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Chapter 50: Meeting Willy's Mother
Later that evening, Willy decided that he really needed to talk to Christy. He was going to see his mother and he wanted Charlie and her to go with him. He was too scared to do it himself. Christy agreed to help him by actually making the phone call and setting up a time that they could meet somewhere. Willy relaxed a bit and thought more about what his father had said about his parent's relationship. "Starshine? Can I ask you something?"
Christy was feeding some geese, ducks, and chickens that laid golden chocolate eggs and turned to look over at Willy. He looked sad and nervous at the same time. "You know you can ask me anything." She smiled at him and turned back to her task, some of the ducks were being particularly greedy.
"Umm, do you think we have a lot in common?" Christy looked at Willy questioningly. She nodded and waited hoping Willy would explain. "Well you see, my ….. they didn't have a lot in common. It made me a bit worried about us, we are very different."
She laughed at Willy and walked over to him to give him a long kiss. As she started going back to her work she answered, "Willy, being different isn't a bad thing."
"Name something we have in common."
Christy had to actually think about that for a minute. They were very different people. "We both like to walk."
"Yeah, I guess, but there really isn't anything else. I love to make candy and you are terrible at making anything. You like to be held and touched and I… well I guess I kind of like it, but not as much as you need it. You like crafts, music, and video games. I hate all those things, except listening to you or the oompa-loompas sing."
"All right, enough Willy." Christy was starting to worry now. She refused to let Willy get himself so bothered about this that he would end their relationship because of what his parents did. "We both like to read, there is another one for you. You don't seem to understand that we need to have some differences in order to function properly. You don't really know what activities we might have in common because you spend all your day making candy. Maybe if you found a new hobby that we both enjoy you would feel better."
"But I love making candy, I don't want another hobby. I don't want to end up like them." Willy was upset now. To him, he had proven himself right. Christy really didn't know how to fix this so she sat in front of him looking him right in the eyes.
"Are you happy when you are with me?"
"Yes, more than I ever imagined I could be."
"Isn't that what's most important?"
Willy thought about that; just being around Christy made him feel good. He wanted to see her smile more than anything in the world. He nodded. "But what about you? I am a lot like my father. What if you are like my mother and run away because you aren't happy?"
Christy looked at him with sad eyes. She couldn't say that she would never run away because that wasn't the truth. She had run away before, but never in the middle of a relationship. It was always after it had ended. "Willy, you make me very happy."
"And I annoy you."
A smirk found its way to Christy's face. "Yes, you do, some days you annoy the shit out of me. But, to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way." Christy put her arms around Willy and held him close. He wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore.
Willy felt warm and safe in Christy's arms. He liked being safe. 'Maybe she is right. Maybe there was more to my mum that dad didn't explain. I will meet her and find out that they were nothing like us.'
Soon the day came around that Willy was going to see his mother. They waited at the little bakery that was starting to feel like a second home to Willy. Willy wasn't speaking to either of them because he was so nervous. He actually did break a pair of gloves and frantically checked him pockets for a spare. Christy kept a hand on him trying to keep him calm and Charlie kept trying to distract him by commenting on the baked good that he was eating.
A small woman walked into the store. She had chocolate brown hair, purple-blue eyes, and three older teenage children following her. At first they thought that there was no way it could have been her, but after her children took a seat at another table, she walked towards them. She stared at Willy for a long time. The closer she got, the more obvious the resemblance between them. "Willy?"
Willy stood up immediately offering his mother a seat; she sat down and eventually so did he. She looked at her son for a long time with a few happy tears falling down her face. Christy made a little signal for Charlie that they should give them some time alone, but Willy held them both down, he couldn't do this without them. "Hi."
"You look a lot like me, but I can tell by some of your mannerisms already, that you have a lot of your father in you too." Willy nodded; Christy had told him that after meeting his father. It didn't take long to see what they had in common. "I actually spoke with your father after I spoke with Christy. He told me that you came around asking about me. I just have to say that I am not sorry I left."
Willy looked a bit shocked. He was hoping she would be a little sorry that she left him. Christy tensed up and tried not to lose her temper at the woman. Charlie was the only calm one at the table. "Why did you leave?" Charlie knew he should have minded his own business, but he knew that is what Willy wanted to know.
Alexandrea Calvin looked at the young boy. "I was too young when I fell in love with Wilbur. I was barely seventeen when I had you, Willy. We were married right away and at first I thought it was the best thing ever, your father is much older than I am. He had a good job, good pay, and he loved me; I loved him too. However, we were just too different. He never really touched me and I love affection. He only care about dentistry and would never go anywhere or do anything with me. He never wanted children and after I had seen some of the world; I wanted several. We just weren't a match."
Now it was Christy's turned to be nervous. She knew exactly why Willy had brought up the difference and hobby conversation the other day. They similarities between the two couples were almost uncanny. Willy only cared about candy, he was weird about being touched, and he hated going anywhere. The difference between Wilbur and Willy was that Willy was at least trying. Christy had to make him see that.
Willy looked up at his mother nervously. "What did you do after you left? Didn't you ever think about me?"
Alexandrea nodded. "I did for a few days; I left not sure where I was going. Your father never wanted a child as I said, so I did worry about what he would do to you. I was young and I didn't really care. I traveled, I got remarried and I had four more children. I really tried to change your father so that we would work better together. I tried to get him to go out at least once in awhile so that I would be happy, but he just didn't enjoy it." She took a glance over at the three sitting at the other table. "The oldest is in college right now, that 18 year old boy is Mark and the twin girls are Haley and Janice. Do you want to meet them?"
Willy shook his head, he was really angry. In his mind he was still stuck on the part where she didn't care. It wasn't like he was really hard to find. Everyone knew where Willy Wonka was, she was a horrible person. "No, I think that is enough information for one day, goodbye."
Willy left the little shop in such a hurry that Christy and Charlie had to take a few minutes to figure out what had just happened. They ran after him, following the sounds of his cane angrily tapping on the ground. Christy knew better than to touch him right then so she just spoke lightly, "Willy?"
Willy turned towards her, his temper barely contained. He was so hurt and angry he didn't really realize what he was doing. 'She had more children, but she never contacted the first one. She wanted kids but easily abandoned me.' He glared at Christy and she jumped back at bit. "You said that wouldn't be us, but the more I learn, the more I think it will be. You are just like her. You run away, you want children; you want to go out and do things. I am just like him, I like to be alone, I want to just make candy and be left alone, I don't want to leave my safe factory and you keep trying to change me." Willy sped off towards the factory leaving Christy almost crying and Charlie trying to comfort her.
Charlie put his arms around Christy; she noticed that he was almost taller than her. "He didn't mean it." Charlie squeezed her shoulders trying to make her feel better. "He didn't mean it."
