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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in your comments. It gives me a
better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy
the story.
-DEJA VU-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!"
The young blonde haired woman exclaimed as she
gushed with excitement. "Two days from now I'm
going to be in Europe."
"Well its nothing that you don't deserve."
The older woman smiled back. "I'm very proud of
you, and all that you've accomplished."
"I don't think Mother would agree with
you on that." Jenny D'Angelo replied. "She thinks
the entire trip is a colossal waste of money."
"Your mother thinks everything is a waste
of money." Connie D'Angelo laughed. "And
besides, it's my money that's paying for this trip,
so she doesn't have anything to complain about."
With that, Jenny joined in the laughter.
She knew she really shouldn't be enjoying a joke
at her mother's expense, but she couldn't help it.
In many ways, Connie had always been closer to
her than her mother. Despite the 38 years
separating them, they were more like girlfriends
than family.
The trip to Europe had been Connie's idea.
She had been so impressed when Jenny graduated
from High School a year early and then gained
acceptance to an Ivy League College.
In addition to covering all the expenses for
three months on the continent, Connie was also
buying Jenny a new wardrobe for the trip.
Between the two of them, they had two shopping
bags full. The rest of what they had bought would
be delivered to Connie's tomorrow. Knowing her
daughter-in-law would have something to say
about all the new clothes, Connie had wisely put
her own address on the deliveries.
"It's still early, what say we head over to
Kou-feng's for lunch." Connie suggested.
"Great." Jenny responded. "But only if
you let me treat you this time."
"All right." was the reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
*
An hour and a half later, the two women
had lunch behind them and were headed down
Main St. Along the way, both women turned
men's heads. An action that they both took so
much for granted that neither gave it much
thought.
Jenny was 5'5", with long blonde hair that
ran to the midpoint of her back. Deeply tanned,
she wore a pretty yellow blouse and a short blue
skirt. A firm set of breasts pressed against the
yellow material, highlighting a youthful, athletic
figure. She had been on the gymnastics team in
school and all the hours spent practicing were
self-evident.
Standing a few inches taller than her
granddaughter, Connie long ago gave up trying to
keep a slim figure. Instead she had concentrating
on keeping her body firm and hard. Extra pounds
she may have gained over the years, but very little
of it was fat. She worked out as much as she
could, maintaining a form that most woman her
age could only envy. Blessed with a more than
full figured bust when still in her teens, she
couldn't defy the long term effects of the laws of
gravity. But no one said that she had to submit to
them without a fight.
What gray that dared appeared in her hair was
banished by frequent trips to her hairdressers.
Connie wanted to put as much as she
could into this last day she would spent with her
beloved granddaughter. She was really going to
miss Jenny, but glad she was able to give her the
opportunity to travel. She had considered going
along with her, but eventually rejected the idea.
Better Jenny go with the other girls from her
school. It would be a better experience letting her
be on her own.
It had taken all her authority as the
matriarch of the D'Angelo family to get Jenny's
parents to agree to the trip. Stephen, her son, had
been more than willing to let Jenny go. He had a
great deal of faith in his daughter, and knew that
he could trust her accordingly.
Stephen's wife Barbara, on the other hand,
had been opposed to the trip from day one. It was
a waste of money she'd said. A young girl
couldn't be trusted out on her own. Why when
she was her age....
Connie remembered all too well what
Barbara, or Babs as she liked to be called then,
was like at that age. She was a simple minded
blonde airhead that more than lived up to the
stereotype. She was, Connie believed, her son's
one great mistake in his life. Try as she could,
Connie had been unable to keep him from being
swayed by a pretty face and a big set of boobs.
Nothing that could have come out of her mouth
was going to carry more weight than the things
Babs was doing with her's.
So she had reluctantly watched when they
married at 19. A year later, she could almost
forgive Babs for marrying her son when she gave
birth to Jenny. It turned out that Babs, now
calling herself Barbara once again, couldn't find
the time among all her social activities to give
Jenny all the attention she deserved. Over the last
17 years, Connie had been more than happy to fill
the void.
"I've copied down all the places you told
me to see." Jenny said as they crossed the
intersection. "Sometimes I wish you were going
with me."
"We've already gone over that." Connie
said as she stepped onto the curb. "You'll have a
much better time with your friends." She added,
wondering if she really believed that.
"Maybe, but I wish......."
"Hey Jenny, Jenny D'Angelo!" Said a
strong masculine voice from the right of the two
women.
Jenny turned around and saw the tall dark
haired young man who had called her. He stood
about 6'1" and had short curly black hair. The
muscles of his chest and arms were highly defined
and it was obvious that he took exercise seriously.
