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On Sunday Lei and I moved into Charlotte's apartment. Everything I needed
fit into two large suitcases. My mom took us in the car, even though she
normally tries to avoid driving in Manhattan. Her flight to London was
booked for that evening, and she had to get back to finish her own packing
and close up the apartment for the summer.
At Charlotte's my mom didn't linger a minute. She said a rushed thank you to
Charlotte, kissed her on the check and was out the door. I remember feeling
sad when my dad had left for London, and I couldn't help but have an empty,
sad feeling knowing that both my parents were now away. It was some comfort
that Lei would be with me for a week, but after that, when she left for out
West, who knows what I'd feel. By then hopefully I'll have some new friends
at NYU and I'll be absorbed in my summer research project.
Charlotte was in very good spirits, positively delighted to have the two of
us. I supposed that being a single woman, she had few opportunities to spend
time with young people, and especially to be helpful to them. Perhaps this
was going to turn out pretty well I thought.
The first order of business was to get Lei and I settled in our respective
bedrooms. Charlotte led us down the hallway to the first guest room. It was
on the right side, opposite to the doorway to Charlotte's master bedroom.
She opened the door and ushered us inside. It was beautifully furnished in
avant garde furniture, every bit as nice as the living room. There was a
wonderful red and black lacquer book case and a black lacquer single bed and
matching dresser. A small oriental carpet was at the foot of the bed.
"What a beautiful room!," Lei exclaimed, and I joined in to add my
agreement.
"Why thank you," Charlotte said, "I had it all done with Roche-Bobois
furnishings, it sure cost a pretty penny! Come, let me show you the other
room. Its a bit larger and has a private bathroom."
We followed her to the next room down the hallway from her bedroom. Stepping
inside I was overwhelmed by a riot of pink and white colors. Frilly pink
curtains were on the window, the bed coverlet was white with pink roses and
lace. A doll wearing a puffy pink ballroom dress with layers upon layers of
crinolines decorated the center between the two pillows. The dresser was
white with pink hearts at the corners. The floor had plush, rose colored
carpeting and slightly pink wall paper with thin white lines and sprays of
daisies. Through a doorway, was an adjoining bathroom, with pink tiles,
toilet, tub and wall paper. I was shocked and so too must have been Lei,
since before I could utter a word she said, "this is too fancy for me
Charlotte! I'm taking the other room!" and she darted down the hall to the
living room to get her luggage and move it into the other bedroom.
I ran after her, "Lei! Lei! thats not fair. You're a girl, you should have
that bedroom.'' Turning to Charlotte I said, "Charlotte! she can't do that.
Why should I get the girl's bedroom?''
Charlotte was taken off guard, or so it seemed. "Now Greg,'' she said, "Lei
will only be here a week.''
"That doesn't matter. Anyway, you could say the same thing to Lei.''
"Lei,'' Charlotte said, "Greg has a point there. Perhaps its not fair to
force him into that room, though I never thought about it before.''
"But its too girly for me too. I'm sorry, but I just love this bedroom and
Greg can have it in a week. Why should I not get a chance to stay in it, if
he can have it for the whole rest of the summer?''
Even I sort of had to agree with Lei on that point. It was also enough to
convince Charlotte of the wisdom of having me stay a week in the "girly''
room as Lei had put it. "So, OK Greg?'' Charlotte asked. "Will you spend
the week in the pink room?''
I saw that Charlotte's face had taken on a somber cast and I wondered what
she was thinking about. Thinking that Lei and I had caused her mood, I
said, "I'm sorry for complaining.''
"No, Greg, it has nothing to do with you. Its only that its been awhile
since I thought about my niece. She used to stay in what you call the Girly
room.''
"I didn't know you had a niece,'' I said, "where is she?''
"She was, I must admit a little biased toward the frou-frou. She loved
pretty things and I indulged her.''
Charlotte appeared to have ignored my question and I was afraid to repeat
it.
"Anyway,'' Charlotte said, suddenly brightening up, "now we have someone
sleeping in the room again, giving it some life, and that's a good thing.''
It dawned on me that her niece must have died and I felt awful for
Charlotte. But it was also a little creepy to think that the things I could
see in the room: the doll, the curtains and bedspread had all been selected
by a girl who had died.
Finally, I couldn't stand not knowing what had happened and I meekly said,
"she died?''
"Oh, no, no, no!'' Charlotte said, "did I give you that impression? No, my
niece is far away, and I better had not talk about her anymore, or she
might not come home.''
