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Losing Elizabeth
A memoir
Al Gramatas
Sirena Press
Lyrics from “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Ewan
Maccoll reproduced by permission of David Platz Music,
Inc.
Sirena Press
an imprint of Murmaid Publishing
ISBN-978-0-9760634-2-1
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Second Edition
Acknowledgements
Diane Marcou
Nancy Frederich
Dr. John F. Gay III
Dedicated to
Chapter 1
it. By the way, I bought a suit like that a few months ago.
Damn thing made me look like a blowfish so I gave it to
the Salvation Army. Want to have a drink at the Crown
Room before you head home? I’ve got a two hour lay-
over before I hop a Charlotte plane.”
“Wish to heck I could, Charlie, but two friends and
I meet for dinner once a month and if I don’t show, they
won’t let me forget.”
“Say hello to Kim for me. She’s a pistol. Tell her I
said if I was twenty-five or thirty years younger, you
wouldn’t stand a chance in hell.”
“I will, Charlie. I will.”
things simple for the hostess and it’s easily heard over
conversation, cuts through the air well.”
The crunching sound of an automobile accident
comes from the busy six-lane street just outside the res-
taurant, easily heard over the buzz of conversation.
Almost everyone turns to look toward the front, unlike
me, whose eyes rarely hunt the source when a wait-
er drops a tray or a hungry baby cries, possibly due to
compassion, I like to think.
But she turns, almost in unison with her date, both
standing directly in front of us. Her line of vision
toward the front door is temporarily interrupted by a
slight glance at me, and then another, like seeing some-
one in a crowd who seems familiar, deserving a second
look.
Then she turns away as if the wreck had never hap-
pened or the hostess might call their name any moment.
She stands still, possibly to reconcile something in a
curious mind.
The smooth back above cloth greets her neck in a
most enchanting way. I study the white summer dress
with straps embracing the shoulders as perfectly as her
ankles fit into the pale pink espadrilles. She touches an
earring hiding under blond hair, like a reaction to an
afterthought.
The room seems brighter than before. A faint smell
of fresh cotton permeates the air. My sense of things
only moments before is rapidly expunged, replaced by
titillation, an intense sense of attraction.
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ple weeks later they take off to Florida for a few days
and when they cross the state line from Georgia she
tells Arne it would be nice if they stopped at her par-
ent’s house in Cottonville.”
“Cottondale,” Arne says, needing to keep every-
thing exactly right.
“Yeah, it’s on the way. So this old geezer about eighty
comes to the door with his wife and he’s got overalls on
and over them he’s wearing a holstered pistol. He talks
about Arne’s girlfriend as being their youngest child
out of something like ten and she’s his favorite.
Then he asks Arne to help him saw a tree stump in
the backyard for winter firewood. They start sawing
with this thing, six foot or so saw blade with a handle
on each end.
After ten minutes in the heat, Arne’s run out of oxy-
gen and sees stars and shit in his eyeballs. The old man
tells him he looks peaked and he needs to get out of the
sun.
Then they go in the back door of the house and Arne
keeps on going out the front and collapses in the driver
seat of his car and when the daughter gets in, the geezer
sticks his head in the window and says ‘you take care of
my little girl, you hear, and if you don’t, I’ll find you and
shoot you where it hurts.’
Arne pulls out on the highway smilin’ and wavin’ at
the old man, hoping he never sees him again and glad
he’s still alive. What do you think, Nick?”
“Funny, Ben,” I say with effort.
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“Yeah, I’ll call you, Ben.” He shuts his car door and
pulls into the night toward home.
Walking to the car, I think of my words to him a few
months before concerning his pending marriage: “That
Lynn of yours is a heck of a woman, buddy. Marriage
is commitment. My father married for the first time at
forty and when his heart stopped at sixty-four he was
on the bathroom floor with the shaving soap still on his
face.
Before everything went black he told my mother
that he had loved her every day since they had met and
before they took him away, she shaved his face because
she said he never left the house unshaven.
She let them know the funeral home could expect
her there to ‘comb the hair on that beautiful man’s head
the way it should be.’ He was handsome, but that’s not
what my mother was talking about. Do you understand,
Ben?”
Considering my actions tonight, the words seem
synthetic now.
“What are you thinking about, Hon?” the wife asks the
next day as I stare into the woods, holding a plate of
kebabs destined for the grill.
“Thinking about Ben. Need to call him about a tee
time,” I say, realizing the lie.
