CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

        Kelly grabbed the pad of notepaper with the tiny pink hearts and a purple 
inked pen from her desk in her tiny messy room, and sat down on the pastel 
plaid bedspread on her bed. She placed her large stuffed animal, which Bingo 
got her, under her arm close to her. On the record player at the foot of her 
bed, the disk was spinning as Bob Dylan's raspy voice told her that times 
were a-changin' for all people, and one should not stop the change.
        Kelly looked at the notepaper. She wanted to write to her best friend back 
in Indiana, Lisa Parson, for a long time now. Before, she had no real news to 
tell her. Now, she had too much. She wondered about what Lisa would think 
about the lastest events in her life. She remembered the way everything was 
back in high school, only a few months ago. The entire group of them - 
Kelly, Sam, Lisa, Herkie, Josie, Sibby, Jordan and the rest of their friends 
- hanging around in school during the day and at special events, such as 
sports games and dances, and hanging out at the ol' town square, the Tasty 
Freeze and the lake.
        Kelly remembered the first time she and Sam broke up. It was about a year 
ago, around Thanksgiving time, but that time they only broke up because their 
relationship was going stale. This time is was much more than that. Sam and 
her both had their own lives - his life up north in college and her life down 
in Florida working. They no longer were in the same place, Elk Ridge, and 
were no longer doing the same things. It was the distance this time, which 
really did their relationship in. In college, Sam had already grown more 
mature and pensive. Away from home, she had grown ten times more outgoing. 
They no longer were who the other wanted. she could tell Sam wanted things 
back the way things once were, (otherwise, he would not have gotten so angry 
that he fought Bingo,) but she knew they could never be that way again. The 
best thing was for them to go off on their separate ways when it came to 
love, and she hoped Sam would see it that way too. Maybe, with the help of 
Cupid, he would realize it.
        Kelly remembered during high school, which they were not seeing each other. 
Sam had gone out with Lisa for a while, and she went out with Jordan. Lisa 
was a sweet smart girl, much like Kelly; that was the reason why the girls 
were best friends and Sam had a major crush on her. Jordan was the class 
clown, whose antics reminded her of a cross between Robin Williams, Dana 
Carvey from "Wayne's World," and James Carrey (Jim Carrey) from "In Living 
Color."
        Now, Sam and Kelly were already coupled off with two other people. It was 
sam's new girlfriend, which caused the breakup. Somehow, Kelly really knew 
they would have broken up when she visited him -- too much had happened already 
in their lives from the tie he left for college to the time she left to visit 
him. Now, she even had a new boyfriend -- one that she was skeptical of but 
loved. She knew everything was for the best, and hoped that Sam would see it 
that way too, and stop being jealous for things that had once existed but had 
now become extinct.
        The phone let out two shrills, and she picked it up as soo as she quickly 
removed the needle from the record, muting the sixties singers voice. 
"Hello."
        "Hi, Kelly," she heard her other best friend say.
        "What's up, Lizzy?"
        "Nothing much," Lizzy said. "Just getting ready from my date with your 
brother tonight."
        *You mean my ex-fiancee,* she thought, happily contriving a plan of love. 
She did not understand why Sam was trapped in the body of her old brother 
like what happened in those switching places movies she watched on VCR tape, 
when she was a kid in the eighties and early-ninties. Besides switching 
places, he managed to go back in time at the same time -- something she swore 
she never saw on television or in any of the children's science-fiction books 
she read back then. Time travel, she believed because she lived it. Switching 
places was something, she considered, to be left up to Hollywood and Fred 
Savage, Dudley Moore, George Burns and Tom Hanks (although in his movie, he 
just got older); it is not something to happen in real life. But some people 
write off time travel as only happening in Hollywood, and she witnessed time 
travel herself -- Now, she witnessed both.
        "You're actually going out with him?" Kelly asked her friend curiously.
        "Why not?"
        "I don't know, but promise me you'll only go out with him once. Then, tell 
me before you make another date with him."
        "Kelly, you know I'll tell you everything," Lizzy said confused. "Why should 
I only go out with him once. If I like him -"
        "'If you like him.'" Kelly tried hard to think of a way of saying what she 
knew and was thinking, but wanted her friend to believe her at the same time. 
