Italian Hillbilly-Final Chapter
Chad just shook his head looking down at the stirring wheel, “I’m sorry, yes I do have a girlfriend but…we have been arguing a lot and I told her we needed to take some time apart. I would have never brought you up here if I knew she was here with her friends,” he said most sincerely, “I’ll take care of this…” he unlock the door and no sooner did he get out and close the door, I locked it. Hey, as far as I’m concerned, you’re on your own. I have never, in my life, fought over a man and I had no intentions of doing so now.
Good thing I did lock the door, for his girlfriend immediately tried to leap over the hood to get at me. Chad tried to block the door, but boy did he get the tar smacked out of him for doing so! Although, I would have to say to his credit, he never laid a hand on her but he fought like the dickens to block her swings. Finally, she just broke out in tears yelling, “How could you do this to me.” In the meantime, while they were going back and forth I looked at Jenny and said, “I thought Melinda said, Mark and Chad wasn’t seeing anyone or that they wouldn’t give anyone a second look? I never thought this was going to happen.” Mark then said, “Chad dated Sherry for about 3 years, she lives in another part of town. Her father isn’t going to like this, he’s a judge.” Jenny and I immediately looked at one another and said, “Grrrrreat!”
Soon I heard Sherry yell, “You didn’t tell me you wanted to see other people!” as Chad tried to explain that was not his intentions when he said he wanted time apart either, but that this current situation just happened. That’s when Sherry just pulled away and said, “I don’t want to hear it! You make me sick!” and stormed off…Chad turned and walked back to the car door saying, “You can unlock the door now.”
As Chad got back into the car he looked at me and said, “I know you're upset but rather than stay here I would like to go back to my mom and dad’s house so we can talk. Besides mom and dad want to meet you and Jenny.” “That’s fine Chad," I said.
When we walked into Chad’s house his mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table and were all grins. Chad’s father was the first to stand and greet us saying, “Ok, which one of the two of you broke the water pipes at the school?” I looked up and said, “It wasn’t my fault. I mean, what would you have done if you had a gross bumble bee wedged in your sandal?” Chad’s parents busted out in laughter over my question, which in turn made me laugh. We sat and talked for a while when Chad mentioned he would like to steal me away to talk to me, he grabbed my hand and led me outside. No sooner did we get outside, Chad wrapped his arms around me and apologized over what happened. I pulled away and said, “Chad, I’m sorry too. I truly think you are a gem, and if things were different I would…” That was when Chad said, “I really like you and I want to know you better,” as I continued to say we could be nothing more than just friends. It broke my heart, but the realization was just that for we lived in separate states. I thought I was going to cry…As Chad said, “Just promise me one thing that you will stay in contact with me when you leave. I leave for college this fall, I would like to write you and stay in touch,” as I said I would love to keep in touch with him. He then asked when I was leaving Tennessee. “In a couple days” I said.
Well, to make a longer story shorter the remaining couple days were quiet, with the exception of Jenny’s brother coming home and chasing us up a tree to “ram his boot up our …” On the day we left Tennessee, Chad and his brother came by and spent the entire day with us as we said our farewells which was harder than I thought.
When I got back home my father asked, “So how was your trip?” I look at him and said, “I would trade anything in the world to stay at that cabin. I can only hope I’ll get invited again.” But, after thinking about my week there, I thought to myself, would they have me? I called Jenny immediately and said, “You have to promise me I will be able to go with you again to Tennessee.” Jenny did so, and it came to pass, every time she went to Tennessee to visit granny there I was too. Soon her granny became my granny, someone I grew to love and cherish with all my heart.
As the years passed Chad and I continued our contact through periodic letters. Later, after I was married, my father stopped by to visit bringing a letter addressed to me from Chad, laughing he said, “Will these letters ever stop, you know you're married now.” I didn’t open it right away; in fact I didn’t open it until the following morning when I was by myself. It read, “I often think about this young Italian hillbilly I once knew, and if she is still available I would like to marry her.” I laughed to myself, for he was always writing silly things like that, as I took out a piece of paper and wrote, “To my hillbilly best friend, someone beat you to the punch...Sorry.” I slipped the note into an envelope and thought, now where did I place those stamps?
I went into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, with envelope in hand, before starting my search for the stamps. When all of a sudden my husband came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “When was the last time I told you I loved you?” Joking around I said, “I can’t remember…” As he turned me around to face him saying, “Well, let me tell you now…I love you…Now for my second question, have we ever made love in the kitchen?” As I tried to push him back I said, “No, and we aren’t going to, the kitchen is no place for something like that!” As I watched him pull open one of the drawers, I was cornered into, taking out a spatula and smacking on the counter with a devilish grin on his face saying, “Oh, but it can be fun.” “You are mentally ill!” I said, “Stop it, hon...I’m not joking…stop it”
Later that day, after sanitizing the kitchen floor, I stopped and thought…my letter. I went into the kitchen searching everywhere, no letter. I ran for the hamper, did I stick it with our clothes without thinking? As I was digging through the hamper I heard my husband’s voice behind me, “What are you looking for?” I was caught off guard for he was supposed to be at work. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” “Na,” he said, “Went into the office and told them I was taking the day off, thought we can do something together today.” “Oh” I said, “I was just looking for a letter I seemed to have misplaced.” My husband then said, “This letter? Or this one?” as he stood there holding both letters in his hand. “You snake! You mean to tell me that whole kitchen thing was just so you can get your hands on my letter?” “Thought I would save you the postage,“ he said, “Besides I’m right here. Which brings me to my second question…You were suppose to write back saying you would marry me, what do you mean someone beat me to the punch?”