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Chapter 2
she is well past. The purse she’s placed on the table for
my safekeeping is refined, like her. I’m gazing at the
purse as she returns.
“There’s a nice attendant in the restroom handling
towels and stuff,” she says after sitting down. ”I told
her I didn’t have my money with me and that I would
be back with a tip. She smiled and said that manage-
ment wouldn’t allow her to accept tips but the man that
does the same thing in the men’s room is allowed to.
That’s not right, you know. So, Nick, what is it you do
for a living or is it that you’re just a kept man?”
“No, no, I sell logistic services for a large compa-
ny, lots of entertaining and laughing at bad jokes. The
fellow I was with the night I met you is a client and a
friend.”
“Did I show the right amount of reluctance before I
accepted your business card that night?”
“Actually, a little too much. I was thinking at the
time if you didn’t take it, I’d drop to the floor and hold
on to your leg until some cop pried my arms off. I had
this insatiable desire to be near you. Not a word escaped
your pretty lips that night, you know.”
“I shouldn’t have taken your card. I was on a date. It
wasn’t the right thing to do and I apologized to him lat-
er but didn’t throw away the card, obviously.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Yes, me too.”
“Sir, the pen and paper you requested.” The waiter
is decked out in a short, black tuxedo jacket with a gold
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“Hope it’s not like Ben when he got that DUI driv-
ing home last winter. I was downtown half the night
bailing his ass out.”
“No, nothing like that. It began the night you went
to Florida with your lady. You stopped off at the Rain-
bow to say hello to Ben and me. Well, I met a woman
there. It’s a long story, there was a wreck outside and
I’ll tell you everything later. Anyway, she called me at
work a couple of weeks later and we had dinner and I
can’t shake it. I’m nuts about her.”
“This is getting a little crazy. Did you forget you had
a wife at home when you were doing this shit?”
“I know it’s not good and I can’t believe it’s happen-
ing myself.”
“Guess you already popped her, right, Nick?”
“Far from it, but I lied. When she asked on the phone
if I was married, I said no. If I’d said yes, she would have
hung up. It was the tone of her voice, deliberate, I know
she would have. It was the only thing I could do, and
then at dinner she asked for my phone number, and I
gave her yours, it was the first thing that popped in my
head. That’s why I need your help. I want you to pre-
tend we share your apartment if she calls there, won’t
be for long.”
“Nick, this isn’t like you and it’s crazy. Not good for
anybody. What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“I understand how you feel but this isn’t the time
for moralizing. You’re either my friend or not, simple as
that.”
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There has not been a call from her for more than a week
and I’m tortured with thoughts, expectations of the
worst. My anxiety tells me our night at the restaurant
meant nothing, or possibly another caught her attention.
A completely new experience I have taken on, wanting
someone, not knowing if she feels the same.
“Did you see the dime on the floor before she picked
it up?”
“Nope, couldn’t see through the table.”
“Has it ever crossed your mind that it might have
been heads?” I inquire, peering down the hall, noticing
the shower had been turned off.
“Nope,” Dr. Johnson asserted. ”She wanted to be the
one, but she lost. She’s like Elizabeth: won’t lie or con-
nive. She could have said heads but she didn’t, end of
story.”
“That was very poignant. Thanks for sharing it with
me. I hope to meet you and your wife soon.”
“We’d like that very much, Nick. You’ll understand
the importance only if you have a daughter of your own
someday. Elizabeth has mentioned you to us on a cou-
ple occasions.”
“What sort of things did she say?”
“Can’t tell you. She might come to Memphis and
give me a tongue lashing. Let’s just say it’s positive.”
“Your daughter seems to be about ready to go to the
park.” I offer, seeing Elizabeth exit the bath, fresh and
radiant. ”I suppose I need to see if there’s anything to
be loaded in the car.”
“Y’all have a wonderful day. Goodbye, Nick.”
“Goodbye, Dr. Johnson.”
“Hold on! Hold on! Betty wants to talk with you a
minute. Are you there?”
“Yes.”
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Off the phone, she rests her head in my lap, legs stretch-
ing the full length of the sofa.
“Did the furniture come from your parents’ house
in Memphis?” I ask, as my fingers linger in soft blond
hair.
“Other than the bedroom, I purchased everything
in Atlanta before moving in. Mother and I like the same
kind of stuff, period furniture rather than contem-
porary. We shopped until I found the perfect pieces. I
arranged to have everything delivered from four stores
on the same day, and wouldn’t you know that the trucks
arrive within thirty minutes of each other? Mother took
over like the commander of a battleship until every-
thing was in its place. Daddy had the bed shipped from
my room in Memphis. It’s so comfy.”
