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Chapter 16
When Gerry woke up at 5:30, he was amazed to smell breakfast cooking. As he walked out to the kitchen, he saw Ann, Jillian and Charline cooking bacon, heating up the cliché, and making sami’s. Really, sami’s were sandwiches made with dinner roles, but Ann had been calling them sami’s for as long as she could remember.
Gerry grabbed a cup of tea, which Charline had brewed just for him, and a few pieces of bacon before heading out to the garage to help Mike and Teague pack the coolers. When he got out there, he mouth dropped. There was at least a half case of beer for each person, including him, even though he didn’t drink.
“Gerry,” Mike shouted, “put that cup down and give us a hand. We have a system, you fill the cooler, I chip the ice, and Teague puts it in the cooler.”
“Sounds good to me,” Gerry said as he got to work filling three large coolers and four small ones.
About a half hour later, all the beer, pop, and water had been packed. All that was left was the food. While the girls finished placing the food in the coolers, Ann looked at her watch. It was 6:30 and time to go. The police was going to meet them at the hotel Lynn and Brendan were staying at around 6:45. “You guys,” Charline said as the three huge coolers were packed into the back of the hummer, “feel free to come up to the seats and say hi.”
“We’ll see,” Ann said as she hugged her mom, “that is such a long walk and I don’t know if I can make it there and back.”
“Well at least call us and tell us what the escort was like.”
“I will mom.”
Ann and Gerry picked up Lynn and Brendan, but after they had stopped at Starbucks to get coffee and muffins. The police escort pulled up right when Lynn and Brendan had walked out of the hotel to get in the car. The cool thing about being famous and having a police escort, was that they didn’t have to sit in heavy race traffic and they had the best spot in the in-field cornered off for them.
The thing about the in-field at the Indianapolis 500, was basically that all the people who couldn’t afford the $85 dollar seats, paid $20 to drive into the field in the middle of the oval track with all the beer they wanted. The people in the seats had to carry what they wanted in. The fact that the in-fielders had more beer was just part of what made the in-field fun. There were people grilling and playing football and all kinds of craziness.
When they drove into the field, Gerry and Brendan had their mouths wide open. Ann and Lynn had told them how many people came to the race, but they never imagined that the girls were telling the truth. There had to be tens of thousands of people parked in the in-field. Because of the group’s celebrity status, they were escorted to the best spot, that had been roped off just for them. It was right up against the hill that you could sit on to watch the race from the third turn. “If I knew being famous would get me this spot,” Ann said to Lynn, “I would have tried harder earlier.” Both girls laughed, as they got out of the hummer, and began to unpack all the chairs and food.
Nothing terribly exciting happened during the race. There were a few crashes, as usual. One of them occurred right in front of where the group was sitting. Ann, however missed it because she had had too much to drink and passed out in the back of the Hummer. Gerry was tempted to mess with her, but Lynn noticed the look on his face and smacked the though right out of him.
When the race was over, and everyone was packing up, Ann woke up. Because they were so far away from the exit, Ann and Lynn decided it would be better to wait before they left. “Hey Ann,” Lynn said, “how about we teach these boys how to play toilet paper football.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ann replied. They began to play and Brendan joined in. Ann was trying to get Gerry’s attention, but he was too busy talking to the few fans that had found him.
Just as the fans were walking away, Gerry felt something hit him in the head. He looked around and saw a roll of toilet paper on the ground next to his feet. He looked up and saw Ann, Lynn, and Brendan laughing hysterically. “I told you, you need to pay more attention to me,” Ann said in-between fits of laughter.
“It isn’t very nice to throw things at your boyfriend’s head,” Gerry replied walking towards them.
“I know, but you have to admit it was funny.” Gerry threw the roll at Ann and hit her in the boob. “That hurt to bastard son of a monkey!”
“What? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Sweetie,” Lynn interrupted, “she has always been like that.”
The next few hours were spent in the car. Traffic was horrible and Brendan, who was driving, was getting a bit frazzled, so the four of them decided to pull a Chinese Fire Drill and switch places. Ann ended up driving with Lynn next to her, as the boys sat, wondering how they got forced into the back seat. “Because we are better than you,” Ann and Lynn said in unison.
When they finally got back to Ann’s house, everyone was tired. Teague and Jillian were taking a nap in their room and Mike had passed out in his chair. Charline was finishing up putting everything away. “Mom, you look exhausted,” Ann said. “Let me finish that while you go lay down.”
“Dinner is pretty much what ever you can find and when ever you want,” Charline said as she walked into the room she shared with Ann’s dad. “You are pretty much on your own.”
“Thanks for everything mom,” Ann said. When Ann was finished, she walked over to the couch to find Lynn sleeping peacefully on Brendan’s chest and Gerry waiting with open arms for her to get under the blanket. “Hey Brendan,” Ann said as she laid down on the couch with Gerry, “I think maybe you two should just stay here tonight. We can take you guys back in the morning.”
“I was actually going to suggest that,” Brendan replied with a tired smile. “I figured that if you were anywhere near as tired as me, you wouldn’t want to drive anymore.”
As Ann laid there in Gerry’s arms, she began to drift off. Gerry couldn’t tell if it was the rhythmic sound of her breathing and the fact that without thinking he had matched it, the way she always smelt of roses and coconuts, or the way she fit perfectly in the crook of his arm, but there was something about Ann that made him smile more than ever. With everything it had taken to get their relationship started, and all the baggage she came with, Gerry felt more in love with Ann than he could have imagined.
Just before Ann lost consciousness, she felt Gerry’s stubble as his soft lips hit her cheek. Then Gerry uttered something he thought he would never say, “You are my one love, now and for always. I love you Ann.”
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