“If you’re not busy tomorrow night,” he said, “I’d like to take you to dinner.”
There was no hesitation on Lois’s part. “Yes, thank you.”
Henry Lawson took her to the popular Sassafraz, one of the finest restaurants in Toronto. The menu was tantalizing, but Lois ordered a light dinner because she did not want Henry to think she was a gourmand.
Henry noticed that she was eating only a salad and he said, “That’s not enough for you.”
“I’m trying to lose weight,” Lois lied.
He put his hand over hers. “I don’t want you to lose weight, Lois. I like you just the way you are.”
She felt a sudden thrill. He was the first man who had ever said that to her.
“I’m going to order you a steak, some potatoes, and a Caesar salad,” Henry said.
It was so wonderful, finally, to find a man who understood her appetite and approved of it.
THE NEXT FEW weeks went by in a delicious series of dates. At the end of three weeks, Henry said, “I love you, Lois. I want you to be my wife.”
Words she thought she would never hear. She put her arms around him and said, “I love you, too, Henry. I want to be your wife.”
THE WEDDING TOOK place in Henry’s father’s church five days later. Gary and a few friends were there, and it was a beautiful ceremony, officiated by Henry’s father. Lois had never been so happy.
“Where are you two going to honeymoon?” Reverend Lawson asked.
“Lake Louise,” Henry said. “It’s very romantic.”
“That’s perfect for a honeymoon.”
Henry put his arms around Lois. “I expect every day to be a honeymoon for the rest of our lives.”
Lois was ecstatic.
IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE wedding, they left for Lake Louise. It was a spectacular oasis in Banff National Park, in the heart of the Canadian Rockies.
They arrived in the late afternoon with the sun sparkling over the lake.
Henry took Lois in his arms. “Are you hungry?”
She looked into his eyes and smiled. “No.”
“Neither am I. Why don’t we get undressed?”
“Oh, yes, darling.”
Two minutes later, they were in bed and Henry was making exquisite love to her. It was wonderful. Exhausting. Exhilarating.
“Oh, darling, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Lois,” Henry said. He stood up. “Now we must fight carnal sin.”
Lois looked at him, confused. “What?”
“Get on your knees.”
She laughed. “Aren’t you tired, darling?”
“Get on your knees.”
She smiled. “All right.”
She got on her knees and watched, puzzled, as Henry took a large belt from his trousers. He walked up to her, and before she realized what was happening, he smashed the belt hard against her naked buttocks.
Lois screamed and started to get up. “What are you—?”
He shoved her down. “I told you, darling. We must fight carnal sin.” He raised the belt and struck her again.
“Stop it! Stop it!”
“Stay there.” His voice was filled with fervor.
Lois fought to get up, but Henry held her down with one strong hand and slammed the belt against her again.
Lois felt as though her backside had been flayed. “Henry! My God! Stop it!”
Finally Henry stood up and took a deep, quivery breath. “It’s all right now.”
It was difficult for Lois to move. She could feel the open sores oozing. She painfully managed to get to her feet. She couldn’t speak. She could only stare in horror at her husband.
“Sex is sinful. We must fight temptation.”
She shook her head, still speechless, still not believing what had just happened.
“Think of Adam and Eve, the beginning of the downfall of mankind.” He went on.
Lois began to weep, huge gulping sobs.
“It’s all right now.” He took Lois in his arms. “It’s all right. I love you.”
Lois said uncertainly, “I love you, too, but—”
“Don’t worry. We have conquered it.”
Which means that will be the last time that happens, Lois thought. It probably has something to do with his being a minister’s son. Thank God it’s over.
Henry held her close. “I love you so much. Let’s go out to dinner.”
IN THE RESTAURANT, Lois was barely able to sit down. The pain was terrible, but she was too embarrassed to ask for a pillow.
“I’ll order,” Henry said. He ordered a salad for himself and an enormous meal for Lois. “You have to keep your strength up, my dearest.”
