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IN THE EYE OF THE STORM
Chapter 3
At 1036 Park Ave, everything went as usual. The brass and glass front door, which had been polished that morning, swung open and they entered. The marble floor also shone under the chandeliers of the entrance hall. Concierge service greeted warmly.
"Good morning Miss Naberrie."
"Good morning Martin, everything OK. ?"
"Of course, everything works here."
Padmé and Anakin headed for the elevators. The top floor was her parents' penthouse where she still lived. She opened the door with the key card and was almost startled by her mother's scream.
"Padme! For God's sake, where have you been, we've almost gone mad with worry?"
Dad came over and hugged her.
"Padmé, oh god, you are here at last."
"I'll tell you right away. I want to introduce you to Anakin Skywalker first. We're both at Columbia University, we even take a class together."
Mother Jobal stretched out her hand and then father Ruwee, who immediately had a question, typically a lawyer.
"And what do you major in?"
"Mechanical engineering."
"Then you must be good at math, right?" said Ruwee.
"Yes, math is my favorite subject, next to robotics."
"Do you want to apply to NASA later?"
"I play foodball for the Lions and hope to make in NFL...next year."
"Oh, then I wish you the best of luck. I'm a Patriots fan, but I also watch College Foodball sometimes, I think I even saw you playing... once. You're quarterback, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"And what happened while the hurricane was raging, where were you?" Jobal changed the subject of conversation.
And then Padmé told how she was struggling to live in the street, how Anakin took her in his car, how they sat in the car, almost got killed by the falling ladder and, while the eye of the storm passed, they escaped to Anakin's apartment.
"I take it that bag holds your wet things when you're wearing Anakin's clothes? Go take a shower. You Anakin, you can take a shower too...if you haven't already..."
"In my apartment works nothing ."
"Then go, we'll eat in about an hour. Stay for lunch, Anakin."
"Gladly, thank you."
As they walked towards their room, Anakin took in every detail of the luxurious apartment. He wasn't poor, his mother was a key account manager at Black Rock, it has something tosay, and his stepfather was also in banking business, he was broker at stock exchange . Well, but this here was on a higher level. Padme's parents were lawyers, Naberrie & Naberrie was the top law firm in New York.
Padme's room was furnished in a modern style, everything was of the finest quality, even had access to the large terrace with a view of Park Ave and across the house over the rooftops of New York.
"I'm going to shower first and then you can do."
As long as she was in the bathroom, he saw the photos on the wall of her bed alcove. He saw her and her girlfriends, family and yet her with a young man...her boyfriend?
She came out in a robe and rubbed her hair dry.
"Have you been told you have beautiful hair?"
"Many people said many things to me, but it was not important."
"Then who is this young man holding you so tightly in his arms?"
This is Rush Clovis, my ex-boyfriend... oh, I've wanted to take that photo down for a long time and I keep forgetting."
Anakin picked the framed photo off the wall.
"Where's your waste paper bin?"
She laughed and pointed to the desk where thewaste paper bin was.
"Just take out the photo and hang up the frame again. It should remind me how nothing can come of hope."
"One day, maybe, there will be a photo hanging here that shows how something beautiful can be made out of nothing." He smiled at her.
"Perhaps, if one has patience and does not rush."
She was looking for something to wear in her large wardrobe. She stopped there and dropped the robe on the floor. She put on her underwear quickly, then jeans and sweatshirt.
"You can take shower now."
Anakin walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He undressed and put his clothes on the laundry basket, went into the shower and let the water run.
Padmé heard the water running in the shower and felt the urge to step inside. She wanted to see him...naked.
"Can I come in, I need my hairbrush?" she called from the door.
"Yes, sure." Came the reply.
He stood under the falling drops of warm water, his back to her. She couldn't avert her eyes. He was tall, quite a bit taller than her, with long muscular legs, perfectly shaped butt and torso, broad shoulders. He turned around, scrubbing his hair. He was a sight that almost took her breath away and made a whole swarm of butterflies feel in her stomach. Pull yourself together Padmé, she thought, but she kept staring. Her eyes scanned him from head to the bottom and lingered on a spot where there was an imposing piece between his legs. She held in her hands. No, no, she didn't want to do it again, he was a playboy...claiming not to be.
"Do you see something you like?"
"No…...uh yes…...uh sorry."
She went out quickly. Tender bond of friendship...he has to pass the test...uh what a test? Did she want him? Damn it, Padmé, she thought, you fell. What will your girlfriends say, I'm sure: we were right after all...and the parents? With them it's not about what they say, but about what they expect from her and that was: to take over the law firm one day, to marry a man who is a successful lawyer, comes from a good family, between career and husband to get two or three children and, and, and... Can she live up to it, does she want to live up to it? Where is the space for: what do I want? Not even twenty-four hours ago she got a taste of what it could be.
Already dressed, Anakin came out of the bathroom, walked up to her, took her in the arms, pressed her head against his chest , kissed her hair and asked:
"Are you OK again. ?
She leaned back a little and put her hand on his chest where his heart was.
"Does anyone live there?"
"No, but someone knocked on it's door."
As long as they stood there in a tight embrace, her parents were talking in the living room.