The blue T-shirt he wore clung to him like a
second skin. Legs as well developed as his arms
stretched out from a pair of red shorts.
"Hi Jenny." He repeated.
"Jack!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped
forward and gave him a sisterly hug. "When did
you get back?"
"Last week, I'm staying at my mom's."
Jack answered.
"It's so good to see you again." Jenny
continued, her eyes never leaving his face.
"You too," He replied. "I heard how you
graduated a year early. I knew you could do it."
"Thanks." Jenny beamed. "So what are
you doing now."
"Football scholarship at State." Jack
answered. "But I still need to work during the
summer to cover some of the extras." He added
as he handed her one of the flyers he had been
passing out.
A quiet cough from behind Jenny
reminded her of her grandmother's presence.
Slightly red at her oversight, she turned and
introduced her.
"Grandmother, this is Jack Marziatto."
She said. "Jack, this my grandmother, Connie
D'Angelo. Jenny continued turning back to Jack.
"Jack and I both went to school together,
he graduated last year." She continued.
"That's something that your granddaughter
deserves most of the credit for." Jack interjected.
"If not for her tutoring, I'd have been in the fifth
year of high school instead of the freshman year at
State.
"You passed the exams." Jenny laughed.
"I just helped you study."
"Marziatto, I used to know a Marziatto
family a long time ago." Connie said as she
looked at the young man's face, a strange look on
her own. "They lived over on 10 St."
"That would've been my grandparents."
Jack answered. "They moved over to Bakersville
in the early sixties. My parents moved back here
about ten years ago when I was 9."
"Come to think of it, I only remember the
Marziatto's having four daughters." Connie
remarked. "How could you have the same last
name?"
"Well that's a little piece of the family
skeleton." Jack replied, the humor in his voice
showing that he had no problem dismissing the
long ago scandal as anything but ancient history.
"Grandma got divorced after being married about
five years. It was such a messy divorced that she
had both her son's names legally changed to
Marziatto."
"And your grandfather was?" Connie
asked, a look of anticipation on her face.
"Johnny Coravelli." He replied. "Why, did
you know him too?"
Connie's face now went pale as all the
blood seemed to drain from it. She felt dizzy for a
second and had to take a moment to compose
herself.
"Grandmother!" Jenny called out as she
saw her stagger for a moment.
"I'm OK," She lied. "Just felt dizzy for a
moment. Getting old can be a real bitch at times."
She added with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Jack." She said as she took a
deep breath and regained control of herself. "You
were saying?"
"His name was Johnny Coravelli." He
repeated. "In fact I was named for him. My dad
didn't share grandma's aversion to his memory.
Did you know him?"
"I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a
bell." The older woman said. "It was a very long
time ago after all."
"I guess so." Jack said. "I'm sure if you'd
known him you'd remember. He was a musician.
My dad told me he was quite a character. Always
getting into some kind of trouble or another. I
met him a few times a couple of years ago. That
really set off grandma. I can still hear her going on
about what a good for nothing he was. Then,
when he got me a tattoo for my 16th birthday, she
really went through the roof."
"He got you a tattoo?" Jenny gasped.
"Just a little one." Jack said as he pushed
up the left sleeve of his shirt, revealing a small
blue shark on his upper biceps. "He had one just
like it."
"He must've been quiet a character
indeed." Connie remarked as she stared at the
tattoo, trying to sound dispassionate.
"That he was. It's a pity he passed away
last year. He was only 57. The doctor said it was
too many years of abusing his body with one thing
or another."
"Well its good to see that you don't take
after him in that respect." Connie noted, taking
another long good look at the young man.
"No, I try to take care of myself." He
answered. "But that's way too much about me."
Jack concluded as he turned to Jenny. "What
about you, what have you been doing?"
Connie didn't seem to hear as Jenny told
Jack all about her impending trip to Europe and
how she would be going away to college in the
fall. The older woman's attention was riveted on
the muscular young man. She seemed to be
studying every feature of his face, something she
hadn't done in a long long time.
"I guess I've kept you much too long."
Jack finally said.
With that, Connie finally snapped back to
her surroundings.
"You must have a lot of things to do
before your trip and I've got to get back to
handing these things out." He concluded as he
indicated the pile of flyers in his hand.
Connie took one of the flyers and glanced
at it. It was an advertisement for a small group of
college boys, calling themselves, Jocks Inc., who
hired themselves out to do odd jobs over the
summer. She recognized the masthead, she had
hired two of them last year to paint the guest
house. It was a good way for them to raise
money for school.
