Anything but Minor
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Authors: Kate Stewart
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Excerpt from Match This! by MJ Fields
ANYTHING BUT MINOR
Copyright © 2016 Kate Stewart
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For Patty Tennyson, Charleston, and my hero, John Hughes...but mostly for Patty Tennyson. Thank you for being the amazing friend you are. I love you.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re just about ten minutes outside of Charleston. Current conditions are sunny and seventy-three degrees. We hope you’ve enjoyed your flight. Please keep your seatbelts fastened as we prepare for landing. We know you have a choice in air travel, and we appreciate you flying with us.”
Seconds later, a more muffled Darth Vader order was barked at a faster speed.
“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.”
Freedom.
That was the only thought that crossed my mind after my mother’s unexpected, tearful, and mortifying goodbye at the Ohio airport.
“Remember your virtue. It’s the most sacred thing a woman has,” she said as she eyed the man behind me with distaste.
“Mom, don’t start this,” I said as she looked me over with threatening tears. I’d never had the heart to tell her. At twenty-four, I hadn’t been a virgin for years. She’d raised me to wait for marriage. I’d let Brian Callahan lift my skirt instead. A move I regretted, but I’d been far too curious.
“You keep yourself safe,” she urged again as she looked around us for any sign of disorder. My mother, though nurturing at times, had the bedside manner of Carrie’s mother from that terrifying Stephen King movie. Though I was never beaten for menstruating or locked in a closet to pray, she’d sheltered me to the point of almost making me wear a chastity belt to my senior prom. It had been a miracle she’d even let me go. Though I’d never been much for breaking the rules, due to her constant harping and paranoia, I was convinced I would burn in hell for taking a hit off a joint at a senior party, which I snuck out to attend.
And when I lost my virginity, I was even more convinced my soul had no safe haven to depart to. It was only months later that I realized if I didn’t remove myself from her iron grasp, I too would start to reach that level of crazy.
She wasn’t so much religious as she was paranoid. She feared everything and everyone and was always sure she could find a motive in someone else’s kindness. She remained unmarried after my runaway father divorced her when I was five. I knew I was all she had, but I had to get away. I’d only remained well-rounded due to my movie mothers: M’Lynn, Clairee, Truvy, and Ouiser from the movie
Steel Magnolias
...and, well,
Uncle Buck
.
College was a five-year blur. I rarely ventured from my dorm room at Cornell. It took all of those five years of school and even a few more years of flight time to slip into my newer, less terrified self. College had only salvaged me until summer hit, and I’d ended up right back in hell: Dayton, Ohio.
If I wanted any semblance of a normal life, I had to move far away from her, where I wouldn’t feel like I had to report my every move.
No,
this
freedom would be completely different, and the cloudless, neon blue sky through the rectangle window to my right told me so. I pulled up the forecast on my iPhone as soon as the crew announced it was safe and saw that sunny skies would be a constant for the next week. True spring was in full swing in the south and a far cry from the bipolar weather from which I came.
I’d just left the dreary, bleak slosh of my former life behind and quickly discarded the thick sweater I’d boarded the plane with. Charleston had mild to non-existent winters, beautiful sandy beaches, and was now my home.
That alone was enough to sell me on the move.
That and the fact that I would be one of a few manning the entire flight simulation program at the newly built Boeing plant.
They say all good things come to those who wait, and as I deplaned and began walking toward the exit, all I could think about was that I’d waited long enough. I’d been dying in a gray hell, longing for a taste of everything for as long as I could remember, and I would take a bite out of it all. I’d spent too many years of my life living vicariously through movies.
That day and every day that followed would be the best days of my life.
I saw my new Prius make its way down the circular lot at the airport entrance. I flagged the driver down, and as soon as he spotted me, he smiled and got out of the car to help me with my bags. He was an older man, mid-fifties with salt and pepper hair and kind blue eyes. He didn’t look like he’d missed a meal...his entire life. Carl was sweating like he’d just run a race as I reveled in the crisp spring air. I made a mental note to toss my sweater in the trash at home, as soon as I located...home.
“Ms. Blake?”
“That’s me. You must be Carl,” I said as he shook my hand with a smile.
“Call me Alice. Thank you for going out of your way to help me today.”
“No problem at all. I was happy to do it. So here she is,” he said as he pointed out a few features of my Toyota while he tucked my large suitcase safely in the trunk before handing me the keys.
“You can drive me back to the lot, and I’ll answer any questions you may have.”
“No need. I’ve researched it enough,” I said as I took the wheel and began syncing my iPhone.
“Just a few more papers to sign and it’s all yours,” he said with a slight southern lilt in his voice. I loved the accents associated with the south. So far, every single person I’d contacted in regards to my move had been nothing short of friendly and personable.
After buckling my belt and taking a look around the cabin, I asked for the address to the car lot and ordered Siri to start directing me.
“There’s really no need. I’m happy to give you directions,” Carl offered. I turned on the AC, despite being completely comfortable, and I saw his instant, but silent thank you.
“I’ll be relying on her quite a bit, so I need to make sure we get off to a good start,” I said, slightly uneasy.
He simply nodded. “You said you were working at the new Boeing plant, correct?”
“Yes, I start tomorrow.”
“Well, it’s less than a quarter mile from where we’re sitting. We’ll be driving by.”
“I know. I’ve researched that, too,” I said as I flushed slightly.
Google was my vice.
“New city, new job, this is an exciting time for you.”
“It certainly is,” I said as I listened to Siri guide us out of the airport. I spotted the plant, the place where I would be spending the majority of my time, making sure well-trained pilots lifted and landed safely. But I was far more fascinated by the palm trees playing peekaboo through the sunroof.
“I’ve never seen a palm tree,” I whispered in awe.
“Welcome to the Palmetto State.”
By the time I had made it to my new fully furnished condo, I was running behind to meet the realtor.