"We're not talking about making you a slacker. We're just gonna go for balance. When you ease up off of total workaholism, it's gotta feel like you're doing nothing. But in reality, you're just getting to be healthier." I leaned over and kissed him. This time, instead of the chaste morning kiss, he kissed me back for real, a hot kiss, hotter than we should be kissing in the morning, lots of tongue, hands engaged, running down my lower back and holding me to him. He looked over at a sleeping Rob. I giggled and sighed. "I hate to wake him, but I think we have to if we're going to get there on time."
I nodded. Torn, as usual, between parental responsibilities and a little somethin' somethin'. But plenty of Jake for me later.
"I just know it's gonna be about money today," he muttered. "That's all she ever thinks about, and it's gonna piss me off."
"Brother and sister. That's why you're here."
"Yeah."
We ate breakfast at the hotel, and as we drove in a rental car to his mom's house, he was uncharacteristically quiet. I never had trouble talking with him and he could be a real chatterbox. But right now? Silence.
The pale morning sky here in the arid Southwest looked bigger and wider than in Santa Barbara. There it was edged by the hills on one side and the ocean on the other instead of a whole grand dome over our heads, extending in every direction. We pulled up to the gated community of new, huge houses on big lots, separated from each other by a ton of land. Adapted to the Southwest, the adobe-style McMansions had xeriscaping-rocks instead of lawns and drought-tolerant plants like cacti, yucca, and mesquite. But the houses were ostentatious. This was serious money. Rob looked around, wide-eyed.
The guard at the gate let us in, and I immediately noticed that there were no sidewalks. The roads curved here and there, without a sense of being connected to the landscape.
Arriving at a house toward the back of the development, Jake parked the car and we got out. A tall, thin woman, with striking long black hair, came out to greet us.
"Jacob!" she exclaimed. "You're here." She wrapped him in a hug and he hugged her back, awkwardly.
"Hi, Mom. It's been a while."
"Oh, my, you're so handsome," she said, and pinched his cheek like my mom. I stifled a giggle. Guess all moms could act like that, even if your kid was six foot something and a chiseled hottie.
"This is my girlfriend, Lucy Figueroa, and her son Roberto. Lucy and Rob, this is my mom, Linda."
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend," she said. She shook my hand warmly.
I heard Jake say under his breath, "That's because we don't talk." I raised an eyebrow at him, and he took my hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Lucy, and welcome, Rob. Come, come inside." Her body was nervous and twitchy, but her face didn't move. Botoxed. She looked very young to be his mother. Everything about her was stylish and coiffed.
While I expected the house to be nice, I hadn't expected this level of grandeur. Jake was so down-to-earth. He didn't go for fancy, although his house was nice. But this level of showing off was not his style.
Jake tightened his grip on my hand and I could hear his shallow breaths, nervous to meet his family. I could feel the anxiety going through him. We walked into the adobe palace-really, there was no other way of describing it-and his mom showed us into an enormous great room with a huge television and lots of places to sit.
Sitting on one couch was, apparently, his brother. Perched on the ottoman, his sister.
Jake smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hi," he said, waving. "I'm Jake."
"Veronika," said his sister, standing up. Tall, very thin, with the graceful carriage of a ballet dancer and the energy of a teenager. She went over and gave him a quick hug, then stepped back and shook her head, looking pleased. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting my brother, after all these years. It's so cooool!"
I instantly liked her.
"I'm Shawn," said his brother, who looked like he played football, all brawny and short-haired. They shook hands firmly.
After introductions all around, Linda bustled about getting everyone coffee, even though everyone said that they didn't want it. Jake fidgeted on the couch, and I perched close to him.
Rob sat quietly in a corner. I'm sure he was hoping for a book or his Minecraft, but not today. Some days were like that, kiddo. I was proud of him for being polite, however.
