‘Scott, I don’t really want to go to the country club.’ Even though I was dressed, I was still trying to get out of another function. We seemed to be going to so many lately now that Scott was Mayor. Of course, I supported him but I was seven months pregnant and this pregnancy was not as easy as the others. All I wanted to do was collapse on the sofa and read.
Scott smiled and gently kissed me. ‘We have to, honey, you know we do. Lou’s gone on ahead and Dad’s taking the boys. We’ll just make an appearance and then go, okay?’
‘Promise?’
‘We’ll go home when you want to, okay?’
I waddled out to the car, slid in, and Scott backed the car down the drive. We lived in town in a large rambling house that I loved. The boat business had suddenly exploded and the old house by the river was now the office for the boatyard, which now employed thirty-five people.
Ben had retired and we insisted he live with us. It was great having him around, and good for Sam and Matt as he was always there when they came home from school.
‘There’s a lot of cars here,’ I said as we drove into the country club parking lot. ‘What’s this function again, honey?’
‘Council business,’ Scott said, ‘I told you.’ He opened the door for me and took my arm. ‘Before we go inside,’ he said with a smile, ‘I want you to know I love you.’
‘I love you, sweetie,’ I said, and we kissed.
The country club was quiet and I wondered where the people from all those cars were. Scott steered me into the restaurant and suddenly the room was alive with people, jumping and calling out, ‘Surprise! Surprise!’
‘Oh, no,’ I groaned, burying my face in Scott’s shoulder, ‘not again!’
He gently turned me around and I saw the banner. ‘Congratulations Doctor Jacquie, Ten Years in Indian Mask’
I waggled my finger at him. ‘You horrible man,’ I said and he grinned. ‘You could have told me.’
‘I’m the Mayor, honey, I had to keep it a secret.’
Scott led me to a long table and I was surprised to see Brenda and her husband Bob seated at it, along with Ben, Lou and my two sons, Sam and Matt with Eleanor and Carl. ‘Congratulations,’ Brenda said, kissing my cheek as she embraced me. ‘Who’d have thought, huh?’
‘Yeah,’ I said wryly, ‘who would have?’
Scott helped me into my chair and then he walked over to the microphone. Ben leaned over with a wink. ‘Remember the good old days, Jacquie, when Scott wouldn’t say anything? Now we can’t shut him up.’ Sam and Matt giggled at that and I had to smile.
Lou leaned over and held my hand. ‘You okay, Mom?’ I nodded and rummaged in my bag for tissues. I had a feeling I was going to need them.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ Scott began, ‘I’m not going to talk for long…’
‘That’d be a change!’ John Hopkins called out and everyone laughed.
‘That’ll be enough out of you, John Hopkins, or I’m going to have to get the new sheriff to lock you up.’ Everyone laughed and John grinned. He had been retired for three years and the replacement, as everyone knew, was his son-in-law. ‘Seriously, folks, we’re here to celebrate Jacquie’s ten years of unswerving dedication to our community.’ I flinched at ‘unswerving’ but everyone applauded. ‘And we’re going to get everyone to reminisce, so I’ll hand over to our MC for tonight, Louise Carson.’
Lou winked and took a radio microphone from one of the staff and stood in the center of the room. ‘I remember when I first met Mom. I was lying in a smashed car with a broken arm and bleeding all over the place. I was eight and very scared when suddenly this calm face appeared and began to put things right. For a minute, I thought I had died and she was an angel.’ I groaned at that and buried my head in my hands while people laughed.
‘Let’s get some more memories. Eleanor,’ Lou said, holding the portable microphone to Eleanor, ‘do you remember when you first met Doctor Carson?’
‘I sure do. This feisty young woman came in with you and your dad after the accident and told me she was a doctor.’
‘You didn’t believe her, did you?’
‘No, she didn’t look old enough but she soon proved she was a doctor and a good one. She’s also a dear friend to me and I think she’s wonderful.’
