Лаура Миллер - My Butterfly

“I’m, uh, going to go get some more tea,” Jessica said then, rising from her chair. “Rachel, you want some?”

Rachel shook her head.

“No, honey,” Rachel said, laughing under her breath.

I watched Rachel’s eyes follow Jessica as Jessica disappeared behind the screen door. Then, Rachel’s gaze settled into mine.

“Jeff and Jessica are dating now,” she rattled off.

She had said the words so quickly I almost couldn’t process them all at one time.

I sat there for a second as all the gears clicked.

“So, that’s what knucklehead wanted to tell me,” I said out loud, but really to myself.

Rachel nodded her head in slow, exaggerated nods. She was still wearing her devilish grin — that one that Julia had always warned me about.

I sat back in my chair and let my head fall back.

“I don’t know how he did it,” I said again, mainly to myself.

“I know! Crazy, right?” she exclaimed. “I mean, she was crazy about you for so long.”

Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking her head.

“But in the end, Jeff’s really good for her,” she said. “They really fit together better, you know?”

My head leveled back again, and before I knew it, I was staring at Rachel with a side-smile and narrowed eyes.

“Will, you know what I mean,” she said, shoving my arm.

“You need someone with more fight,” she said, as she drew her face closer to mine and used her hand to cover one side of her lips. “I mean, I love Jessica, but let’s face it, that girl wasn’t raised here.”

I tossed my head back again and laughed.

“Jon’s a lucky man, Rachel,” I said, eyeing her again with a smirk still plastered on my face.

She shot me a confident look.

“He knows it,” she said.

I watched Rachel toss her gaze to somewhere off into the distance. Then, I sat up straighter in my chair and cleared my throat.

“Uh, speaking of that, there’s something I need you to do,” I said.

My smile had faded now. A serious expression had replaced it. Rachel returned her attention to me and drew her face even closer. Curiosity surrounded her, and I was pretty sure she was wearing that devilish grin again, but I couldn’t quite tell through the fog of her poker face.

“Only if it involves Julia,” she said.

Her words surprised me. My eyes grew wide, and I tried to force back a guilty grin even as I pressed on.

“Do you think you can get her back to New Milford?” I asked.

“When?” she asked.

She didn’t even bother to ask why, and I chuckled a little at that.

“In two weeks,” I said and then lowered my eyes.

I glanced back up at her seconds later, and her eyes immediately locked onto mine. I almost felt naked, as if she could see right through me or something.

“I think I just kind of assumed that she would just be there,” I went on. “But now, I’m starting to second-guess it. I mean, she just moved across the country, and she’s got a new job, you know? I shouldn’t have assumed she would be there.”

I stopped and drew in a deep breath.

“Rach, I need her there,” I continued.

Rachel’s hand fell to my knee then, and my eyes quickly traveled to her hand.

“Your charity concert?” she asked.

I nodded my head and returned my eyes to hers.

“I’ve already got it covered,” she said, winking back at me and falling back into her chair again.

I cocked my head to the side.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, the first time I told her about it, she put up a fight, as usual, and said she had to work or something crazy like that, but I called her firm last night and sweet-talked her secretary out of some information.”

I felt my eyebrows coming together.

“I met her once — the secretary,” she said, flipping her hand in the air. “It’s okay. She’s a nice girl. Anyway, evidently, Miss Lang took off that Friday for ‘some charity concert up North.’”

She used her fingers to make quotation marks.

“And, honey, I don’t know what changed her mind, but I do know she has a ticket,” she said, mischievously smiling.

She stopped then and started waving her finger.

“You know, come to think of it actually, it just might have been a certain song that persuaded her,” she said, allowing her stare to wander off into the distance again before returning to me.

My heart instantly sped up a few beats per minute.

“She heard it?” I asked.

Rachel smiled and slowly nodded her head.

“Now, we just have to pray that she gets on that plane,” she said.

My lips were gradually lifting into a grin, but I knew there was still a somewhat puzzled look glued to my face.

“But how did you know?” I asked.

The sentence came out slow and broken, but I managed to get it all out, as Rachel met my stare.

