A SUSTAINABLE CHEMISTRY
“I
helped murder a chicken,” Katie shuddered into her phone.
“What? Hold on the kids are crazy…”
As
usual, Katie waited even though her sister had called her. She stepped out from
her guest room to the landing, glancing down over the guests milling about the
front room as they waited for the dinner bell. She’d arrived that morning at
the farm with its red barn, main house, and slew of goats, pigs, and chickens milling
around, and already she wasn’t so sure about this.
“I’m
back. Girl, I told you that farm workshop agritourism whatever week was a bad
idea! I gave you money for your birthday so you could take a trip, meet some guys, put yourself out there…”
Katie spaced out. She had heard the “why are you single” talk
before from her married sister Chandra, and variations of it from her Mom,
dental hygienists, and random people.
“Are there any guys?”
Katie sighed. “I’m here because I want to learn about
sustainability and…”
“Yeah, yeah, and bee keeping, I know. And meet guys. What kind of people are there?”
“Well… a Birkenstock lady; a dreadlocks couple who believe
in soap; some annoyingly gorgeous blond girl, and Jan who runs it, and her
son…”
“Wait, wait. What about the son?
“I haven’t met him yet.”
Katie wasn’t about to say his pictures online led her to
pick this farm in particular. She
just hoped he was worth the two showers to get the chicken smell off her.
“Well, any other potentials?”
She scanned the crowd lingering over a nerdy guy on the
couch who tapped his knee in nervous patterns.
“Well… not really.”
“Just
remember, not all guys are like Carl…”
Katie sighed. “I gotta go, it’s dinner.”
The
chicken breast stared back at Katie from her plate. Why was her first chore
“processing” chickens for dinner? Everyone else at the long table ate and chatted
about their easy afternoon jobs. No sign of Jan’s son, whom she secretly named
Hunky Farmer. Feeling nauseous, Katie reached for the wine. The nerdy guy next
to her noticed and passed it along.
She
glanced up. “Thanks.”
“Sure,
y’know its France’s favorite economy wine.” He tapped his fingers on the table.
Katie
poured some. “So, you like Weezer?”
He
looked confused. “Yeah… How’d you know?”
She
nodded toward his shirt.
“Oh,
yeah. Right… I’m William. You like them?”
“I’m
Katie. Yeah, y’know, I liked ‘Africa’ but …”
Then
boom, there he was - Hunky Farmer - every bit as dreamy in real life as on the
web. Katie’s insides flipped.
“Sorry I’m late,” said the fresh-faced guy in flannel and
jeans. He strode past, then pulled out a chair down the table; his hair still
wet from his shower. A trail of scent followed him that Katie could only
describe as spicy attraction.
He smiled at the blond with silky hair which deflated
Katie’s excitement. The West Virginia humidity had turned her curly hair into
an impression of a brown sheep dog. And why had she not brought gel!
Hunky
Farmer served his food with gusto not waiting to dig in.
Jan stood at the head of the table. “Everyone, I’d like
to officially welcome you to Heritage Farm. Hopefully you will come away
enriched and a convert to organic farming.”
There was a murmur of approval, except from William.
“And a special treat! Our sow, Carnita, is in early
labor. She may deliver tomorrow.”
Another murmur of delight.
“And this is my son, Matthew, just back from the fields,”
Jan added as she sat.
Matthew wiped his mouth and gave a little nod, meeting
eyes with Katie for a moment. Katie wanted to stare at him until the cows came
home, and yet, she also had an immense desire to hide under the table if her
hair would fit. She tried to eat some arugula greens in a honey vinaigrette as William
droned on about his research and the Blue album.
After the dinner plates were cleared, Matthew came over,
leaning between her and William, passing out crème brulee to everyone. He set
hers down last and lingered.
“Thanks,” Katie said, barely finding her breath or the
guts to look at him.
“Sure thing,” he said smiling.
Katie
pictured herself pushing back his brown hair, being enfolded into his flannel
chest.
“I hope you like it. It’s made from raw cream.”
William
cleared his throat.
Matthew’s spine stiffened. “Yeah?”
“Hey, uh, could I get one?”
He
was the only one without dessert.
Matthew grabbed another brulee and plunked it on the
table.
Heady with cheap wine and the nearness of Matthew, Katie wandered
to her room. It was the Rose room – the walls adorned with pink floral wall
paper, and the room furnished for a remake of The Remains of the Day. A Victorian wedding dress floated on its dress
form in the corner like a ghost out of Dickens. The irony of it all wasn’t lost
on her. In many places, being 30 and unmarried wasn’t a big deal, in say, New
York, or Paris. But in a Baptist church in Roanoke, it was a big deal.
