Y. Vonne Beck? Volume 2

By L. R. Gerstein

Y. Vonne Beck realizes rather quickly that their teenaged passion had dissolved years before. Even so, Ken's chance return gives Vonne peace of mind. Jonathan's biological father steps up to the plate and he graciously accepts the daunting task of co-parenting his son.

With her eyes wide open, Vonne lets herself feel Asher's love. Their affection for each other and their intimacy together strengthens daily. Most importantly, Jonathan adores Asher. But residual effects of his previous marriage rattle Vonne. Asher's ex-wife retained full custody of their three-year-old, the precocious Brianne—she lives in faraway Los Angeles with her mother and grandmother. Although he often speaks to his little one by phone, circumstance and Grandmother's machinations quash in-person visits and desperately wished-for alone time with his daughter.

Sharing child-rearing responsibilities with Ken affords Vonne the opportunity to accompany Asher on a business trip to L.A. Her steadfast belief that children need both of their parents motivates her to reconnect father and daughter. Vonne's stamina and tenacious drive overwhelm Asher. In a covert and risky gambit, she manages to lift an unscrupulous weight from his shoulders and return the joy of fatherhood, all in the course of a single day.

Love, marriage and happily-ever-after seem to be on track. But unforeseen evils are hard at work plotting to derail Asher and Vonne's happiness and throw them completely off course. Heartache blindsides them from every direction.

Physical and mental health issues threaten them both, and Vonne and Asher discover they have mountains to scale...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Mar 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780228810247

L. R. Gerstein

L. R. Gerstein grew up in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the eldest of six children. She lived a rather sheltered life with her mother, father and siblings. No one ever stepped outside of her parents' comfort zone or dared to venture beyond what was expected of them.Growing up with a passion for drawing and painting, she'd hoped to attend art college. The powers that be—her parents—fiercely objected, and without consideration redirected her to administrative studies.Ms. Gerstein married at twenty and gratefully found herself pregnant at twenty-one. Motherhood was fulfilling and rewarding—more so than studying that which disinterested her at community college, and she dropped out before graduating.Raising four children kept her on her toes 24/7. Life was hectic, chaotic at times, but always filled with love. When her children were grown and much more independent than she ever was, she decided to resurrect her adolescent passion. However, she quickly realized that her youthful, voracious appetite had diminished long ago.In the mid 1990s, something inside her sparked, flickered and lit a new creative path. The elements of composition in art had transformed within her and the written word flowed. A five-by-seven indigenous painting inspired a story. Her son, a student of film at the time, liked the idea and suggested she write a short, detailed outline. Some eight hundred pages later, her first novel was complete and she felt a quiet sense of accomplishment.With no formal training, she writes purely for pleasure. Y. Vonne Beck? is her second novel, a labour of love finished in 2003.As a busy wife, mother and grandmother, many obstacles—new life, illness, death, general annoyances—stood between her and publishing the book. With her life in a slower rhythm, now seems the right time to put it in print.She and her husband live well, and have managed to sustain their marriage of forty-seven years. They are well travelled and hope to continue their adventures.

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CHAPTER 1

Vonne fell asleep on the sofa using her coat as a blanket. Jonathan came home, entering quietly. He let his mother be until he had made dinner for both of them.

Mmm, thank you, my heart. This is great, Jon. Peanut butter sandwiches, potato chips and baby carrots. She didn’t tell him about seeing Asher.

The phone rang at six. Hi Dad! Jonathan perked up, always happy when Ken called. Mummy, he’s coming home, he shouted gleefully. Friday!

The day had really taken a toll on Vonne—she went to bed after dinner and slept for about an hour, until Jonathan called her to the phone. It’s Ruby.

They spent a good half hour talking. Vonne didn’t say a word about Asher. She wanted to keep the relationship, if it happened, under wraps for the time being.

When you’re up to going out, I met this new guy and I think you two would hit it off, Ruby babbled excitedly. He’s a dentist.

I think I’ll pass, Vonne said with confidence. Thanks anyway.

Hey, Ruby said defensively. That whole thing with Asher was his idea. I just went along with it, because I knew how much you liked him.

No, no. Vonne had a hint of laughter in her voice. There’s no excuse. You went along with his trickery. I admit he was very clever; in fact, funny, but I think you went along with it just because of who he is. How many people have you told?

No one. I swear on my grandmother’s life. Ruby raised her right hand. Kal… Asher, I mean, asked me not to. I know Cliff would never. It doesn’t matter anymore. Ruby did feel guilty. It’s all over with now. Right?

Vonne couldn’t answer her. She yawned. I have to sleep, Rube. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Jonathan did his homework and got himself ready for bed. He went to his mother for a kiss goodnight. You are the world’s best son, she praised, and kissed his cheeks, forehead and button nose. Please make sure all the lights are off, she asked as Jonathan left her room.

Vonne fell asleep with the phone beside her on the bed, hoping Asher would call. He didn’t.

CHAPTER 2

The phone rang after Jonathan left for school. It was too late when we finished last night, Asher said cheerfully. Did you sleep well?

Very, and you? Vonne sat relaxing in the easy chair with a cup of tea.

Better than in a long while. Asher sounded far away.

Where are you? she asked.

