3.12.12

Chapter One


On Monday, April 12, 1999, Sandy and her husband, Steve, were having lunch at the Officers Club at Minot Air Force Base, North Dakota. Sandy looked outside through the glass window, while she sipped some of her sweetened iced tea. She noticed how perfect and ideal the weather appeared—sunny, clear blue skies, and a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees outside. Inside where she was, however, she thought the atmosphere was cold, gloomy, and stormy. 
  Even though there was plenty of activity around them—people walking past, others talking at their tables, silverware and plates clanking together—neither of them was talking. There was a palpable tension between them. Not even the delicious aroma of the different dishes mingling in the air could soothe nor defuse the tension.
  After a major argument a month ago, Sandy was determined to spend more time with Steve. She hoped that joining him for lunch, at least once a month, would help get them better connected again.
  At the moment, the painful, prolonged silence between them was just too much for Sandy to bear. So, she started talking. “Our lab’s new chemistry analyzers were delivered at work today.” She was forcing a smile and infusing some enthusiasm in her voice, trying to engage Steve in some form of conversation. “They look more streamlined than the ones we have now. They can do BMPs in fifteen minutes and CMPs in twenty-two minutes, which the E.R. doctors will definitely like.”
     Sandy thought the topic would interest him, since he was a doctor. “The best thing about them is that they require very little maintenance,” she continued, all the while observing him for any signs of being the least bit receptive. What Sandy saw, instead, were Steve’s openly unresponsive and expressionless face and a general stiffness in his overall posture. He grudgingly uttered the absolute minimum of words in response to her statements, until they had finished with their lunch and were getting up to leave the club.
  “By the way,” he said, “I’ll be a little late coming home today. The hospital commander has scheduled a meeting at seventeen hundred hours.”
     “Why?”
  “Don’t know. It’s probably our usual monthly meeting, except that we’re doing it today rather than on Friday.”
  Sandy was suspicious, but she brushed it off. She was all too familiar with the unpredictable nature of military life.
     Since Steve was going to be getting home a bit late, Sandy and the children went ahead and ate their dinner. It was almost 7 p.m. when she recognized the sound of Steve’s Toyota SR5 pickup in the carport outside, followed by the sudden silence of the engine. She heard the vehicle’s door open and close. As she looked toward the kitchen door, she saw the doorknob turn. The door opened slowly and Steve walked in.
  “How did the meeting go?” Sandy said as she met him at the door. Steve didn’t answer right away. He looks distraught. She hugged him. Steve didn’t hug her back, but he gave her his usual casual peck on the lips. Sandy had to be satisfied with those nowadays. It seemed to Sandy that Steve was only going through the motions with her lately. Gone were the warm hugs and wet kisses he used to give her in the past. Oh, how I miss those loving and passionate moments we used to share with each other
  Steve went to their bedroom without saying anything. Sandy followed him. Still waiting for his response, she faced him with a questioning look and demanded, “Well, are you just gonna ignore me?”
  Steve heaved a sigh—the kind of sigh that told her he'd like to say something, but was finding it difficult to get it out. “You’re not gonna like what I’m gonna say,’’ he finally said, and then paused. More pause created a rigid pressure in the air. He removed his shoes and socks, and tossed his socks in the hamper. Sandy’s feelings changed from questioning to worrisome. “I hate to tell you this,” he said, and then stopped talking while making a swift change out of his uniform into his shorts and t-shirt.
  Sandy’s heart jumped to her throat. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the rest of it. With the way Steve had been acting toward her within the last three years—becoming more aloof, unloving, and less caring, she was afraid the day had finally arrived for him to say they were through. She tried to prepare herself for the worst, but it wasn’t helping.
  “But I’ve got orders to go to Kosovo this Saturday. That’s what the meeting was about. It’s not all a secret, but it’s not something we want to be advertising or necessarily be telling people about, either. NATO has agreed to get involved in Kosovo. My group and I’ll be assigned there for medical support.”
  What?” Sandy clasped her heart—even though she was relieved to know Steve wasn’t asking for a divorce. Panic soon followed with the realization Steve was going off to another country and would be leaving her and the children behind. She would die if something bad were to happen to him in Kosovo—or anywhere else in the world. “How long will you be gone,” she asked, when her nerves finally settled a bit.
  “Don’t know for sure. I was told to get all my personal affairs in order before shipping out. One thing they assured me was that this deployment would be for at least twelve months.”
  Hearing the news, Sandy didn’t know if she could survive without Steve that long. It would mean she had to do everything while he was away. They’d been married almost ten years and had never been apart for any length of time. After dinner, she cleared the table and started the dishwasher.
  She took a shower, then sat on the sofa next to Steve and started massaging his neck and back. It was a routine she was always glad to do. Steve was more talkative and social this time, which made her elated. They talked and wondered how the kids would handle the news and whether she could manage work and the whole household by herself. She’d never asked her family for help before, but she decided to ask her sister, Carrie, and her mom for help this time.
  “I’m sure Carrie doesn’t mind moving from the dorm to come live with us for a while until you come back,” Sandy said. “I’ll call her tonight, and also call Mom to see if she could come over to stay with us until Carrie comes back from Florida.” 
  “What’s Carrie doing in Florida again?” Steve said.
     “She and her class went to attend a two-week study of the Florida Everglades ecosystem.” After the massage, she scratched Steve’s back. His pleasant groaning expressed his appreciation to her. 
     “Oh, yeah, I remember now … thanks for the massage and scratch.” 
     “You’re welcome.” 
       She said goodnight to Steve and then to the children who were playing with their toys in Sheyenne’s bedroom. In bed, after she set her alarm clock, she made her calls to Carrie and to her mom. The news earlier had been as stunning and devastating as stepping on a land mine. She had a difficult time falling asleep, so she tossed and turned. Sleep finally came, but it was seemingly just in time for the alarm clock to sound off.
  Taking her lunch break that night, she ordered a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich with a large-sized Coke. No matter what time of day or night it was, all shift workers at the hospital called their meal in the middle of their shifts, ‘lunch’. She took a seat and started to eat. Besides her, there were only two other people sitting and eating in the entire cafeteria. The three of them were seated alone, each to their own table. The other two were busy reading paperback books while they ate.
Sandy wished the lighting there was brighter. She didn't like it being so dim. There was a spooky, ghostly feeling she experienced each time she ate there, but tonight she didn’t feel it. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Steve going to Kosovo and about her and the kids getting by without him. 
    She was thankful Carrie had agreed to move in with them until Steve returned, and for her Mom to go over to be with them for a short while. Otherwise, she thought, she didn't know what she would do.


