I had been wide eyed and flat on my back for over two hours when I heard the muffled blaring from Phil’s room up the hall. After only a moment Phil silenced the alarm then his door creaked open. I heard the morning show presenting news stories; at first quiet then it grew in volume, finally I heard the distinct whine of the treadmill and inevitable regular thuds of Phil’s morning jog.
I can’t remember going to bed; I had managed to get down to my underwear though. The sun was just starting to crease through the blinds and I guessed it was probably a little before 6am. I stayed in bed but stretched to the ultra-modern dresser for my iphone. On my travels I had left it behind and when it lit up I found a handful of missed calls sporadically placed over the course of my trip. Along with a few text messages and updates for apps.
I read the messages then dropped my phone and turned over; the thought of sleep was enticing but I couldn’t drift off. I just wasn’t tired; it was after all almost lunch time in Thailand.
For an hour I laid still, air-con blasting, sheets disheveled. The whine of the treadmill was replaced by the grind of the blender then eventually came the pouring shower and the slamming front door. I slipped out from beneath the heavy blankets fetched a towel and had a long shower. Although I had bathed throughout Asia I hadn’t felt clean. The filth of the barren streets and the gritty beach sand was engrained in my pours. I let the water get hot, as hot as I could bare and I scrubbed at my skin. Then I trimmed by beard down to stubble.
I caught up on the latest stories on CNN and scoffed down my dry bran flake cereal. Then I noticed something folded on the bench.
Rocky,
there’s food in the fridge/pantry and a café on the third floor
the cleaner comes today or next Tuesday I’m not sure just don’t scare her if she turns up!
I know travelling can leave you broke so I have left you some pocket money strictly for a haircut and food. Also be ready around eight when I get home from the gym I’m taking you for a beer to hear about your trip
P.
there’s food in the fridge/pantry and a café on the third floor
the cleaner comes today or next Tuesday I’m not sure just don’t scare her if she turns up!
I know travelling can leave you broke so I have left you some pocket money strictly for a haircut and food. Also be ready around eight when I get home from the gym I’m taking you for a beer to hear about your trip
P.
I picked up the two crisp fifty dollar bills Phil had left and felt like leaving them. I didn’t want to live off his hand outs for ever but I quickly realised he was right; travel had left me bone dry. I also found beneath the cash a spare key card for the room. I opened my laptop to find Skype was still open and Dad’s missed calls were glaring. I decided to put off calling him if I was going to video call him I would have a haircut first.
I checked Facebook. I had one new message from Kate and before I read it I took a moment to check if she had uploaded any photos from our trip to find nothing.
Hey Rocky,
First off thanks sooo much for chaperoning me through Asia! I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else it waz great… I know its hard to keep in touch and catch up, with you living in the city and me at home but I will get in next week for our coffee date Now to what I really wanted to say…
I’m so so so sorry about what happened in Hong Kong I obviously misread the sitch. I wanted to talk about it but didn’t want to make it awkward. You’re a great guy and the one person who always hugged me and cheered me up when my other relationships failed and I guess I just felt an urge but like I sed I clearly misread the signals
anyway I look forward to seeing you next week did we make it Tuesday? Call me to confirm!
Kate xoxoxo
First off thanks sooo much for chaperoning me through Asia! I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else it waz great… I know its hard to keep in touch and catch up, with you living in the city and me at home but I will get in next week for our coffee date Now to what I really wanted to say…
I’m so so so sorry about what happened in Hong Kong I obviously misread the sitch. I wanted to talk about it but didn’t want to make it awkward. You’re a great guy and the one person who always hugged me and cheered me up when my other relationships failed and I guess I just felt an urge but like I sed I clearly misread the signals
anyway I look forward to seeing you next week did we make it Tuesday? Call me to confirm!
Kate xoxoxo
I almost felt guilty. I wanted Kate to be happy but I wasn’t sure if I could make her happy. Something echoed from the message – ‘I clearly misread the signals’ what signals? I wasn’t blind, I saw her beauty but were there signals at all? I sat for an hour idly browsing and occasionally rereading Kate’s message – contemplating a response.
I felt a little weak, helpless almost as though any direction I tread I was going to hurt her I decided not to respond just yet. I spent about ten minutes on the treadmill then pushed for another ten, pushed as long as I could until the burning in my chest broke me mid stride me. I wanted to stretch but I could barely stand and my sides ached with stich so I fell into submission on the couch. Got to get back in shape.
