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Reflections in Shouts and Whispers - Lucille Gilliland
Copyright © 2014, 2015 by Lucille Gilliland.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014908049
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4990-1228-6
eBook 978-1-4990-1226-2
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CONTENTS
To Love Again
The Turnabout Joke
Charlotte’s Secret
Abstract Influence
Reading the Tealeaves
A Crucial Vote
Come Summer
Phantom Voice
Playing The Washboard
Token Of Luck
POEMS
Love’s Song
After Storms
Dancer’s Leap
Forces Within
Salmon Run
Crimson Kite
Dear Friend
Starting Over Again
Crocus
Eyes Of The Beholder
Courage
Strauss Waltz
Sweet Wind
Decision
Carousel Horse
The Sea
Brief Moments
Dancing With My Broom
Discovery Of Love
Wait In Faith
Mystery
Saving Beam
Sunflower
Magic Potion
Little House
Dance To The Great Spirit
Ray Of Hope
Wishing Star
Spring Person
So Much
Second Chances
Watching The Hamster Wheel
Magic Moment
Sparrow’s Lesson
Love Lost
Irish Ancestry
Hasty Words
The Sleeping Cure
Bad Relationship
Recipe Wish For Your Happiness
Applause
TO LOVE AGAIN
W hen he finished repairing it, Enrico ran his hand sensuously across the side of Mrs. Palma’s shoe. He always enjoyed repairing her shoes. They were well made with not too high a heel, good leather, firm stitching; and Mrs. Palma never waited too long to bring them in; heels never too worn down to repair perfectly.
Mrs. Palma had lost her husband to a construction accident at almost the same time as Enrico had lost his wife, Theresa, to cancer. Months of suffering and it was all over. Theresa was suddenly gone, leaving Enrico in a state of disbelief. Surely, she would be at his side again, in their bedroom, in the kitchen cooking his favorite pasta. She couldn’t be dead, only in her early fifties, looking forward to their son Vincent’s graduation from medical school and their son John’s graduation from law school. Impossible that she would not be there for these joyful occasions. How Enrico missed the boys who were away at school almost always now. Well, at least the graduations would take place. Enrico earned enough money in his shoe repair shop to assure their education and Theresa would be at the graduations in spirit; Enrico was sure.
It was odd how Enrico’s shop became the only one within miles; near Arthur Avenue, Little Italy of the Bronx. When Enrico was a boy, shoe repair shops dotted every other street in most parts of the Bronx, drawing customers from a mix of apartment buildings and private homes. His father sometimes wanted for business, whereas Enrico had as much as he could handle. He never minded the long hours he had to put in earning a good living at what seemed to be a fading craft.
You look just like papa now,
Enrico’s sister, Marie, had told him. Just like I remember him when I think of our childhood.
Enrico pictured his father, a man of medium height, dark hair, grey at the temples, brown eyes with perhaps too heavy eyebrows.
And you have papa’s hands too
, Marie observed. They’re strong and calloused, and you master the tools the way he did.
She smiled. And you wear the same kind of blue apron.
Enrico was flattered at Marie’s observations. He had loved working with his father from whom he learned the shoe repair trade. The wonderful smell of leather and polish and glue permeated the air when father and son would open the shop door. Those smells were still the same today when Enrico entered his shop and was reminded of his father. How proud little Enrico had been the day he was allowed to enter the small swinging door which opened in front of the tall burgundy leather and wooden seat where people sat comfortably to have their shoes shined. He had played in the seat before, of course; it was a king’s throne. But, on his twelfth birthday, Enrico was due to do the shoe shining and keep all the money people paid. What an honor. It was his job all through high school.
Vincent and John were given the same job in Enrico’s shop during their high school years, but neither took satisfaction in the work.
They’re going to be professional men, not shoemakers
, Marie had predicted. You should be proud. And all your financial sacrifices will make you proud of yourself too.
Enrico had responded, I’m very proud of my sons.
And just think, you’ll have free medical and legal help one day.
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling sounded the little bell on a metal hook atop Enrico’s shoe repair shop door telling him that someone had entered. Mrs. Palma was in the doorway, a small woman, trim in a blue shirtwaist dress, slightly salt and peppered dark hair, styled in a neatly pulled-back fashion.
Good afternoon, Mr. Russo,
she smiled a warm greeting as she walked toward the shop’s counter behind which Enrico stood.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Palma.
Enrico returned her smile. Your shoes are ready.
I can always depend on you, can’t I?
Always.
You enjoy your work, don’t you, Mr. Russo?
Yes. It may sound silly,
he nodded toward the neat row of repaired shoes waiting for pick-up, like obedient grade school children waiting for parents, but I feel like the artists who repair the Sistine Chapel must feel, making something that’s wearing out its beauty, beautiful again.
That doesn’t sound silly at all.
Enrico placed Mrs. Palma’s shoes into a brown paper bag and handed the package to her noticing that her eyes were hazel green in the shop light. He could smell the light, crisp cologne she always wore and hesitated for a moment before finding the courage to say, Mrs. Palma, it’s been almost two years since you lost your husband and I lost my wife. I don’t think it’s too soon to ask if you would like to go out to a movie with me on Saturday night.
Oh, Mr. Russo, I would have been delighted to go to a movie with you, but, only yesterday, Frank Caruso asked me out for Saturday night.
Oh.
Enrico’s voice fell with disappointment.
Mrs. Palma’s eyes grew soft as she suggested, We could go to the zoo together on Sunday afternoon. In this lovely spring weather, the zoo is beautiful.
That would be fine, Mrs. Palma.
With a ting-a-ling of the bell, Mrs. Palma left the shop and Enrico sang a chorus of FUNICULI, FUNICULA! along with the radio he’d turned on. He went to the bin of shoes needing repair and took out Dom Conte’s work shoes. They were always brought in in sorry condition, but Enrico felt like it would be no trouble to repair the work shoes as he joined in a second chorus of FUNICULI, FUNICULA! more loudly than he’s sung in years.
The Bronx Zoo was beautiful indeed. Enrico had taken Vincent and John there often when they were little, but he had forgotten how wonderful it was; world famous, actually, for its African Plains, Wild Asia