F. Wilson - Secret Circles

“Yeah … for the moment, anyway. I may feel entirely different by the time we get to school, but right now I see it as sort of a circle: The buried pyramid was uncovered—because of us. And now it‟s buried again—because of us. Don‟t you feel like a circle has closed?”

A circle closed … Had Weezy too noticed how recent events in their lives seemed to circle the pyramid?

“Yeah, I do. I definitely do.”

Jack felt a surge of relief, followed by a strange peace as they reached the highway.

He figured all the Johnson kids had heard—the word would have spread like the flu through the close-knit community—but the only out-of-town kids who‟d know would be those who listened to the morning news on the local radio.

When they reached the highway he glanced right and was surprised to see Mrs. Vivino waiting at the elementary bus stop. Sally stood to the side with a couple of little kids while a group of the other mothers clustered close around her mother. No way they hadn‟t heard.

The events at the VFW seemed like they‟d happened weeks ago rather than just last night.

To his shock, Mrs. V broke away from the other women and began walking toward him.

“Jack? Can I speak to you?”

Jack stood frozen. What could she have to say to him?

Something about her expression made him want to say “No” and cross the street. But he hung tough.

“You two go ahead,” he said to Weezy and Eddie, as he walked toward Mrs. V.

“I suppose you heard about the videotape,” she said as they drew within a few feet of each other.

Jack nodded, his mouth dry. “Um, yeah. Sorry.”

“I‟m glad you found Cody. I‟m glad for him, and I‟m glad for his parents, and I‟m glad because it gives people something to talk about besides that tape.”

“Yeah, well …”

He wanted to say more but felt tongue-tied.

“Do you know who made it?”

Oh jeez. He could feel every muscle in his body tensing. Why was she asking him? She couldn‟t suspect, could she? No reason in the world she could. He forced himself to look at her and saw a distorted image of himself reflected in her sunglasses.

“I haven‟t heard any rumors or anything.”

“I‟m sure that person thought he was doing us a favor, but he invaded our privacy. He stole what was supposed to be just between two people, and made it public.”

Stole? Stole

“People see one thing, one scene from a marriage and don‟t understand. They don‟t know what went before. They don‟t know what someone was like before … before he lost his son … how when a parent‟s worst nightmare becomes a reality, how that can change a person … make him into someone he never was, someone he would never have wanted to be.”

Was she excusing all that violence?

She said, “That videotape changed everything. A family splits, a home will have to be sold, Sally will have to move away from her friends.”

A tear slipped from under her sunglasses and left a glistening trail down her cheek. She wiped it away.

“Everybody loses … except maybe the videotaper, who probably thinks he‟s some sort of hero.

If you ever meet him, tell him he‟s not. Tell him he may have had good intentions, but the road to Hell is paved with those.”

Jack watched in stunned silence as she turned and walked back toward Sally.

She knew. Somehow … she knew.

He wanted to go after her and defend himself, wanted to say that if she was going to let that go on in her house just to keep her marriage together at any cost, fine for her. But what about the cost to Sally? Sally wasn‟t being given a choice. Sally had stopped smiling.

But he couldn‟t say a word without giving himself away.

Maybe Mr. Vivino had been changed by Tony‟s death, or maybe he‟d just stopped controlling an awful temper. Jack could only judge the man by his actions, by what he did , and what he‟d been doing was wrong.

But what about what I did? he thought.

He‟d intruded on a private matter. Was peeping into their life and videotaping it right?

He‟d thought so at the time. Now he wasn‟t so sure.

But if you saw something wrong, was it ever right to turn away and just mind your own damn business?

On the other hand, had exposure robbed them of the chance of working things out?

Jack shook his whirling head. What had seemed so clearly black and white a few days ago had blurred to gray in the middle. If he could go back in time a week, he wondered, would he do the same thing?

Yeah, he decided, hearing again the smack against Sally‟s wet suit, seeing her knocked down.

Yeah, he probably would. It would still seem like the right thing to do. But he knew now that doing the right thing didn‟t guarantee a rosy outcome. Or a warm fuzzy feeling.

He caught Sally staring at him. He forced a smile and managed to give her a little wave. She waved back.

But she didn‟t smile.

2

“Hi, Jack.” He‟d been following Weezy and Eddie onto the bus, lost in thought and feeling glum. He looked and saw Karina, with her engineer‟s cap, baggy sweater, and jeans, smiling up at him from a window seat. The aisle seat next to her was empty.

“Oh, hi.”

“Need a seat?” she said, her eyes inviting.

He looked around. “Where‟s Cristin?”

“Not feeling so hot.”

He spotted Eddie slipping into an empty seat and Weezy heading for her

sophomore friends toward the rear. So he stowed his backpack under the seat and

dropped in next to Karina.

“I heard they found Cody last night,” she said.

Swell. She listened to the morning news. Then he realized that if anyone on this bus listened, it would be Karina.

“Yeah. Great news.”

“What happened? Who found him?”

Okay, play it cool.

“Couple of local kids.”

He hid a smile, wondering at her reaction when she discovered she‟d been sitting next to one of those kids and he hadn‟t told her. She‟d probably think that was pretty cool.

He found he liked the idea of Karina thinking him cool.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to see Eddie holding out his Rubik‟s.

“Okay, boy genius. I give up. You‟ve been talking big. Let‟s see you deliver.”

Jack took it and turned it over this way and that, saying, “Boy, you really messed it up.”

“Yeah. It‟s a gift. I did my part, now you do yours.”

“I‟ll have it back to you by the time we get to school.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, right.”

Jack looked up at him. “You doubt my Rubik-fu?”

“Hey, if you can straighten that out by school, I‟ll carry you from class to class on my back.”

“Deal.”

The driver gave Eddie her no-standing-in-the-aisle line, so he returned to his seat.

Karina stared at the cube. “Can you really straighten that out by school?”

He smiled. “Of course not.”

“Then why … ?”

He pulled his backpack from beneath the seat, unzipped it, and removed a new, unused Rubik‟s Cube.

“I‟ve been setting him up for this all week.”

Karina slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “You are eeeeevil!”

“A regular devil in disguise,” he said as he hid the old cube in his backpack.

“Oh that‟s so funny! He‟s going to totally plotz when he sees it.” She laughed again. “First Cody, now this. Almost makes up for that awfulness at the VFW last night.”

Jack nearly jumped out of his seat. “How‟d you hear about that?”

“My dad‟s a vet. He was there. I heard him telling my mother.”

Jack realized he‟d never met Karina‟s father, so he couldn‟t have known.

“How do you feel about that?”