I listen intently as I have before, wanting more.
“Napoleon and Josephine,” she says, looking toward
the glowing television, one delightful finger pointed
toward the couple in question. “Do you think they had
a relationship as meaningful as ours? I mean caring for
each other?”
“Are you joking? Of course not, what other goofy
thoughts are in that pretty head today?”
Her laughter overflows the room, hiding and then
returning even more sweetly. The eyes are alive with
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was a kid and ran off to some other state with a woman
he worked with and didn’t halfway pay child support. I
think he’s transferring those old resentments to you.”
“That’s not fair, comparing me like that.”
“I’m just telling you what I think, brother.”
“So what about you, Ben, where are you and me?”
“Think back when I was on the job only a few weeks
and ran in to that trouble. You remember, don’t you?”
“Sure.”
“Well the fact is, I screwed up the export papers and
the Mexicans were holding up that piece of machin-
ery at the border and the plant was shut down till it got
there, serious shit. You can recall that me and my boss
and you had the emergency meeting in the conference
room that morning. Well, the night before, I told Anne
I might loose my job the next day and she cried. We
didn’t have a bunch of money then and I couldn’t afford
to loose it.
“When he asked you to describe exactly what hap-
pened, you started talking your world class bullshit.
Then you said ‘Mr. Barton, I’m pleased to report the
shipment has been released by the authorities and will
be delivered to the plant before noon,’ and he smiled,
shook your hand and left the room.”
“So, what’s your point?”
“Let me tell you, Nick, what the friggin’ point is. All
you had to say was ‘dumb ass screwed up the paper-
work and this is what I’ve done to correct the problem.’
It would have made you look good but you didn’t do
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“Cindy.”
“What?”
“I apologize for that uncalled for remark I made.
I appreciate all the good work you do. I’m just going
through something important right now. Things will be
like the old days real soon.”
“I hope that’s true. One last thing, our no-smiles
terminal manager, Andre, asked me today where you
were. I know he’s not your boss. Just thought I’d tell
you.”
“Cindy, has Andre ever mentioned to you where he
was born?”
“No.”
“Well, he was born in Hamburg, Germany. Have
you ever heard of a German with a friggin name like
Andre?”
“I don’t know about things like that.”
“Nor should you and don’t worry about anything.”
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“Why didn’t you tell me about this place?” she asks, after
curling her body into my boxer clad lap on the long bal-
cony, a pelican sharing the same view from above.
“Don’t you like surprises?”
“Yes. Do you feel good?”
“If things were any better, my body would
explode.”
“How much did you enjoy me when we made love
at the apartment?”
“The second most enjoyable experience I’ve ever
had.”
“And the first? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“The moment I realized it was you on the phone a
couple weeks after we met at the restaurant.”
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The six hour drive back to Atlanta the next day is filled
with her voice, excited and reeling off tidbit flashbacks
of the past three days.
She doesn’t want to wait years to recall memories
of lying on a float in calm blue water or the laughter of
those around us when a pool boy’s attention was divert-
ed her way a second too long, producing a collision with
a carelessly placed chair that deposited him in the pool;
his face and embarrassment turning more red than a
sun burn.
Her thoughts run here and there, always leaving a
smile on my face or a look her way, making me think
that all I want from life is to make her happy, every
day.
An hour from Atlanta, I think it’s the right time to
talk, to say the truth. I have a feeling that the stars are
lined up perfectly in their galaxies. The time is as right
as it will be. Something tells me she’ll be receptive, that
things will be okay.
“Elizabeth.”
She lays her head on my right leg, pulling tanned
knees toward her chest, creating rest.
“I’m listening and don’t go to sleep driving. We were
up much too late last night and I know you’re tired. I’m
just resting a little. I’m going to pinch you every once in
a while to keep you sharp. Talk to me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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“Go to sleep.”
“Maybe, but don’t make me pinch.”
With Elizabeth at rest, I gradually increase speed,
always aware a cop car may be hiding behind the next
bridge, or maybe gaining on me, in the rear view mir-
ror. Her shut eyes haven’t erased a slight smile. She may
tell me to slow down, at any moment, after hearing the
harsher tire hum, but she doesn’t.
I look down again, at the sculptured nose, sun-
burned a few days before, now tanned the same exqui-
site color as her shoeless feet.