With a smile and a wave, Jenny said
good-bye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
*
Soon they reached the parking lot where
they had left Connie's car. After storing the bags
in the trunk, Connie slid behind the wheel. No
sooner had they pulled out into traffic when
Connie turned to her granddaughter.
"A really nice young man." She remarked.
"Very good looking too. Are you sure all you did
was tutor him?"
"Well...we did go out a few times." Jenny
admitted. "But nothing really came of it."
"Did you sleep with him?" Connie asked
nonchalantly.
"Grandmother!" Jenny shot back in a
mixture of mock anger and surprise.
It wasn't that Connie had asked if she had
sexual relations that surprised Jenny. It was that
she had asked about if she had done it with
someone specific. Something she had never done
before.
After all, it had been Connie that she had
come to last year when she had decided that she
was old enough to make that decision on her own.
Knowing that Barbara's attitude on the subject
was, "Well if she's going to do it, what can I do
about it",Connie again took her mother's place.
She'd sat Jenny down and explained to her
the pro and cons of being sexually active. Of how
she thought she had all the answers when she was
Jenny's age, when in reality she had been very
ignorant. It didn't take a mathematical genius to
figure out that Jenny's father had been born six
months after the wedding. That all said, she had
made an appointment for her at one of the best
Gynecologists in town and had the doctor help her
choose the best form of birth control for her.
"Oh Jack and I made out all right." She
finally replied, enjoying the ease she could talk to
her grandmother about anything. "But in the end
we decided that sleeping together wouldn't be the
right thing to do. I'm really not looking for just a
good fuck, I want there to be something more
between us. Jack was enough of a friend to
understand that. I mean, I'm sure the sex
would've been great. But I want to be able to
have something else afterwards. Jack's the
complete opposite. He just wants to have a little
fun, and not have to worry too much about
tomorrow. Once we got that worked out, we
became great friends."
"I see." Was Connie's only reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
*
It had only been a week since Jenny had
left for London and already Connie missed her
terribly. She had talked to her on the phone a few
hours ago and was overjoyed to know that she
was having a great time. Yet no sooner had the
receiver dropped back on the cradle when she was
again filled with an emptiness.
"I should have never given up control of
the restaurants." Connie said out loud to herself
as she turned off the television. "At least that
would've given me something to occupy my time."
Five years before, on her fiftieth birthday,
Connie had turned over the control of the three
D'Angelo restaurants to her children. In addition
to Stephen, she had a second son named Peter
who was now 35. Her daughter Angela had just
turned 31.
Aside from Jenny's mother, Connie was
more than pleased with her children's marriages.
Each of her children had been given a share in
their own restaurant as well as operational
control. Connie of course retained majority
control of D'Angelo Enterprises.
Her's was still the final word. She owned
that much to her late husband. Vinnie had literally
worked himself to death, suffering a fatal heart
attack when he was only 46. It was his dream to
see the single family restaurant that he'd inherited
from his own father grow into a chain. Connie
had made sure that dream had come true.
It was her distrust of Barbara that caused
her to hold her shares. Deep down, she believed
that her daughter in law didn't have the desire for
hard work that running the restaurants required.
If she had any real control, she would quickly be
pushing the other's to sell out for a fast buck.
Peter and Angela understood that. When Connie
died, her shares would skip a generation and be
split between the 7 grandchildren. She had
arranged for trust funds for all of them. Each
would get their full shares on their 21st birthday.
Connie loved all her grandchildren, but it
was always Jenny that occupied a special place in
her heart. She was more like a daughter than a
granddaughter, a reflection of what Connie was
like when she was that young.
"When I was that young." Connie
repeated to herself. "When I was that young I
definitely wasn't sitting around the house feeling
sorry for myself."
With that, she rose from the chair and
went looking for her address book. What she
needed was a little companionship. Maybe even a
little roll in the sack. Connie had hardly been
celibate in the dozen years of her widowhood.
She'd been actively pursued by a number of men,
even taken a few as lovers. But most lost interest
when they finally discovered that if marriage was a
possibility, any control of D'Angelo's wasn't.
Twice in the last ten years she'd even had
one night stands with younger men. Both times
with the summer help that she hired to fill in for
her waiters when they went on vacation. The
young men never stood long and no one ever
knew. It gave her an ego boost to know she
could still satisfy a younger man.
In fact, during her first year of
widowhood, Connie had even had a brief lesbian
fling with Maria Fortunato, one of her neighbors.
It was Maria who had initiated the affair and
Connie had been curious enough to let it develop.
Most people thought it was so nice for Maria, a
widow in her own right, to spent so much time
with Connie during that difficult first year. No
one ever suspected what was really going on.
