Chapter 55, Rescued By Sail Boat Skipper
Parked in an Alameda Avenue bus stop,
I composed myself after my mind retching turned to dry heaves, restarted the
car and drove back on the Alameda as a bus arrived in my rear view mirror. The
purpose of coming to attend Santa Clara University's parent's day put me back
to functional mode.
At the University I first attended
mass at its Mission, one of the 21 established by Father Junípero Serra. The
University and town grew up around it providing a feel of historical permanence.
When attending Saint Clare’s grade school nearby, we were trooped over to the Mission occasionally. Attending Mass there gave also a personal history connection, a positive one.
Kneeling in my pew I recited the rosary to give me peace after Mom’s revelations. Past the opening Apostles Creed I dedicated the thumbed Our Father beads to protect a Burma and Mexican woman unknown and the Hail Mary beads in thanksgiving for Mom’s escape.
After Mass I met with other parents in a lecture hall where a Jesuit priest droned on about our good fortune to have selected the University for our off spring. I didn't hear it. Instead, as during Mass, I sat with a blank stare absorbing the revised foundation of my family and who I was.
After the formal introduction we
were marched out and assigned to senior student guides for a tour of the
campus. The 10 o'clock sun awoke me from my introspective stupor. Our guide, most
likely earning school credit or tuition, was uncomfortable with what I’m sure
he considered old people. He too espoused our good fortune for selecting his University
while our sons and daughters kept out of sight, not wanting to acknowledge
having parents except for tuition and allowance checks.
Things went smoothly with the sun's warmth and campus scenery bringing me back from introspection to interaction. We had a cafeteria lunch, one better than expected, then resumed our tour. Parental revelations began to ease my adulteress guilt; as when young learning of a priest who brought a married woman to Mom's hotel eased the shame of soapy showers. Everything looks brighter in the California sun. I displayed my enhanced assets as we toured the campus to the sun’s warmth.
Most of the parents were couples but
there was a lone attractive man. Vixen never one to dwell on the past awoke and
meowed. My heart thumped and my mind said he was a suitable distraction. I
walked next to him and provocatively smiled when he noticed me. He smiled back
and walked to my slowed gait.
Soon chit chatting, he divulged his
son was attending the school, he was also from the Puget Sound area, he was
divorced, he owned a sail boat, and even though still needing to work he was
trying to live a roug’ life, the tidbit of our subsequent conversation. He
didn't ask about my marital status but could see my diamond wedding ring, too
big to miss.
He wore a blue blazer over a short sleeved white
shirt with tan pants and Sebago sailing shoes, was 6 feet plus and just turned
45. He had a trim mustache, a full head of hair with gray side walls, was of
ruddy complexion to prove his sailing and had a pipe in his vest pocket. I was
wearing a sleeveless summer dress with two inch pumps. The dress accented my
enlarged assets. This blue eyed guppy had a hard time keeping his eyes off