"You see, all guys are different, and -" She hesitated thinking of a 
different way of approaching the problem. "I think you should -" *Great I 
hated how Sam tried to tel me who to date. Now, I'm doing it to my best 
friend.* "I know you'll probably have a great time tonight, because -" *Sam is 
a really nice guy,* she completed what she was saying, in her head. The thing 
was Sam was a really nice guy (despite the way they broke up), and Lizzy was 
a really nice girl; Kelly knew they would be perfect for each other. But Lizzy 
and David! She just could not picture them together at all!
        "Kelly, what are you trying to say?" Lizzy said, pondering her friend's 
statements. "If you're trying to tell me about your brother, I heard plenty of 
today from some of the other girls at work. It's not like we're going to to 
park at the spot at the drive-in with the busted speaker."
        *Knowing Sam, he probably the only teenage male to go to the drive-in to 
actually watch the movie,* she joked. *Knowing my brother, anyplace is the 
drive-in. The main reason why Lizzy shouldn't date him, but go out with Sam. My 
brother is probably one of the biggest playboys around here, I think,* she 
thought. *Well, so's Albert!* She grimaced at the thought that she could 
actually fall for his type, especially after dating Mr. Shy for so long. 
Inside of her felt all warm due Alberts kindness and love for her.
        "You're going out with 'Bingo' tonight?" Lizzy asked. "Aren't you?"
        "Yeah. He even asked t=me to go steady. Isn't that great!"
        "I can't believe you're actually a couple. What ever do you see in him?" she 
asked puzzled.
        "What did you see in my brother?" Kelly asked, being not to sure who actually 
asked Lizzy out, although she gave it a 100% chance it was Sam.
        "He saved me from being hit by a car, and he was sooo sweet," she said 
dreamingly. "He just seemed like a heroic knight out of a romance novel."
        "Lizzy, I think you read way too much," her friend laughed. *But, if my hunch 
is right, I know exactly what you mean,* she sighed, thinking about how he came 
to her rescue the night she nearly drowned.
        "You won't believe all I heard about Albert from Janet."
        "You actually listen to wat she says?"
        "I heard stuff from a lot of other people as well. Who knows how many other 
girls Albert is *'going steady'* with?" Lizzy said. "Kel, all I can tell you is 
that he's *really* bad news."
        "My bro's not exactly Mr. Perfect, either," *Oh, she'll have no problem 
finding that out, once Sam leaves, if she still wants to date him.*
        "Just watch out. You seemed to be going too fast already, and I don't want you 
to get burn marks as well as heart brake marks."
        *At least, my speed isn't hyper-fast reverse,* she joked to herself. *I could 
just picture her and Sam out tonight, planning and plotting on how to get me 
together with another member of their turtle club. "I know how to handle 
myself, Lizzy," Kelly explained. "Just because I spent my teen years in the 
country, doesn't mean I totally grew up in a corn field."
        "Ok," she gave in. "Forget I said anything."
        The two girls talked about many different issues in their lives, issues not 
concerning either Sam or Bingo. They talked about Lizzy's school, Kelly's trip 
up north, work, how Lizzy wished her brother did not die in Korea so he could 
be around like Kelly's brother, and movies and a whole assortment of different 
topics the two teenage girls were interested in. Then, out of nowhere,                  
Kelly said, "You know he's really sweet."
        "Who?" Lizzy asked confused. She had a strong idea her friend was not talking 
about the lastets Fats Domino record, but had only a weak idea of who she meant.
        "Albert," Kelly informed. "He took me to the amusement park today. He was so 
sweet bringing me around, and when he kisses me I know it's not phoney as it 
may be with his past girlfriends. It's really real! Know what I mean?"
        "I think so," Lizzy wondered how her friend could tell the difference between 
his love and his lust, but she guessed there was a way. The books said the 
heroine could always know! And Kelly said so! "He's kind of cute, too."
        "Lizzy!" she said, shocked at her friend.
        "Well, he is."
        "He's now fully mine, so hands off."
        "I know. I don't think I'll ever go out with him. I'm surprised I'm even gong 
out with your brother tonight," she confessed. "Kelly, you always seem to go out 
with the cute ones. Even your last boyfriend was cute."
        "He's cuter in person," she said, hoping to find a way to matchmake them for 
good. 
        "So, what happened between you and Sam, anyway?"
        "That's past history." *It's better if she doesn't really know the details, if 
what I want happens - even if she is my best friend.* Somehow, to Kelly, it 
really did feel like it happened a long time ago, instead of just the day 
before. "I have a new boyfriend."
        "How you can go from Sam to Albert is a real mystery?"
