Valentineās Day at last! It was second only to New Yearās Day on Cal Forsterās list of favorite holidays. He had planned the mid-February bash commencing ināhe checked his watchāT-minus twenty-two minutes. He had been at it alone since noon, and now his condoās community room dripped with pink and white crepe paper hung above red tablecloths, plates, and napkins.
āAt last, the long-heralded time has come,ā a familiar voice said from behind him. āThe Plain Dealer should cover this eventāthe Top Rated Valentineās Celebration in all of Cleveland.ā
Cal turned and hugged the man leaning on a cane. āPops! How did you sneak in? Youāre first this year. I should have had presents for those arriving first, third, fifth, seventh, and eleventh.ā
āYour mother made up the prime number door prizes for your third birthday,ā his father said. āShe loved math.ā
āCāmon on, Pops. Letās sit for a minute.ā Cal guided his ninety-six-year-old father to the couch and sat with him. āWho drove you?ā
āYour sister did. Sheās parking the car.ā His father leaned back into the cushion. āI could have driven myself, you know, but Heidi insisted. Iāve been driving for eighty years and never had a wreck.ā
āExcept for that time you ran the car through your motherās garden,ā Cal said. āYou crashed into the barn, killed a chicken, and almost did in the dog, who limped for the rest of his long, differently-abled life. If heād had a sharp attorney, he could have sued your pants off.ā
His father smacked Calās leg. āDonāt get smart. I was twelve years old. Didnāt know how to drive yet.ā He looked around the room and harrumphed a few times. āYou outdid yourself, Cal. You would have made someone a fineĀ wife.ā
āAccording to Mom, I was born for bachelorhood.ā Cal surveyed the room. A large decorated valentine box, ready for the distribution of handmade cards, sat at an angle on the table, off-center. Symmetry killed theĀ mood.
Juice boxes, soda, and beer stocked ice-filled tubs. Disposable silver serving trays displayed heavy appetizers. The full dessert table promised skyrocketed blood sugars. A game table stood ready for action. He crossed his fingers there would be no broken bones or ruined carpet this year.
āAre you ever going to settle down and get married?ā his father asked. āGenerally marriage comes before retirement, but thereās no law saying itās too late, you know.ā
āHavenāt found the right person yet.ā Calās mother had predicted no other woman would be able to keep up with him. She once tried a leash when he was four years old, but stopped when he wrapped it one too many times around a parking meter.
āI thought you and Leslie would be hitched by now,ā his father said. āBut Iām glad youāre not. I wouldnāt have said this while you were still seeing her, but she wasnāt right for you. Not enough up here.ā He poked his skull with a gnarly finger.
āShe had a PhD in history,ā Cal said. āWe simply didnāt work out.ā
āPhDs do not make up for a lack of common sense.ā Calās father shifted on the cushion. āDid the breakup with Leslie motivate you to retire and travel?ā
āSure,ā Cal said, comfortable with his lack of transparency. His father would see the real motivation as mollycoddling. The breakup might have played some small part in Calās decision, but mainly he would retire at the end of the school year to be his fatherās travel surrogate.
āWhatever floats your boat, Cal.ā His father sighed. āI have to say, Iām looking forward to your trip. Itās about time you got to see theĀ world.ā
Cal smiled. He had no strong desire to see the world beyond the amazing places and people he encountered every day. But when he was younger, his father had expressed a yearning to travel. The one time he had been out of the country was during the war. Calās mother died young, and his father single-parented Cal and his sister through their teen years. By the time Cal Sr. retired in his mid seventies, the urge to travel gave way to a string of health issues. Over the past twenty years, he slowly wound down to be the tired, aged man who sat in his favorite worn out chair most of the day.
Though his father seemed good today, some days his moods were darker than Cal had ever witnessed. The decision to retire and travel was based solely on wanting to give his father something to look forward toācalls, photos, letters, emails. They were learning together how to Zoom. Cal would do anything to make his fatherās last days, however many there were, the best they could be. Teaching again could come later, after his father was gone.
The outside door opened. āGood afternoon, Mister Forster and Mister Forster,ā Calās best friend, Rudy, sang out. āAre we ready for a love-fest here?ā A young woman clung to his arm. Her smile dazzled, and she looked to be aboutĀ eighteen.
āLooks like you are,ā Calās father said under his breath.
