hand to Oscar.

“Where we goin’?”

“To have our picture made with Santa.” She giggled. They started a trend. Up until this point, it had only been children and teens who still liked Santa taking their picture with him. They were the first adults.

Santa laughed, “what do you want for Christmas little girl?”

She smiled a great big smile as she looked at Oscar. Then Santa looked at Oscar. He was grinning from ear to ear. “I’m good Santa.”

Santa laughed again, “and what about you little boy?”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips. “Me too.”

Bell and Chet were right behind them.

Winter Season

Chicken pot pie

She wiggled. Oh, how he wanted to be part of that wiggle. “Since you haven’t eaten,” she snapped him back into reality. “Come.” They went to the kitchen. She pulled a piping hot casserole dish from the oven.

“That smells amazing.” His stomach growled.

“Have you had anything to eat today?” He sat at the table watching her. He loved what she had done with the kitchen. It was now a yellowish beige around the top part of the wall. The bottom was a muted burgundy with a black stripe running around the center of the room. Even though he had helped paint; when all the pieces fall into place, it looked so different.

“What are the names of the colors you have used?”

Changing the topic, she thought. “The top is honeysuckle and the bottom is Japanese Maple.”

“I like it.”

“Thanks.” She had used the Chef Man theme to decorate. It was very tastefully done. He yawned a great big yawn. “Tough day?”

“Wild. It was the last day of school before Christmas Break and they were wild.”

“I would make a horrible teacher. You’re a better person than me.”

He smiled, “what would make you say that?”

“Oh, I would get fired the first day. Well for one, I hate children. I have no patience. And if you smart off to me, I’m gonna smart back.”

“You can’t be all of that.”

“Of course I can.” She got two bowls out of the cabinet and two spoons while she talked. The bowls had little chef men on them as well. “Why do you think I went into law enforcement? I got to be a bully and pack a weapon,” she winked.

He laughed.

When she broke the crust on the casserole, the whole kitchen filled with the wonderful aroma of, “Chicken Pot Pie.” He moaned as his stomach growled even louder. She giggled. “Are you giggling at me?” He playfully acted offended.

“Yeah. I hope it tastes every bit as good as it smells. It was my grandmother’s recipe. And not spicy.” She stopped looking at him. “Will you tell me something?”

“I’ll try.”

“What is your beef with food?”

He looked confused at first. “It’s one of those very real side effects I was telling you about. Plus my ulcer.”

“What would you like to drink?”

“Whatever you’re drinking?”

She got out two Coke Zeroes. She stopped suddenly looking at the can, “I’m sure you shouldn’t drink this.”

“I think I’ll be okay.”

“Will you tell me if you’re not? I’ll get you some water or milk.”

He blushed, “promise.” It was nice having someone care. He thought for a moment that it might be a pretense. But it was a fleeting thought.

“You might need salt. I don’t cook with a lot of it.”

He looked at the salt grinder, “where does one buy pink Himalayan sea salt?”

“From the tone of your question, I’m assumin’ not here.”

“No.” They sat and ate in silence. She didn’t know what to say to get a conversation started. He seemed to be enjoying his food. Knowing that he didn’t eat the way that he should, she decided she would let him eat.

After they ate, she excused herself. He wondered onto the back porch. It was small and cozy. Just the way he knew it could be. Unlike his, her porch had a roof.

He was lost in thought when she set a hot cup next to him. “Hot chocolate.” She set down sipping carefully at her cups hot contents. “Where are you?”

He held out his hand for her. It was super warm despite the cold and snow that surrounded them. “How do you feel about thunder storms?”

“They are amazing. Why?”

“Water?”

“Like to take a shower or the lake?”

“Lake?”

“I love water. Though, I don’t spend as much time around it as I would like. I hope that when I am able to retire, I can retire to the lake on a house boat.” She looked at him.

He had his head tilted up looking at the stars.

“Can you dance?” She asked.

He leaned up to look at her shocked. “What?”

“Can you dance?”

“I took ball room dancing in college. Why?”

“Dance with me.”

“Here? Now?”

“Why not?” She smiled. “We both love snow. It’s just you and me. Dance with me.”

He reached into his pocket and took out his phone before long a soft slow song started playing. He led her out into the yard, pulled her close and they danced under the stars in the snow. It was a great feeling dancing with him. “Ball room dancing served you well.”

“Thank you.” He pulled her closer.

She didn’t know the name of the song but she did realize it was Kenny Chesney. Oscar reached down and kissed her. It felt wonderful to be this close to someone again. She was struggling inside herself. But in the end, she decided to just let go. This was a new place, a new life, time to let go of the jaded hurt. And so far, Oscar wasn’t like them!

Winter Season