        "I know. They're both so different, but Albert is totally the most." She 
smiled as she tried to stretch the phone cord across the room towards her 
dresser, so she could retouch her makeup and get a full view of herself in her 
full-length mirror on her door.
        After a moment of silence between the two girls, Lizzy made a serious 
confession; well, serious for the two teenagers. "I don't think I should go out 
with him tonight."      "What?" Kelly said shocked. *There go all my plans from 
Lizzy's and Sam's relationship down the drain!*
        Lizzy did not want to tell, and hesitated by smelling a bunch on calla 
lilies, her favorite flower, which were in a blue glass vase on the 
counter. "Well, to tell the truth, Kelly," she uttered as slow as maple syrup 
flowing out of a bottle. "I . . . well, I . . . never, uh, went on a date 
before."        
        "Really?! Wow!" Kelly could not believe what her friend just told her. 
She smiled at the perfection of her plan. She knew what she saw in his dorm 
room, but guessed their was much more tot that story than what she saw and 
realized that maybe the excuses he made outside of the dorm building were for 
real and the truth. She knew way too much about Sam to know how sweet and shy 
he is and how he gets awkwards around girls sometimes, just like she noticed 
him getting when he was asking Lizzy out earlier that day. (She knew he was 
pressured into asking her out, but sometimes Cupid needs a little help. And he 
did ask her out, which she guessed was a good sign that he jealousy was not at 
its worst, despite his outburst in the living room.) He was more the type of 
guy to run quickly away when Josie asked him out for Lisa Parson last fall, 
than do what she though she could him doing this fall. She knew there was much 
more than there seemed before. Right now, though, she had to make her friend 
take one step at a time - then, explain everything later. "Maybe, you should go 
out with him tonight. I mean he asked you out, and you said 'yes.' There's a 
first time for everything."     
        "I guess I'll go out with him," she agreed. "He's 
probably on his way here already."      
        *Touchdown on the field of matchmaking!* "Lizzy, you really did not go out 
with a guy yet?" she asked. Somehow, what her friend just confessed seemed a 
bit preposterous, even for a shy girl like Lizzy.       
        "Remember, I never went to a mixed school like you did,' she told her. "It's 
heard to find a man when there are none around, and there's never any around at 
an all-girls school."   
        *My Aunt Patty and her friends always seemed to have boyfriends, when they 
went to an all girls school back in the eighties,* she thought, *but I guess 
it's different when you run with totally different crowds.*     
        Lizzy heard her doorbell ring at the front of the house from the kitchen. 
"Kelly, gotta go. I think your brother's here." 
        "Ok, Talk to you later."
        "Bye, Kelly Calavicci," Lizzy joked.
        *Bye, Lizzy Beckett,* Kelly giggled at the thought of her and Bingo and also 
Lizzy and Sam getting married someday, as the two girls placed their recievers 
down.

        
        Sam drove to Lizzy's house in David's red and white '55 Bell Air. Sam pulled 
up in front of her house, an all stuco large house about fifteen minutes 
outside of Pensacola. He got out adjusting his civilian clothes, a pair of tan 
slacks and a short sleeved green and yellow striped shirt, as he walked to the 
door. Sam reached down and pressed the button for the doorbell as worried and 
scared as a young boy going on his first date, however, he had a funny feeling 
he once courted the same woman once before. Right now, he had to continue to 
play matchmaker to another couple Al had earlier stated were meant to get 
together. 
        Through an open window, he saw Lizzy scamper from a room at the back of the 
house and towards the front door.
        "Lizzy, who's the guy?" Janine, one of Lizzy's two younger sisters, asked as 
she turned away from the television which her and her younger sister were 
watching.
        "Someone," she answered snottily, telling her to mind her own business.
        "Where are you going?" Janine asked.
        "Out," Lizzy said as she opened the heavy front door. She turned back towards 
the living room. "If mom or Pete come home, tell them I went to the library. 
Ok?"
        Janine made a motion with her hand telling her that it was fine to go, while 
her other sister sat watching "The Danny Thomas Show" like a complete zombie. 
Lizzy knew she ws oblivious to what was happening, and as soon as she left she 
would need her for something and go look around the house for her until Janine 
told her she left.
        Lizzy left the house, quickly closing the door behind her, wanting to just get 
away from her sister as fast as possible. "I doubt you're the family meeting 
type, so let's go," she said as she started to walk to the car followed by Sam. 
She was still doubting going out with him, but if she had a feeling Kelly would 
feel really disappointed and never let her live it down, if she did not go.