10 comments:

  1. I like this one better than the first. I guess, everytime a revision is done, it gets better and better.

    There is more "emotion" in it, making them more like genuine people.

    I once remembered reading a noted writer say: "Writers "show" the scene, they don't "tell" it.

    Way to go , Tasha.

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  2. Interesting to know that the second revision has more "drama," than the first one. I guess, the inputs played a major role in making this possible.

    I once heard that you would have to edit and re-edit your work, in order to make the story better or for a writer to just be able to get in touch with their feelings about their work. I'm sure, there are more angles that you are trying to consider and I do hope that we will be witnesses when that happens.

    Well done Tasha and good luck with the movie, err, novel (wink).

    Z

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  3. Hi Jena,
    Thanks for coming back to comment on my latest revision. You have always been there for me since day one of my blogging, and I appreciate you for always supporting me. I'm glad that you like this one much better.

    Tasha

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  4. Hi Z,
    Thank you for reading the two versions in order to make a comparative analysis. I do feel much better with this version also. I'm just not completely satisfied with it. However, I can't think of a better way of setting the scene, considering the type of story that will soon be unfolding.

    Z, can you picture yourself playing the unloving, uncaring Steve in the big screen? Hee,hee. Okay, I'll be working more on this movie script, err, novel.

    Tasha

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  5. I love it, You really got into Sandy's head while you were writing. I could feel the emotional turbulance, and the uncomfortable nature of her conversation.

    That's exactly what I was talking about. The more you play on your characters emotions the more the reader is going to connect. I mean who asn't had one of those uncomfortable silent meals with a spouse. You gave us something to relate to emotionally.

    Great revision.

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  6. Hi Eric,
    This is truly a music to my ears. Your words of praises made my heart sing. Definitely. I'm so happy that I was able to meet your high expectations with this revision. And, thanks to other readers and to your professional criticsm, I was able to accomplish that, and more.

    Thanks so much again,
    Tasha

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  8. Oh how I missed this....I was glued to your writing from start to finish Tasha. I would so buy your book. You have to keep going. You write so descriptively. I love it. Also, I just sent you an email you won my Christmas music giveaway!!!!

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  10. Hi Lilly,
    Thanks for reading and liking this one.

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