I couldn't figure out what that meant, so I excused myself to go to the
living room to get my suitcases. I dragged them down the corridor to the
room, entered it and sat down on the bed. The comforter was as pink and
frilly as one could possibly imagine. I took a look at the doll and picked
it up. In my whole life I had never seen a doll like that. I guess it was
like a Barbie doll, the face was as pretty and it had blonde hair, though it
was somewhat larger. The pretty dress looked to be hand crafted and had a
fine zipper down the back which looked like it would work. I wondered what
was underneath the dress. I heard a noise in the corridor and put it back
where it had been.
On the other side of the room I noticed a small book case filled with books.
I got up to take a look at the titles. They were teenage romance novels. I
picked one out "My Sister's Bridesmaid," and read the first line: "Kathy
Brown couldn't wait to call her best friend Phoebe to tell her the news.
`You won't believe it Phoebe, but Dana is engaged!'" Somehow it didn't seem
like it would be too hard to figure out the plot. Putting the book back, I
opened the top dresser drawer and saw it was empty. From my suitcase I put
underwear and socks in the drawer and then opened the one below it. Here I
put my shirts. As I opened the bottom most drawer to put my jeans away, I
saw that it wasn't empty. It was filled with girls clothes: there was a
pile of frilly panties, pink and white. Next to them were a number of bras
folded up. These had lace and fabric with hearts and flowers. There were
also stockings and some blouses and perhaps some slips and nighties. Like
everything else in the room, the clothes were lacy, pink and white.
I shut the drawer and decided I had better not open it again. At that moment
Charlotte came in the room saying, "I cleaned out the top two drawers of the
dresser for you. The bottom one has some of my niece's things."
"Yes, I saw," I interrupted.
"Is it a problem for you? Do you need more room?"
"I don't think so," I lied since I didn't know where I would put my jeans.
"What about your jeans?" Charlotte said, noticing they were out.
"I'll put them in the closet."
"Well if you change your mind you can just move her clothes to the closet
shelf."
"Thank you, Charlotte."
She seemed to be giving me permission to touch the clothes. I swore to
myself that I'd never open that drawer in the next week.
"There's also a few of her dresses in the closet, but they only take up a
little of the hangar space," she said this as she slid the closet door open.
There to one side hung several dresses within clear plastic storage bags.
Not surprising, they were white and pink with ribbons, lace and bows. Some
had long skirts, some were short. In one bag hung a pink and white
crinoline. On the floor were several pairs of girls shoes, including a pair
of pink high heels whose straps formed a delicate pink lattice.
"I have only a few things to hang up," I said, trying not to react to the
riot of feminine color in the closet.
"Oh, and I almost forget," Charlotte said and left the room, coming back in
a second holding a brown paper bag. "Your panties, I was able to get them
this week."
"Thanks," I said as she reached in the bag and took out three packages of
panties. Two were white and the third was pink. "I know you prefer white,
but they only had two of them. The pink ones have absolutely no
ornamentation, so I thought I'd take a chance on them."
"Thanks," I said again, "I think they'll be OK." Since I wasn't going to
wear them, I figured there was no point in complaining about them.
"Come let me show you the linen closet," she said, and I followed her down
the hallway to a door next to the bathroom. She took out a large pink towel
and handed it to me. "You'll be needing one of these. Do you use a wash
cloth?"
"No," I said. I was slightly miffed because I glimpsed blue towels in the
closet and wondered why she wouldn't give me one of them.
"Couldn't I have a blue towel?" I asked.
"Don't start that up again!," Charlotte said with some irritation. "The pink
towels go with the pink bathroom!"
"I'm sorry," I said, realizing now why she had given me the towel.
"Hang the towel on the rack in your bathroom, and then I want to sit you and
Lei down and discuss some of the house rules with you, and give you both
keys."
I hurried off to put the towel away, while I saw Charlotte take a blue towel
to give to Lei. Coming back, I waited for Charlotte and Lei in the hallway
in front of the entrance to Charlotte's bedroom. I gazed into it through
its open door. It had a huge canopy bed on a raised dais, like it was for a
queen. The room was particularly large, with a number of oriental rungs
scattered on the floor and various antique furnishings.
When Charlotte reappeared with Lei, she said, "and I was going to tell you
that my bedroom is off limits!"
"I wasn't going in," I said.
"I didn't say you were. I just want to make clear that you, or Lei, should
not enter, unless of course, I invite you in."