        "Lizzy, I should," he said, pointing to the house, remembering that when he 
was around her age it was proper fo a boy to meet a girl's parents before going 
out, but also knew that if Al was there, he would say that when he was young 
and went out things were completely different.
        "My parent's aren't home. My dad's still at work, and my mom's at a lady's 
society meeting," she rattled off, knowing what he was asking. "My younger 
sisters are home, so don't get any ideas."
        "Who said I had any?" He got into the car.
        Lizzy opened the door on the other side, and sat down on the seat next to Sam. 
"You don't mind if we only go out for supper. Do you? I have a big bio paper to 
write. I meant to spend time today doing it, but I didn't have time, and it's 
due on Monday."
        "No problem," Sam stated. By the tone of her voice, though, he was not all 
that sure that was the only reason why she wanted to end the date early. 
"You're still in school? What? College?"
        "I'm starved." She looked out the window. "I want to go to Americana instead 
of the burger place," she said, naming a local restaurant thereby avoiding Sam's 
question. "Turn right, and you'll see it."
        Sam followed her directions and saw the restaurant within a few minutes. He 
parked the car in a lot across the street, and hey walked into the large 
place. Within a few more minutes, they were seated at a small oak booth near a 
yellow wall where several pictures and painting of children, young people and 
grown ups, who looked like they were from America a century ago, were hung. On 
another wall was a large mural of what the town looked like at the turn of 
the century. In the mural painting, one a street which was supposed to be 
the street outside of the restaurant, a young boy was playing with marbles, a 
young sailor was running towards his girlfriend's arms, a family was walking 
by and a elderly couple were sitting on a bench. The people who crowded the 
restaurant were of various ages just like the people in the pictures, only many 
years later.    
        "So, you go to college," Sam said, trying to start up a conversation.
        Lizzy looked around the place, especially up at the large mural, centering her 
eyes on the two young lovers. "Uh, huh," she said with a sense of questioning 
in her voice.
        "Oh?" Sam asked interested. He noticed a waitress coming near his table, and 
decided to get something to eat and drink, since he had barely eaten all day. 
He motioned for the waitress to come over, and Sam and Lizzy told her what 
they wanted for supper as soon as she came over.
        "No way do I want to be a waitress forever," she said, watching the 
middle-aged woman leave.
        "Then, what do you want to do?" Sam asked, hoping to get to know more about 
the girl he was out with.
        "Work," she answered simply.
        "Well, what's your major?"
        "Enough about me," she said sweetly avoiding Sam's question. "What do you 
like?"
        "Girls who don't change the topic," accidentally slipped out of his mouth. He 
could sense he could have a great conversation with her, if she stopped 
clamming up by only giving simple answers due to her shyness and awkwardness. 
He guessed it was because she was anxious about her paper or maybe anxious 
about everything in college academics.
        "Sorry," she apologized meekly. "Probably a nurse. I like helping people."
        "That's nice," he smiled at her picturing her in a plain white nurse's uniform 
or a white female naval uniform, if she decided to become a nurse for the Navy. 
"You seem like a smart person. Maybe, you should be a doctor, instead." Sam 
knew somehow that she did become a nurse, but he also knew that she, like many 
other women in the fifties, could achieve much more than what she intended to 
do.
        Lizzy looked at him curiously, trying to decide if he was completely sincere 
or if he had just found a new ploy in how to get the smartest student in her 
class inside his pants quicker. His expression told her it was the sooner, but 
his reputation told her it was the later. "Really?"
        "Yes. I mean I don't know you that well yet, but I can tell you're smart." She 
could now tell he was sincere by the look in his eyes and the way he spoke to 
her. "Many women went on to become great lawyers, doctors, business people and 
even politicians."
        Lizzy looked at him more curiously. This time to decode his statement, since 
most of the old women she knew were housewives, and did not have jobs outside 
of their homes. She was so deep in though about thinking about the man across 
from her that she did not notice her best friend from school approaching her.
        "Lizzy, I'm surprised to see you here," Carol greeted.
        She broke out of her thoughts. "Come here once in a while, Carol," she told 
her friend before turning towards her date. "The japano pepper burgers are nice 
and spicy. I love spicy food, especially Mexican or just spicy American."
        "That's why you ordered it tonight. I like my burgers just plain with lettuce 
and tomato," he said trying to get into the conversation between the two girls. 
