A loud clang pulled me to the service of a deep dream, and all at once I was painfully aware of the afternoon sun screaming in my face. I tried to open my eyes but they refused, the hangover still grasping at my mind. My whole body felt like lead, and every time I tried to move I could hear a loud crack of my bones desperately trying to get to their rightful positions. I tried to inhale and unintentionally swallowed saw dust from the real wooden floors, only adding to the pain of my stomach that was full of alcohol. The sawdust was choking my dry throat, though when I tried to cough I could feel the little amount of pressure needed to rid my body of the booze.
Finally I was able to work my eyes into squinting around to look upon these new surroundings. This wan’t my house, that I knew. Around me seemed to be the kitchen lined with various cupboards, what I could tell was a stove, and a screen door that looked out onto the corn fields far behind the house. In the yard I could see the grand outline of a tree, with a small rope swing dangling from its branches. It all looked so familiar….
“Rachel!” I inhaled again, but too abruptly opening the weak gates holding back a stomach now full of alcohol and sawdust. With all my might I leaped to a standing position, and tripped out the back door onto the lawn as the booze did its best to escape my abused body. Out on the grass I was left helplessly on all fours, hurling uncontrollably. When my body felt satisfied and rid of the poison I scooted back in the grass dropping my head in my hands. I used my shirt sleeve to wipe off some of the vomit from my mouth, my favorite plaid shirt now ruined. My jeans seemed to be in a presentable state, but I groaned discovering that someone had taken my boots. Or maybe I had done that? All I wanted to do was sprint down Rocks point Ave. until I got to the main square of Charlevoix, but my body was worthless. What happened last night? Did I see her? The reel of my mind was fuzzy, and I kept going back in forth through the images. All I could remember was a giant bottle of whisky, Red pulling me from a fight, and then….Oh God.
Suddenly I remember it. Somehow I had escaped Red’s grasp in an effort to drag me home, but all I could think of was Rachel. The poison had gotten to my head, taking over my body. I had to find her, I had to know and I wasn’t going to wait anymore. The image was starting again in my head, stumbling up the stairs of the front porch and storming into the house. I heard protests by other members of her family, but I paid no attention, the Whisky was in control now. Clambering down the hall, my lead-filled feet caused me to fall knocking over something; a vase? I was yelling her name yet she was right in front of me standing over the stove in the kitchen. Even when I was dead drunk I still was astounded by her natural beauty. Poised, with her colossal eyes the color of Lake Michigan in the summer, fixed on me, full of anger and curiosity. She didn’t move, even as her father rushed in to wrangle me out of my drunken stupor.
Still I stared her hair still golden like the sun and it fell in gentle curls on her shoulders. Then the reel stopped and I was still sitting in the grass on the brisk fall day, not knowing if I had only dug myself deeper in the problems I had already created. My arms were propped up, supporting my elbows, and since my head was still swimming I let it rest on my forearms to block the sun that was slowing falling behind the trees. Just then a long shadow crept its way across the ground in front of me. I looked up and there she stood in all her glory; Rachel.
“What the hell do you think you’re still doing here? Didn’t you embarass me enough last night??” She was even more intimidating now in work clothes, her sleeves rolled up and her dress was covered by an apron, now dirty from a full day’s work. A bucket of water dangled carelessly at her side and I was afraid that is contents might end up on me.
“Look..” My voice came out raspy and low. “I had too much to drink and-”
“Thats right you had too much to drink! I think fish drink less than you do. And then to just barge into my house like that! Daddy had half a mind to get the shotgun and shoot you there on the spot.” I couldn’t even look at her now, the missing pieces of the reel were painfully coming to light; I think I preferred not knowing what happened.
“Did I..say anything to you?” I glanced up to meet her gaze, but she was staring off past me. She was far away, and here I am just a drunk nuisance taking up space on her daddy’s property.
Finally she answered, “Yes.”
“Oh God…” I already knew what was coming next.
“All you kept asking was why? Why? You were so far gone, at first I couldn’t even understand what you were asking me. But you just repeated it over and over.” She still didn’t look at me, just let her eyes gaze over the cornfiels rocking gently in the wind, the dried husks issuing a soft symphony all around us. God I loved fall. Coming back to reality she set down the water bucket, letting her eyes fall to the ground.
“Is that it?” I prayed that it was.