“That you were still in love with her?” she asked.

I stared back at her, with my mouth cocked slightly open.

“Well, I always kind of knew,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “But then, you bought that ticket, and I knew you didn’t just want to sightsee in San Diego. And then, Jessica told me about your guys’ little talk that one night.”

Her eyes left me and fell onto a spot off in the distance somewhere again.

“Ten years ago, I didn’t so much care for Jessica,” she confessed. “That was, of course, before I knew her,” she said, pushing up another devious grin.

Then, I watched as her eyes returned to me.

“Thanks, Rachel,” I said.

“She’s your fight, Will,” she said. “It’s the least I can do.”

My eyes fell to the floorboards at my feet, and a faint smile found its way to my lips; though, I was pretty sure it was one part hopeful and one part terrified.

“Rachel,” I said, lifting my eyes to hers again.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, black box. I stared at it as I turned it over in my hand. Then, I set it down onto the table’s surface in front of her.

Rachel’s jaw was cocked open, and her brown eyes were big when I met her gaze.

“What is that, Will?” she asked, forcing her eyes to the little box.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s my grandmother’s ring,” I said.

She looked up at me again and then back at the box.

“Can I?” she asked.

I laughed.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head.

She snatched up the little box and quickly pulled back its lid.

“Oh my gosh, Will,” she exclaimed. “It’s beautiful.”

When she was finished examining the ring, she met my eyes.

“The concert?” she asked.

I took a deep breath in and then let it quickly escape. Then, I nodded my head.

“So, this is why we need to get her back here?” she asked.

A wide smile gradually took over my face.

Rachel carefully closed the box’s lid and handed the ring back to me.

“I’ll make sure she gets on the plane,” she said.

“Thanks, Rachel,” I said, as my eyes found a spot on the table’s surface again, and then I paused.

“Rachel,” I said, lifting my gaze. “I have one more favor to ask of you.”

I was nervous. I couldn’t help but be. I hadn’t really talked to Jules’s mom in years. I tended to avoid the people that reminded me of Jules or the life I used to have with her. Her mom was one of those people.

“Rachel,” I heard Mrs. Lang exclaim, as Rachel stepped into the house in front of me.

Jules’s mom enveloped Rachel in a hug and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, and sweetie, Eric left some of that blackberry honey out for Jon,” Mrs. Lang said. “He knows how much he likes that kind.”

“Oh, thanks, Mrs. L,” Rachel said, as Jules’s mom released Rachel from her grip.

I was now standing in the hallway behind Rachel, so when Rachel stepped out of the way, I was in plain view.

“Will,” Mrs. Lang exclaimed.

I couldn’t tell if she had said my name in a scolding tone or if it had come from a place of surprise.

“Mrs. Lang,” I said, greeting her and tipping my cap.

She was motionless for a second, and her expression refused to waiver. But before I could think of what to do next, she threw her arms around me, just like she had done with Rachel a minute ago.

“It’s so good to see you,” she said, into my shoulder. “It’s been so long.”

She pulled away from me then but kept her hands on my shoulders, as if to get a good look at me.

“You’re so grown up,” she exclaimed, as her eyes turned a little sad.

“Nah,” I said. “I’m not that grown up yet.”

She softly smiled and then turned to Rachel.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and squished her lips together like Rachel did when she was indifferent.

“He’s really not,” Rachel reassured her.

Mrs. Lang turned back to me, smiled again and squeezed my shoulders.

“Well, do you guys want some spiced honey cookies or some honey bread or tea?” she asked, as she darted into the kitchen then.

Rachel followed Mrs. L into the other room and came back out with a cup of something in her hand.

“The tea has honey in it,” Rachel said, as she smiled up at me.

“Will, do you want anything?” Mrs. L asked.

“Uh, no, Mrs. Lang, I’m fine. Thanks,” I said, grinning.

Jules’s dad had picked up raising bees in the last couple of years. I knew that because he sold the honey and everything that went along with it at my grandpa’s store.

Suddenly, Mrs. Lang appeared in the hallway again.