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Karolina Waclawiak: The Invaders

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Over the course of a summer in a wealthy Connecticut community, a forty-something woman and her college-age stepson’s lives fall apart in a series of violent shocks. Cheryl has never been the right kind of country-club wife. She's always felt like an outsider, and now, in her mid-forties — facing the harsh realities of aging while her marriage disintegrates and her troubled stepson, Teddy, is kicked out of college — she feels cast adrift by the sparkling seaside community of Little Neck Cove, Connecticut. So when Teddy shows up at home just as a storm brewing off the coast threatens to destroy the precarious safe haven of the cove, she joins him in an epic downward spiral. The Invaders

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“I got kicked out. Do you have a key to the house?”

“What do you mean, kicked out?”

“Can you believe I don’t even have the key to my own house?” he asked Christine, smiling. I was mortified.

“It was a temporary thing,” I assured her.

“Revoked privileges,” he said.

We weren’t running a prison. He just could not be trusted at home when we weren’t there. I fumbled in my purse and then closed it. I started to tell him that the key was under the seashell near the front door and he got up before I could finish the rest.

Christine held my hand tightly and said, “It’s okay,” as if she knew what we were dealing with.

“See you at home, Cheryl. What’s for dinner?”

“The club, I guess. I hadn’t planned—”

“I’ll find pants,” he said and nearly knocked someone over trying to leave.

I looked around at the ladies and Christine said, “What a nice surprise!”

It wasn’t a nice surprise at all.

The models were standing around, waiting for their drinks as the sales reps from the various boutiques started infiltrating the crowd. Everyone was pulling out credit cards and eyeing each other’s selections. The whole process would take forever. I considered giving up on buying a new tennis skirt, but Christine said I absolutely could not leave without ordering one. It almost seemed like she was working on commission with the young, hungry girls.

I needed to go find Teddy.

CHAPTER TWO

TEDDY

LITTLE NECK COVE WAS an only-good-in-summer place. The streets were too narrow for cars, but drivers always tried it anyway and brought down tree branches as they passed. Everyone was playing at having old money here. Grandsons of presidents, cousins of senators, doctors and salesmen. Walking through this neighborhood made me want things suddenly — a reminder about success and what it got you. I didn’t have a family business to join, but there was a spot for me in a successful corporation that sold things to keep people alive. “All of this is for you if you want it,” my father always said. I didn’t have to be a doctor or a lawyer, too much school. But I could excel at selling. I didn’t really care if that pacemaker saved your ass; I just got off on getting people to listen to me and trust me.

Things had changed for me at school, though. They didn’t want me around at their parties anymore and I was suddenly known for having bad drugs — too cut with under-the-sink garbage. I was just aggressively pursuing my natural entrepreneurial skills for pre-MBA practice, I wanted to tell them. But I got the boot anyway, reasons kept quiet, thankfully. There was no need to add further stress on my poor father’s heart. They kept it simple — I had missed too many classes. It sucked to know that no one gave a shit that I was leaving. No one was crying at my door or begging me to stay in my apartment, to be with them, to pretend I was still enrolled in school to keep the party going. I mean, there were people I knew still needed me. They were just preoccupied when it came time for me to leave. No one was telling sentimental stories about sophomore-year bullshit or laughing about the time I convinced the freshman guys who followed us around like puppies to slap each other until they threw up Jager. They all did the same thing. Why was I the one getting forced out? Well, fuck them. I was moving on early. I didn’t need to be dwelling in a broken-down house with vomit and turds floating in the bathroom toilet. I didn’t have to scrounge for burrito money, either. I was coming back to being taken care of. Laundry done. Dinner set. Lounge chairs poolside.

I could live my future state now. Isn’t that what they taught you in sales? It was all about future states and stretch goals. I drove past the club and saw the last sailing group of the day pulling their boats into the water. I parked and walked along the seawall, ignoring the No Trespassing signs tacked to the concrete. Everyone around here used to make sure you knew you weren’t welcome in less obvious ways, but this was a nice touch. Let’s just be direct with it. You are not wanted. Stay the hell out. Especially against the punny names of the houses around here like Wander Inn or our house, Dew Drop Inn. Was Cheryl serious? No one ever came around.

I sat on the wall and watched the kids on the Sunfish boats amble around in the bay, trying to keep themselves steady and their masts from rocking right to left as they fought to catch the wind. They were already allowed to sail without a partner, the teacher nearby in a Whaler. Who was the guy they had teaching this year? He didn’t even seem to be making sure they were in control of their boats. I could do better, but they didn’t let club members work here. They had to keep the divisions clear and not confuse anyone about their place in the hierarchy.

Maybe that could be my career goal — sailing instructor for wealthy seven-year-olds. Somewhere else. I watched the boats shudder out of the bay and into the sound and knew they would make it through just fine. I turned and watched the older members cross the parking lot to the club and it scared me to think that these people might have had a clue once and then had just given up and started wearing khaki shorts.

This was my prodigal-son homecoming. Isn’t that how it always played out? Arms out and my father saying, “We knew you were having a rough time; we’re just happy to have you back.”

I laughed at the thought of it, almost begged myself to believe it.

Money wasted. I didn’t quite make it through. Last time they talked about final chances. I had worn them out. No one was going to say it though, they would begin acting out some family fantasy as soon as I walked through the door and they would talk about the things I would do instead — plans and goals. I was hoping for this outcome. I really, really was. I wanted to hear all the ways I could still be successful. I wanted to know that these things happen.

I walked toward our house and at the door the key was under the seashell just as Cheryl had said. The tail of metal was sticking out. Anyone could have seen it and walked right in. There was such a sense of trust in this neighborhood. I didn’t get it. A couple years ago we went rifling through summer houses in the middle of winter. We’d find the hidden keys and party all night long, wandering around strangers’ houses looking at their family photos, eating whatever snacks were leftover from their stay. We thought they were probably in Florida wearing visors, floating out into the ocean, and it’d be months before they found clogged toilets, puke-lined beds, and empty booze cabinets.

Cheryl was just asking to become a statistic. Not that they ever went anywhere and I had no idea when my dad was planning on retiring or if he’d even be taking Cheryl with him. But still. I didn’t want people going through their stuff.

Inside, the house was dead quiet. All the windows were closed like we didn’t live at the beach. I opened the refrigerator and found nothing but boxed salad and a couple tomatoes and a carton of half-and-half. Some questionable leftovers in Tupperware. She was really falling down on the job here. The freezer was even sadder. A wall of Tupperware filled with fucking chicken soup as if she was stockpiling for the apocalypse. I got a box of Triscuits from the cabinet and took my stuff upstairs. I don’t know why Cheryl insisted on showcasing shit from high school around my room. Old lacrosse sticks on the wall and yearbooks fanned out on my desk like it was a fucking coffee table. I was going to have to talk to her about coming into my room when I wasn’t home, again. I put my bags in the corner; I’d go back for the boxes in my trunk later. You know, start small, and ease into this. I looked through my stuff and couldn’t find any weed. This was unacceptable. I had put it in one of my bags last night and now it was gone. Someone must have gone through them while I was asleep to get their rent money or whatever. I went through my drawers because I knew I had a stash somewhere, even if it was super stale. Maybe I could talk Cheryl into letting me have space in the freezer for my unmentionables. I laughed just thinking about it. Put your frozen peas over here and I’ll put my eighths over there, Cheryl.

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