The Necklace - The Dusky Club, June 1962, Linda S Rice [manga ebook reader .TXT] 📗

packed her Kindle in her carry-on bag but became annoyed at herself when she realized the battery was near dead and the charger cord was in one of her checked bags.

“Oh well,” she thought, “I’ll just have to entertain myself in some other way.”

She looked at the movie guide as soon as the “fasten seatbelt” sign went off, but nothing appealed to her. Grateful to have a window seat, she looked out as the plane gained altitude over the ocean then made a turn to head east from San Diego to Texas. She looked down, trying to recognize a landmark, but as usual, from the air, nothing looked familiar. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

She was looking forward to being with Lynn, her best friend from elementary school. They shared so many good times and memories, and she especially remembered the ones where she and Lynn had gone to see the most famous band of all time.

The band was comprised of four boys from Brighton, England, named Derek, James, Ian, and Blue. “Blue” was a nickname for Bernard, their drummer, because he wore the color blue all the time. Lynn became infatuated with Ian and Susan with James, attending three of their concerts in 1964, ’65, and ’66 during what was known as “the British invasion.”

Susan thought back to the first concert in 1964 when she was twelve-years-old and watched James through a pair of binoculars. Everyone was screaming, and she remembered wishing they would shut up so she could hear better. She, Lynn, and another friend, Joy, had tickets in what was called the “nosebleed” section, being so far from the stage. The only good thing about being so far back at the Hollywood Bowl was that they were right below the speakers, so she could at least hear some of what one of the boys in the band would say when they announced a song.

The most memorable moment at that first concert had been when James stepped up to the microphone as Susan pressed the binoculars into her eye sockets, holding her breath, waiting to hear what he was going to say and wondering what song would be next. Shivers went down her spine as she listened to his voice, and then he started singing what had become her favorite song, “All My Kisses.” Tears poured down her face as her young, pre-teen heart wrenched for want of something that she couldn’t identify. All she remembered was that she was sure she had fallen in love, and she imagined James was singing to no one but her.

That particular stage in her life had been an unhappy one. Her father had passed away four years previously, and her mother, unable to cope with his loss, became so mentally unstable that Susan, her brother, and mother moved in with her grandparents.

Susan’s mother had no patience for her and constantly berated her, often screaming and throwing things at her or even pulling her hair or slapping her. To add to her misery, her uncle, who lived across the street, began molesting her when she was ten years old. She was too young to understand what his touches and fondling were all about, and he made her keep it a secret between them, but for some reason, it didn’t seem right to her. It made her feel dirty and ashamed.

The one joy in Susan’s life was her ballet classes, and she put all of her energy into working as hard as she could to become a good dancer. It was her dream to be a famous ballerina one day, and until James entered her life, she spent many hours in a fantasy world where she was the most talented ballerina in the world. The only drawback to ballet was that her mother didn’t drive, so her sole transportation to and from classes was her uncle. Every time he came to pick her up, she cringed, knowing what he’d want from her before they got home.

Then James and his band came to the U.S. in February 1964. Susan joined in with Lynn and her other friends to become fans of the group, seeing them first on the Ted Flannagan Show, buying their records, and looking at their pictures in magazines. But, it wasn’t until the Hollywood Bowl concert that Susan made James her dream prince, just like Sleeping Beauty had a dream prince.

James became her escape from the harsh reality of her life, and once he’d embedded himself in her heart, there was no turning back. He became everything to her, and whenever things became unbearable, she ran off to be with him in the fantasy world she had created for them both, especially during the times she had to spend with her uncle on the drive home from ballet class. She blocked what he did to her from her mind, thinking instead of James holding her in his arms and telling her everything was going to be okay.

And then the chance meeting in Disneyland…She chased thoughts of those moments out of her head. She still couldn’t believe it had happened.

Susan opened her eyes as the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, rousing her out of her thoughts of the far past. She reached up to her chest and tugged on the silver necklace she wore around her neck. A pair of silver ballet shoes hung on the end. She flicked her finger at them.

Here she was at sixty-two years old and still thinking of James like a silly twelve-year-old. What was wrong with her anyway? Hopefully, spending time with Lynn and going on the cruise would wipe the cobwebs out of her mind, along with her renewed feelings for James.

At least she hoped it would.

Susan’s plane was ten minutes early arriving at DFW, and when she called Lynn to let her know, Lynn hadn’t even left her house yet. Lynn’s house was almost an hour away, south of Dallas. Susan began to fidget, annoyed at having to wait another hour.

