A Bowl Of Cherries

A huge tree which grew in late Spring bore great cherries that were black with their sweetness when they were ripe.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 23, 1985
Sunday

I slept in on this Sunday morning, went to mom and dad’s house. I ate. I slept some more. It’s what Sundays are all about.

Finally, at about one o’clock in the afternoon I decided to make a visit to the gym. I had not worked out since Friday. It was nice because there was hardly anyone there. I met some guy named “Mike” while I was on the Life Cycle. He works at Horatio’s as a waiter.
“The next time you eat at Horatio’s I’ll try and arrange good seating by the window for you.”
“Oh, Thanks. That would be great,” I said, thinking he was such a nice guy.

After the Sunday afternoon workout I felt like surprising Rachelle with a visit. I drove to her house.
“What are you doing here?” Rachelle asked.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, you did and I feel and look all grubby.”
“No you don’t.”
“If I was expecting you I would have been more prepared.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I insisted.
Rachelle was wearing my gray sweatshirt and gray sweat pants. I must admit that I have seen her look more ravishing. She still looked beautiful through my eyes. Her mom and stepdad left the house shortly after I had arrived. We shared half a bowl of cherries and discussed the idea of high-class prostitution.
“You could easily make five hundred bucks a night at that profession,” I said, thinking it would make her feel good.
She laughed. “No way, do you think so?”
I almost thought I could see the dollar signs light up in her eyes. I was serious with my statement; however, I am hoping she is not serious about the idea of high-class prostitution. And to top it off I hope she was not serious about the COKE plan with Dale either! If I learn they’re involved that will be “it”. I get a feeling they’d do something shady (without my knowledge), too.

I left Rachelle’s home. We left on good terms this time.

PHOTO:  Stephanie Zimbalist

I went to mom’s house and took another late afternoon nap. Then I woke up and watched “The Babysitter”, a film starring Stephanie Zimbalist, William Shatner and Patty Duke.  I like Stephanie Zimbalist.  She was born in 1956.  The movie was a story that was on when I had to go to the hospital back in November 1980. It brings back some horrible flashbacks but it was nice to see the complete movie I never got to see. After the movie I went straight home and fell asleep for the night. Tomorrow is a work day.

There's something missing in every plan. There's some hole in every crime, but you can never know where it is ahead of time.
-Stefan Zweig
"The Post-Office Girl"