"Ruwee, is he her boyfriend now, she didn't introduce him as a boyfriend? Do you think they… sleep together, she stayed at his place?"
"She is twenty, Jobal. How old were you and me when we slept together, eighteen?"
"Seventeen."
"You see, it would be entirely possible and normal."
"But we don't know how serious she is about who he is, his family, background...you know what I mean?"
"We'll have a little chat during the dinner."
"You mean to take him ander cross-examination." Jobal laughed.
"Exactly, and I'm sure you want to play public prosecutor."
"Ruwee, you're the best criminal defense attorney in New York, you do the best job of conveying the role and earning his trust."
At that moment, Padmé and Anakin entered the room.
"Take place, let's have a drink before we eat. Jobal, ask Maria if she can already serve."
Jobal left and they sat on the couch. Padmé sat down next to Anakin, a little apart, as if she knew what was coming, or she certainly did. Jobal came back.
"Twenty minutes more."
"Whisky, Anakin?"
"Yes, of course, but very little, please. I don't drink much, it's not good for me as an athlete... my coach says."
"Oh, you take your sport very seriously."
"Just call me Anakin."
"OK. Anakin. Do you also take your studies so seriously?" asked Jobal.
"Yes, I think I'm a good student..."
"He's on the Dean's List, Mom."
"Remarkable. There is a great achievement behind it. And why don't you want to continue studying, MIT for example?"
"Well, if I don't get drafted by the Patriots, Giants, Commanders, Ravens or Jats so I can stay around here, then I'll go to MIT, my GPA is high enough. Let's see, but really only the Patriots and the Jets need one quarterback. And honestly, I don't want to be drafted by a team that keeps me on the bench as second backup for the next ten years."
The boy has ideas. Good, thought Ruwee.
"Draft is 25-27. April next year, I always look at that. ...and when you join the Patriots, you'll be in Tom Brady's shadow for a long time to come."
"He's almost thirty-six, won't be playing forever and Mallett is rumored to be leaving...and the Jets, well, the benefit would be I'm home."
Knowing what's going on behind the scenes is beneficial, Ruwee tought. I like the boy better and better.
"But then Padmé would be far away, in Boston."
"Father, we are just friends, we are not together."
Anakin looked at her, expression... somewhere between sad and angry."
"Are you living with your parents, Anakin? What are your parents doing?" again Jobal's question.
"No, I have a small room with a bath on W 97 St. My mother lives in a new apartment block in Fort George. She is key account manager at Black Rock. My stepfather is a broker at stock exchange. I also work part-time as a mechanic in a garage around the corner, not that I have to work, but it's my interest in engines and since I'm studying mechanical engineering, I should know which screw goes to wich place."
"You're hardworking too, I like that. Our Padmé also works at the office when she's on holiday." Jobal said.
And question after question, the parents learned much more than Padmé was going to tell them about Anakin, much more than she even knew.
"Aaaah, here is Sola with her family. where are my girls. Hi dear, Darred we have one guest today."
Padme stood up.
"Anakin, this is my sister Sola, her husband Darred, girls Ryoo and Pooja. Sola, this is Anakin Skywalker."
"Nice to meet you. Padmé has never brought her boyfriend home."
"Anakin isn't my friend, we're just...fellow students."
"Oh." Sola smirked.
After a little small talk, Jobal said:
"So, and now, I ask you to the table..."
Anakin hadn't grown up in such a big family, it was nice to sit at a table like that, there were eight people and Anakin thought that one day when he settles down and starts a family, he wants to have at least three children.
"Sweet children, Sola."
"Do you love children, Anakin?"
"Yes, I wish to have a big family...one day."
He looked at Padmé and she looked away, embarrassed. Sola laughed.
"Padme also loves children."
"What are you studying, Anakin?"
And then Anakin told her everything she wanted to know about herself and they enjoyed the delicious meal the housekeeper had cooked.
"What's for dessert Maria?" asked Sola.
"Plum dumplings with creme fraise."
"Oh, that's my favorite." Anakin said.
"Padmé's too." Sola hastened to say.
"What's your favorite color, Uncle Anakin?"
Anakin looked, not knowing how to respond to the salutation.
"Uh…. blue."
"So much in common, Padme's too."
Sola teased, she was always so direct. Padme changed the subject.
"I hope that our classes will resume soon, that everything will normalize quickly. Can you still get something going in the apartment? If not…."
"I'll call my mum and I'll see how she is and I still have to take care of my Mustang, you know how badly it was damaged. I can also check your car if you give me the key."
"Would be great, thanks."
"Anakin, if nothing works, you can come to us, we have rooms enough." Jobal invited him.
"Thank you Mrs. Naberrie, kind of you... and now I must be on my way. Thanks for delicious lunch."
With a handshake, he said goodbye to the family and Padmé walked down the hall with him. She hugged him and he hugged back, but he didn't kiss her.
"Thank you, Padme."
"I thank you... for everything."
"For everything?"
"Anakin, I know what you mean, but let's forget that."
"I told you we're pretending it never happened, but I can't forget it."
"I thank you anyway."
"Here's my iPhone, enter your contact details, I'll get in touch about your car."
She typed in the information.
"Here, Anakin, bye."
"Bye."
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Regards from Germany