Cash starts to roll his sleeves up his forearms and pops the top button of his shirt open. He isn’t sure what she means, but he nods. God knows he wasn’t prepared for this, he had every worst case scenario in mind for tonight, all of them but the one that actually happened.
“My dad always wanted to be a pilot, he was already in the Air Force when the Vietnam War started. I was created when my dad got a Liberty pass and came back to visit my mother. My dad never got to fly because he kept knocking heads with his superior, so he switched jobs and spent the rest of the war fixing B-25 bomber jets then Nixon started shipping us back home. He got back in time for my fourth birthday.” Cash expected to talk a lot, but this is the most he’s talked in an entire night.
“So where was I? Yes. My dad started working downtown at the joint base, doing the same thing: wrenching on aircraft. We lived on West Piccadilly Street, David’s parents live five houses down from my parents as you probably already knew… holy shit.” Who knows how many times they were on the same street at the same time, she would have been a child and he doesn’t want to think about that.
“We lived on West Pic, and your mother’s house was around the corner on Robin Street, that’s right. Our families went to church together, Dave and I would ride our bikes around the block to hang out with Esther since we could ride without training wheels. I’d steal the lemons from your grandmother’s lemon tree…” Things keep clicking into place and Cash absolutely hates it.
“The three of us were inseparable for a while. You can probably fill the blanks: we got older, puberty and all that. We both had crushes on Esther, I just asked her out sooner than he did. We were fourteen, things between the three of us felt the same, life went on, I just spent more time with Esther without Dave around. Then my dad gets orders to work in Guam to teach — I was sixteen — I hated my dad for months. Esther and I broke up; life went on. I didn’t see your parents for a while, and then after that, I would run into them occasionally but nothing crazy – I haven’t seen your brother since he was a toddler.” He can’t think of anything else.
Ashley listens attentively as Cash speaks, and while she does enjoy hearing and learning more in depth about his childhood and past, it’s mixed in with hurt. Every mention of something that she knows, like her grandparents’ homes, makes her stomach twist into knots, and she knows that her face is a mask of unhappiness. She can’t hide it, and doesn’t even bother trying.
“From age fourteen to sixteen…” she mumbles, trying to wrap her head around that piece of information. It makes her chest and stomach hurt too much to pursue that thought so she shuts it down. Ashley really, really doesn’t want to ruin Cash’s special night. She partly blames her father for all of this, for forcing the issue when it wasn’t appropriate. And she does understand that there was no way of Cash knowing that he grew up with her parents. But she’s still hurt, though Ashley knows she’s mature enough to put things aside for the man she loves. At least for one night.
“Thank you for telling me, Cash. I… I still have a lot of questions. Or well, I don’t know if that’s right. But I do have so much on my mind. I know right now isn’t appropriate.” She shakes her head, fishing a tissue out of her purse so she can dab at her eyes and cheeks, being careful of her makeup. “Tonight is about you and your hard work. We can talk more after the gala. And after I’ve had more time to absorb everything.”