So far, Lizzy's friend was getting more conversation with her than he was.
        Carol saw her family waving at her to come back to their book about ten booths 
away. She remembered something, and turned towards her friend again. "You're 
going to the game our school is playing against Jefferson High tomorrow?"
        "Yes," she said as her body language coaxed her friend to leave her and her 
date alone immediately.
        "Ok," Carol said, finally walking away.
        "You're still in high school?" Sam asked quizzically. Maybe, it did not make a 
difference to David, but it made a big difference to him. He looked up directly 
into her eyes.
        *Why did Carol ever have to show up?!* she thought annoyed. *If she didn't, he 
would still think I'm older. Why can't I be older as well? Maybe, if I was 
older, I would stand a better chance of being his girlfriend.*
        "Oh, boy! This is great!" Sam exclaimed, shaking his head.
        Lizzy tried to find a way around the truth he had just found out. He already 
thought she was older than she was, probably because her height always made her 
look older. Now, he found out the truth, but that does not mean he had to find 
out other entire truth. Sooner or later, he had too, but later is always better 
than sooner. "Yeah, I'm a ju-, uh senior," she said quickly trying to hide her 
slip of almost saying junior. *He thinks I'm older than seventeen. Plus, I 
would be a senior, if my step-dad did not move around so much with the navy, 
making my fall a year behind in school. Why not go along with him?* she tried 
to justify herself. *I'm not with some silly high school boy, but with someone 
a little bit older, and a whole lot cooler.* She smiled batting her eyes at 
Sam, hoping he would not get upset at her.
        Sam shrugged knowing, even though she was younger than he expected, David 
still fell in love with her and married her. He did not want to mess anything 
up before it had a chance to even begin.

        It had become dark, and the sky was the color of grayish black which sometimes 
comes with nightfall on a cloudy night. Sam and Lizzy pulled up to the curb in 
front of her house. It was now 2300 hours, and they had spent the entire 
evening together talking about different things in her life and what Sam 
knew about David's life. Basically, Lizzy seemed to do all of the talking, once 
she really opened up. The date really surprised both of them, since the 
terrible time they expected was truly an enjoyable one instead.
        Lizzy looked at Sam with flirtatious eyes. "Thanks!" she said. "And thanks 
for this afternoon!"
        "You're welcome," Sam said, looking at her.
        *The heroine looked into the knight's dreamy eyes and lips, and longed to have 
his lips pressed into her. Her body ached to have him close to her in an 
everlasting embrace,* she blushed looked at Sam. After a few moment's 
hesitation, she leaned over and gently kissed him on his lips, a shy trill 
whelmed up inside of her. Frightened, she moved away from him letting out a 
quiet innocent giggle as she smiled like a small child who just got into 
trouble.
        Sam did not know what to do. The majority of him was telling to shy away, 
basically because of the large age difference, but knew that if it was not for 
that and he was as old as she was, he would like her just as much as she liked 
him. That other part of him was saying "enjoy it." He enjoyed talking with her, 
and knew there was only a small gap between her and the real David. He also 
knew David would put more moves on her than Sam could ever imagine at that 
moment.
        Sam did not have to make up his mind, because fate stepped in in the form of 
Lizzy's step-father. "Lizzy!" her step-dad, Pete, said as he roamed the front 
walkway with a large flashlight heading straight for the car.
        "Don't get out!" she advised her date as Sam looked out the window. "He'll see 
you." She got out of the car, and headed straight for her dad. She had a 
miserable saddened expression on her face, which looked like she was morning 
the death of someone rather just morning the death of her free-time.
She examined her step-father dressed in his plaid night robe, holding the red 
flashlight the family used when walking to dog. 
        He looked back at her sternly. "It's eleven o'clock!" he stated. "You're 
mother and I were worried sick about you. Where have you been, Elizabeth?"
        Sam drove off knowing the best thing would be to leave the scene of the crime, 
rather than follow his gut feeling of sticking up for her, which would probably 
get her into much more trouble. He also drove off finally knowing that the 
young woman he spent much time with at night was the same woman, who - in an 
alternate lifetime - was much loved and wed to a young man he spent much time 
with during the day; although, they were now just young and their original 
Destinites never cross into unforgotten love and severe heartbreak kept forever 
in Bingo's heart "like an old sweet song," Sam knew.

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"It's a Puzzlement!" - Can you guess who Lizzy is? There are clues 
scattered throughout the entire story. (The answer is at the end of my story.)

Monica