I tried to smile back at Eleanor but the tears began to roll down my cheeks as Lou moved around the audience, getting comments. Scott sat beside me and hugged me. ‘I’ll get you for this,’ I muttered.
‘Promise?’ He smiled and I poked him in the ribs.
‘Ron,’ Lou said, ‘you convinced Mom to stay?’
‘Me? No, I think she fell in love…’ he paused and there were a few giggles, ‘with the town!’ Everyone laughed. ‘And she’s done everything she can to increase the population of Indian Mask.’ Everyone roared at that and I smiled to myself. Little do they know, I thought, patting my stomach.
‘Do you remember an incident, Susan?’ Lou asked, moving on.
‘Tommy had an asthma attack late at night. I was on my own and I called Jacquie. She arrived in less than ten minutes, still in her nightdress and slippers, just an old overcoat and slippers on, and she was pregnant with Sam at the time. Jacquie was so calm and she stayed with us for hours until everything was under control. I’ll never forget the relief I felt when her car pulled up. Thanks, Jacquie.’
It went on. Rhoda, Jim, Carl, even Ben had a little something to say. ‘I couldn’t imagine Indian Mask without her,’ he said simply and sat down to wild applause.
Lou took the microphone back and I was surprised to see her eyes were filling. ‘I’m lucky because I’ve lived with her for so long and learned so much. I tried to think of her qualities that I could list but I decided on just one. She loves. That’s it,’ she smiled through her tears. ‘She loves her family, she loves you people and she never asks for anything in return, she just gives and gives. Thanks, Mom, from all of us. Now it’s your turn.’
I managed to stand and Lou grinned. ‘Be careful of my little sister, Mom.’
I took the microphone and she kissed my cheek. ‘I love you, Mom.’ She meant to say it quietly but the microphone picked it up.
‘I love you, honey,’ I said and everyone was smiling. ‘Well,’ I said looking around at my friends and family, ‘I really don’t know what to say. You have given me so much, I feel I’m the luckiest woman in the world.’ Brenda grinned at me and I smiled at her.
‘I have news for you, Louise,’ I said and Lou groaned and rolled her eyes.
‘I know I’m in trouble when she calls me Louise!’ Everyone laughed.
‘It’s not your little sister in here,’ I said, smiling as I patted my belly, ‘it’s your little sisters!’
Lou exclaimed excitedly, ‘Twins? I don’t believe it!’
‘Neither do I,’ groaned Scott.
‘See what I mean? She’s a one woman population explosion.’ Ron called out and the laughter continued.
I looked around the room. Everyone was getting older, myself included, but life was wonderful.
‘Thank you,’ I said quietly, ‘thank you for everything.’ I handed the microphone back and everyone stood to applaud.
I leaned down to softly kiss Scott. ‘I’m ready to go home now,’ I murmured.
He smiled. ‘You have to wait for the cake.’
‘Okay,’ I said softly, ‘I love you.’
That grin of his that I loved so much crept up and ambushed his face. ‘I love you,’ he said simply. ‘Everyone loves you.’
Sweet!
This is wonderful tale. Cool!,One of the best of it's type I've read!
Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"
Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"
UNMASKED !
I don't know exactly when it happened, but I'm glad that it did. Wwhaaa hopnn you might ask? Something I'd better get right the first time and blame,....'er thank Carmenica for. Character identifying they call it don't they. A reader will get pulled into a well written story and "walks in the shoes", and more fittingly, the life that soothes the aching heart for a while. But, as usual I'm talking about something deeper. Jack started out with his Oscar-worthy charade, only to fool himerself about what has value; the past that can't be regained vs. the wonder of providences' present. On this Thanksgiving
Day this reader has gleaned from life's plate a marvelous bellyfull.
