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Authors: C. T. Musca

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My Former Self

BOOK: My Former Self
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Copyright © 2013 by C. T. Musca

ISBN: 1482670585

ISBN-13: 978-1482670585

This is a work of fiction. Although some places are real, all events and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

Dedication

For Mom and Dad – my roots

For Martin – my rock

For Alex and Matty – my world

As hard as I try, I just can’t forget.

-2003

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

Fall 2010

G
od, sometimes living in an apartment complex irritates me. I often look in the houses nearby as I walk to and from the bus station. I glance through the windows of these detached homes and think that inside, their lives must be so peaceful and perfect. The noises from the street don’t drown out their conversations; the pigeons don’t defecate on their windows; the smell from the neighbours’ cooking doesn’t permeate their kitchens. I can see myself in those houses—drinking a glass of white wine that my husband has just brought to me after I have finished putting the children to bed. I sit down at our computer and play solitaire and sip my wine. Ahhh, the peace, the calm, the normalcy.
I suppose it’s not really me I see, but in another life someone who could have been me.

I am jolted back to reality when I hear a knock at the door. It must be Rosanna in 702. She told me when she saw me earlier that she had to talk to me. There is no getting away from her; she knows I’m home. I get back from work at the same time every day. I wonder what today’s issue will be. Last week it was the heat. Because we’re on the seventh floor and get all of the other apartments’ heat, she wanted me to talk to the landlord about adjusting it. I told her there is probably not very much Louis can do; he can’t—or won’t—tell seventy-eight-year-old Gladys in 322 to turn down the temperature. If it really bothers her, she should go down to Louis’s room and plead her case. Rosanna said that she thought I could articulate it better than she, and that he might just listen to me. She didn’t exactly say it like that, though; it was more like, “You talk so good.”

So I drag myself to the door. All I want to do is sit and relax for a few minutes, but the sooner I deal with Rosanna, the sooner I can do just that.

I wasn’t wrong about who’s at my door. Rosanna is wearing a bathrobe on top of her clothes. Her grey and black hair is wet—she has just recently come out of the shower. She looks older, which I attribute to the fact that she is not wearing any makeup.

“I have some great news for you, doll.” She can hardly contain her excitement. “My nephew, Ryan, is back from university and he has agreed to come up and meet you!”

Oh God, it’s worse than I thought. How the hell am I going to get out of this one? I know she is just trying to be nice and friendly, but the last thing I want is to date—let alone date her nephew. If anything ever did happen between us, Rosanna would be at my place morning, noon, and night.

“Oh, Rosanna. I’m just not sure I am feeling up to it. How old is Ryan anyway?” I guess I shouldn’t be asking about his age, as that might mean I am actually considering this invitation or arrangement or whatever it is you would call it.

“He’s twenty-three, and he’s very smart—smarter than that no-good father of his. I’m sure you two would get along good.”

“Rosanna, you know I am thirty-six, right? He’s much too young for me. And besides, I just got out of a bad relationship. I am not really ready to date yet.” I lie. I just can’t think of how else to get her off my back.

“Oh, doll, what are we going to do with you? You need to find someone before all of the good ones are snatched up!” It seems she doesn’t believe my lie.

“All right, Rosanna, thanks. Have a good night.” And she is gone. And I can change out of my work clothes and sit down in front of the TV and not think about anything else.

I go into my cramped bedroom which has far too much furniture for the space, and change out of my incredibly conservative pant suit. I work as a receptionist at a dentist office. It’s quiet and easy and pays the bills. Dr. Tom Roerke is a good employer. He’s friendly and listens if we have any concerns or need time off. Two years ago, when my mom died, I asked for three days off and he gave me the whole week.

He has never specified what the dress code is, but I have always worn dress pants and blouses. It feels good to remove them now and put on my yoga pants. That’s probably the biggest joke of all. I wear yoga pants all the time, but have never—not once—done yoga.