Before I left the building I snatched the spare key card and one of the crisp fifty dollar bills. The city was the usual bustle of suits. Occasionally from an alley or corner emanated the distinct ammonia of urine; Canada's homeless population found themselves on the streets of Vancouver, too avoid the crippling chill of the other cities.
I hadn’t called ahead but I knew an unscheduled haircut wouldn’t be too much to ask on a Wednesday afternoon.
My plump barber was snipping away at the grey hair of a suited man when I entered. He paused still and turned as the bell over the door rang. His smile beamed gold and white then he raised his eyebrows.
“Rocky!” He called, “Man you’re looking tanned.”
“Ah thanks Cam, thought I better get you to clean me up before I go back to work”
“Take a seat” Cam’s wife Kat, got up and signalled to the vacant seat in front of the mirror.
“Wait dear I’ll sort him out. You’re not in a rush Rocky?” Cam was a hockey fan and close friend of my coach. He had watched me play for a few years and relished in the hockey gossip and besides I really had nothing better to do.
“No its fine, I can wait.”
Cam was jolly, if I hadn’t known him so well I would doubt whether he really was a barber; with faded tattoos of a navy vet and the thick jaw of a brawler. The haircut commenced moments after the suit had left the chair.
The pace of his snipping seemed to reflect the level of gossip in the conversation – First I told him about Asia then I talked about rumoured professional player trades and his scissors would furiously snip and whirl around my head and, at times, they would dance uncomfortably close to my ears. Then, when conversation slowed, he reeled it back in; he would step back, cross his wide arms over his broad chest and study my hair in the mirror then continue. He mentioned try outs. My coach decided that this year he would hold a try out game for placement into ‘The huskies’ – my club.
“You never know Paul might be expecting you to try out and you don’t want to get on his bad side.”
I had been a first line player for the team for five years, I’m sure I didn’t belong in the try out game.
“Yeah I guess I could go along, I was planning on giving him a call this afternoon anyway.”
Cam stopped. He pulled the clippers away from the hairline on my neck. He stared at me in the mirror. His broad figure dwarfed me; despite his kind nature, he could cast a shape that was nothing short of intimidating.
I stared back.
“You know Rocky, Paul’s not going to be coach anymore another guy is taking over when the season arrives. He’s moving into a role with the NHL and his confidence in a player might be as good as a contract,” I knew where this was going. My face felt warm and in the mirror; I could see red rising through the tan of my cheeks. Cam’s words seemed to linger like bad breath. “I mean your backs all fixed now and if you work hard this season you could have another sh-”
“I don’t think so Cam.” I tried not to meet his eyes in the mirror but I couldn’t look at mine. My palms felt moist. The words had come out cold, colder than I would have liked but I didn’t want to hear it I didn’t want to hear about ‘potential’ or the pros or any of it.
“Sorry Rocky I just meant-“
“It’s fine Cam I know what you mean, I just don’t think it’s going to happen.” I liked Cam and felt a little self concious about how cold my voice came out.
He brushed the loose hair off my shoulder. “All done. How’s that?”
“Much better thanks Cam.” I paid, tipped the change - the notes as well, and told Cam I would see him at the trials.
By the time I got home I was feeling tired. I made my bed, checked my new look in the mirror checked out what was on T.V.
“Wow good to see you downstairs and ready to go.” Phil joked as he deliberately dropped his duffel bag from high close to the couch.
I woke, blinked, focussed then cleared my cheek of drool with my shoulder.
“What’s the time?”
“Almost eight, you still want to grab a beer?”
“Yeah sure I’ll grab an OJ with you,” I joked; Phil knew I didn’t drink and whenever he invited me out he would ask for a beer – just one of his long running jokes.
My stomach felt tight and I realised I had barely eaten all day so we decided to grab a meal. Phil, as a rule, doesn’t eat carbs after seven and that’s all I eat all the time so for tonight he indulged in a meal of pasta at Louis’, our local Italian joint.
“So how’s the old man.” I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. Call dad, Call dad, Call dad one thing to do today. Phil glared at me, quickly read my expression and practiced his serious voice again. “Make sure you call him tomorrow. Rocky I’m serious.”
“Alright I promise, tomorrow.”
The mood lightened. I had deliberately taken my camera along and shared with Phil the photos from the trip. He was in a good mood and finished less than half of his spaghetti, the rest I gladly slurped down.
I would take care of it all tomorrow.
