Somewhere Else

Chapter 2 - She's Ba-a-a-ack


Drue, Jen and Joey sat down at a table in the café. Coffee and muffins fulfilled the purpose of breakfast that particular Friday.

“I don’t see what there is to discuss,” Jen complained. “I’m not posing for your art class.” Joey had been taking these classes on the side, needing to get enough credits to graduate while pursuing her hobby.

Drue raised an eyebrow as Joey continued begging. “Please? You could make sixty bucks.”

“I don’t care.”

Drue interjected, “Is this about the human form?” Joey nodded. “Hmm, maybe you should, Jenny Penny. Why deprive the students of NYU of such an opportunity?”

“Why would you want other people, other guys for that matter, to see your girlfriend naked?”

“Because you have an amazing body?” He grinned, then added lewdly, “I need an excuse to see why Joey’s so interested in your participation. Maybe I’ll luck out and she’ll be all hot and bothered over the experience.”

That was rewarded with a punch in his arm from Jen and a glare from Joey.

As Joey and Drue argued, Jen was paying attention to the lady who just sat down. She was a short lady with long graying hair in a braid who came to this café every day. She slowly sipped her espresso while reading a newspaper. If Jen squinted, she could picture it was her grandmother sitting there. Grams could very easily be doing something resembling that back in the small town.

Joey snapped her fingers in front of Jen’s face, getting her back in the conversation. “You okay?”

Drue groaned, “Not again. You watch her practically every day. Why is that?”

“I wonder what her life’s like. She speaks fluent English; I’ve heard her chatting with the guy at the counter. Yet she reads La Repubblica.”

Joey looked over at her. There was something that seemed familiar. Maybe it was how she had such a welcoming demeanor. “Would you just go and talk to her? She’ll love to hear what you have to say.”

Jen rolled her eyes but obliged as she stood up and approached the table.

Drue shook his head. “How did that work for you and not me? I’ve been begging her for months.”

“Because those are the exact words she tells me when I’m in a club except for the opposite gender. Maybe she feels guilty about all the losers that have come out of it.” She shrugged, “So now that Jen’s away, when are you proposing to her?”

“I thought I’d do so on February 13th. That way, should this not work out, I won’t ruin Valentine’s Days in her future.”

“Leave it to you to get pessimistic regarding getting engaged.”

“Marriage is the beginning of the end of your life.” Drue took a bite from his muffin and offered Joey a shrug.

Joey snickered, “No wonder you two have survived this long.”

Jen returned to the table before Drue could reply. “How would you like a dinner at an upscale restaurant?”

“That depends why. Does it involve annoying your parents again?”

“Um, no.” Jen blushed as she recalled the ways she’d used him in the past in bouts of revenge.

“Actually, I suggested it.” The Italian lady interrupted, her accent carrying through the air. “I see you two here together often. It would be a different experience.” She patted Drue on the shoulder to emphasize her point.

Jen grinned at that. She’d been trying to think of a way to propose to him and saw this as a golden opportunity. “Rita, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Drue and my friend Joey.”

“Joey?” Rita inquired. “That’s a unique name.”

“It’s short for Josephine.”

“Ahh, Josephina. Bellisima. One of my daughters has that as a middle name. Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly hurt business either.”

Jen chimed in excitedly, “Her husband and her son co-own the restaurant. Rita’s the hostess.”

“It’s a family affair. Some are cooking, some are waiting tables. They’re all around.”

Drue replied, “Sounds just like…” He was interrupted by Joey kicking him in the shin.

Joey continued as if she was finishing his sentence, “…a wonderful close-knit family.” Now she knew why the lady seemed familiar. She’d seen a photo of Rita in her own home, as a matter of fact. That meant that the family wasn’t entirely the way it sounded.

Rita smiled warmly, “That’s more or less true. There aren’t many cohesive family units nowadays.” She didn’t notice Joey’s frown but it did catch Drue’s attention. Jen was too enthralled with her manner to detect anything abnormal. “If you want, I could reserve you a table. It can get very busy.”