She
changed into a large t-shirt that hit mid-thigh, then kicked off her shorts. With
the mattress, the top of the antique bed stood nearly four feet tall. She tried
to climb on but was like a drunk toddler unable to make it. She got a boost
from the bedside table and slid inside the cool sheets. Matthew filled her
mind. The farm was only four hours away, Carl had been farther. Eventually she
fell into a restless sleep full of pregnant pigs in wedding dresses.
At exactly 2:34 am, Katie woke to what sounded like a
donkey being murdered.
“Arrrk, Arrnnk, Arrnnk.”
“What in the world?!” She sat up and listened in the
darkness.
“Arrrk, Arrrnnk.” It was deafening and coming from the
landing?
Jumping out of bed, or falling really, she tore into the
hallway, but smacked hard into a muscular bare chest that went “Oof.” The
collision sent her ricocheting back into the door knob with her hip and collapsing
on the floor.
Then the half-naked man was crouching next to her,
apologizing profusely, and she thought two things: that guy is solid, and why
am I not wearing pants? As he helped her up, Katie pulled her t-shirt down as
far as it would go, which was barely far enough.
Adjusting to the dark, she squinted up at her attacker, and
savior, and was surprised to see William.
“I’m
so sorry! Geez, I couldn’t find my glasses and I mowed you down. Are you sure
you’re okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She tried
to push her hair out of her face, but the curls fell back. The noise below was
non-stop, and others wandered, half-clothed, bleary-eyed on the moon-lit
landing. “What is going on? It sounds awful!”
“Sounds like a donkey getting murdered” he yawned.
“Yes!”
“But
maybe you can tell me? I’m kinda blind here.”
“Well, we don’t
want you knocking any old ladies down the stairs, so, uh, here.” She gingerly
took his elbow and moved through the crowd of slippers and flannel.
The two made their
way to the railing as the lights came on. Katie tried not to stare at his broad
shoulders. Down below a donkey was halfway out the front doors led by Jan and a
farm hand.
“What’s wrong with that donkey?” William called.
“Nothing’s wrong
with him,” said a voice from behind.
Katie spun around. It was Matthew. She dropped William’s
elbow.
“But why was he in
the house?” She crossed her arms to hide her lack of bra.
“Yeah, well, he sometimes does that,” Matthew said, his
tone intimate. “We have his lady friend in another pasture and it’s driving him
crazy. You gotta feel for him.” He smiled.
William stepped forward. “Don’t you need to help?”
“I think I might be needed here. Everyone is so wound
up.” He looked at Katie. “Are you wound up? Anything I can help with.”
Katie’s knees gave out. “Uh, I…”
Suddenly William called out, “Mrs. Tavish, do you need
anything? Matthew’d like to help.”
The woman with a quilted house coat and long gray hair brightened.
“Yes, I do! My window won’t open, can you look?”
William smiled as Matthew trudged off, but Katie felt a
mixture of disappointment and relief.
Back in bed, Katie wondered if she believed in love at
first sight. After last year, no way. Still, Hunky Farmer Matthew. He radiated
manliness. She spent the rest of the night convincing herself his attention
meant nothing. But she didn’t do a very good job.
Katie
sprinkled sugar on her grapefruit. She had hoped to eat with Matthew but found
out farmers don’t eat breakfast at eight-thirty. Still, she didn’t mind William’s
company.
“And you’re here for school?” she asked.
William tapped out a rhythm on the table between bites of
eggs. “Post-doctoral work, research. I’ve been here 6 weeks. It’s been kinda rough.”
“Why rough?”
“Well, so it’s an organic farm, and I’m kind of for
GMO’s, or at least my research is leading me to be.”
Katie was intrigued. “So Monsanto, Round-up, all of
that?”
“Well, yeah. But not all chemicals are bad. That’s what I
do, work on the chemistry side.”
“Good morning,” Jan said cheerfully until she saw William.
“Don’t you have some research to do? I don’t like you bothering the guests.”
Ouch. Katie looked at William, his face stony.
“Actually Jan,
I’m all caught up.”
Jan frowned, but moved on.
“Jan really hates you.”
“Yeah, they kind
of hold a grudge, I guess.”
“Over what?”
“Well, I may have suggested the whole ‘organic is the
only sustainable way to farm and live’ thing is a load of crap.”
“You may have?”