In the car on my way downtown. I’m on the speakerphone. Traffic sucks, he laughed. So talk to me.

Ken’s coming back Friday, Vonne said, then considered. I haven’t spoken to you in so long. Did I tell you about Ken?

Ruby did, he admitted hesitantly.

Vonne laughed. It’s okay, master of disguise, Ruby and I have come to an understanding about everything. She won’t be fixing me up anytime soon.

It’s good to hear you laugh, Asher chuckled. Vonne? He paused.

Yes, sir? She sipped her tea. What can I do for you?

Saturday’s my last show. We’re pitching the play to educators and producers from other provinces and the states. It’ll be an adult audience. Will you come? After, we can go out for dinner. Asher sounded anxious.

Don’t sound so worried. I’ll be there. Let me see to Jonathan. Vonne, curious about one thing, asked, How can you work on the movie and do the play?

We settled all that before we started shooting. It’s only the one night. Asher explained.

It must be exhausting, she said, finishing her tea.

I’ll be fine, he assured her. Especially knowing you’ll be there with me.

CHAPTER 3

Ken arrived at four o’clock. Hi. Vonne gave him a kiss hello. Jonathan should be home in about fifteen minutes. Come in.

Thank you. How are you? Ken spoke softly. Jonathan has told me about the incident with the dog.

Incident, is it? Vonne shook her head. I’m on the mend. We’ll leave it at that.

If I may… Ken sat down on the sofa. I would like to speak to you.

Sure, go ahead. Vonne eased herself into the easy chair. What is it?

Miki and I are to be married.

Congratulations. When?

You are not upset by this? He felt tense.

No, Vonne smiled. Honestly, Ken, I’m happy for you. Our relationship, way back when, was a stepping stone, a life experience. I’ll always love you. You were a true love. That year we spent together helped me through a difficult time. Your family let me see what a family should be. Your parents are model people. They’re giving. Speaking of parents, have you told them?

Yes. They were indeed shocked. My mother cried. I thought she was unhappy, then she told me she worried for you—how much you suffered.

Your mother is something else, Vonne smiled.

Perhaps you will allow me to introduce Jonathan to them. He seemed apprehensive.

You’re kidding, aren’t you? Vonne asked in disbelief. It would be wonderful if your parents would get to know Jon. They’re his grandparents. Why would you ask me such a foolish question? What about Miki, does she know?

Yes. You were right. She, too, was shaken, though after two days of not speaking to me, she accepted the fact. Ken smiled and covered his eyes, feeling a bit self-conscious. Vonne laughed a little.

Mum. Jonathan slammed the door. I’m home. Did my dad call yet?

No, I’m sorry, Jonathan, he didn’t call. Vonne laughed as Ken stood up. Jonathan ran to him. Ken picked him up for a big hug and kiss hello.

Jon laughed. You tricked me!

Ken ruffled his son’s beautiful head of hair. No, it was not a trick.

Wasn’t, don’t say was not, Jonathan said. It’s not cool.

Wasn’t, aisoku. I have… Ken said, then rethought his phrasing, I’ve missed you.

Me too. Can I sleep over? Jon asked without blinking an eye.

You should ask your mother. I thought we could all go out to dinner first, Ken smiled.

Jonathan is more than welcome to stay with you. Vonne walked to the kitchen and filled a glass with water.

I’ll be right back. She went to her bedroom and retrieved two extra-strength painkillers.

Are you all right, Mummy? Jonathan asked with great concern.

Not to worry, my heart. Would you mind if I took a rain check on dinner? Jonathan, you go with Ken. I need to lie down for a while," she explained.

No. Jon didn’t want to leave her. I’ll stay here, too.

We could order in, Ken suggested.

Sure, but, I still have to lie down. She went to her bedroom, then turned before closing the door. Jonathan, entertain your father.

Ken turned to his son. If we dress warmly, we still have some time to go to the park before dark.

Uh-unh, no way, Jonathan stated adamantly, dead-set against it. That’s where the dog almost killed my mother.

Killed? Ken smiled.

Jonathan spouted angrily, It’s not funny. The policeman shot the dog.

Ken gasped, absolutely horrified. You said the dog bit her.

Uh-unh. I told you… Jonathan glared at his father.

Come here, please. Ken reached for his son. You must tell me again from the beginning.

Jonathan relayed the incident as he remembered. Mummy said I’m a hero ‘cause I called 911.

Ken sat back in shock. You could have been hurt. He held Jonathan close to him.

Wanna play basketball? Noah will let me use his basketball net, Jonathan smiled.

I’d like that. Ken zipped his son’s coat to the top. We don’t want to catch cold.

Vonne had her nap. Ken and Jonathan went to the restaurant in the mall and ordered from the take-out menu. Vonne woke as they came home with the food and helped set it out on the table. Ken wanted to know more about the attack. Vonne cringed, reluctant to talk about it, though she did say, It was a freak accident. Dogs aren’t allowed to run free. This is something that will never happen again.

Are you in pain? Ken stared at her hat.

Sometimes. But that’s to be expected. The surgeon’s full of himself—he loves his work. Vonne laughed and smoothed the hat with her hands.

There is nothing humorous here, Ken stressed.

Jonathan, will you bring me a garbage bag, please. Thank you, aisoku.