I'm thankful for a writer's skills that allowed me to look back thru
the emotions simmered to the surface and shift from walking in Jackie's shoes and into Scott's. As providence has best suited this
shy "Scott" to respond to amicable prodding and "be" the obvious destiny, the secondary "becoming" just gets in the way. It's not that the "Forced into Stockings" kink must be denighed, reality demands that it stay down on the taskbar. (Where the cover is now)! Got's
to much work needsa doin'! Thank-you Carmenica. Johncorc
johncorc
This was an EARLY effort?
Don't be ashamed of this story.
It may not have the dramatic tension that Elizabeth Grey has but it was charming and a classic case of making lemonade out of what he first though was a whole case of lemons. Her life is every bit as professionally rewarding as his was, if not more as her work will not be hidden and repressed. Her personal life is far, far better and she did keep some good friends from the past.
Was this at all inspired by the old Michael J Fox commedy about a rich, young city doctor stranded in a town despatrate for a doctor? What evr the inspiration, nice job.
Hope you test the TG fiction waters again should the muse move you. Better was a worthwhile read too.
John in Wauwatosa
But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine)
Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)
But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine) Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)
Lovely!
I've avoided this story because of the name, thinking it was some silly takeoff on the stupid Jim Carey movie. But tonight I decided to take a look, for some unknown reason, and I'm glad I did! This turned out to be a perfectly lovely story, quite charming, and once I got into it there was no way I could stop until I reached the end.
I needed something like this, something that spoke of love and the good in people. Thank you for a very enjoyable story.
Love & Hugs!
Karen J.
Thank you
Thank you for a beautiful story. I certainly enjoy sweet stories every so often, especially this time of the year. Reading your story touched off feelings that I suppressed most of my life but have allowed to flow over the last seven years. It's a shame that they are only felt while reading such stories and is not an intregal part of my everyday life.
Anyway, thank you for making me 'feel.'
Thanks to all. So glad you en
Thanks to all. So glad you enjoyed the story. never thought of the film connection! What an idiot I am!
The Mask - Carmenica Diaz
I’ve read this so many times and I still become teary at the end!
Why do I keep coming back to stories by Carmenica Diaz? Well, I was hooked when I first read Catherine Lawrence and have been enjoying her stories ever since. The reasons are clear in The Mask!
The plot takes a back seat to a story peopled with believable and warm characters. The writing style is sparse but with enough descriptive phrases to allow you to see the story as it unfurls. The pace is good, and it is impossible to stop reading once you’re in it. (I remember when I received my volume of the complete Elizabeth Grey, I read the entire volume in one very late night!)
The Mask, a simple story, but it has so much warmth that I just feel so comfortable and calm reading it.
And, of course, the romance is great.
Please, Carmenica, return to writing TG, you are one of the greats! I reread Body Double the other night and, even though I have read it many times before, I loved it again! I just love the end – so romantic!
Don’t you dare retire!
Melanie
Body Double - Carmenica D. Where?
I saw a reference to a story of Carmenica Diaz's called "Body Double". The name intrigues me and I was wondering where I might find it. Can anybody point me to a website? It's not on FM, I tried there.
Thanks!
Karen J.
Body Double
Body Double can be purchased at Lulu.com, £8.80 paperback or £3.75 as a download.
Coincidently I just started reading it again last night. I've read most of her works and in my opinion this is marginally her best, just ahead of Elizabeth Grey (very much an emotional rollercoaster). I've always thought this plot would make a good film.
If you do decide to purchase, I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.
Kathryn
Re: Body Double
Check Cafe Boudoir. It's a great TG story and well worth the price.
Re: Body Double
Check Cafe Boudoir. It's a great TG story and well worth the price.
Fabulous
Forgot just how amazing and moving this story is and glad I read it again. I am really a sucker for warm and fuzzy stories and this is one of the best. What a good way to turn around such an incredible shock, and what a better life!
Hugs, Kristi
This was a very sweet story.
This was a very sweet story. Not at all where I thought it was going to go.