He smiled, and started to sing, “I don’t care what they
say about us anyway, I don’t care bout that.”
Katie laughed, then looked around. “Hey, where is Matthew?”
William swallowed slowly. “Doing chores I think. I’m
supposed to help him in a bit.”
“Okay,
I think I’m going to explore. See you later.” She jumped up.
William
just nodded.
Katie leaned on the fence, out of breath. As it turned
out, “morning chores” was a rather vague description when trying to locate a
person on 154 acres. After a half hour, she was less enamored with the farm and
the mud. She stumbled down behind a large black willow tree, which sat next to
the pig pen. Katie looked up as a fleshy pig snout pushed through the welded
wire fence. The hog’s coarse black hair stood up slightly, and it studied her
with deep brown eyes framed by soft lashes.
“Hi pig,” Katie said.
“Grunt, grunt.”
Katie leaned back against the tree, but there was a
ruckus from the other side of the pig hut. She leaned and caught sight of
Matthew and William with a hammer, repairing a piece of fence. They were
arguing.
“I’m just questioning if organic farming is more
sustainable?” William said.
Matthew sneered, “Is it even a question?”
“Well, my data says organic practices aren’t always the
best. Especially because more acreage is needed to get the same output of food.”
“Really? So some Frankenstein
seed is a better alternative to nature?”
William furled his brow. “No, just maybe science and
progress shouldn’t be ignored.” He paused. “And why are you messing with Katie?”
Matthew dumped out a bucket of slop into the trough. “Who’s
Katie? Oh yeah, boobs. She’s into me. I think I can nail her before Thursday. I
already had a piece of that Blonde.”
Katie felt sick.
William’s
steady hammering grew louder. “Don’t mess with her.”
Matthew smiled. “Oh-ho, the scholar finally notices the
ladies. It’s only taken you six weeks. You’ve missed all the action.”
Katie’s
face flushed, she felt like a fool.
William’s
hammering grew louder. “You’re a prick.”
Matthew seethed. “Just cause you never get any. You’re so full of shit. And what’s wrong with ignoring
so called ‘progress.’ I think you, your data, your poisons, and your GMO crap
can shove it.”
William stood up. “Some
things are black and white, like the fact Katie is so far above you. But about
farm practices, we will have to agree to disagree.”
Matthew glared. “Not when you start spewing your
propaganda and fake facts around my farm!”
“You mean your Mom’s
farm.”
And that was when Matthew tackled him into the pig pen.
Katie couldn’t believe it. She watched a moment as they wrestled in the mud and
duked it out over agricultural practices. But suddenly she didn’t have the
heart for any of it. It was another failure. Another Carl, not seeing what he
was and wasting her time. She just wanted to go home.
An
hour later, Jan followed as Katie carried her suitcase down the gravel path to her
car.
“But, I don’t understand! We are doing bees today. And we
are butchering a hog tomorrow and rendering lard! You’ll miss the lard! I just
don’t understand what happened?”
She was about to speak when someone ran up wearing a lab
mask. It was William.
Jan shook her head. “It’s all those chemicals he deals
with. Toxins.” She threw up her arms and left.
He
caught his breath, gripping his side. “I heard you were leaving early… before
the big lard… fest… It’s the highlight of the week.” His voice was muffled.
“Yeah,
well, I kind of lost my taste for the whole thing.”
He
stared, and suddenly seemed less sure of whatever he was doing.
Katie
studied him. “Okay, so what’s with the
mask?”
He
blushed. “I just wanted you to know what I look like at work. You may find
yourself randomly at Virginia Tech, in the Hudson building, say on the third
floor, lab 5. Just if you ever find yourself there.”
Katie tried not to smile. “Umm, okay.” She opened the
trunk and started to lift her suitcase. William grabbed it and tossed it in.
She stared into the trunk and started to tear up, as he stared at her, their
arms almost touching.
William
pulled off his mask. “You heard us.”
She bit her lip.
“He’s a jerk.”
Katie nodded, then looked up into his eyes. They were
deep brown, concerned, and lovely.
Her stomach jumped. Had she put up blocks to nice guys,
to relationships that could work? And here was a guy, in a mask, asking her to
love him. Or at least give him a try. Her heart warmed.
“But
what if I can’t remember all those directions, which lab... if I do find myself
there, randomly?”
“That’s why I wrote it all inside. And my number, if you
need advice on anything chemical related, or y’know, anything. If you need
anything.” He held out the mask.
Katie took it, then kissed him.
THE END