When the traditional mourning period finally
ended, the men began to call once again and the
affair faded of its own accord. It had been an
interesting experience to say the least and had
helped fill a temporary void in her life.
Connie made a few calls, but had no luck.
It was already Friday night and most of them men
she knew had already made plans for the
weekend. Those that she knew would be available
were available for good reason and she wasn't that
desperate.
Putting the book back down, Connie
picked up the light blue advertisement sitting next
to it on her desk. It was the flyer she had been
given by Jenny's friend. She remembered that she
had called them the other day to hire one of the
boys to work on her patio deck this weekend. Bill
Ross or something like that, was the boy they had
told her would be coming. Just as well she stood
home tonight.
"Maybe I should have just asked them to
send me over a young stud." Connie laughed to
herself.
Her laugh filled the room for a few
seconds, then silence returned. The house once
again seemed very empty.
"You are definitely getting to be a horny
old lady, Connie D'Angelo." Connie thought as
she dropped the sheet onto the table.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
*
Late that night, long after dinner, Connie
found herself unable to sleep. Uneasy with the
whole idea of sleeping pills, she instead poured
herself a glass of wine. Still, sleep would not
come. By the time she was on her second glass,
she decided to do a little of that cleaning out of
the basement storage she had been doing on and
off for the last two months.
Connie carried a box of mementos up
from the basement. She hadn't looked at this old
junk in almost 30 years. Yet lately she had begun
to feel nostalgic. Sipping her drink, she was
surprised that most of it was in such good
condition. She had Vinnie to thank for that. He
figured that these things would mean something to
her someday and had been very careful in packing
them away. They were the memories of a young
girl named Connie Esposito, and of a time and
place far away.
Shifting through the layers of the past, the
dark haired woman found a stack of old 45's.
Removing the plastic wrap around them, she
smiled as she read off the labels. Frankie Lymon
and the Teenagers, Buddy Holly, Little Anthony
and the Imperials, The Monotones, Fats Domino,
and of course Elvis.
A bright smile on her lips, Connie thought
of those long ago days when she and her
girlfriends had visions of passion listening to such
hits as Peggy Sue, Book of Love, Blueberry Hill
and Why do fools fall in love?
"I haven't heard some of these in years."
She said out loud. "I wonder if they are still
good?"
As she placed one of the small records on
the entertainment center's turntable, Connie
wondered what her grandchildren and their MTV
oriented friends would think of this music?
Placing the needle on the first grove, she
concluded that they would no doubt view them in
much the say way she had viewed her parents big
band albums. Old fogey music!
As the sounds of her girlhood difted across
the room, Connie went back to the storage
container. Various books were soon piled
alongside the case, along with piles of snapshots.
Finally, at the bottom of the box, Connie
found what she'd been searching for. Remarkably
preserved, it was a framed color 11 x 14
photograph. In it were four young men in blue
jackets. It was obvious that they were musicians
from the instruments they carried. Standing next
to and in front of the quartet were three young
girls. The dark blue lettering on the drumhead
read "Johnny and the Bluecoats"
Focusing on each individual band member,
Connie finally stopped at the tall dark haired lad
on the far right. He was obviously the leader, you
could tell that just from his bearing in the photo.
His name... was Johnny Coravelli. And except for
his greased back hair, he could've almost been his
grandson's twin.
"Johnny, Johnny." Connie said to herself
with a wide smile. "You always were a hunk."
Dropping back into her heavily cushioned
chair, Connie reverently ran her fingers across the
bottom of the wooden frame. One by one, the
names of the other band members filtered through
her mind. Vito Rossini, Dominic Laruso and
Danny Giordano. They were on the way up in
those days, the early days of Rock N' Roll. All
they had needed was one lucky break. And for a
while it looked they might just get it.
Along with the guys were her two best
girlfriends in the whole world. Tina Marie Cerani
and Jill Barusso. The third girl in the photo, the
one hanging on to Johnny was of course as
familiar as the closest mirror. Free of the lines of
age and full of youthful exuberance, the face was
her own.
Connie chuckled as she looked at her
younger self. Hair pulled back into a pony tail, a
tight blue sweater and a poodle skirt. That outfit
used to cause her mother to cross herself every
time she saw her in it.
Preoccupied with the photo, Connie didn't
notice the record had finished. Her thoughts were
no longer here in this room. Closing her eyes,
Connie could hear the magical music of the
Bluecoats. She could see the crowds and feel the
excitement of being there on the verge of success.
Most of all, she remembered how wonderful it felt
to have everyone know she was Johnny's girl.
Her mind began to drift further and
further away as her need for sleep and the wine
took her back to days long gone. To one special
night in particular.
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