A few minutes go by before the needed sleep comes,
announced by a hand falling from my knee onto the
floorboard. I find the fingers and return them to my
knee near the blond hair and cover them with a hand
of my own, leaving it there, quietly, until I turn off the
car’s engine in front of her apartment.
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“We still have a few items from the car, the diary
included. It was decided by the Department years ago
that when diaries are confiscated for any reason we for-
ward them to surviving parents and if there are none
we store them. Rightly or wrongly we think that others
should not have access to the deceased one’s most pri-
vate feelings. In this case we’ll of course send the diary
to Dr. and Mrs. Johnson in Memphis.”
The Lieutenant hesitated, then looked at me again,
retuning his eyes from the floor, before bringing his
hands together under a receding chin, as if he was
going to pray.
“Because of the pain I’ve seen in your face since I
saw you sit down in the waiting room, I’m offering you
an opportunity to read whatever you’d like. I can find
you an empty desk where you can be alone. There’s not
an unkind word about you and there are some beauti-
ful entries that only a woman could write. Would you
like to read them, Nick?”
“Thank you, but I don’t think so. The guilt
would probably increase and I don’t think I can take
anymore.”
“I understand.”
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“Both.”
“The coke, almost never, too addictive and expen-
sive. It’s for rich bitches like you. The sex, now and
then.”
“Why did you describe me like that?”
“The car you drive and the size of that bag of nose
candy sitting in front of your teats. The bitch part, hell,
do I have to explain that?”
“I think you got it about right. Want to do some cra-
zy shit when I come back to bed?”
“Not if I’ll be hurt.”
“You won’t be, I will.”
“You ever think about gettin’ off the train, before it
crashes?”
“Why get off, it’s fun. We’re going to be old and fat
one day, Nick, enjoy it while you can.”
“Yeah.”
“Your tone has changed since leaving the club, the
good time Charlie has turned to something else. You’re
not an axe murderer or something, are you?”
“Not lately.”
“Listen, I was married to a Braves player for a while.
I thought it was going to be good, but it wasn’t. He
didn’t know how to do anything good off the field. My
daddy never said anything, but I could see it in his face.
He thought my husband was dumb. He wasn’t good in
bed and didn’t even know the small fork is for the sal-
ad. The three close friends I’ve had since college are all
divorced. One has two kids and no child support. He
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was sold last winter and the current owners don’t allow
us to rent it. I can put you in the unit just above. It has
the same beautiful view, of course.”
“That’ll be fine,” I respond, thinking how asinine
it was that I requested the same room where Elizabeth
had walked and laughed.
Earlier, my thoughts were different. I wanted to
be there, again, to see the balcony, where she stood
wrapped in a sheet and the bed where the pillow was
held to her chest. I thought there were particulars that
I’ve maybe forgotten, and wouldn’t be able to carry
along, in the years ahead.
I remember the carpet’s color, but the tile pattern
of the balcony floor escapes me. There could be nuanc-
es of conversations that would be rekindled or oth-
er moments that have slipped away. And now it seems
foolish I would allow another to intrude Elizabeth’s
space, a place of dreams and memories that should
remain untouched.
After the call is concluded, I ask for forgiveness
and then hate myself for the remainder of the day as
repentance.
“I got a memory for faces like a dog has for the ones that
feed him,” the middle-aged, portly waitress says, look-
ing at me. “I remember you ate with us before, either
last summer or the one before that. You left me a ten-
dollar tip. I didn’t know it till after y’all went out the
door ‘cause you put the check on your American Excuse
card.”
“That’s a hell of a memory you got, lady. That was
the only time I’ve been here, other than tonight.”
“Are y’all married?”
“Nope, just here to have some good clean fun.”
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I slip out of the bed after sunrise, away from her almost
silent snoring. The lobby is vacant other than a bored
young woman behind the front desk waiting for her
replacement.
“Miss, the people in unit 412, I may know them.
Could you tell me their last name?”
“You’re mistaken. 412 is owned by an older couple
from Michigan. They’re only here in the fall and win-
ter. They would never come in high season and they
don’t let us rent it. Maybe it’s another one you’re talking
about?”
“No, it’s that one. Someone is in there now. I saw
them last night. I’ll prove it if you’ll unlock the door.
Let’s go now, please.”
“Sir.”
“Please, I insist.”
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“The restaurant was not the kind that lends itself well
to a first date,” I say, driving back to the apartments.
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Epilogue
sit near the gazebo and listen to the music. Look at the
people, with smiles on their faces and watch gulls fly
across the sky. Listen to your dreams. Get carried away
by it all, this wonderful thing called life.”