At
5:30, my alarm rings, and at 5:37 I find it in me to roll out of bed.
I make two coffees and then climb carefully out of my window to watch
the sun rise. The morning-chilled air soaks into my hoodie as I pick
my way across the jutting brick roof of my garage. I sit there for a
bit, my legs dangling over the precipice. It’s a bit of a wait-
I miscalculated the time- but it’s worth it because this
morning’s a stunner. The sun is a brilliant vermillion, and the
air around it shimmers with gold and pale pink. Slowly, the sky
shifts from night-dark to the blue of day, and I watch the stars
slowly recede. I can feel the tentative sunlight begin to warm my
face.
After
a few seconds of soaking it in, my battered little flip phone starts
to ring. I pick it up and your airy voice comes through my speaker.
“Hello. This is the Elephant Service.” This is one of our
inside jokes, but I don’t remember its origin. Something about
pachyderms in the mail, I guess.
“Two,
please,” I answer. There is a brief pause, and then you come
back on.
“Please
state the code word.”
“Curmudgeon,”
I answer without skipping a beat.
“Bailey,
darling, how I’ve missed you!” I smile. It’s been a
while.
“Hello,
Amelia. So. How have you been?” I start our conversation with
something simple.
“Better.”
I hear a little hesitation in your voice. “People have sort of
gotten used to the fact that I’m here to stay.”
My
legs swing back and forth, occasionally hitting the side of the
garage. “...I haven’t.”
You
sigh. “I know. I miss you.” We’re silent for a bit.
“I
made you a coffee,” I offer.
“Lovely.
I’m in dire need of caffeine.”
“Wait
a sec. I’ll try it for you.” I take sip. It’s a
little weak, but still passable.
“So?
How do I like it?”
“You
love it. You think it’s the best coffee you’ve ever
tasted.”
“I
always do.”
“How’s
the sunrise over at your place?”
“Fantastic.
There are some little wispy clouds, and the sky’s turning them
pink. What are you wearing right now?”
If
it wasn’t you, I would be offended by this question, but I know
it’s just a part of our game. “A pair of gold lame hammer
pants and a paper hospital gown with a purple and red-checked
double-breasted waistcoat.”
“How
do you always manage to look so put-together? I just threw on my old
Gregorian monk shroud.”
“What
can I say? It’s a talent. So… how are things in
Sallesbury?”
“Fine,
I guess. There aren’t as many trees here.”
“I
would gladly give you some of mine, but they’re rather attached
to their current spot.” You chuckle a little, and then we’re
quiet for a bit.
“Man,
I really am enjoying this coffee,” you say. “You put your
soul into it, I can tell.” I smile.
“You
have good taste, sir; It is truly one of my finer works. Actually, I
have to go soon. I have schooling to attend, and you know how slow I
am in the mornings.”
You
put on a dramatic British accent, and I can almost imagine you
sweeping around your room making theatrical hand gestures. “Believe
me when I say, fair one, that there is no distance great enough to
keep us apart for long.”
I
adopt my own stage voice. “Oh glorious one, I eagerly await our
next meet.” My voice returns to normal. “Hey, before I
go, will you play me something?” I hear you set the phone down,
and then a soft, melancholy tune. I listen for a few minutes
before hanging up.
It’s
a few weeks before we talk again. Since the last call, we’ve
had a few stilted text conversations, but never anything of length.
You’re almost never up in the mornings anymore, but today I got
through.
“Amelia?”
“Hello,
this is the Elephant Service.”
“Two,
please.”
“Please
state the code word.”
“Hazelnut.”
“Salutations,
Bailey!”
“Amelia,
love.”
“What
enrobes you this fine morning?”
I
laugh affectedly. “Oh, this old thing? Just a scuba suit and my
parrot-feather headdress.” I’m actually wearing jeans and
a big grey sweater.
“I’m
afraid I best you this time. I just donned my new lime green poncho
and John-Lennon inspired spectacles.” Knowing you, that might
not be far from the truth.
“Well,
there is clearly no contest.” I lie down on the roof, smiling.
“Bailey,
baby, I’ve missed you.”
“I
know, it’s been forever and a day, hasn’t it?”
“I’m
afraid that’s my fault. I’ve been crazy busy lately. I
joined drama club. Did you make me a coffee?”
“I
most certainly did. You joined drama club? That’s awesome!”
I was a little worried about you when you moved. There’s
something about you that tends to make people little
uncomfortable.
“Yep.
It’s a bit late in the year, but I’m thinking of going
for a major role in the next production. At least, that’s what
David wants me to do.”
Huh?
“...Who’s David?”
“Oh!
Oh yeah. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Oh.”
Didn’t see that one coming.
“You’re
not mad, are you?”
I
quickly compose myself. “Mad? Of course not! This is great!
When did you guys get together?”
“A
few weeks ago. Oh, he’s great, Bailey. You’d love
him.”
“Well, describe him! Paint a glorious watercolor
David in my mind.” You ramble on for a few minutes about David,
and I have to admit, he sounds wonderful. Eventually, we both have to
go, so you play me a short reel on your piano, something you learned
in music class. It’s flawlessly played (of course it is, it’s
you), but a lot different from what I normally hear.
Two
months go by with no communication except a short call on my
birthday. Finally, I manage to get you at a time when you can talk.
“Hello,
this is the Elephant Service.”
“Two,
please.”
“Please
state the code word.” It’s been so long that I can’t
remember what the code word was.
“...
Amelia, why don’t you ever call me anymore?” A pause.
“I’ve
just been so busy, darling. You know how it is.”
Actually,
I don’t know how it is. My life has been composed of school,
reading and talking to you. “Yeah, I know, you have drama club
and David, but I wish you would make a little more effort.”
I’ve been lonely without you.
“Effort?
Bailey, dear, I’m swamped! I have so
much stuff to do. I can’t just sit around and wait for the
phone like you do.”
“What?”
“Oh,
I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I have, well, a
life
here. I have other priorities now.”
“Are
you saying I don’t have a life?” I try to keep my voice
composed. Your coffee sits on the roof next to me, slowly getting
cold.
“God,
Bailey, you’re not listening! I’m just saying that I’ve
made commitments now. Maybe it’s time you make a few of your
own.”
…
“Bailey?”
“Goodbye,
Amelia.” I hang up.
A
few minutes later, with my face buried in my hands, I realize that I
didn’t hear your piano at all.
It’s
been a few years since you’ve called me. My flip phone is long
gone, and I’ve moved away from the town with the trees and my
brick house with the sunrise. I used to get up in the morning and
have that feeling, the one you get when you’ve lost something
important, but I like to think that I’ve gotten over it now.
I
have a Facebook account, and recently I thought to look you up. You
have a new boyfriend now, and you once had a starring role in the
Sallesbury High play. You’re a sophomore the University of
Toronto.
I’ve
joined a writing group, and we were assigned to write about someone
that we miss. I immediately thought of you.
I’m
not so lonely now. I have people who care about me, and I care about
them, and I’ve found someone I want to share my life with, for
the time being. It’s good, and maybe it’s better than
what I had with you, but I guess I’ll always miss the Elephant
Service, and the sound of your piano.
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