Chapter One
The term "Best friends" is a fascinating concept when you take time to reflect on it for a while. Everybody has them. You notice I said "them". That's what's so fascinating to me. Everybody seems to claim having more than one 'best friend' and yet "best" normally implies something singular. The synonyms for best are also singular in nature: top, foremost, leading, preeminent, premier, prime, first, chief, principal, supreme.
My purpose in mentioning this isn't to get into a philosophical discussion. This concept is very important to me on a personal level. In my case I've decided that I only had one best friend in my life. His name was Desmond. He changed my life completely.
He did that by dying.
Desmond and I grew up together, next door neighbours and school buddies until we were separated by the military. He joined. I did not.
Before that, though, he got married to Hannah, who grew up in the house on the other side of him. Her family was into Protestantism and she got a lot of grief for that. Children can be cruel. I didn't know it then, but Hannah was a gawky girl with buck teeth and big, thick glasses. Her mother put her long hair in pig tails until she was in her teens. Fortunately her parents also got her braces and nature worked other magic on her over the years. By the time Desmond asked her to marry him she was a stone fox, glasses or not. Laser surgery got rid of those, by the way.
Anyway, he saw something in her before all this happened and was one of only two boys who didn't call her a Bodou, or stupid, or any of a host of other cruel names as she grew up. I was the other. I'm a little ashamed to say that the reason I didn't torment her was because Desmond was my best friend and he wouldn't tolerate that kind of crap coming from me. The crap lasted well into Secondary school, I guess, because she rarely went out on dates with guys. I would find out later that, for some reason, they all expected her to put out for them, probably because they thought they were doing "the Bodou" a favor by asking her out. Children can be stupid, too.
Long story short, after they graduated he popped the question. He hadn't dated her and she'd never been his "girlfriend" but I guess something about her got to him. I was there when it happened. She'd gotten a flat tire and was standing on the side of the road trying to figure out where the stuff was to jack up the car and get the old tire off and all that. We happened along and Desmond told me to pull over.
We got out and she smiled at us and over the next half hour we changed her tire for her while she stood there looking beautiful. When we got done Desmond turned to her and said, "What would you have done if we hadn't come along?"
"I don't know," she said in her soft voice. "Walked to get help from somebody, I guess."
"You know, if you married me, you could just call me for help, any time you needed it."
"Don't tease me, Desmond," she said.
"Who's teasing? Marry me, Hannah. You could do worse."
"That's not how this is done, Desmond," she snorted. It was the first time I'd heard her communicate scorn. She was soft-spoken and meek, and she rarely said anything at all.
"Who says? I like you and you like me. Why not go with it?"
"You're crazy," she said. "We haven't even gone out."
"I don't know. We've lived side by side for 17 years. I've seen you every day of my life. According to my mother we used to get our diapers changed right next to each other. We've seen each other naked, Hannah!" He grinned.
"You think you're so funny," she said, and I heard a dangerous note in her voice. I'd heard that same note in my latest girlfriend's voice, just before she broke up with me. Of course Desmond was safe. They weren't going together, so she couldn't break up with him, right?
"I'm not trying to be funny," he said, no longer grinning. "Marry me. I know I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it just seemed strange, you know? I mean we know each other better than any other couple I know of. We've always been buddies, sort of."
She looked at me for some reason.
"What about him?" Not, "What about Sam?" or, "What about your inseparable best friend?" or, "What about the guy who lurks in the background every time you talk to me?" Just, "What about him?"
"Sam?" He looked surprised. "He'll be my best man."
"Oh," she said. "I thought maybe you'd want me to marry both of you."
He laughed and reached out to grab her. He pulled her into a bear hug while she squeaked and lifted her off the ground, spinning her in a circle.
"Sam's my best friend but he's only invited to the wedding, not on the honeymoon," he said, pushing his face into her hair. It was loose that day.
When he set her back down her eyes were a little wild but she just stood there.
"Thank you for fixing my tire," she said.
"Anything to help," he said. "See you tomorrow."
When we were back in our car I asked him, "You want to tell me what that was all about?"
"What?" he said.
"You just asked Hannah to marry you," I said.
"So?"
"Are you nuts?"
"What's nuts about it?" he said, his voice casual. "She's the coolest girl I know. I've gone out with lots of girls, but she's not like any of them."
"As she pointed out, you haven't gone out with her," I said. "How could you know she's not like them?"
"She doesn't play games. She doesn't gossip. She doesn't think she's God's gift to men. I like her."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you're supposed to be in love before you propose to a woman," I said.
"You know my grandma?" he asked, apparently changing the subject.
"Of course," I said. I knew everybody in his extended family. I'd eaten dinner with all of them, more than once.
"Did you know she was in an arranged marriage?"
"You're shitting me," I said.
"I'd never shit you," he said. I knew what was coming next. We'd said it to each other a million times. I said it with him: "You're my favorite turd."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "What about your grandmother?"
"She told me about it one time. Her parents were friends with somebody and they all got together and decided that their son should marry my grandma. So that's what happened. She never even held his hand until the minister put it in his at the wedding."
"That's crazy," I said. "I thought that only happened in foreign countries."
"Nope. And she told me that they learned how to love each other."
"So what happened to him?" I knew his grandfather was dead, but not much more than that.
"They got married in 1939 and had my mother just before the war broke out. He was a marine. He got killed at Guadalcanal."
"Oh," I said.
"She said after the war she never even thought about getting married again," said Desmond. "She said he was the love of her life and she knew she could never find anybody else who would make her as happy as she'd been with him."
"Wow," I said.
"Yeah. She told me love doesn't just float around like a germ people can catch. It's something two people create when they want it to exist. I've never been in love, but I know I could love Hannah."
"How come you never said anything about this before?" I asked.
"It just came over me," he said, shrugging. "While we were changing that tire I looked at her and I just got this feeling that I wanted to make this girl happy for the rest of her life."
"And it doesn't hurt that she's a knockout," I said.
"Watch it," he warned. "You're talking about my girl."
"As I recall, she said you were crazy," I said. "I don't think she thinks she's your girl."
"I'll change that," he said.
And the crazy thing was that he did change that.
Of course events helped. When he got home I guess he announced that he'd proposed to Hannah and his parents got a little nuts about it. His mother called her mother. They were good friends, of course. Hannah hadn't said anything to her parents, so it blindsided them. When they asked her about it she said all he was doing was teasing her, but Desmond insisted he wasn't teasing. It took a couple of days but, suddenly, Desmond was dating Hannah. I guess it took a month for him to convince her he was serious and only then did she tell him she'd had a crush on him for years...