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Sara arrived home the next morning only minutes before the movers. She put the white dress away in the closet and put on jeans and a sleeveless sweatshirt. The movers worked hard, packing her things quickly and efficiently, Sara working alongside them. When they were finished, Sara watched them load the last things in the truck and went back upstairs. She swept the apartment and called Bev.
“Hi,” she said, “I´m done and I´m dead, and I´ll be there as soon as I can.”
She walked out the door with the suitcase she had packed and left the key with the superintendent. At Bev and Jerry´s apartment she was met at the door with hugs, kisses and a large glass of iced tea. “That´s only temporary – to get you re-hydrated – we´ve got wine and anything else you can think of. Sit down, have a drink and don´t say anything for ten minutes.” Bev forced her into a soft chair.
“By that time, I´ll be asleep,” Sara said, taking a long draught from her glass. It went down fast, and she drank another glass before accepting wine from Jerry.
“What are the chances for a shower, guys?” Sara asked as she began to unwind. “I must smell like the inside of someone´s sneaker.”
“Go ahead,” Jerry said and took her to the bathroom and provided fresh towels. “Need someone to wash your back?” he leered as she stripped off her damp sweatshirt.
“Masher! Stay away from me. I´m a physical wreck and he wants to wash my back. A likely story.”
“Jerry,” Bev´s voice came from the other room, dripping with false sincerity, “I need your help with the dinner.”
“Nobody loves me. I´ll see you later, Sara.” And Jerry disappeared, followed by a happy shriek from Bev. When she was showered and dry, Sara walked out to where she had left her suitcase. Bev said, “It´s in the bedroom, love. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Feeling better?”
“Some,” Sara said, “moving´s hard,” and went back to the bedroom to put on a red-and-white-checked shirt that covered her to just below her buttocks and returned to the living room. She fell back into the chair she had occupied earlier. Jerry came to her and took her hand, “Come lie on the couch. I´ll rub your back.” Sara let herself be drawn to the other side of the room and lay down. Jerry pulled her shirt up, and Sara lifted herself and undid the buttons so he could take it off altogether. He gave her a very good massage. When he stopped, she was almost asleep.
“Time for food,” Bev announced, and Jerry helped Sara to the table. Since Bev was still dressed, after a fashion, in an open-mesh tee-shirt and short shorts, Sara slipped her shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned. The smell of food began to revive her.
“Hey, you know what? I forgot to eat lunch!” Sara said and began to attack the food with gusto. The meal was delicious, light, but nourishing, and there was plenty to drink along with it. Before long, they were done.
Sara sat back. “You saved my life, guys, really. Thanks.”
Bev smiled. “Well, you know, Sara, you´ve done a number on our lives, too, you know.”
“What do you mean?” Sara sat up, her face serious.
“Don´t worry, I don´t mean anything frightful. It´s just that, over the past year or so that you´ve been seeing Jerry, and in the few days since I got to know you, we´ve discovered a whole new take on things. Like when you said the other night that you´d discovered that living like you do isn´t wrong. That it´s right for you.”
“I can´t imagine you have had doubts like mine,” Sara said. “I meant it when I said I´d learned to like myself from knowing you.”
“Well, that is sort of the thing Bev means,” Jerry said. “We´ve been the way we are ever since we were kids. When we got married, we tried monogamy for about three days...”
“Actually, we were so busy screwing each other, we didn´t have time for anyone else,” Bev chimed in. “But,” she went on, “three days was about it, and we went back to our old ways and to a lot of our old lovers. We talked about it, some, but we never looked at anything really closely. I think we really didn´t want to... to judge ourselves.
“When I realized that Jerry had a new girl he wasn´t telling me about, I confronted him. He told me who you were, and that he liked you a lot, and that was about it. But, he saw you every Tuesday, until we made a joke of it, and I knew it was something special. And he didn´t seem to want me to meet you, although I´ve never met his other girls. Mind you, I never felt threatened. I never thought for a moment that Jerry and I were in trouble. That´s never happened, thank God.” Bev snuggled up to Jerry.
“I don´t understand,” Sara put in. “What are you talking about?”
“Neither did I, for quite a while,” Bev went on. “Then you called up and we had lunch and ended up eating each other for the rest of the day and night with a little help from our friends. After that night, Jerry and I had a talk. Tell her what we talked about, Jerry.”
“We talked about this woman, Sara Compton. How she has me head over heels in love with her.” Sara started up, her mouth open.
“No, wait,” Bev said, urging Sara back down. “We talked about how this same Sara Compton has got me absolutely crazy about her, so that I can hardly believe it. Sara, the thing is, we both love you. I suspect you have the ability to make lots of people love you.”
“That´s incredible, but thank you, both of you. I don´t know what to say,” Sara was flabbergasted.
“So, when you made your little speech the other night, both Jerry and I were caught sort of flatfooted. We had no idea that someone we both love, and who has given us so much love, could be having such a tough time.”
“Well, of course, I´m not any more, you know. Having a tough time. That´s what I was announcing with such hubris. I´m sure I´ll pay for that, at least.”
“No, you were being your own honest, open self. I don´t know of any penalty for that,” Jerry said.
Sara could see they meant what they had said, and decided to just accept her happy good fortune.
“We want to come to the club to visit, as often as we can,” Bev said, “and we want to join, if there´s a way. Do they have any guest rooms?”
“Not now,” Sara said. “But there are a number of rooms that aren´t being used, and some of them could be made into guest rooms for out-of-town members. Should be a good revenue source. I´ll put it on my to-do list. Naturally, when you come, you´ll stay with Steve and me.
“But there is one thing I need right now. I need to take my clothes off, and I need you two to make love to me before I fall asleep right here on the table. Can we go stuff the dishwasher?”