She waited until he was out of earshot. Ken, please, I don’t want to talk about it. I laugh because I don’t want to cry, and I don’t want you to discuss it with our son. Taking him for the weekend would be the best distraction for him. I’m perfectly capable of being on my own.

Fair enough. Jonathan will spend tonight and tomorrow night with me at the condo. Ken smiled as Jonathan handed his mother the green garbage bag.

I think I should stay with you, Mummy.

I’m fine, Jon. But, I have an idea. If I need you, I’ll call you. Ken has a cell phone, so I can reach you at any time. Isn’t that right? She looked at Ken.

Yes.

Vonne handed him a pen and piece of paper. Go on, write the number. I promise you, my heart, if there is one little problem, I’ll call you.

Jonathan packed his bag under protest. However, he refused to go until the table and the kitchen had been cleaned and everything in its place. You’re an amazing son. Vonne held Jonathan. She hugged and kissed him, until he pushed her away. That’s my boy! she smiled.

He called his mother first thing in the morning. What time is it? Vonne looked at her alarm clock but couldn’t focus. The numbers appeared blurred.

Six-thirty, Jonathan said.

Uch, Vonne whined with annoyance. I’m fine, Jonathan. Go back to bed. I’ll call you later. She hung up.

Vonne lounged in bed, enjoying the quiet. Asher called at eleven. Mmm, she rolled to her side to answer the phone. Good morning.

Hey, he laughed. It’s almost noon. Are you in bed?

You betcha. Jonathan’s with Ken, and I can laze in bed all day if I want. Vonne rubbed the top of her head.

Laze? he teased. More like lazy.

You’re mean, she smiled.

Bud’s picking you up, Asher said.

Vonne had other ideas. No. I’m capable of taking the bus down.

No. I don’t want you tired and mopey, Asher argued.

Mopey? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Oh, keep your shirt on, lady, he laughed.

Not a problem. My shirt will stay buttoned to the neck, mister!

Seriously, Bud will be with his parents. They’re not far from you. Please don’t give me a hard time. He’s a nice guy.

Okay, what time? she asked again.

Sometime between a quarter to and six. Curtain’s at seven. See ya later, alligator. He laughed a little.

Later, Ash. Vonne replaced the receiver.

Vonne called Ken’s cell phone and spoke to Jonathan, assuring him that she felt fine.

I’m going out tonight, so don’t worry if you call and I’m not here. I’ll call you, my heart. I promise. Vonne blew a kiss into the phone.

Wait, Jonathan shouted anxiously. Where’re you going?

Not to worry. Be good! Vonne hung up.

She rested all day, reading and sleeping until she decided to dress for her evening out. She did her makeup and slipped on her new sweater and dress pants. As a student nurse, she had once watched a woman teach scarf techniques to a group of cancer patients at the hospital, so she thought, I’ll give it a shot. Vonne had a number of large kerchiefs she’d picked up at thrift shops over the years. She used them primarily to keep her neck warm during the winter.

This one will do. Vonne played with the scarf—twisting, wrapping, tucking—until she become overly anxious and frustrated. One more time and then the hat. She started over and manoeuvred the fabric. That idea turned out to be a fiasco.

The toque looked fine, but Vonne wanted to dress it up. She opened her drawer and delved into her blue velvet pouch with the gold trim. This is the one. She opened the box and removed the tiny pin—petals, stem and leaves set with tiny yellow and green stones. Vonne watched in the mirror as she attached the miniature flower to the side of the black toque. Better, she smiled.

Vonne waited outside. Bud passed the house and she flagged him down. He backed up and stopped. She heard the door locks release and lifted the handle.

Hi, Bud. Vonne got in.

How ya doin’? It’s been a while, he smiled.

We’re not going to talk about that night at the gala, are we?

No, he laughed.

Where do your parents live? Vonne asked out of idle curiosity.

In the city, midtown, Bud answered honestly as they moved slowly down the Don Valley Parkway. What’s holding us up? He looked down the road.

I have no idea, Vonne answered somewhat belligerently, annoyed with Asher. He told me your parents weren’t far from me.

Uh, Bud set the record straight, we were at my aunt’s place. She’s in Aurora.

This isn’t a load of shite, is it? She had a sneaking feeling. You’re not trying to cover up for Asher, are you?

No, Vonne, Bud laughed. Aunt Bertie lives in Aurora. It was a surprise birthday party for her. Actually, she’s my mom’s aunt—seventy-five-years young. You should see this lady go. She plays tennis, the piano, she volunteers at the bingo. She has more energy than I do.

Something’s wrong somewhere, Vonne smiled.

Bud parked in the lot around the corner from the theatre.

Where’re we going? Vonne asked as they walked to the back of the building.

It’s easier this way, Bud smiled. Too far to walk to the front.

CHAPTER 4

He opened the door. After you. Bud entered right behind her. He nodded to the security guard. The young man acknowledged Bud’s arrival and waved them both through.

Obviously, you’ve been here before, Vonne commented as she walked beside him. Bud stopped at the first door of a long hallway. Go on in. Vonne turned the knob and went inside. Asher looked up. He’d been flipping through a magazine.

Oh, I didn’t want to bother you before…

Bud placed his hands on her shoulders. Believe me, you’re not bothering him.

