Jessica Melrose ran forward with the rest of
the dancers and they took a bow, before the curtains closed. She headed to the
back room, where friends and family were waiting with flowers and praises.
Jessi took her jeans from where they were
hanging on a chair in the back of the room, and put them on. It was the night
before Christmas, and they had just finished their final performance of The
Nutcracker.
But unlike all her other friends, she didn't have anyone coming to pick her up. Her husband Paul was on an urgent business trip to Ohio, and because of all the people wanting to visit their relatives over Christmas, the planes and trains were fully booked. There was no way he would make it back on time.
Jessi reached for a T-shirt and pulled it on
over her leotard, then shrugged on her denim jacket. It was snowing and the
night air was chilly. Walking alone on the icy pavements would be a nightmare.
"Merry Christmas!" a familiar voice boomed
out. Jessi spun around, a relieved smile pushing at the edges of her mouth.
"You're here!" She threw her arms around Paul's waist.
"Missed me?" he teased with a grin, ruffling
her hair. Handing her a bouquet of a dozen red roses, he slipped an arm around
her shoulders.
"How on earth did you manage to get here?"
Jessi asked, incredulous, as they made their way out of the theater into the
cold, snowy night.
"My last meeting there ended early, so I
hung around the airport praying. At last someone who had booked a ticket to
Stamford cancelled because her mom had a heart attack. From Stamford I hitched
a ride to Stoneybrook, then squeezed into a train to get here," Paul explained.
Stoneybrook. For a split second,
Jessi's heart sank as she remembered the town where she'd practically lived all
her life. After high school, Mr. Brailsford from Dance New York had contacted
her again, and this time she'd jumped at the chance. The next few years were
just dances, performances and the big move to New York, where she'd met and
married Paul. Her family was still back in Stoneybrook, but she hadn't talked
to them in a while.
"You okay?" Paul asked when Jessi didn't say
anything.
"Yeah," Jessi answered. "I was just thinking
about the last time I talked to my family. It was probably in February, during
Mama and Dad's wedding anniversary. Maybe I should call later. I mean, it is
Christmas Eve."
Paul replied, "I'm sure they'd love to hear
from you. Especially your younger brother. He's, what, eighteen?"
"Yeah, just got out of high school. I can't
wait to hear his voice again," Jessi said wistfully. They turned onto their
street and strolled down to their apartment building.
In the elevator, Jessi observed a family
living a few floors up just back from Christmas dinner at their grandmother's
home. They had three kids, two girls and a boy. Jessi had always wanted lots of
children, but that would spoil her figure and ruin her career.
Unlocking the front door, Paul and Jessi
were greeted by a seven-year-old girl. She flung her arms around Jessi and
hugged her tightly. "Can I open my presents now?"
Jessi laughed and shook her head. "You know
we always keep them till Christmas morning. It keeps the suspense growing."
The girl's name was Marissa. Her birth
mother was Jessi's cousin Keisha, who had given birth when she was only
nineteen. Still single and not wanting to keep the baby, Keisha had begged and
pleaded until Jessi had agreed to adopt her. Since Jessi couldn't have any
kids, this way she would satisfy herself and do Keisha a big favor.
Jessi shooed Marissa off to bed with a big
kiss on the forehead. The little girl looked exactly like her, with
cocoa-colored skin, big chocolate eyes, dark hair and love for dancing.
Jessi and Paul got ready for bed. When they
were both sitting up, Paul turned on the television and channel-surfed until he
found a golf tournament. Jessi picked up the phone and dialed home.
"Hello, Merry Christmas!" someone chirped.
"Becca?" Jessi said tentatively. "Jessi?"
Becca exclaimed, surprised.
"Yeah. Um, listen, how are you guys? How's everyone?"
"We're fine. We're opening our presents
now." Jessi could hear tearing of gift-wrap and opening of boxes in the
background.
"Can you put Mama on?" Jessi asked. "Sure."
There was a clunk as Becca dropped the phone, then her mother answered in her
warm, kind voice. "Jessi?"
"Hi, Mama."
"How are you? We've barely spoken
since, what, February? I can't believe how famous you are now! I tried to get
tickets to your Christmas ballet but they were all sold out." Mrs Ramsey
stopped for breath.
"Oh, Mama, I miss you guys so much. Tell me
everything that's happening."
"Well…" Mrs Ramsey paused, then let out a
loud squeal. Jessi heard barking, and lots of excited noises.
"Oh, my! Jessi, your Aunt Cecelia just
opened a box with a cocker spaniel inside! Becca gave it to her!" Mrs Ramsey
was practically yelling.
"Wow, cool. Erm, so, what's up with
Squirt?"
"John Phillip Ramsey, Jr.?" Mrs Ramsey
joked. "He grew out of that nickname years ago, sweetie. He says it's childish
and embarrassing. He now likes to be called Jon. J-O-N," she spelled out. "He's
off to UCLA in three months. The application was approved, and the letter
arrived two days ago."
"Give him a kiss for me," Jessi told her
mother, feeling a pang of jealousy and sadness that she wasn't there to
celebrate Christmas with them.
"Sure. And your dad and your aunt Cecelia
too?"
"You bet. And Mama…I promise I'll visit
soon. When I have time."
"Okay. Jessi, sweetheart, I have to go now.
I love you."
"I love you too, Mama. Bye!" Jessi listened
to her mother say goodbye, then hung up the phone. She sniffled.
"Is everything okay?" Paul asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," Jessi lied, wiping away a tear.
"It's just allergies."
"Okay." Paul turned back to his program.
A minute later, the phone rang again. Jessi
answered in a second. She listened for a moment, just murmuring "Okay" and
"Yeah" over and over again. Finally she hung up, and the sparkle was back in
her eyes.
"Who was that?" Paul asked, glancing at her.
"My old friend, Mallory. We're going to have
a reunion!"
