“Charlie, I feel very strongly about you and I want to continue seeing you. I want to see if our relationship will grow. I want to go slow because we have to get to know each other very, very well. I want to be sure. And I’m sure you probably feel the same way. After all, you suffered an enormous deception. You had known your wife all your life, right? And look how little you really knew about her after all. I’m not afraid of risk, Charlie, but I do believe in looking before I leap.”
“That’s fine, Gina. I agree with you. But I have to confess that I have already begun to miss you during the week. I think about you a lot and I can hardly wait to see you on the weekend.”
Charlie ordered espressos and Gina looked at him tenderly and said, “Charlie, why don’t you come back up to Philly tomorrow? We can do something simple. Maybe go to a park, walk around, feed the ducks, and have some lunch.”
“You’re on, Gina. I’ll be back up here at noon. Trattoria again?”
“For the time being, yes. Is that OK Charlie?”
“Sure, I think my car can get there on automatic pilot by now!”
Gina laughed.
They left the restaurant, flagged down a cab, and went as usual back to where Charlie’s car was parked. “Well, here we are again, Gina. I hate to have to leave, but I’ll be back tomorrow at noon – same time, same station.” Gina’s eyes were misty and when he turned to kiss her good night, she grabbed him and kissed him with passion. Charlie responded and when they separated both were breathing hard. “You’re wonderful Charlie, I just hope I am not dreaming. I really do think you are wonderful.”
“Don’t worry, Gina. I won’t do anything to hurt you and I certainly do not want to leave you.” He smiled and added, “and you don’t intimidate me either.”
She smiled back. “See you tomorrow, Charlie”
IX
Thus began Charlie’s weekend sojourns to Philly. Charlie accompanied Gina to art shows, book signings, theater, concerts, and sometimes they just had dinner together. He would go up on Saturdays and again on Sundays. They would go for Sunday brunch at one of the hotels and then walk around Olde Towne or one of the city’s parks.
This was when Shoreville started noticing Charlie’s absences. He would miss the occasional softball practice on Saturday. To have his house in order, and no longer able to organize on weekends he took to organizing during the week. He missed a couple of league nights at the bowling alley.
While grocery shopping after work one evening he ran into Tony Mazza. “Charlie, you missed softball practice on Saturday. I called your house but there was no answer. I didn’t bother to leave a message on the machine. You OK?”
“Yeah, Tony, I’m fine. I went up to Philly for an art show. I needed to get out of town. I’ve been too much of a shut-in since the divorce and I just wanted to do something different.”
“But you can’t miss practice, Charlie. Jeez, we might take the league trophy this year. The guys missed you.”
“I know, I’m sorry Tony, but I just had to get out. I’d been using my weekends just to straighten out the house, do laundry, go shopping, and all that kind of stuff. You guys have your kids and your wives. I just got tired of the routine and being shut in the house.”
“Bill Gallagher said he bet you found some gal.”
“Oh, Bill is full of shit, Tony. He sits around listening to Sharon talking about how I need a wife and a life. It’s none of his damned business if I found a girlfriend or not. For your information, I haven’t but don’t tell Bill. Just let him run his mouth and don’t tell him anything. He passes everything on to Sharon and she’s the biggest gossip in town. If he asks you anything, just tell him you don’t know.”
“You missed bowling night last Wednesday too, Charlie. Philly?”
“No, Tony, just extra work from the office and accumulated stuff around the house. I wanted to go, but I just had too much to do. I got promoted at Shaw and for the first time I had to take some stuff home,” Charlie lied “it couldn’t be helped.”
“I thought you swore you’d never take the office home with you.”
“I did, but the new job required that I make some changes in my routine and I got kind of backed up a little. No sweat, Tony, I won’t be doing that kind of stuff on a regular basis. I just need to get a new rhythm going. Know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I guess. Just try not to abandon your buddies. OK?”
“Right, Tony. I’ll see ya’ around.” Charlie and Tony each continued his shopping. Tony had a long list from his wife and couldn’t be standing around talking. Charlie wondered if he had given Tony a plausible story. He was not ready to talk about Gina to folks in Shoreville. The whole town would know about it in a matter of hours and his privacy would go to hell. He needed the privacy and the space to develop his relationship with Gina. He would tell the town when he was good and ready. Besides, what if it didn’t work out with Gina? Then he would have to put up with another wave of sympathy and renewed dinner invitations. He didn’t need it. Tony Mazza was an old friend. He would probably chalk off Charlie’s absence to his bachelor’s life and think nothing more of it. Bill Gallagher was another matter. He was a busybody and told Sharon everything. Charlie finished his grocery shopping, checked out and went home to put away his purchases.
Unlike Charlie, Gina did not have to and did not want to keep her friendship with Charlie such a secret. Her tight circle of friends knew about Charlie and was supportive. She told her uncle that their regular Sunday brunch might suffer and that she would stop by after Sunday Mass instead of having a leisurely late morning brunch. Her uncle was supportive but appropriately concerned. However, he trusted and deferred to Gina’s judgment and agreed to stay in the background for a while. He told her that she should decide when to bring Charlie by to meet him. He added that if she had any problems with her “Irish” she had only to tell him.
Gina would call Charlie a couple of times a week. They would talk about their respective activities. Charlie would tell her his Fred Perkins stories and Gina would both laugh and commiserate. “How do you stand that guy, Charlie? He’s a real piece of work and most unpleasant.”
Charlie would laugh. “He just thinks he’s tough, Gina. He is really a pretty good professional and doesn’t need the unpleasant façade. But, it’s just his nature. He has probably always been a bully and he doesn’t know any other way to relate to people. Sometimes I feel bad for the guy, but that doesn’t mean I give him any space. If you stay ahead of him, he can’t get to you. The guys I work with just get terrified even before he opens his mouth and that’s all he needs.”
“Why don’t you just leave Shaw, Charlie? Maybe you could move to Philly…”
“I’m not ready for that, Gina. My Dad worked at Shaw for 30 years. It killed him and I have something to prove to both his memory and to myself. But, when the conditions are right, I might think about getting out of there. Besides, I still have my friends in Shoreville and until I met you, they were an important factor in my life. They stood by me after the divorce. I know their wives and their kids. They kept me busy when my marriage collapsed. They were good friends. I have to admit though that now that we have met, I have a fuller life and my need for their support is no longer so great. You’ve filled a big void, Gina.”
“I know what you are talking about Charlie. I feel the same way. We do have fun together, don’t we?”
They talked a little more and Charlie said he could hardly wait for the weekend. Gina said she was anxious to see him too, and said “Kisses, Charlie. I’ll see you Saturday,” and rang off.
Charlie didn’t know it, but Sharon Gallagher was already talking to people about Charlie’s “lost weekends”.