Asher closed the magazine and tossed it across the room, aiming for the end table next to the loveseat. It landed on the floor.

You’re about as good with that as you are with the Frisbee, Vonne laughed.

Asher got up and greeted her with a hug and kiss. Are you feeling…

She cut him short. I’m fine, and you’re ready to go to work.

Uh… Bud pulled a roll of papers from the breast pocket of his overcoat. These are for you, Kal-man.

Kal-man? Vonne looked at Bud.

His name is Kalman. Never mind, Vonne. Bud removed his coat and hung it on the brass stand in the corner of the dressing room. Gotta go and see a man about… He thought twice about finishing his sentence. Just you never mind, he said, and left.

Alone at last, Asher grinned. He was in full makeup.

You’re so cute. And speaking of cute, is there a telephone here? I’d like to call Jon.

Here. Asher picked up his cell phone from the dressing table.

How do you use this thing? she asked.

What’s the number? Asher punched it in as she rambled it off.

Jonathan had enjoyed an exciting day with his father. Vonne listened as he listed the places they’d visited.

And we went in a helicopter, Jonathan gushed happily.

A what? she gasped. I don’t want to hear anymore. I’m going to a show now. I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Goodnight, my heart. Vonne blew him a kiss and handed Asher the phone. He pressed end.

Is anything wrong? he asked, setting the phone on the dressing table.

No. Should I leave my coat here? She looked a little pale. Asher took her coat and hung it next to Bud’s. I think you need some time alone. I’ll go and find my seat. Vonne started for the door.

You’re front row. It’s reserved. One more kiss. And he did, leaving Vonne breathless.

The opening music struck up and the curtain rose. Vonne sat back next to Bud, relaxed, and took in the spectacle. Its fast pace, colourful costumes and fun antics mesmerised from the start. The cast performed brilliantly. She couldn’t take her eyes off Asher, seeing a completely different side of him doing his job—skillfully dancing, singing, speaking, raising his voice, projecting. The physically demanding role had Asher on stage from his entrance, ten minutes into the show, until its finale.

Vonne applauded along with the crowd, the standing ovation well deserved.

Unbelievable, isn’t he? Bud leaned down to her.

I’m speechless, she smiled at him.

I think he worked extra hard for you. Bud gave her a little nudge. Vonne shook her head and laughed.

After the final bows and curtain, the actor who had played the lead antagonist returned to the stage. He thanked the invited audience, then explained that in the last few pages of their programs they would find questions from a teachers’ handbook that had been used throughout the run of the play. The rest of the cast joined him on stage, and the eight actors sat down along the apron with their feet dangling. Two ushers held wireless microphones.

Asher sat opposite Vonne. She smiled at him and he gave her a little wave. The questions began. The audience, comprised of producers and educators (principals, teachers and curriculum consultants) asked questions directly from the handbook. The actors, still in character, answered as they had done in past shows. It was old hat, and the answers rolled off their tongues.

Vonne raised her hand. One of the runners rushed over and handed her the mic. Asher raised his eyebrows.

This is not directed to the cast. I’d like to hear from the educators. She smiled at Asher. Theatrically, I see the appeal and how the production is able to hold the attention span of young children. All this is commendable, and without doubt a great experience in itself. However, I believe intolerance stems from being insecure with oneself. Principles are taught in the home. Children living with narrow-mindedness and bigotry are more likely than not to be prejudiced. The concepts of the play are creditable; still, if not reinforced at home, how is all this beneficial?

The discussion began and just snowballed; questions and answers bounced back and forth between the educators. Vonne had started something, and the cast watched and listened to an incredible show of support favouring the production.

Vonne opened her bag and poked around, then closed it. Bud had turned in his seat to look to the audience behind him, wrapped up in the dialogue and arguments being hashed out.

Asher watched Vonne get up and leave the auditorium. He tapped the shoulder of the young man on his right, spoke quietly to him, and then left the stage discreetly. The others shifted to the right, filling in the gap.

Vonne had her back to the door and was holding her coat when Asher opened the dressing room door.

Where’re you going? he asked with great concern.

Nowhere, she smiled at him. I need—she pulled the small container of Tylenol from her pocket—these. She shook the pills. Water? Asher opened the bar fridge and handed Vonne a small bottle.

Don’t worry, Ash, I want the pills now so it won’t turn into something I can’t handle. It’s just starting to twinge. Vonne touched the back of her head.

Can I see what’s under the hat? he asked hesitantly.

I’d rather not. She popped two pills in her mouth and took a swig of the water. You’re squeamish as is, and my head isn’t a pretty sight.

I want to see, he said.

Not now. You’re working. Or are you done? she asked.

You started something crazy out there, he laughed, then looked at her as seriously as he could in his costume. Is that what you really believe? Asher sat down at the dressing table.

Absolutely. I believe you’re a product of your environment. Most kids, I think, understand right and wrong. Then you have the few that cause trouble. They can watch you sing and dance your little heart out and it means nothing to them. I’m a cynic, by circumstance. I don’t believe they can be saved. Vonne sat down on the loveseat.

I’m assuming we’re done here. She raised her feet up and lay down.

You tired? he asked.

A little. Vonne closed her eyes. Just resting.