During dinner Lois thought about what had just happened. Henry was the most wonderful man she had ever known. She had been taken aback by his—what was it, she wondered—fetish? Anyway, that was over. She could look forward to spending the rest of her life taking care of this man and being taken care of.
When they had finished their entrées, Henry ordered an extra dessert for Lois and said, “I like a lot of woman.”
She smiled. “I’m glad I please you.”
When dinner was over, Henry said, “Shall we go back to the room?”
“Fine.”
When they returned to their room, they undressed and Henry took Lois in his arms and the pain seemed to disappear. His lovemaking was sweet and gentle and was even more enjoyable than before.
Lois hugged her husband and said, “That was wonderful.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “Now we must atone for carnal sin. Get on your knees.”
IN THE MIDDLE of the night, when Henry was asleep, Lois quietly packed a suitcase and fled. She took a plane to Vancouver and called Gary. At lunch, she told him what had happened.
“I’m filing for divorce,” Lois said, “but I have to move out of town.”
Gary thought for a moment. “I have a friend who owns an insurance agency, sis. It’s in Denver, and that’s fifteen hundred miles away.”
“That would be perfect.”
Gary said, “I’ll talk to him.”
TWO WEEKS LATER, Lois was working at the midwest insurance agency in a managerial position.
Gary had kept in constant touch with Lois. She had bought a small, charming bungalow with a view of the Rockies in the distance, and from time to time her brother would visit her. They would have great weekends together—skiing, or fishing, or simply sitting on the sofa, talking. I’m so proud of you, sis, he’d always tell her, and Lois was proud of Gary’s accomplishments as well. He had earned his Ph.D. in science, was working for an international corporation, and had taken up flying as a hobby.
AS LOIS WAS thinking about Gary, there was a knock at the front door. She looked out the window to see who was calling and recognized him. Tom Huebner. He was a tall, rugged-looking charter pilot, a friend of Gary’s.
Lois opened the door and Huebner walked in.
“Hi, Tom.”
“Lois.”
“Gary isn’t here yet. I think I heard his plane a little while ago. He should be here any minute. Would you like to wait or—?”
He was staring at her. “You haven’t been watching the news?”
Lois shook her head. “No. What’s going on? I hope we’re not going to get into another war and—”
“Lois, I’m afraid I have some bad news. Really bad news.” His voice was tight. “It’s about Gary.”
She stiffened. “What about him?”
“He was killed in a plane crash on his way here to see you.” He watched the light go out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved each other.”
Lois tried to speak, but she was hyperventilating. “How—how—how—?”
Tom Huebner took her hand and gently led her to the couch.
Lois sat down and took deep breaths. “What—what happened?”
“Gary’s plane hit the side of a mountain a few miles outside of Denver.”
Lois felt faint. “Tom, I’d like to be alone.”
He studied her, worried. “Are you sure, Lois? I could stay and—”
“Thank you, but please go.”
Tom Huebner stood there irresolutely, then nodded. “You have my number. Call if you need me.”
Lois did not hear him leave. She sat there in a state of shock. It was as if someone had told her she had died. Her mind started flashing back to their childhood. Gary had always been her protector, fighting boys who teased her and, as they got older, escorting her to baseball games and movies and parties. The last time she had seen him was a week ago, and she saw the scene in her mind, unspooling like a blurred film through her tears.
The two of them were seated at the dining room table.
“You’re not eating, Gary.”
“It’s delicious, sis. I’m not very hungry.”
She watched him a moment. “Anything you want to talk about?”
“You always know, don’t you?”
“It’s something to do with your work.”
“Yes.” He pushed his plate away. “I think my life is in danger.”
Lois looked at him, startled. “What?”
“Sis, only half a dozen people in the world know about what’s happening. I’m flying back here next Monday to spend the night. On Tuesday morning, I’m heading for Washington.”