“Teeth: brushed.
Hair: brushed. Eyelids: brushed with color.”
Rebecca looked
from the mirror to the window, which had a view out to the front courtyard and
to downtown. From the fifth floor bathroom window, Rebecca could see all she
needed, including each step necessary to reach the bus stop. The bus labored
its way toward her stop. This one she would miss.
Rebecca could also
see where she would be let off after a straight twenty-block ride down Garibaldi Boulevard .
Then, once pedestrians got out of the way, she could see the steps to take her
to her office.
Looking back to
the mirror, Rebecca scanned from her face, which was completed to her liking,
down to her shoulders, which were bare, except for the white bra straps hanging
on tight and contrasting with her rich brown skin. Before her vision reached to
the cups of the bra, she quickly grabbed the grey shirt hanging on the back of
the chair at her side and threw it on.
“Shirt: applied
and adjusted.”
At that point,
Rebecca’s demeanor lessened. She avoided looking anymore at the mirror, and
instead peered at her thighs. She flashed back to the five minutes that changed
her life.
If it were not raining, Rebecca would have
walked despite going to sleep way too late and waking up way too early. Even
with the dreariness of the grey, wet first Spring morning of daylight savings,
Rebecca felt jubilant. In three hours, she was to give a presentation to the
company’s president and other office heads, which would lead her to a promotion
and her accepting the ideal position.
Excitement, as well as joy, elevated her
heart rate and spread to a beatific smile on her face. Rebecca shared the smile
with other passengers, mostly business folk, but some students, who sat waiting
blandly for their stops. As they each looked to Rebecca, the contagion of her
smile spread to them and then was returned with warm greetings.
Rebecca made it to the driver, who had the
stirrings of a scowl as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He turned and saw
Rebecca’s radiant smile, and his face beamed.
She began to move toward the exit when she
heard a commotion that started from the back of the bus and made its way
thunderously toward her.
While lifting her gaze to determine what the
noise was, Rebecca could do nothing as two teenage boys, who suddenly threw
punches and curses at each other, slammed into her, shoving her down the
stairs. The two continued fighting while Rebecca fell in slow motion down the
steep, metal, biting steps and onto the cold, wet pavement. She landed hard on
her backside. Her legs flopped and then stopped under the bus. At the same
time, one of the boys fell on the lap of the driver, and the other pounced on
him, flailing him with punches.
Before the driver could react, an elbow
pushed hard onto the driver’s leg, forcing it down on the gas pedal. The bus
jerked out of gear and bounced backward just enough to roll on top of Rebecca’s
legs.
Rebecca came out
of her reverie of two years ago, and saw that her vision focused on the stumps
of her legs that ended at her thighs in the seat of her wheelchair.
She did not have
her pants on and seemed unable to understand why the grey slacks, draped over
the bathroom chair, looked like they would not fit her. She looked back and
forth from the pants to her legs until tears welled in her eyes and she could
no longer make either of them out.
She spoke out loud
what she already knew was in order, “Teeth: brushed. Hair: brushed. Eyelids:
brushed with color. Cheeks…” She stopped. Somewhere in her mind came the
realization that she would not get to where she should. She would again stop
preparing herself after having put on her shirt, not knowing why her pants
would not fit.
She then became
stuck, not looking out the window nor in the mirror. Not looking at her pants
on the chair, nor at her legs which could not fit the pants, and she shut down.
Somewhere deep in her mind she feared she might stay in that position,
statuesque, unthinking, not understanding, forever. She remained staring, but
not seeing, unmoving and silent.
When the bathroom
door opened, Rebecca still did not move. A warm, soft hand caressed her forearm
and took her hand, while another one stroked her cheek. A comforting, friendly
voice spoke to her, “Rebecca, it’s time to go. Let’s finish getting ready.” She
heard the pants slide off of the back of the chair and the legs of the pants
fall to the linoleum floor.
Internally, she
heard a shrieking and felt herself thrashing about, and she was sure she heard
profanity spilling from between her lips. Then she felt a touch of full lips
upon hers. The commotion was only in her mind. She slowly lifted a hand and
felt her husband there. The kiss lingered, bringing her back to herself and
outside of her delusions.
“I don’t want to
go.” She animated her face enough to emote a steadfast refusal to move or go
anywhere.
“I know, Rebecca,”
her husband said calmly while maneuvering the pants over her hips and folding
the legs to be tucked underneath her thighs.
Not knowing she
did so, she adjusted her buttocks so her husband could pull the pants up on her
the way they were supposed to fit. Afterward she said, “So why are you here?
You know I don’t want to go anywhere. Leave me here and go yourself. There’s
nothing I can do for them.”
He stooped down
beside her and nestled his face in her neck. Rebecca softened and smiled. “No
one expects me to go. You can tell them I’m not ready.”
“I will. I do
every time.” He kissed her again, more tenderly, a little more wet.
“Okay,” Rebecca
said after kissing him back. Still smiling, she let him push her out of the
bathroom.
Instead of the
bus, Rebecca was loaded into the passenger seat of their minivan and driven the
twenty straight blocks to the office. Not stopping in front of the building, her
husband drove to the bottom floor of the garage, and pushed her through to the
elevator.
“You told them,
right?”
“Of course. They
are not expecting anything from you. It’s me they’re waiting for.”
Rebecca accepted
that, knowing and trusting her husband. She was at peace, as this was the best
time of her day. Confidence settled over her after being strengthened within by
the comfort given to her by her husband. The confidence remained as she entered
the conference room with everyone already in place and waiting.
No one said
anything while Rebecca laid out her folders, paperwork, pens, and pointer, and
said, “Work: ordered and set, ready for presentation.”
Her husband waited
until Rebecca delivered her morning presentation, ensuring that she was fine
and that her medicine was working. By then she would be able to complete her
other duties of the ideal position on her own.
At the end of the
day, by the time Rebecca was worn out and ready for her next dosage of
medications, her husband returned to take her back home. Once they arrived in
their apartment, with weariness overtaking her, she stated, “You didn’t tell
them I wasn’t ready. After you left, I had to fill in.”
“I know, honey.
There was nothing I could do for them. They wanted you, not me. I wasn’t ready
and they expected nothing from me.”
Rebecca smiled as
she waited for her husband to bring her dose of medicine. She looked forward to
her other best time of the day, when she would lay in bed next to her husband.
Great story! It covers the gamut of emotions, the most tragic being when she became stuck - no longer seeing the window, mirror, pants or her legs. At first reading, I thought the last sentence was corny. However, after reading it again, I don't feel that way so strongly anymore. She is still very much in the midst of the struggle of overcoming her obstacle and becoming the exuberant and positive influence on everyone around her that she used to be before the accident. Still, there is something about the title & last sentence falling on the husband that doesn't quite feel right....
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments! This story touches my heart particularly because of the strength Rebecca gains from her husband's love, which remained strong even after her accident and the effects from it. Although he is not named in the story, and he seems a peripheral part to the story, it is he that enables her to continue past the difficult times and be successful and happy.
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