Asher undressed. He sat in his underwear and removed the makeup. Vonne? he called. She’d fallen asleep.

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Asher sitting in front of the mirror applying a different type of makeup. What are you doing? she asked, sitting up.

Kal Silver has to make an appearance. This audience was invited on my ticket. But… He turned around to face her. I’ll only be, I promise, no more than thirty minutes.

I’m starving, Asher, Vonne yawned and stretched.

There’ll be plenty to eat in the lobby … hors d’oeuvres, he said and she interrupted.

Hors d’oeuvres? That’s not food. Vonne got up and stood behind him looking into the mirror, Please explain all this to me. I just don’t get it.

Hand me the scarf hanging in the closet. He closed one eye and blended the eye shadow. We can talk later. Asher turned to her and took her hand. Truthfully, I don’t get it either, but it works.

Asher stood up and Vonne threw the pink satin evening scarf over his head, slightly damaging his tousled, gelled coif.

Oh, you silly girl. He fluffed his hair. Is it ruined? He brought the scarf down around his neck and straightened it, letting it hang loose. Well, Kal Silver asked, how am I? Not too overdone, is it? The feminine quality to his voice sent shivers through her.

Don’t talk to me. Just go and do what it is you do. I think it’s ridiculous and pointless, she said with her hands on her hips.

He proceeded to mimic her, positioning his hands on his hips. Pooh, don’t be so la-di-da!

What? she laughed.

That’s better. He took hold of her hand and she examined his polished fingernails.

What colour is that? she asked.

Some kind of pink. It matches my scarf. Isn’t it so fab? Come on. He took her hand and held tight as they walked out of the dressing room.

Where’re we going?

You’re going to sit down in your seat and I’m going to say a few words. How do you like them apples, lady? He gave her a gentle tug. Come on. The sooner I do this, the sooner we can get out of here.

Kal Silver took centre stage and a brief applause erupted. His presence ended the question-and-answer period, which had run way over its scheduled time. He spoke for no more than three minutes then asked the invited guests to join him at the cocktail party in the lobby.

Vonne took hold of Bud’s hand. While the rest of the crowd exited the rear doors, she dragged Bud out the side and up through the hall. I’m famished. If I don’t get some food in me I’m liable to pass out. As she came upon a white-gloved waiter, she took the tray from his hand and asked, Would you mind if I borrowed this? She didn’t wait for an answer. I’ll bring it right back. Come on, Bud. Vonne headed directly up the winding staircase and went to the lounge behind the washrooms.

Bud never said a word to her, completely thrown by her forwardness. I never realized you were so…

Hungry? she laughed.

Yes. That’s it, hungry. He sat down in the tattered wing chair.

How did you know this was here? he asked.

The lounge? I was here once. Jonathan, my son…

Yes. I know. Asher’s crazy about your kid. He leaned over and grabbed a cracker topped with smoked salmon, cream cheese and two tiny sprigs of chive.

Vonne smiled. Anyway… She went on to explain, I’ve been a bitch, no ifs, ands or buts. Asher tried to no avail to make me see the light. Vonne had eaten ten pieces. Bud worked on his seventh.

I think we’re running out, she laughed.

This was a great idea, Bud said with his mouth full.

These strips of chicken are yum. Now I’m thirsty.

Let’s go downstairs. Come on, Bud stood.

They left the tray on a table then set off to the bar. It’s lined up. Bud found a quiet corner. Wait here. What would you like?

Ginger ale, no ice. Thanks, Bud.

Vonne people-watched; she leaned against the wall then crossed her arms as she reviewed the varied shapes and sizes of the men and women noshing, nodding in agreement, laughing, opposing emphatically but mostly enjoying the evening. People of different ethnic backgrounds, different races and colours, all coming together for a common cause—education.

Out of the multitude of unfamiliar faces suddenly came recognition. Mrs. Zilbeh, Vonne called to her. Asher’s mom looked around trying to locate the source.

Here.

Kat seemed to be at a disadvantage; her memory failed her. I’m sorry, dear, I…

Vonne Beck.

You’ll have to forgive me.

Nothing to forgive.

I’m so pleased to see you here. Asher must be thrilled.

Vonne smiled as they shook hands, He is, thank you. Me, too. He’s very special.

You’re talking to his mother, dear. I know, she laughed.

I have to thank you again for looking out for Jonathan. Really, it was… Vonne, overcome with emotion, threw her arms around the rather surprised woman without warning.

Kat returned the embrace, You’re quite welcome. He’s a beautiful child. And he loves my matzah balls. Vonne laughed with tears in her eyes.

I was wondering where you got lost to. Dave sauntered over with his drink in hand.

Dave, you remember Vonne. Kat smiled at her husband, nodded and narrowed her eyes, warning him to behave.

Right. Dave got the message. You’re that little nurse from the ER.

Exactly. Vonne offered him her hand.

Aren’t we one happy family? Bud smiled. Here ya go, pretty lady.

Thanks. Vonne gratefully accepted the ginger ale. I’m parched.

Bud. Kat reached up for a hug and kiss.

Dave. Bud extended his hand. Asher’s father simply grunted and turned away.

He hates me, Bud whispered to Vonne.

But why? she asked in disbelief.

