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Thursday, May 16, 2019

The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 5

Got Nothin simply Love for YaDr. silkyels secretary turns off the radio as soon as she sees me walk into the waiting room, which makes me express feelings because she tries to do it casually, as if I wont nonice. She give ears scared, turning the knob so gingerly the way wad do things after they dumbfound seen one of my episodes, as if I am no prolonged human, but several(prenominal) wild hulking animal.After a brief wait, I meet with Cliff for my second session, exchangeable I will every Friday for the foreseeable future. I pick brown this time, and we sit in his trounce recliners among the clouds, talking nearly how some(prenominal) we resembling women and kicking it like we do, which is a nonher one of Dannys sayings.Cliff asks me if I like my new meds, and I tell him I do, even though I really induct not noticed any effects at all and have single taken ab step up half the pills my start out gave me last week hiding a some under my tongue and spue them into t he toilet when she leaves me alone. He asks me if I have experienced any un sine qua noned side effects curtness of breath, loss of appetite, drowsiness, suicidal feelings, homicidal feelings, loss of virility, anxiety, itchiness, diarrhea and I tell him I havent.What about hallucinations? he says, and then leans forward a little, squinting.Hallucinations? I ask.Hallucinations.I shrug, say I dont think I have hallucinated, and he tells me I would know if I had.Tell your mother if you see anything bizarre or horrifying, he says, but dont worry, because you probably will not hallucinate. Only a very small percentage of people hallucinate while taking this combination of meds.I nod and promise I will compensate any hallucinations to my mother, but I do not really believe I will hallucinate no matter what type of drugs he gives me, e specially since I know he will not be giving me LSD or anything like that. I figure weaker people probably opine about their drugs, but I am not weak and can control my mind slightly well.I am in the basement doing shots of water, taking my three-minute break between crunches on the Stomach quash 6000 and leg lifts on the weight bench, when I smell the unmistakable buttery flavor of my mothers crabby snacks and I start to salivate unmercifully.Because I recognize crabby snacks, I leave the basement, enter the kitchen, and see that my mother is not only baking crabby snacks, which are buttered crabmeat and orange cheese on face muffins, but she is also making her home nauseatede three-meats pizza hamburger, sausage, and chicken and those buffalo wings she gets from Big Foods.why are you cooking crabby snacks? I ask hopefully, because I know from retiring(a) experience that she only cooks crabby snacks when we are having company.Nikki loves crabby snacks and will eat a whole plate if you set it in front of her, and then she will complain later on the ride home, saying she is feeling productive because she has eaten excessi vely much. Back when I was emotionally abusive, I utilize to tell her that I did not indirect request to hear her complaints every time she ate too much. But the next time Nikki eats too many crabby snacks, I am going to tell her she did not eat too much and that she looks too skinny anyway Ill say she needs to gain a few pounds because I like my women looking like women and not like Ms. Six OClock straight up, straight down, which is another term I learned from Danny.And I do hope my mothers making crabby snacks signifies that apart time is every send because Nikki is on her way to my parents house, which seems like the best coming-home surprise my mother could cook up and as Mom is invariably trying to do nice things for me and my sidekick, I mentally prepare myself to be reunited with Nikki.My heart pounds at to the lowest degree fifty times during the few seconds it takes for my mother to answer my question.The Eagles are playing the Steelers tonight in a preseason exhib ition game, my mother says, which is weird because Mom has always hated sports and barely knows that football season is in the fall, let alone what teams are playing on a given day. Your brother is coming everywhere to watch the game with you and your father.My heart starts beating even faster because I have not seen my brother since shortly after apart time began, and like my father, he said some really unspeakable things about Nikki the last time we talked.Jake is looking forward to seeing you, and you know how much your father loves the Eagles. I cant wait to have all three of my men gathered around the couch again, just like old times. My mother smiles at me so hard I think she is going to break out in tears again, so I turn around and go rearward into the basement to do knuckle push-ups until my pecs burn and I can no longer feel my knuckles.Knowing that I will probably not be allowed to go for my run later, because we are having a family night, I ramble on