But others were willing to give John a chance. But she made allowances for a busy professional. And he was so nice and courteous. When Jacquelyn showed up, John asked for a private word with her. She announced that he was the devil, that anything he had to say he could say in public. His words tugged at her anxieties.
She found a therapist, who assessed the family dynamics and told Debra she needed to establish firmer boundaries with her children. If they wanted to come over, they had to be invited.
If John was the man she had chosen, it was her business. Their house on the boardwalk had floor-to-ceiling windows, and from the rooftop deck they could watch the sailboats and the great yachts slide over Newport Harbor.
Water lapped against a ribbon of sand yards from their front door, and they could hear the tall, wind-rustled palms and the muted creaking of the boat docks. They were living inside a postcard. They walked the island hand-in-hand. He doted on passing babies and dogs. He liked to play-wrestle her grandkids. He acted like a kid himself, vulnerable and sweet, and single-mindedly besotted with her. He liked to pose shirtless and take selfies of his washboard abs.
Wardrobe-wise, she thought he was kind of a mess, with his baggy pants and University of Arizona sweatshirts. He said his clothes had been stolen while he was in Iraq. She took him to Brooks Brothers. She bought him shoes, dress shirts, slacks, a tweed sport coat, form-fitting cashmere sweaters — deep burgundy, navy blue.
He looked good in darker tones and pastels. It felt like having a new doll. In early December, she was driving to Vegas on business, and he was tagging along. Why not drop by the courthouse? The ceremony was in a plain room with a plant-covered trellis. He chuckled a little as he tried to get the ring on her finger. They celebrated with lemon-drop martinis. They had known each other less than two months.
No one had been invited to the wedding. She kept it a secret as the weeks passed and Christmas approached. Jacquelyn refused to go. Terra was torn. Terra went to a therapist with her mom. They came to an understanding that Terra and John would keep their distance during the party.
The day came, and John bustled in with his arms full of presents for the children — dozens of presents Debra had bought. The kids surrounded him. Terra began crying hysterically.
It became a scene. She knew some people still thought of her as the little girl who needed attention. It was sometimes a fight to be taken seriously, and she would question the intensity of her own feelings. In early , Terra was back home in Vegas, with Jimmy and their dogs. She just hoped John would go away. She had spent time around doctors, during the time she worked in sales for a plastic surgeon.
Their nails were meticulously clipped and scrubbed. Plus, the doctors she had known did not go everywhere in their scrubs, as John did. She thought he looked like a man wearing a costume. And the way her mom kept calling to complain that money was missing from her wallet.
Had Jacquelyn dropped by her office to borrow some? Jacquelyn told her to think about the loser she was dating. How long have you been with the show? Cooking stuff is a lot more expensive than I thought. JA: The show is a high-energy rhythm and dance show. There are eight of us on stage with everyday ordinary objects; there are crazy levels of music and rhythm. We literally get stuff from junkyards and we create this entire world.
When people come see the show and they arrive to the theatre, the curtains are open. You can see our world, the whole set. The entire set is an instrument. The audience can recognize basic household stuff. Josh started his musical journey playing drums at church and danced salsa on the weekends. In his early career, Josh worked with the Bowery Mission working with kids and the homeless community.
He currently resides in San Juan, Puerto Rico where he developed a new passion for photography. See his work cityboypr. He's also been a member of both the Detroit Pistons and Detroit Lions drumlines! He'd like to thank ALL of his family, friends, past instructors, and the Lord for their never ending love, support, guidance and inspiration throughout the years!
Follow his adventures on Instagram elkinsjonathon. Declan loves animals, horror, comedy, showtunes, and the avant-garde. Find him dhaydendrums and at www.
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