It’s not important now. Bud touched Vonne’s glass with his. Cheers.

L’chaim, she smiled.

Amen, he added. I’ll see you after. Bud walked away.

So, what do you think of all this graft? Dave addressed Vonne.

Hardly graft, Mr. Zilbeh, Vonne begged to differ. These people are privileged to see a professional theatrical production, have a nosh and a drink, and they get to meet a movie star. Vonne could see Asher in the midst of the hordes. It’s sell, sell, sell.

You’re a smart cookie. Dave, in his own crude way, was flirting.

Vonne laughed. You really know how to flatter, Mr. Zilbeh.

Dave. Call me Dave. Everyone does. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Amongst other things, Kat laughed.

Dave reached over and pulled Kat close. He gave her a big wet kiss on her cheek, and said to Vonne, She doesn’t mean it. They all laughed.

The pleasantries continued, their conversation light. Dave, in fine form, cracked off-colour jokes. Vonne could easily see where Asher’s charm stemmed from and estimated seventy-five percent Kat—such a fine lady. She attributed any madness to Dave’s side of the family.

So, Dave asked. Vonne?

She smiled at him. Yes, Mr. Zilbeh.

You find it cold in here? He raised one eyebrow.

Not at all. It’s actually a bit warm for me, she nodded.

So why are you wearin’ a hat? he said and unpredictably whipped the toque off her head.

The colour drained from Dave’s face. Kat scolded her husband, absolutely horrified by his behaviour. What is wrong with you?

Asher, who had been watching the trio from the corner of his eye as he meandered his way in and around the crowd, made a beeline to Vonne.

Well, she smiled. You have your answer, Dave. You know, I really think you’re out to get me. Vonne remained calm. No one could see her stapled scalp with her back close to the wall.

What the hell have you done now? Asher voiced his anger quietly.

Oh look, the faygeleh’s here! Dave taunted.

Why don’t you just… Asher raised his hands up wanting to throttle his father.

Calm down. Remember where you are. I’m fine. No harm done. Now you don’t have to wait until later to satisfy your curiosity, Vonne laughed.

It’s not funny, Vonne, he whispered to her.

No, not particularly, she agreed and held out her hand to Dave, who had not yet returned the toque.

I’m sorry, Vonne. I’m an old fool. Dave’s apology was indeed a humbling experience for him. He rarely apologized for his transgressions.

As Asher would say: take it easy. She smiled and replaced the hat. You know the old adage: gone today, hair tomorrow?

Vonne looked at Kal and then at her watch. You did say thirty minutes. It’s been an hour.

Ten minutes. He went back to his selling.

I think it’s best we go now, Kat insisted. Now, please.

Vonne stood on tiptoes to reach his cheek. I’m fine, Dave. She kissed his cheek and caressed the side of his face. Really. It isn’t a problem. I’m glad we had this chance to see each other. And thank you again for being so kind to my son.

That was your son? Dave seemed to be surprised.

He’s kidding, Kat shook her head.

I thought the kid belonged to Yoko Yoyo or whatever the hell her name is, Dave blurted out.

Oy, will you shut up. He doesn’t mean any harm, dear, she said, and dragged him away.

Vonne laughed. At least he got the Japanese part right.

Bud watched the Zilbehs walk away. He graciously took his leave of the small assembly he’d been entertaining and made his way over to Vonne.

Have you had enough? he asked.

Enough what? she smiled at him.

Enough of this hanging out, waiting around. He offered her his arm.

Vonne put hers through his. Where’re we going?

Bud said, Kal, my man, is off. I’m going to get my coat and head out. He escorted her to the dressing room.

Why don’t you come to dinner with us? Vonne asked thoughtfully.

Because I have a date.

Kal-man, your princess has arrived and I’m out of here. Bud grabbed his coat. He went to Asher sitting at the dressing table, leaned down, and kissed his cheek. Bye, sweetheart. He patted his friend on the shoulder and left.

Why didn’t you tell me your parents were here? Vonne sat down on a chair next to Asher.

I wasn’t sure they were coming. I’m sorry about my dad.

He thinks he’s being funny.

Asher cleaned up and dressed. All done. He held out his hand and helped her off the loveseat. Now, milady, I’m all yours.

You’re sure about that? Vonne put her arms around him and rested her head just below his shoulder.

Very.

You feel so good. She enjoyed the moment. Asher, Vonne complained, I’m still hungry.

He laughed. Let’s get out of here.

They held hands as they left the stage entrance. Asher waved at the guard.

Aren’t you worried he’ll say something?

About what? Asher asked.

You’re holding my hand, she said.

So, I hold Bud’s hand, too, he smiled. Vonne laughed.

Asher opened the car door for Vonne and waited for her to sit down, then hurried to the driver’s side and got in. Where to? What do you feel like?

A burger and fries. She rubbed her tummy.

Any place in particular?

Vonne closed her eyes to think. Um, yes, FBF’s. Ruby’s favourite place. It’s on Bloor, way west.

With only a couple of wrong turns, they found the right address. Asher parked at a metered spot down the street from the restaurant.

Hand? He held his out and she took hold.

No cap, no sunglasses. What’s going on? Vonne looked at him.

It’s dark out here, he grinned.