There was no way around it. It was awkward. Jake, who could talk about anything, was mainly reduced to one word answers about our flight, the hotel, the trip over, how we found the house. Rob didn't say anything. I tried to talk, but found I had nothing to say.
Ugh.
I resisted the urge to check my phone and see what time it was. Now I was the one with the cell phone problem, not Jake.
Finally, we all left to go to a country club to join Jake's stepdad for lunch. A slight man, good-looking, wearing a nice tailored suit, he seemed quiet and introspective. Not a flashy plastic surgeon. And food became an icebreaker that was sorely needed. Over sandwiches, Jake started talking with his siblings. Shawn played community college football and talked with us about his studies. Veronika studied ballet. They exchanged phone numbers. Jake was amiable, but I could see the tightness in his smile and the wariness in his eyes, especially when talking to his mom.
When we returned to their house, after we were all seated in the living room, he looked at his mother and said directly, "Mom, you asked me to come for a reason. What is it?"
She came over and sat across from him, crossing her legs at the ankles, elegantly, with the excited air of someone heady with good news. "I wanted to tell you in person, Jacob." She took a breath and looked dutifully sorrowful. "As you know, your grandparents, my parents, have both died."
"I didn't know that," he interrupted. "I never met them. They never wanted anything to do with me."
She kept her poise, pausing for a moment, then continued. "Your grandparents started a trust for their grandchildren when you were born. They never told me about it, and they never changed it. It was for you and Ethan."
Jake stared at her.
"The lawyers contacted me right before I got in touch with you. There is a question about it, whether it is only for you, or whether it is for all of the grandchildren, meaning whether Shawn and Veronika are included as well."
"So you're asking me to-" Jake started.
"I'm not asking you to do anything right now," she interrupted. "But we need to deal with this. It's a lot of money."
He stood up. "I don't want it. God, Mom. I'd hoped it was something else. I really did. I wanted to meet my brother and sister. But this? God. I'm blaming myself." He shook his head. "Guess I'm crazy because while I knew it, I just knew it would be like this, I had this hope you'd be different, Mom. A kid always wants his parents to want him. But you never did, you just wanted money. I'm glad to have met them." Then he turned to me. "Lucy, Rob, let's go. We're done."
"Wait!"
Jake's mom stood in front of him, her hand pressed to his chest. He looked at her with a mixed expression on his face-a combination of pity, disgust, and pain.
"It's always been the same with you," he said in a low voice. "And you and Dad taught me well. From watching you, having to survive the way we did when I was a kid, I learned that money matters more than anything. More than happiness. More than family. More than love. Work, work, work, even doing something that you hate, because you need it to survive."
His mother opened her mouth to speak, but he put his hand up.
"You were wrong, though. I've learned a few things that matter more." God bless him, he looked over at me. "And I'm not gonna take anything from people who were embarrassed that I exist. So no. Give me the disclaimer. I'll sign. It's theirs." And he pointed to Shawn and Veronika, who looked chagrined. His mom started shaking her head.
"Son, don't be rash. That's not what I'm talking about. All I'm asking is that you consider splitting it with them. It's all yours right now. We're talking about enough money that you'd never have to work again. You could live comfortably for the rest of your life. I thought you'd be happy."
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, feigning patience.
This was happening too quickly. While I understood his pain, I wanted him to not make a rash decision. He was reacting, he wasn't thinking about it. And for someone who had been in fear of being poor for his whole life, to turn it down flat was a big decision. I wanted him to think about it, that's all, and not just react because of his shitty history with his mother and her side of the family.
Veronika stood up. "Can I show Roberto where the Wii is?"
My son nodded enthusiastically.
"That's a good idea," I said. He didn't need to be around this adult conversation.
"I'll go play with him," she said. "I rule at Mario Kart." Rob followed her happily down a corridor.
Shawn looked at his mother, with a weird look on his face. "Mom, don't you think you want to talk about this with Jake, by himself? Not in front of everyone?"
"But it's something that affects all of you," she started.