Chapter 16 – Getaway
I left work at 4:30pm on Friday and headed over to Leslie and Emma's office. I had my bag packed and in the back seat of the car as Leslie had instructed me to do. I parked the car and made my way to the office suite. I entered but did not see anyone around.
The door to Emma's office was closed and the light was off, so I assumed she had gone home for the weekend. Penny was not at her desk either, which made me wonder what was going on. Just then, I heard Emma's voice coming from Leslie's office.
"We have been over this," I heard Emma say loudly.
I made my way to Leslie's office and stood in the doorway. Leslie was sitting behind her desk and Emma was standing next her chair, on her left. Penny was seated in front of them and I noticed tears on her cheek. What was happening here?
"Am I interrupting," I asked, announcing my presence.
"No, you're not," Emma insisted. "Have a seat."
I sat next to Penny and rubbed her back to calm her.
"So, is anyone gonna tell me what the fuck is going on," I inquired.
"You are going away this weekend with Penny," Leslie disclosed.
"Really, that is interesting," I replied. "I can't remember the last time a woman cried just because she had to spend a weekend with me."
"You are going home with Penny," Emma clarified. "You will spend the weekend with her parents and see where she grew up."
"That is a very nice thought," I admitted. "But if Penny is this uncomfortable with me going, then maybe I shouldn't go."
"It's not you," Penny stuttered through her silent sobs. "There is no one else I would rather go with."
"What is it then," I asked blankly, not understanding what could cause her to be this hurt.
"It's a long story," Emma advised. "Penny will explain it to you as you drive. That gives you a good two hours to get it."
"Why, where's home," I inquired.
"Just past Fresno," Penny whispered.
I looked at Leslie and she nodded at me.
"Then we should get going," I indicated. "We would hate to arrive too late."
"I don't want to go," Penny growled.
"Penny," Emma yelled loudly. "You know you need to go. IT'S TIME."
Penny stood up and walked out of the office. I watched her go, unsure whether or not to move. I stood up and was about to head out after Penny when Emma gave me some instructions.
"When you get there, after she has explained everything to you," Emma began sternly, "you protect her. Don't let them gang up on her, don't let them berate her. If it gets to be too much, call me and we'll rethink things. I am counting on you to get her through this. You are the only one she would agree to go with."
I looked at her squarely. I kept my eyes focused on hers.
"There isn't a chance I am gonna let anyone mistreat her," I responded just as stern. "You have my word."
"This is one of those important ones," Leslie reiterated.
I turned and exited the office. I strolled over to Penny's desk, where she was seated.
"I am just shutting down my pc," she said without looking at me.
"Pen, whatever this is, I will protect you," I whispered to her.
She looked at me, but did not speak. Tears filled her eyes but did not fall. Her computer shut down and she stood up. She handed me her travel bag over her desk and came around to stand next to me.
"We're leaving," she yelled as she grabbed my free hand and led me out of the office suite.
When we reached the car, I opened the passenger door for Penny and then placed her bag in the back with mine. I loaded myself into the driver's seat and we were off. I didn't say a word and did not turn on the radio. I figured I would give Penny time to collect herself.
We drove for almost an hour before the first word was said. I waited, patiently, not wanting to push her. I need her to tell me, but I know she needed to do it on her terms and in her time. Finally, she broke the silence.
"Remember when I told you that I would explain why the prom assignment upset so much at another time," she asked.
"Of course I do," I confirmed.
"Well, here comes the answer," she prepared me. "I never went to my prom. My father is a retired Army Sergeant. He was in both Vietnam and Korea. He moved around a lot when I was young, but my mother and I did not follow him."
"Why not," I inquired gently.
"My mother is very much a person who believes less is more," she explained. "There were no birthday parties, no prom, no graduations, nothing. There was no need to celebrate, since we all knew what had been accomplished. That should be enough."
"What did your dad think," I countered.
"He was away a lot when I was younger," she sighed. "When he finally got stationed at home, he missed mom so much that whatever she said was law."
"I can understand that, I guess," I stated. "Even with all that, why wouldn't you want to go home?"
"I haven't seen my parents since I left for college 7 years ago," she revealed.
I was shocked. I didn't have to ask why this was the case. I knew the answer was coming.
"I was not supposed to go to college," she clarified. "Mom wanted me to find a nice military husband and get married right after high school. Plus the money issue. 'There is nothing higher than serving a man who is serving our country,' she would tell me. I hated hearing that. I respected what my dad did, but I wanted my own life, my own adventures."
"I see," was all I could muster in response. I continued listening intently.
"My scholarship was my way out," she continued. "They weren't happy about it but they were going to let me go. My father convinced my mother that a chance to play Olympic volleyball was a great service to the country and that I should be allowed to follow that road. Then I met Emma. My parents hated her from the start. They thought she was 'godless' and 'impure,' whatever the fuck that is. My relationship with her burned my mother to the core. They said if I went to 'that school' and consorted with 'that woman', that I shouldn't come home anymore."
"How did you handle that," I asked.
"I was crushed," she confessed. "I cried for 3 days and then packed up everything I thought I would need. The day I left neither one of them said goodbye."
"And you haven't been back since," I repeated.
"Yeah," she acknowledged. "I have called on several occasions but the always said if I still had anything to do with Emma that I should stay away."
"Why have they changed their minds now," I wondered.
"They haven't," she owned up. "But you heard Emma, it's time."