A Cry In The Night

5

We are crossing over Green Bay, Wisconsin. Our altitude is thirty thousand feet. We’ll be landing at the Twin Cities Airport at five-fifty-eight P.M. The temperature in Minneapolis is eight degrees Fahrenheit. It’s a clear, beautiful afternoon. Hope you’re enjoying your flight, folks. Thanks again for flying Northwest.”

Erich’s hand covered Jenny’s. “Enjoying your flight?”

She smiled at him. “Very much.” They both looked down at his mother’s gold wedding band now on her finger.

Beth and Tina had fallen asleep. The flight attendant had removed the center arm and they were curled up together, auburn ringlets overlapping, their new green velvet jumpers and white turtleneck pullovers somewhat rumpled now.

Jenny turned to study the cushion of clouds that floated outside the plane window. Underneath her happiness she was still furious with Kevin. She’d known he was weak and irresponsible but she’d always thought of him as being casually good-natured. But he was a spoiler. He’d managed to cloud their wedding day.

In the apartment after he left, Erich had said, “Why did he thank you and what did he mean? Did you invite him to our home?”

She’d tried to explain but the explanation felt hollow in her own ears.

“You gave him three hundred dollars?” Erich asked incredulously. “How much does he owe you in support payments and loans?”

“But I don’t need that and the furniture was half his.”

“Or maybe you wanted to be sure he had fare to come visit you?”

“Erich, how can you believe that?” She’d forced back the tears that threatened to fill her eyes but not before Erich had seen them.

“Jenny, forgive me. I’m sorry. I’m jealous of you. I admit that. I hate the fact that man ever touched you. I don’t want him to ever put a finger on you again.”

“He won’t. I can promise you that. God, if anything I’m so grateful to him for signing the adoption papers. I kept my fingers crossed right to the last minute on that.”

“Money talks.”

“Erich, you didn’t pay him?”

“Not much. Two thousand dollars. A thousand per girl. A very cheap price to get rid of him.”

“He sold you his children.” Jenny had tried to keep the contempt from showing in her voice.

“I’d have paid fifty times more.”

“You should have told me.”

“I wouldn’t have told you now except I don’t want any leftover pity for him… Let’s forget him. This is our day. How about opening your wedding present?”

It was a Blackglama mink coat. “Oh, Erich.”

“Come on-try it on.”

It felt luxurious, soft, lightweight, warm. “It’s exactly right with your hair and eyes,” Erich said, pleased. “Do you know what I was thinking this morning?”

“No.”

He’d put his arms around her. “I slept so badly last night. I hate hotels and all I could think is that tonight Jenny will be with me in my own home. Do you know that poem, ‘Jenny Kissed Me’?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I could only remember a couple of the lines. ‘Say I’m weary, say I’m sad’… and then the triumphant last line is ‘Jenny kissed me.’ I was thinking that as I rang the bell and then a minute later I have to watch Kevin MacPartland kiss you.”

“Please, Erich.”

“Forgive me. Let’s get out of this place. It’s depressing.”

She hadn’t had time to take a final look before he rushed her to the limousine.

Even during the ceremony Kevin had been on her mind, especially her marriage to him at St. Monica’s four years ago. They’d chosen that church because Nana had been married there. Nana sat beaming in the first row. She hadn’t approved of Kevin but put her doubts behind her when she couldn’t dissuade Jen. What would she think of this ceremony before a judge instead of a priest? “I, Jennifer, take you…” She hesitated. Dear God, she’d almost said Kevin. She felt Erich’s questioning eyes and began again. Firmly. “I, Jennifer, take you, Erich…”

“What God has joined together, man must not separate.”

The judge had spoken the words solemnly.

But they’d said that at her wedding to Kevin.

They arrived in Minneapolis one minute ahead of schedule. A large sign said, WELCOME TO THE TWIN CITIES. Jenny studied the airport with avid interest. “I’ve been all over Europe but never farther west than Pennsylvania,” she laughed. “I had a mental image of landing in the midst of a prairie.”

She was holding Beth by the hand. Erich was carrying Tina. Beth looked backward at the ramp that led to the plane. “More plane, Mommy,” she begged.

“You may have started something, Erich,” Jenny said. “They seem to be developing a taste for first-class travel.”

Erich was not listening. “I told Clyde to have Joe waiting for us,” he said. “He should have been at the arrival gate.”

“Joe?”

“One of the farmhands. He’s not too bright but he’s excellent with horses and a good driver. I always have him chauffeur me when I don’t want to leave the car at the airport. Oh, here he is.”

Jenny saw rushing toward them a straw-haired, slenderly built young man of about twenty, with wide innocent eyes and rosy cheeks. He was neatly dressed in a thermal coat, dark knit trousers, heavy boots and gloves. A chauffeur’s cap sat incongruously on his thick hair. He pulled it off as he stopped in front of Erich, and she had time to reflect that for such a handsome young man he looked awfully worried.

“Mr. Krueger, I’m sorry I’m late. The roads are pretty icy.”

“Where’s the car?” Erich asked brusquely. “I’ll get my wife and children settled, then you and I can attend to the luggage.”

“Yes, Mr. Krueger.” The worried look deepened. “I’m really sorry I’m late.”

“Oh, for heaven sake,” Jenny said. “We’re early, one minute early.” She held out her hand. “I’m Jenny.”

He took it, holding it gingerly as though he feared hurting it. “I’m Joe, Mrs. Krueger. Everybody’s looking forward to seeing you. Everybody’s been talking about you.”

“I’m sure they have,” Erich said shortly. His arm urged Jenny forward. Joe fell back behind them. She realized Erich was annoyed. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to have been so friendly. Her life in New York and Hartley gallery and the apartment on Thirty-seventh Street suddenly seemed terribly far away.