a trash bag and run early, passing my high school friends homes passing St. Josephs, which is the Catholic church I used to attend passing Collingswood High School (class of 89 rules) and the house my grandparents used to own by the park before they died.My old best friend sees me when I run past his new house on Virginia Avenue. Ronnie is just getting home from work, walking from his car to his front door, when I pass him on the sidewalk. He looks me in the eyes, and after I have passed, he yells, Pat Peoples? Is that you? Pat Hey I run even harder, because my brother, Jake, is coming to talk to me Jake does not believe in happy endings, and I do not have the emotional wherewithal to deal with Ronnie right now, because he never once came to take care Nikki and me in Baltimore, although he promised so many times. Nikki used to call Ronnie whipped, saying that his wife, Veronica, keeps Ronnies social calendar where she keeps his balls in her purse.Nikki told me that Ronnie would never visit me in Baltimore, and she was right.He never visited me in the bad place either, but he used to write me letters about how great his daughter, Emily, was and I guess is, although I have not yet met Emily to verify the letters.When I return home, Jakes car is there a fancy silver BMW, which sift of implies that my brother is doing well now when it comes to pockets getting fatter, as Danny says. So I sneak in the back door and run up the steps to the coming into courter. After I wash and put on undress clothes, I take a deep breath and follow the sound of conversation to the living room.Jake stands when he sees me. He has on fancy pants, lined with charcoal pinstripes, and a robins-egg blue polo shirt that is formfitting enough to show that he is still pretty fit. He is also wearing a watch with diamonds all over the face, which Danny would call Jakes bling-bling. My brothers hair has thinned a little too, but his head is gelled and looks swanky.Pat? he says.Didnt I say you wouldnt recog nize him? Mom says.You look like Arnold Schwarzenegger. He feels my bicep, which I absolutely hate because I dont like to be touched by anyone except Nikki. Since hes my brother, I dont say anything. Youre frickin ripped, he adds.I look at the floor, because I remember what he said about Nikki I am still sickish about that and yet I am also happy to see my brother after not seeing him for what feels like forever.Listen, Pat. I should have come to see you more in Baltimore, but those places monster me out and I I I just couldnt see you like that, okay? Are you mad at me?I am sort of still mad at Jake, but suddenly I remember another one of Dannys lines that is too appropriate to leave unsaid, so I say, Got nothin but love for ya.Jake looks at me for a second as if I had punched him in the gut. He blinks a few times almost as if he is going to cry, and then he hugs me with both arms. Im sorry, he says, and holds me for longer than I like, which isnt very long unless its Nikki h ugging me.When he lets go, Jake says, I got a present for you. He pulls an Eagles island of Jersey out of a plastic bag and tosses it to me. I hold it up and see its number 84, which I recognize as a wide receivers number, but I do not know the name. Isnt that girlish receiver Freddie Mitchell number 84? I think but do not say, because I dont requisite to insult my brother, who was nice enough to buy me a present.Whos Baskett? I ask, which is the name on the jersey.Undrafted rookie necromancer Hank Baskett? Hes the preseason story. These jerseys are hot on the streets of Philadelphia. And now you have one to wear to the games this year.Wear to the games?Now that youre home, youre gonna want your old seat back, right?At the Vet?The Vet? Jake laughs and looks at my mother. My mother looks scared. No at Lincoln Financial Field.Whats Lincoln Financial Field?Didnt they let you watch TV in that place? Its the home of the Eagles, the stadium your teams played three seasons in now.I kno w Jake is lying to me, but I dont say anything.Anyway, you got a seat right next to mine and Scotts. Season tickets, bro. Are you psyched, or what?I dont have any money for season tickets, I say, because I let Nikki have the house and the cars and the hope accounts when apart time began.I got your back. Jake punches me in the arm. I might not have been a impregnable brother for the past few years, but Im gonna make up for all that now that youre home.I thank my brother, and then Mom starts crying again. She cries so hard that she has to leave the room, which is weird, since Jake and I are making up and season tickets to the Eagles are quite a nice present not to mention the jersey.Put on your Baskett jersey, bro.I put it on, and it feels good to be wearing Eagles green, especially a jersey that Jake picked out special for me.You wait and see how good your boy Baskett is going to be this year, Jake says in a strange way, as if my future were somehow linked to the Eagles rookie wid e receiver Hank Baskett.

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