What about inside? Aren’t you afraid someone will recognize you? She reached up and squished his mouth between her thumb and index finger.

Let’s see. Asher opened the door for her. Light bounced off the stainless-steel front counter, while the tables sat below pendant lamps. How’s this? Asher stopped at a table midway to the back.

Fine with me. Vonne unzipped her coat, folded it and set it on the chair beside her. Asher sat down and let his bomber jacket fall over the back of the chair.

Business must be slow tonight, Vonne commented, seeing vacant tables. However, people came in and left with takeout.

So, what’s good to eat? Asher looked at the limited menu above the grill.

Everything, so Ruby tells me. I had the juiciest burger here that night before meeting Manny at the club.

Asher narrowed his eyes then smiled. You want the same: burger and fries?

Sure, extra pickles and tomatoes, Vonne smiled.

Drink? he asked.

Anything without caffeine. She sat back in the chair. Asher went to the counter to order.

He returned shortly. They’ll bring it when it’s ready.

Thanks, Ash. Vonne placed her hands over his. I didn’t tell you how proud I am of you. You’re incredible!

I told you, he laughed.

You did tell me, so long ago. Go figure. Her eyes were wide and bright.

So long ago? He didn’t remember.

Yes, in the park when Jonathan was an infant. You said you were great! I remember thinking: what an ego! she laughed.

You remember that? I remember that day.

Asher pointed his finger at her when a barely audible voice asked, Are you Kal Silver?

The whispering teen trembled as he looked at her and smiled.

Oh. My. God, she screeched, finding her voice. She seemed to be hyperventilating, then cried out to her friends, It’s him! She started jumping around. Suddenly, a swarm of frantic pubescent females corralled him.

All others in the restaurant stared at the commotion. The manager rushed over to intervene.

Asher pushed his chair back. Grab your coat. Let’s get out of here. Vonne, can you hear me?

Got it. You go. I’ll get the food.

Asher fought the frenzy. The manager shouted at the aggressors. He rushed over and pushed back the crowd, opening an escape route. He helped Asher to shake off the unruly admirers as they groped and pulled, trying to get a piece of him. In his haste, Asher left his jacket behind.

Vonne changed their order to takeout, paid, and nonchalantly left. Asher had the car warmed and ready.

She put the bagged food in the back seat, settled into the front, and looked at Asher. That was nuts. Where’s your coat?

Jacket’s in there.

I’ll get it, she opened the door.

No, leave it. Asher reached for her arm.

Not a chance. Vonne jumped out before Asher could stop her.

The girls had calmed down somewhat. Vonne’s eye quickly caught sight of the leather bomber jacket. The gaggle of teens, huddled in a corner booth, took turns cuddling with it, rubbing their noses in the lining and gushing over their idol.

Hi, there. That belongs to my friend. He actually needs it. It’s cold outside. Please. She extended her hand. The cute redhead cozying up to the well-worn leather reluctantly surrendered the jacket.

Thanks. Vonne turned to walk away.

No! The teen who had announced Kal Silver’s presence to the entire eatery pushed Vonne in an attempt to retake the souvenir. That’s mine now!

Hey! Vonne’s eyes flashed in anger. Sit down and leave it alone.

I want that jacket, bitch. The angry teenager grabbed hold of the sleeve.

Let go, please, Vonne insisted.

I’ll hurt you. The girl held tight.

Really? Vonne had no intention of relinquishing the jacket. Do I have to call the police?

The teen begrudgingly surrendered the jacket. Vonne hurried out of the restaurant.

Vonne tossed the jacket to Asher as she climbed into the car and sat down. How did they recognize you without all that eye makeup, blush and lipstick?

He playfully covered her face with his hand. How did you recognize me at the club?

I’ll never tell, Vonne laughed, and buckled up.

Any trouble getting it back? He shoved the jacket behind his seat.

Don’t be ridiculous, Vonne smirked. I’m not famous.

Thank you, milady. Asher leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Let’s just get away from here. Vonne tapped her hand on the dashboard. He signalled, checked his blind spot, and pulled into traffic.

Vonne had been so wrapped up in their conversation she paid no attention to the route Asher took. Where’re we going? He turned into the back of an old building and parked the car in a covered lot.

This is my place.

Vonne reached into the back seat and retrieved dinner. Asher took the bags from her and led the way.

Take my keys.

Vonne unlocked the door. They entered the high-tech contemporary foyer and stepped inside the ultimate-in-luxury freight elevator.

Your place? You led me to believe that you lived with your parents.

No. They were away, remember? I was housesitting.

You never said that, she contended. I don’t want to argue.

Good.

The elevator opened into the apartment. Holy shit. Vonne sounded out each syllable. Exactly what is all this, for one person? She gaped at the enormous space in shock.

I live large. What can I say? he laughed. This is my loft. He set the bags down on the kitchen counter.

She stood in awe, her mouth agape, taking it all in: twenty-foot ceilings; plank hardwood flooring throughout; soft, muted natural colours: taupes, greens, yellows and blues; polished granite counter tops; rich wood cabinets; lush leather sofas—magnificent yet down to earth, most welcoming.

Here, I’ll take your coat.

Vonne left her shoes beside the elevator door.

Nice carpet. She stepped onto the living room area rug.

