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Dominick & Leah - Chapter 7


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7.


       Filled with confidence and ease, Dominick drove himself to Algonquin the second week of September, to begin his last year of business. He’d decided that he was going to be upbeat and open, with a positive attitude, regardless of Leah’s presence. He still definitely had strong feelings for her, but he had to be happy regardless; the last few weeks had been pretty good for him, as he’d actually enjoyed his time at Kresge’s Goods and made some good friends there. He was still working there, but on a part-time basis now.


       Entering the classroom, he didn’t find Leah there. That wasn’t a big deal. It wouldn’t be one when she finally entered, either. He just had to maintain his positivity.


       Unfortunately for Dominick, Leah never came to class that morning. Where was she? Had she dropped out? That couldn’t be.
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       Leah bussed into school that afternoon, looking forward to the semester. She was also, for a large part of it, looking forward to seeing Dominick, but that wasn’t all she was happy to see. She contained her excitement by reading on the bus, though the articulated one she was riding was unnecessarily loud and slow; all of them were.


       She walked into the building, found the classroom, and looked around, but Dominick was nowhere to be found. As she scanned the heads of people, she noticed that there were a lot of people in the room that she hadn’t seen before – as well as some that she did recognize. Had something changed?


       She turned around and went back outside, looking around for the professor. When he came around the corner, she turned to ask him about changes to the class – “hey, Mr. Redfield, am I in the right class? – “ but he wasn’t Mr. Redfield. Looking at her, his long hair flying about, Mitchell Bowen said, “I wouldn’t know, who’s this Redfield?”


       “Oh, sorry. I was too abrupt, I thought you were my professor.”


       “Don’t worry, how can I help?” Bowen kindly answered.


       “It’s nothing, really, I just don’t recognize half of the people in the room yet I recognize some of them.”


       “Well then it’s probably just that you were put into a different section, that’s all,” Bowen suggested. “That would be my guess. They change every semester.”


       “Oh. Okay, well that makes sense. All right, thanks for your help, uh…”


       “Mitchell Bowen. I’m a part-time teacher. No problem.” He waved and walked on. Leah just stayed in the hall, wondering if Dominick was in her section anymore. It didn’t seem like it.
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       It was a week later when Dominick answered the phone – and heard Leah’s voice.


       “I didn’t drop out, no. We’re each in a different section” she explained to him.


       “Oh!” he exclaimed, letting out a big sigh of relief. “I was worried! Why didn’t I figure it out?”


       “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, we don’t have any classes together. Not this semester. I don’t know about next semester. That’s why I called you. I wanted to ask if you’d like to meet somewhere.”


       “That’d be great,” Dominick replied. “Where would you suggest?”


       “Why not Mooney’s Bay? That’s sort of halfway in between us, I think. What about tomorrow?”


       “I work from 9 to 3 tomorrow,” Dominick answered.


       “You work?”


       “Yeah. I got a job.”


       “Where?”


       “I don’t know if I want to say that, really. You won’t believe me.”


       “Try me.”


       “Well, okay then…I work in Toys at Kresge’s Goods.”


       She gasped. “Luke’s job?”


       “Not his job, no. It’s my job now. He quit there awhile ago.”


       “Weird. Okay, well how about tomorrow evening then?”


       “Yeah, I guess that could work. I’ll drive up.”


       “All right. I’ll see you then.”


       Dominick would never have expected Leah to call him out of the blue like that, considering she hadn’t done so all summer, but this completely made him ebullient. Now with that to look forward to, tomorrow was going to be great.
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       Considering that a week’s worth of classes did not include Dominick (sections obviously included every class, she now realized) she felt that she owed it to Dominick to at least call him, see what’s up. But as soon as she heard his voice, she suddenly wanted to see him, so they made that arrangement.


       Leah walked into the park, which included a beach, a large hill, and a small marina, and toured the green space. Eventually she came upon the little pedestrian moon bridges, which once crossed over little canals of water the park had filled in only a few years ago; the bridges currently crossed nothing but grass and weeds. Dominick was standing the middle of one of them, looking almost dreamlike, and very patient. He gave her a little wave. She hadn’t seen him looking so serene in a while.


       She walked around to the footing of the bridge and walked up to stand beside him.


       “Beautiful autumn day, isn’t it?” Dominick asked her. Already the sun seemed on its way towards the western horizon.


       “It is nice out. There’s a nice smell on the air, too,” Leah responded.


       Dominick turned towards her, looking relaxed. “How are you?”


       “I’m doing pretty well. School isn’t the same without you, though,” she said.


       “Yeah, it’s kind of weird being in a separate section. But there’s nothing we can do to change that, life is what it is.” Dominick seemed perfectly accepting of this. In Leah’s eyes, he seemed different altogether. Did he still like her?


       “Well, no, we can. We just have to switch sections, that’s all. Like, get someone to change with one of us.”


       “Oh. Well, all right.” Though he seemed kind of uninterested in the idea. Leah studied him.


       “You seem different, you know,” Leah told him.


       “Well, I guess. Everyone changes.” Dominick made sure he sounded as un-excited as possible. He didn’t want to smother her all over again.


       “Are you happy?”


       “Mostly, yeah, I am. I have a job, I’ve made some new friends, discovered a lot of new music, and I know better about things from our relationship.”


       “You do?”


       “Do you?”


       “Do I? Well, yes, I’m sure I do.”


       They stared at each other, unsure what to say. Finally, seeing Dominick as someone who was obviously happy on his own, she turned away from him.


       “Leah? Where are you going?” His voice sounded surprised.


       “I think that settles it,” she answered him as she walked away.


       “Wait!” He ran to catch up with her. Taking her arm but not pulling it, he circled around her. “I’m sorry.”


       “What?”


       “Listen. You are imperfect. You are you.”


       “What are you talking about?”


       “You aren’t an angel. You’re only human.”


       “You sound ridiculous.”


       “But don’t you get it? Look. I see your faults. I see your mistakes. I see every little problem you have. I see them! You aren’t perfect.”


       “I know I’m not,” Leah said. “No one is.”


       “But I’m telling you that you’re no longer an ideal to me. It’s wrong to make you one. You’re just an attractive girl who is on the same wavelength as me, a girl with whom I share an amazing chemistry with, one who cares about me and one that I care deeply about right back.” 2 comments


       Leah stared at him. “Is this true? Is that what you think? You didn’t seem too interested back up on the bridge.”


       “That’s because I didn’t want to look like I was smothering you. I didn’t want to be that crazy car salesman your mother compared me to on TV.”


       “What – “


       “We are going to have fights. We are. We’re going to have disagreements. We’re never going to agree on certain things! That’s what makes us work!”


       Leah understood him. “You still really like me – as a normal person?”


       “Of course I do. Look, if there’s one thing my mother said under all of those ancient song lyrics of hers that makes sense, it’s that love breeds tolerance.” 1 comment


       “Tolerance?”


       “Of everything that we don’t like about each other. I could care less about politics, about Mulroney or Campbell or that deformed-looking Chretien guy. I may not like some of the things you do when you eat. You may not like how I don’t come to a conclusion about things right away. That’s all tolerated.”


       Leah continued to stare at him. Everything he said sounded right.


       “The point is, Leah, we tolerate all that because we love each other. The happiness created between us outweighs the negative, petty little things we may not like about each other. That’s the point. I love you.”


       For the first time in months, Leah came forward and hugged him; they kissed. Then she said, “want to come back to my house? My mother misses you, and I want you to myself…”


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