She managed to get all of her luggage claimed and hauled out to the curb in the parking garage, then went back into the airport, asking one of the security people to keep an eye on her bags for a minute or two. She shortly returned with a foodie magazine, thanked the security guard, and sat down on a bench to wait for Lynn.

She perused the magazine and started to feel hungry as she looked at all the pictures. A delicious-looking photo of Crème Brulee was on the cover, and she thought if they weren’t driving straight from the airport to the ship in Galveston, she’d make some for Lynn and Ernest at their home. It was one of her specialties, and she always had fun with the blowtorch when caramelizing the sugar on top.

She smiled. Lynn was no cook. Ernest always loved it when Susan came to visit because she always prepared fabulous meals and did her best to teach Lynn to cook. Cooking was one of Susan’s favorite pastimes. It was not one of Lynn’s.

Susan read the magazine cover to cover before Lynn finally arrived.

“I forgot when your plane was due in,” Lynn said sheepishly. “I thought you said 11:00, not 10:00.”

“Lynn! How could you have forgotten? It’s a five-hour drive from here to our ship and the ship sails at 5:30! We’re going to be cutting it super close!”

“I know…I know…sorry, honey…”

“You forgot what time I was due in last time too, remember? When I came for the concert?”

“Oh, Susan, don’t remind me of that!”

“Why not?”

“You turned into a basket case, that’s why. I thought you were going to leap off the balcony when James started to sing “All My Kisses.” I really did!”

“How ridiculous! I was not about to leap off the balcony! Why would I do that? I’m not that crazy!”

“Well, I’m not so sure about that when it comes to him…Plus, you told me going to see James made you start thinking about him again. You shouldn’t be thinking of him at all, you know.”

“Yeah, I know… But with Donald all wrapped up in his court cases and everything… Sometimes I don’t even see him for a whole week, other than sleeping in the same bed for a couple of hours a night. And, sometimes he even stays at his office all night, so I don’t see him at all. He doesn’t even make time to call me.”

“Susan, he treats you like a princess, and you know it! He adores you. Once this court case is over, you know he’ll sweep you off on a romantic vacation somewhere, just like he always does.”

“Yeah, maybe, but in the meantime, I’ve got James stuck in my head again. I keep thinking of the time I met him in Disneyland…remember when I told you about that?”

“Oh, yes! And you were just sixteen! What could he have been thinking, wanting to go off with you like that? You would have been underage jailbait! And, what was he doing there anyway? Are you sure you just didn’t imagine it?

“I’m very, very sure! It was definitely him. I keep wishing I hadn’t run away. What do you think would have happened if I hadn’t run away?”

“Something that you would have regretted, I’m sure. You probably wouldn’t have been a virgin when you met Donald for one thing.”

“He just said he wanted to take a ride on the Monorail and go for a cup of tea.”

“Uh-huh…and I’m the Queen of Sheba. I don’t think so…It creeps me out just thinking about it.”

“Whatever…I’m still going to always wonder what he’s really like. He seemed so nice up in the Sleeping Beauty Castle… I’d give anything to go back and re-live that time…maybe even decide to go have that cup of tea with him…”

“You and your thinking he’s so darn perfect. He’s just a made-up dream, and you know it. Your real dream is what you already have. You should appreciate Donald more.”

“I do! But it still doesn’t keep me from thinking what it would be like to go back into the past and be with James again in the castle. Or, even better yet…What if I could go back into the past and meet him before the band became famous? Maybe he’d fall in love with me and then…”

“You’re crazy, Susan. You would have been, what, about ten years old right before they became famous? I don’t think James would have been interested in a ten-year-old. You should do more thinking about Donald, and then maybe you’d forget about James. I forgot about Ian a zillion years ago, and you remember the crush I had on him!”

“I’ll never forget about James...”

“Oh, Susan! What am I going to do with you, anyway? You and your stupid James thing!”

“You’re my best friend in the whole world, Lynn…just indulge me, okay?”

“I love you, Susan!”

“I love you too, Lynn! And, we’re going to have a fabulous time on this cruise…I just know it!!!”

 

Chapter Two

On the Ship

Lynn and Susan arrived at the Port of Galveston an hour before the ship was due to set sail. They checked in, handed their luggage to the porters, and headed up to their cabin where two champagne bottles awaited them, one from Donald and one from Ernest. By the time the horn blew, announcing their departure, they’d managed to down both bottles.

The ship pulled out of Galveston harbor at sunset into calm ocean waters and a warm breeze. Susan hadn’t had time to contact the Maître’d before dinner, so their table companions were going to be a surprise, but no matter. Along with the champagne, they’d imbibed