Asher brought the bags to the coffee table, set them down and then tore them open. I’m so hungry, he said.

I think I’ve lost my appetite. She could not stop staring at the lavishness and sat down in a haze.

Please, Vonne. Asher started to worry. Don’t let all this throw you. It’s only…

She cut him short, Money. It’s hard for me to fathom this kind of lifestyle. It scares me, Asher. I don’t belong here.

I love you.

Come on, we barely know each other. You work with beautiful women. What the hell do you want with me? She looked directly into his eyes.

Tell me how you feel about me.

I’m crazy about you. I can’t use the L-word, I’m afraid of that, too. She rubbed her forehead, suddenly stressed.

No, he said kindly, relax. I promise I won’t try and seduce you. She laughed. There’s my smile. He kissed her hand.

Your smile? Mine’s not good enough for you? She tried not to laugh.

Well, you know, I’m a movie star, after all. It’s all about me. Everything’s I, me and mine, he teased.

I’ve never seen one of your movies. She shook her index finger in his face.

Jonathan told me you went to see Mikey and Mutt, Asher challenged.

True enough, except for one minor glitch, she grinned smugly. I fell asleep after the first five minutes. The only thing I remember is a boy and his dog.

Can we eat, please? Asher moved close and kissed her lips.

Okay. I’ll try. That’s the least I can do. She took a deep breath.

Come, the floor’s comfy. Asher sat down cross-legged and Vonne did the same. He picked up one of the remote controls on the table and ignited the fireplace.

It’s beautiful, Vonne smiled meekly.

From the restaurant to the loft, the food had lost much of its heat. Still, it had enough warmth to taste good. Asher finished his burger in no time. Vonne ate slowly. Her appetite had indeed diminished. He ate the fries and the order of onion rings and finished his Coke. She only played with her food.

I need another drink. Want something else? Asher got up and went to the refrigerator.

No, thanks, I’m fine. She felt intimidated, and yet she knew she shouldn’t be. Asher had not in any way boasted—in fact, he did his best to trivialize his wealth.

I’d really like to shower. Do you mind? He returned to the coffee table with another can of coke.

No, she smiled. Actually, I think I’d prefer you to wash. She sniffed. Now that we’re alone that gamey odour must be coming from you.

Asher lifted his arm and took a whiff. Could be. He laughed, took a swig of his soda, and walked to the wrought-iron staircase at the far end of the loft. I won’t be long.

Vonne felt warm. The fireplace added heat to the already comfortable temperature. She took off the hat and removed her sweater. She wore a light tank top underneath. The mess on the coffee table bothered her. She gathered the empty containers into the centre of the torn paper bags, wrapped it all together and tossed it in the garbage can she found under the sink.

Vonne opened and closed the kitchen cabinets and drawers. Everything looked brand new. The dishtowels had never been used. The dishwasher still had the warranty and box of complimentary detergent inside. All the stainless steel appliances sparkled, as though just out of the showroom.

She stood at the threshold of the kitchen and dining area, taking notice of the enormous table and—she counted—12 chairs. Her eyes followed the south wall and she realized that from the elevator to the farthest west wall, six picture windows, shrouded in a translucent fabric, allowed some of the city lights to shine through.

Where’s my Tylenol? she asked herself as she searched her pant pocket. My coat, Vonne remembered and went to where she saw Asher take it to the front closet. She opened the door. Wrong. Wow. Nice toilet. Vonne then opened the next door. She retrieved the small white container with the red cap from the right pocket of her black coat.

The collection of memorabilia taking up the entire exposed-brick west wall beckoned her to take a close look at the photographs; she assumed they were from each of his dozen or so films, but most were family pics of himself and his brothers, his parents, grandparents, his nieces and a section dedicated to his little girl.

Vonne studied each photo. Some made her laugh. Asher stood on the stairs, wrapped in his robe, and watched as she touched, smiled and contemplated.

The back of her head made him cringe. Just thinking about the attack and the viciousness she’d endured brought tears to his eyes. Asher went back upstairs and called down to her. She immediately hurried to cover her head and turned around to see him coming down the stairs.

Hi, she grinned. I love—

You love? Asher asked questioningly, moving toward her. Me?

Maybe that, too. She moved her head from side to side, debating. But I love the wall. It’s great.

Thanks, milady. Asher embraced her.

Mmm, she inhaled. You smell—

What do you mean I smell? He couldn’t resist cutting her short.

She sniffed again. Definitely. Yes, sir. I do detect a strong odour.

Don’t you mean ardour? He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Now, that would be more difficult to detect. I’d need to further my examination. Vonne took his hands and stepped back.

By all means, examine away. Asher’s robe fell open.

Okay, she smiled slyly. I’ll need a bed.

No problem. He took her hand and led the way up the stairs to his bedroom. This is… The décor left her momentarily breathless. Wow!

A continuation of the staircase’s wrought-iron railing secured the room, open on two sides to the first floor below. She could see an open door in the far corner, and by the tiles reasoned it to be the bathroom. Beside that door, the entire wall had been devoted to built-in closet space. A king-size bed and two night tables lined the back wall. Recessed lighting strategically lit walls, floor space and the built-ins. Simple metal lamps, one on each night table, complemented