I look in the fridge for something to eat. The chicken from the other night doesn’t look very appealing, and the fact that it’s a few days old makes it even less so. There is some jarred pasta sauce, or I can have scrambled eggs and toast. I have never been much of a cook, preferring the simplest option over anything else. Mom was an epicurean. She loved to cook, and we’d have very extravagant meals for dinner every night—never simply ‘meat and potatoes’. It’s surprising that this love of food didn’t rub off on me. I am content with the
premade dinners that I can buy in the freezer section. I decide on the chicken. If it’s not eaten tonight, it never will be. Just then the phone rings.

“Hey Tonya. It’s Cindy. Are you coming tonight?” Cindy is the assistant at Dr. Roerke’s office. She is in her twenties and is going to school to become a dental hygienist. She is bubbly and warm, and she often tries to include me when people from the office go out. I have always thought that Dr. Roerke was smitten with her, even though he is married, with three children. Her attractive face and lean body have always made the men who come in there, or work there, speechless around her.

“I don’t think so. I’m pretty beat. Thanks, though.” I don’t really provide any more details, although I could say that I really don’t feel like changing again, going out to a bar, buying ten-dollar glasses of wine, and watching men salivate when they look at her. It’s not jealousy either; I think it’s disgusting the way they look at her like she’s a piece of meat. But I guess she doesn’t really mind it—maybe even likes it. She does dress provocatively when she goes out. She wears tight shirts that accentuate her breasts and even tighter pants that leave men staring at her at every turn.

“Are you sure, Ton? It’ll be fun. Patrick and Deb are going.”

Patrick is the other reception worker and assistant. He is also Dr. Roerke’s son. I’ve often wondered whether he finds it bizarre watching his dad drool over Cindy. He’s nineteen years old, quiet and friendly. He doesn’t have the confidence that his father possesses. He’s sort of cute, but his awkwardness diminishes it. Deb is the dental hygienist. She’s my age, married with two kids. She demonstrates to me how different two people of the same age and gender can be.

They are all nice people, but I am really not in the mood. I am surprised they keep inviting me. I went once, last Christmas time, and even then all I wanted to do was crawl out of the bar and make my way home. I stayed, though, because I had always said no to them. I thought that if I finally went they might stop asking me. I was wrong.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks, though. Have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Now I can eat my dinner and sit down to watch my shows which are PVR‘d. I scroll down the list to find
The Good Wife
, one of my favourites right now. I watch it while eating my chicken dinner, having a glass of white wine from a cheap seven-dollar bottle, feeling content in my little apartment. I think back to Rosanna’s offer of a date. Why can’t people just leave me alone? If I wanted to date someone, I would. Dr. Roerke tried to set me up with one of his friends who
had recently been divorced. He told me this guy was full of energy and would be able to keep up with a thirty-six-year-old. And then he laughed, looked at Cindy, and winked. I was embarrassed by his open flirtation, but I suppose Cindy is used to it. I told him that I was seeing someone, which was a lie. I had met a guy at the coffee shop on the way to work where I go every morning and see the same people. Just that week, a guy who I had seen each day for the past few months talked to me. He made small talk about the baristas, as the shop had just employed two new ones, who were slow in learning how to make all the specialty drinks. It really wasn’t anything, but this guy, who stayed in my mind for a while, was very useful in my conversation with Dr. Roerke.

I have gone on dates, but I would rather do it on my own, without any “help” from my neighbours or employers. That way there are no expectations or requirements to divulge all the awkward details when I go into work the following Monday or leave my apartment to get groceries.

My mind keeps wandering from Rosanna to Cindy to the guy from the coffee shop. I am not really watching the show I have on, so I decide to go to bed, even though it is not even ten thirty yet.

I wake in the middle of the night after having a nightmare.

I was in a boat in the middle of a lake. I was alone and anchored there. The next thing I knew, the boat careened to one side and I slipped into the water. Alone. For some reason I was unable to swim, even though I know very well how to swim. I started panicking, and then Dad was there in the boat, reaching his hand out for me to grab. I noticed my brother in another boat in the distance and tried to call to him, swallowing water in doing so. I was drowning.

And that’s when I wake up. I am drenched. I look around the room, feeling scared, even though I know it’s just a nightmare and that no one is there. I look at the clock and see that it’s only four fifteen. Today is going to be a long day.

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