Samantha Young - Out of the Shallows

Lanton August 2013

The heady scent of flowers filled the room. These days it clung to everything. Even after I washed my hands a dozen times, they still smelled as if Id doused them in floral perfume.

Thats pretty.

I turned from the arrangement of red roses and white lilies to find Claudia gesturing to it. I glanced back at the flowers. I think Im getting the hang of it. Finally.

Whose it for?

Its Hubs. For his wife. Their fifteenth anniversary.

Claudia nodded. Heart of mush underneath that bear-like exterior, huh?

I grinned. Hub owned the local diner in my small hometown of Lanton, Indiana. He was a huge guy with an even huger beard and gruff demeanor, and I could see why non-locals might find him slightly intimidating. But Claud was right. Hub was all heart. He placed this order over a month ago. That is not a man who forgets his anniversary.

My friend smiled and then gestured behind her into the store front of my mothers florist shop. I rearranged the shop window like you asked.

Delias was the only florist in town, and although Lanton wasnt huge, she kept fairly busy. Shed had a mold issue in the back room where I was working on floral arrangements, but after spending money my parents really couldnt afford to spend to fix it, Delias was up and running again.

If only I could be one hundred percent positive that Delia, my actual mom, was up and running too.

Thanks. If I dont tell you enough, I really appreciate you being here. Once Claudia had finished at the University of Edinburgh, shed rushed back to the States, suitcase in tow, and moved in with my parents and me. Shed been here the whole summer, helping us out during one of the worst times of my familys life.

You can stop saying that now. I might have to hurt you if you dont.

I smirked. Fine.

Claudia frowned as she glanced around us. Uh where is Delia Mom, anyway?

Mom was at the cemetery. It was becoming a regular hang out for her. I found myself hunching back over the arrangement as I murmured, Where else?

Ah. Okay. Claudia sighed. So, Lowe called me this morning.

I didnt answer.

He says hes tried calling you.

Shrugging with more nonchalance than I felt, I said, I know. I just I havent spoken to Jake, so I dont think its right if I speak to Lowe.

Lowes your friend.

No, Lowe is Jakes friend. Ive hurt Jake enough without confiding in his friend when I wont confide in him.

I reached for more filler foliage. Claudias hand curled around mine, stopping me. The arrangement is done.

Turning to her, I said, I get the feeling you want to talk.

Charley, school starts back up in a week. Are you ready?

No. But Im trying to be.

Were going back to the old apartment, and its senior year so well have tons on our plates to keep us busy. Youll get to see Alex again, too. This will be good.

I looked away, worrying my lip between my teeth. After a moment of silence, I said softly, Do you really think theyre okay for me to go? Mom still visits the cemetery every day and Dad hes still mad at me.

Claudias eyes were filled with sympathy but I could also see determination in them. Maybe Delia is still visiting the cemetery but that doesnt mean shes not good. Shes much better, Charley. She can cope on her own here now. And Jim he loves you. Hell come around when you come around.

Dont, I warned, definitely not wanting to walk into that territory.

She held her hands up in surrender. I wont. But are you ever planning on talking to Jake again?

I glowered at her. What is this? Piss-Off-Charley Day?

No, this is Its time to get back to normal and start facing up to the decisions youve made these last few months Day. Such as the one you made regarding a certain Jacob Caplin?

A familiar pain sliced across my chest, but I refused to give into it. Instead I brushed past Claud to grab a broom and started on the back room floor. Then no, I dont plan on talking to Jake again. Its over. Were just going to leave it at that.

Claudia inhaled sharply. Youre just going to leave him hanging, wondering where it all went wrong? She sounded horrified. Guilt crashed over me.

I shoved it forcefully aside. Weve hurt each other too much. How can we possibly come back from that?

You could try.

Like youre trying with Beck?

Her elegant brows drew together. Thats different.

Claudia

But Ill drop it. For now.

Somewhere along the way I think people got the wrong impression about me. I think I got the wrong impression about me. I dont know if it was that time I shoved my sister out of the way of a moving vehicle, taking the impact instead, and I got the nickname Supergirl. Or maybe its my general cockiness.

Whatever it is, I think people think Im this fearless, brave, independent young woman who couldnt give a shit what other people think.

I really couldnt give a shit what other people think.

But I care what my parents think of me. And Im afraid of losing them.

So not fearless. So not brave. And I guess not nearly as independent as I used to think I was.

When youre a kid, your whole happiness is wrapped up in your parents. A hug from them, a kiss on the forehead, a piggyback ride, their laughter, their kind words, their affection, their love it took away a hurt knee, or a classmates name-calling, or the death of a beloved pet. As long as I knew my parents loved me, that I made them proud, and that I had their respect, Id been all right.

That feeling never really goes away, though. Its amazing how easy it is for a parent to make you feel like a little kid all over again.

Thats how Id been feeling around my family for months now like a kid craving my parents love and respect. Lately, for the past few months, I felt like they were nothing but disappointed in me. Especially my dad.

Later that day, after Mom came back from the cemetery and helped Claudia and I finish out the day, we went home to make dinner. My dad, a mechanic, owned auto shop. He got in from work not too much later and soon we were seated around the dining table.

A familiar silence fell.

The clinking of cutlery off plates, glasses against cutlery, the rustle of napkins, the crunch of bread, it amplified the quiet. We didnt have a whole lot to say to each other these days.

I was surprised when Dad asked, You thought any more on taking that exam you need to pass to get into law school?

I looked over at Claudia, her eyes rounded at Dads question. I shocked her by replying, Im taking the LSATs this fall, Dad.

Claudias eyes bugged out. You are?

She had taken the LSATs in June and passed, but she was under the impression that I was done with pursuing law school.

Feeling my parents gazes burning into my cheeks, I nodded. I am. As long as I take them in time for February results, I can apply to start law school next fall.

Im pleased to hear it. Im sure Claudia will help you study, Dad said.

Our eyes met and for the first time in months, Dads were almost tender. He was genuinely pleased. To him I was making the right decision.

I didnt know if it was the right decision to apply for law school instead of applying to the police academy like I wanted to. That was probably why I hadnt mentioned anything to Claudia about my decisionI didnt want someone talking me out of it. The truth was Id made the decision based on what was best for my family.

So am I. Glancing over at Mom, I saw tears shining in her eyes as she smiled at me.

Yeah, totally the best decision for my family.

It gave them peace of mind, and they needed that more than I needed to be a cop.

Claudia bravely queried, Are you sure thats what