“No…right before you passed out on the kitchen floor you looked me in the eyes, and said ‘I love you.'” At this she finally looked at me, and our eyes met. I could see the gentleness again, a hint of love still reserved in her heart for me. For a split second I saw it, then her eyes glazed over with the familiar shield.
“You better go, I told daddy I’d have you off the property before he and mama got back from their business in town.”
“Rachel we can’t just leave things like this again, you just ended it and I never knew…” My throat became swollen, but my anger I had left to grow was now overtaking me. It wasn’t the whiskey anymore, it was me and she had to face it. “Look I love you and you know that. And I know at one point you loved me! It doesn’t have to be complicated if you would just tell me what changed. Love doesn’t dissapear in a day, or in a few months from what I’ve discovered. Now why? Just tell me why and I’ll leave. Even if I have to wait till your daddy gets home, I’ll risk it.” Confidence had stirred up and me and I was able to stand tall, even without my boots on, grasping her arms forcing her to confront what she had tried to push away for so long.
She was silent again. I tried to meet her gaze, but she was worlds away, keeping from me the only hope I had. I waited, even as I could feel the cool evening wind rustling through the countryside.
“I know where your boots are.” Is all she said, and she began to walk across the lawn towards the cornfields.
A creaky red barn sat as the divider between the rust-colored fields and the back lawn. Rachel heaved open the gate leading into the den, it groaned in protest. We walked inside and I could feel the blush start to rise in my cheeks; and even though Rachels back was to me I knew she remembered all those nights we had snuck out here together after dinner, after her parents had thought I had left for the evening.
“Jason?” Her brow was creased in either confusion or annoyance. “Did you hear me?” She was pointing up to something in the loft, that was covered in a thick layer of hay. Looking up I saw my boots, sitting on top of the highest rafter in the loft. “Sorry, daddy was a little more than just angry with you last night.”
All I could do was laugh, “How do I get them?”
She smiled slightly, and just shrugged.
I went over and climbed the ladder to the loft. My boots sat taunting me, so I tried jumping to reach them. That proved fatal as my stomach growled in protest. After a few minutes of searching for something to use to reach my boots, my stubbed toe found the ladder Rachel’s father had purposfully hidden. It only took a minute to retreive my boots and then hide the ladder again, I knew I was playing with fire with Rachels father but I couldn’t resist. Once back down the ladder where Rachel stood waiting I said, “Rachel you have to tell me.” She turned around, and again I was caught in admiring the way her hair fell in perfect curls down her back.
“Jason you won’t understand.”
“Like hell I wont!” I yelled, my anger boiling over again. Rachel whirled around, her astounding eyes now becoming watery. “Rachel I’m sorry, please-”
“I’m moving away…” Her voice was hollow, and suddenly it felt like the whole world was tilting.
“What?…”
“Daddy’s crops have been real bad the last season, and he can’t afford to pay the rent…We’ve had to tighten our belts the last year just to try and keep things going. Weilders crops have been out selling ours by a mile, and we just can’t afford to stay here anymore.”
Each word she said was like a bullet to me, I tried breathing in but my lungs didn’t seem able to work anymore. Still she continued, “Daddy has a brother out in Chicago who can take us in till he finds another job. They need me Jason, now more than ever. And ever since my sister ran off with that no-nothing bum from San Francisco its up to me to help them through this.”
“Rachel…I could have helped your dad. Worked for free, lent him money, anything!”
“It wouldn’t have done any good, Daddy’s business has been sinking really quickly. When they told me it was going under, I knew that meant we’d have to leave. Thats why I ended things with you, I had hoped my dissapearing from your life would just make things easier and you’d move on. You’re a wonderful man Jason, I knew you’d be able find someone-”
“Damnit Rachel I don’t want someone else, I want you. Thats it.” For the first time the whole afternoon she really looked at me, she was so strong even on the brink of being bankrupt. It was that strength and passion I always loved, aspects of her personality that seemed to radiate and bound into those around her.
Then all of a sudden she whispered, “I love you.”
It was difficult but I worked myself to the bone to get Rachel’s father back on his feet, though Rachels parents still moved to Chicago after her and I were married. It was a short wedding, but it was the happiest day of my life. The farm was our project, and though I worked as a ranch hand for another estate, Rachel and I did our best to get the crops going again. The road was narrow and rocky, but in the end we accomplished what was thought impossible. The crops were flourishing again, and Rachel’s parents could move back to their hometown of Charlevoix, Michigan. The world was right again, and it only took ten years.