Jen exclaimed, “That would be great. Wouldn’t it, sweetie? Or, could even consider a double date…” If she picked the right date, she could get Pacey in town so she was among friends when popping the question.

“Oh, no you don’t, Jennifer Lindley!” Joey scolded.

Rita held onto Joey’s wrist, startling her. “Actually, it would be wonderful if you could. You have to take advantage of any opportunity. A dinner among friends is worth savoring.”

Joey protested, “This should be a romantic dinner, not one with tagalongs.”

Jen kidded, “Haven’t you realized a referee is required?” To Rita, she replied, “I see us needing a table for four in the near future. Maybe even this Friday night.” Jen winked at Rita while Joey groaned in defeat.

“That could be arranged.” She checked her watch. “I have to open today. But I’m sure I’ll see you again before then to settle on details. Or…” She dug through her purse until she found a business card and handed it to Jen. “You can call me. I normally make the reservations anyway so it shouldn’t be a problem. Have a nice day.”

Jen smiled, shaking her hand, “Thank you. You too.”

When Rita left, Drue gave Joey a dirty look. “What the hell did you kick me for?”

“I can’t believe you two were buying that bullshit!” Joey exclaimed.

Jen cooed, “Oooh, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed today? Or should I say, every day.”

“Do you have any clue who she is?”

“Huh?”

“Check out the business card.”

Jen finally checked the card. She then realized there was a significant problem. “You knew?! And you let me make a fool of myself?”

“No, not at first. But as she began talking, especially about the family business, it clicked.”

“How long has it been?”

“My understanding is they haven’t talked since before we met him. They talk through relatives because his dad is such an asshole. He knows the address, yet doesn’t give a shit.”

“Do you think Rita knew who we were?”

“That would depend what information his siblings provide.”

Drue was lost as to what the ladies were talking about. He propped his head on his hand, watching them discuss this.

Joey continued, “It’s a shame we can’t get him here this early in the morning. I mean, he gets home from work about three in the morning. There’s no way he’d come here at 9 without a very good lie. I’m not sure it would be worth it. He obviously won’t set foot in the restaurant; the whole family would be ready to attack.”

“Here’s what we’ll do. We will have a dinner there and sneak Charlie into the conversation. His mom, after all, has no problem hearing second-hand information about her son. Maybe he’ll get that job with the reputable play he’s been practicing. After all, ‘The Incredibly Disappearing Budget Extravaganza with Special Guest The Script Holes’ has to be closing soon. Rita seems rather cultured so it could work.”

Joey nodded, “Parents, despite what they say, want their children to be successful and happy.” She then rescinded that remark, “The possibility of one out of two ain’t bad.”

* * * * *


Lisette was laid out on Pacey’s bed getting her feet massaged. Pacey’s attention, meanwhile, was on the hockey game on television.

“I’m thinking it’s time to be more settled. We’re about to graduate yet I feel my life is more chaotic now than ever. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I mean, how are we supposed to make such life-altering decisions when we have no idea what alterations are necessary to have a life?” She stopped talking and began writing it down on the pad in her lap. “That’s good.”

She was interrupted by the phone ringing. Pacey shot up quickly, crawling over Lisette to get to the phone. “Witter and Donnelly residence. No outside invitations accepted.”

A polite male voice replied, “Hello there.” Pacey let out a sigh, realizing it was Michael. He’d been waiting for Jen’s call. She sent him an email regarding dinner plans and promised to call later.

“Oh, hey, Mike. Jack’s not home yet.”

“Sorry to bother you.” Pacey hung up the phone, annoyed that he had gotten up for that, and tried to settle back in position. Lisette was now sitting up, observing him.

“Should I be bothered that you were more eager to answer the phone than talk to me?”

“Sorry,” Pacey replied sheepishly. “I was expecting a call from Jen. She wants me to be at dinner Friday night. It seems there may finally be a proposal.”

Lisette forced a smile, knowing that none of this interested her. “So this is definite?”

“She got reservations for four at a ritzy restaurant. Apparently, Joey will be there as well.”

“Joey.” Lisette spat out. “How convenient.”