It seemed to me that Charlotte was making too much of a big deal about her
privacy. I had no interest in going in her room, and I resented the
implication that I would. I also knew that it was fruitless to argue the
point, so I kept my mouth shut.
Lei and I followed her into the living room, where she said, "Now, let me
find you both keys, so you can come and go as you please. You know, I'll be
at work everyday until 6PM, so you'll be largely on your own."
After she got keys, she led us to the front door and showed us how to use
it, like I don't know how to use a key! The key was for the lower lock.
Above it was a deadbolt lock which was keyed from both sides, and I realized
that she didn't give me a key to that. "What about the deadbolt?" I asked.
"You won't be needing that. The building in quite safe and we normally never
have to lock it."
I wondered what she meant by "normally."
When we were seated with Charlotte she said, "I need to explain some rules
to you so that we can avoid any problems. Are both you listening?"
"Yes, Charlotte."
"The first rule is that you have to help with the housework. Besides keeping
your own rooms neat, you'll have to do some vacuuming, dusting, keeping the
bathroom clean and helping out in the kitchen."
"We do all that at home," I said.
"I'm sure you do," Charlotte said with a slightly deprecating tone.
"Anyway, Ethel will be here most days to supervise your cleaning. You'll
report to her, when I'm not here."
"Sounds like the army!," I joked, but Charlotte ignored me. Lei gave me a
sour look like I should be more serious. "Doesn't Ethel have to work?'' I
said.
"No, she doesn't. She lives in the building and will be able to drop in and
check up on you both.''
Trust did not appear to be one of Charlotte's strong suits.
"Of course you are not to have any friends over without my permission, and I
want to reiterate that you must never go exploring in my bedroom! You can
only go in there when I specifically tell you that you can. Do you
understand?"
"Why would I want to go in it?" I asked with some resentment. Charlotte
seemed to be accusing me of things I had no intention of doing.
"Boys are very curious."
"God, Charlotte. I wouldn't ever go in there anyway, but you don't have to
act like I'm a criminal!" I was getting a bit hot under the collar, and a
voice inside me was telling myself to calm down.
"Good, then I'm glad we understand each other. I'm sure we'll all have a
splendid time together."
While we were talking, Lei had picked up the very same issue of Cosmo that
my mom had borrowed and returned. Suddenly she started laughing, "Greg,
heres an article all about you!''
"What are you talking about?'' I said angrily.
"Some kid in Texas keeps wearing girls clothes and his mom's worried about
it!''
"What has that got to do with me!"
"You're wearing panties and Mudd jeans, thats what!"
"I'm not wearing panties and its not the same thing! It wasn't my idea!" I
was so angry I wanted to strangle Lei, but with Charlotte sitting there all
I could do was clench my fists.
Finally Charlotte intervened, "Lei, you're not being fair to Greg. It was
my idea and he has been very tolerant to go along with it."
"Well this article says some boys like to dress in their mom's clothes."
"Greg has not been dressing in his mom's clothes," Charlotte said, "you're
referring to something completely different. And even if he were..."
"I am not," I said.
"I know your not," Charlotte continued, "and even if he were, that's not so
terrible: lots of girls borrow their mom's dresses or even bras and
panties."
"Yeah, girls borrow them!"
"But some boys feel inside partly like girls. To them wearing girls clothes
is natural, just a natural expression of themselves."
"I think its yucky and weird."
"Lei, I'm disappointed in you. It's not like you to be so inflexible! Why
are you carrying on so?"
It felt good to hear Charlotte chastising Lei, and I added, "yeah, what's
her problem?"
I saw Lei's face suddenly drain of emotion and she appeared to be thinking.
Then she quickly blurted out, "mom thinks that Greg wears her bras!"
"That's not true!" I furiously lied. "She doesn't think that!"
"Greg! Calm down," Charlotte said. "Lei, there will be no more talk like
that as long as you are staying in my apartment. If your mom believed that
to be true, still, it is impolite of you to pass the information along."
That wasn't exactly the kind of rebuke I was hoping for from Charlotte. At
the same time, Lei seemed to regard it as a victory since Charlotte hadn't
rejected the assertion. Anyway, I told myself, it would only be a week with
Lei. Even that would be too long, but I would manage it somehow.
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Later that night as I watched the shadow of a bus in the street lamps arc
across the ceiling of my bedroom, I visualized what I had seen in the lower
dresser drawer and the closet. Charlotte's niece was certainly not shy about
her love of pretty things. If I were a girl, I think I'd be a lot like her.
I wished I could meet her.
End of Chapter 4
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