Calās sister, Heidi, entered before the door closed behind Rudy and his date. Heidi moved toward the couch as Cal stood. They embraced briefly before she sat down beside their father. Cal moved to the door to greet Rudy and the young woman as they shed their coats.
While Rudy went to hang their coats in the closet, Cal stepped over to escort the young woman the rest of the way into the room.
āHi,ā Calās father said, his tone provocative,Ā flirtatious.
Inwardly, Cal groaned. Knowing his father mimicked Rudy for Calās benefit, he made introductions before his father could continue. āWelcome. Iām Cal and this is my father, Callum Sr., and my sister, Heidi.ā
āNice to meet you Callum Sr., Heidi.ā The young woman shook their hands as she greeted them, then, giggling, turned to Cal. āDonāt you recognize me, Mister Forster? Iām Rochelle. Rochelle Robertson? I had you for English when I was a senior. Itās been a long time, six years. I lost a lot of weight, and my hair is long now.ā She blushed.
āRochelle Robertson?ā Cal said. āOf course I remember you. You wrote a lovely essay on the loss of your cat. I cried when I graded it.ā
Rochelle smiled and teared up. āHe was one of the family.ā
Cal smiled, too. He had never expected to see her again, one of those above-average students who sailed through his life and dropped off the horizon for lands unknown, at least to him. āWhat are you up to these days,Ā Rochelle?ā
āI finished my BSN, and I work at the Cleveland Clinic. Right now Iām a floor nurse, but someday I want to be a nurse practitioner. You always said, āAchieve your current goal, and it opens the door to the next one.āā
Sometimes they listened.
Rudy rejoined them. āWhat did I miss?ā
Cal eyed Rochelle, looked at Rudy, and returned his gaze to the young woman. He had to ask. āWhat are you doing with this guy, Rochelle? Heās old enough to be yourĀ grandfather.ā
āI am not!ā Rudy said.
Rochelle giggled again. āRudy is my momās old boyfriend. He agreed to give Mom a lower price on new carpet for her living room if I came with him today. Heās like a second dad.ā She punched Rudyās arm and smiled at him.
āThank God,ā Heidi muttered.
āYou werenāt supposed to tell!ā Rudy play-punched Rochelle back. āBut itās true, and you wouldnāt have knownāāhe looked at Calāāif she werenāt such a blabbermouth. I wanted to have a stunning date for my friendās party.ā
āYou think Iām stunning?ā Rochelle blushed again. āThanks, Rudy.ā
āWhat a relief!ā Calās father said. āI thought we might have to call Childrenās Services.ā He hoisted himself off the couch and walked toward the restroom. āI gotta talk to a man about a horse.ā
The community room door burst open. Heidiās oldest daughter stumbled into the room, flanked by two of Calās great-nieces. The children ran and threw their arms around Calās legs, the three of them almost toppling over, but Cal managed to catch himself, regain his footing, and bend his knees enough to remain stable and in an upright position.
His two niecesā children possessed proper names, but to their mothersā dismay, Cal called the children Sweaty, Sweetie, Grimy, Blimey, Tooter, Scooter, and Hell-oh!
Scooter and Hell-oh! held on for dear life as Cal tried to shake them off, one leg at a time. āHelp!ā he cried out. āIāve been attacked by ferocious alligators!ā
The two preschoolers giggled and held onĀ tighter.
And so the party commenced with the arrival of Heidiās second daughter, both sons-in-law, the rest of the great nieces and nephews, thirty-one additional guests, more plates of food, and a lap dogācourtesy of one of Calās colleaguesāthat yipped the entire time.
Everyone engaged in the four organized games. There were prizes for all. Laughter drowned out the barking for the most part. Tears were limited to one incident, when Hell-Oh! ran into Sweetie, but after five minutes of ice packs, both were off their parentsā laps and back in the fray.
Toward the end of the party, during the first lull in the non-stop action, Heidi put her arm around Cal. āYou outdid yourself this year.ā
Cal hugged her back with one arm. āWouldnāt be much of a party without your family. Thanks for having great kids and greaterĀ grandkids.ā
āThey do love their Uncle Cal,ā she said.
āI love them, too.ā Up to this point, in addition to being the teacher students sought for solace and support, Calās entire life had revolved around bringing as much joy to his family as he could manage. He was a lucky manĀ indeed.