“Lissie, that’s not necessary.” It was no secret that she didn’t like hearing about Joey. She didn’t want to hear about any of the, as she phrased it, “New York Lifers.” This wasn’t a one-sided dislike either; it was rather close to mutual abhorrence.

She got into a disagreement with Jen the first time they met over her self-centered nature. Jack would desperately look for excuses to be out of the room when she was around; today he supposedly wanted to type up an assignment rather than handwrite it, thereby missing Michael’s call. The difference was that they no longer bothered to voice those opinions to Pacey since they knew Lisette was an important part of his life. Lisette, in turn, made no such effort, especially not in regard to Joey.

“I don’t understand your friends. They don’t take us seriously as a couple. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“A little,” Pacey admitted. “But you shouldn’t care what they think. I can tell Jen to make it a party of five.” He didn’t really want to make that call, so he thought quickly of a way out of it. “Though I know you have a deadline of Saturday morning for your column.”

“I could work there. But you’re right. This is already a tough column.” Lisette held up her notepad. “I only have a hundred words so far. You go ahead and, hopefully, celebrate.” She patted his thigh, assuring him that she didn’t mind, then got up. “I have to head to the bathroom.”

Pacey resumed watching the hockey game, wondering how the Canadiens could had scored two goals off the Bruins in the time he’d been talking to her. He hadn’t immediately realized Lisette didn’t return until fifteen minutes later. He called out, “Lissie?” When there was no answer, he headed for the bathroom and knocked on the door. No reply. He turned the latch and entered to see the other door open as well. Groaning, he tapped on the door.

Frank and Lisette were gathered around Frank’s desk. When they heard the tapping, they quickly turned around. “Sorry, hon.”

“No problem.”

Frank remarked, “Hon? She’s your girlfriend?” He looked from Lisette to Pacey and laughed. “I’m sorry, I can’t picture it.”

Lisette giggled, as she joked. “I know you were hoping I’d be all yours.”

“Well, the semester has just started. I’ll wear you down easily.” He backed that up with smirk in Pacey’s direction. “You never know when it’ll happen but you’ll realize you need a real guy.”

To Pacey, Lisette apologized, “I started talking to your neighbor about the upcoming party at McGinley’s. Then I got preoccupied with his collection of bumper stickers.” She lifted up the binder on the desk as proof.

“Naturally.” Pacey sighed, not having a clue why that would excite anyone. A group of band logos from various music stores hardly seemed enough to get anyone’s attention.

Frank replied, “So McKinley’s is a regular hangout?”

“I used to go there in the past. When I’d be willing to drink the weekends away. Then I realized that wasn’t the best way to live life. Occasionally, I’ll return there when there’s a music act I’m interested in hearing.”

“If you’ll be there, I’ll make sure to make an appearance.” The phone rang, interrupting him. He answered, “You’ve got me.”

Whatever the person on the other side said must have annoyed him because he snapped, “Do I really need to hear this?” Frank looked up, remembering Lisette and Pacey were still in the room. “Okay, Lisette and um, other guy…”

Pacey corrected him, angrily, “Pacey. Or Lisette’s boyfriend. Either is fine.”

“Yeah, Lisette and Pacey. Whatever. I need to take this so I’ll see you around. Hopefully, not together.” Lisette dragged Pacey out of the room before he could say anything more. Frank resumed his phone conversation, “Okay, you’ve got my attention.”

“Pacey? Does Pacey Witter live there?”

“Yeah, why? You know him?”

The caller replied, “Well, it’s an unusual name. It just sounded familiar. So you like this Lisette?”

“She’s rather hot. Why you ask?”

“I see an annoying jealous and possessive boyfriend. She’ll be free in a month.”

“You sure? You don’t even know these people.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“So, Abby, what made you decide to call me? Did your family tell you to remind me why I’m stuck at this school? Isn’t it bad enough you led me back home?”

“I just wanted to know how you were doing. You see me as the enemy whereas I just want to make sure you enjoy your stay here. I’ll help you out in any way I can. If it’s to get this girl interested in you, then that’s my purpose.”

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