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Don't Know Why	By : JustMeAgain Category: G through L > Ghostbusters Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~~~~~ 1992 ~~~~~
In the month since Thanksgiving a lot had changed. I thought Egon would shun me after seeing what I’d caused, but the opposite was true. He sought me out. He wanted to know about all the times before, and he’d told Ray, too. We met a couple times a week at the Stantz’ house, and I admitted all the things that had happened. They wanted to help me, and I relished the time spent with Egon. In that month I’d only had one other thing happen. My father had yelled at me for taking too long with supper, and a plate in the dish drainer had cracked. The two of them had read book after book about the subject, and I did my best to answer all their questions, even the embarrassing ones. Egon had wanted to know all about my menstrual cycles and whether or not I was a virgin. If it hadn’t been Egon Spengler asking I’d have refused to answer, but I knew he had a scientific reason for asking. Still, to mask my own embarrassment, I cracked a joke. "Why do you want to know, Spengs? For business or pleasure?" I’d winked at him. His ears had flamed crimson, and he stammered out something about hormonal fluctuations and increases in psychokinetic energy emanations.
The two of them had wanted to talk to Peter about it, but I’d made them promise not to tell him. Peter had never much cared for me, and I didn’t want to give him another reason to hate me. So, as we gathered at the Stantz house for Christmas, not a word was spoken about twisted silverware of shifting kitchen tables. I’d expected Egon to go back to ignoring me since we weren’t talking shop, but he’d surprised me. He’d stuck by my side the whole night, and, as Sam Cooke played, Nana had pushed us together to dance. I was used to teasing him, but, with everyone else around, I was actually starting to feel shy. Egon gave me what was almost a smile, though, and I relaxed into the dance. No one else was watching us, they were all dancing, too. Our dance didn’t last nearly long enough, but Ray requested the next dance. I even danced with Peter and Papa Stantz that night, and, just as I was about to dance with Egon again, Nana called us to supper. He led me into the dining room, and I felt a tingle of apprehension. What if I messed up the silverware again? What if everyone saw this time? I let Egon hold my chair out for me, and I swallowed back my nervousness when he sat beside me. It was such a strange thing. No one seemed to notice Egon paying more attention to me than normal. It was like we were in a bubble. Not even Ray noticed.
After supper, as we prepared to exchange gifts, Peter and his date ducked out. None of us really expected him to stay, but it still made me sad. Egon, who was usually so unattuned to people’s feelings recognized my small frown, and he discreetly squeezed my hand. I smiled at him, feeling a little more confident that his attention wasn’t going to cause me to bend silverware since we’d survived dinner without any incidents. He and I sat on the love seat together while Papa sat in his favorite chair with Nana perched on the arm. Ray sat on the floor in front of the tree like a little kid. He passed out the gifts, but I barely registered what anyone got. I was too distracted by the feel of Egon’s thigh pressed against mine. I made an effort to watch as Nana opened the brooch I’d bought her. It was a delicate spray of enamel daffodils with a blue ribbon holding them together. She cooed over it and had Papa help her to pin it to the apron she wore. Papa opened the bowling glove I’d got for him and gave me an affectionate kiss on the top of my head. I bought Ray a CD of Ray Charles music, and he wasted no time putting it on. I hoped Egon would open my gift next, but Nana urged me to open the gift from her and Papa. It was a complete collection of The Brother Grimm fairy tales that Nana had read from to me when I was a little girl. It was a German edition, complete with pictures. I’d taught myself German with the book. Next, Ray shoved a gift into my hands from him. I could tell it was a CD, and, when I unwrapped it, a smile graced my face. It was a greatest hits compilation of Ray Charles. The exact one I’d bought for him. We both laughed, and then I finally had a chance to give Egon the gift I’d found for him. I’d thought about getting him a tie or a new calculator, but, as I browsed the rare book store, I’d found a book with a badly worn leather binding. It was in fragile condition, and the book’s title was almost completely wiped off. I’d been able to get the seller to part with it for ten bucks. It was heavy, but Ray easily set it in Egon’s lap. "Jeez, Bec, what did you get him? A box of bricks?" Ray asked as Egon ‘oofed’ at the weight.
"Thanks for giving away the surprise, Ray." I teased as Egon began to tear the wrapping paper away. I really hoped he would like the book. After I’d scanned it over, I’d thought it was right up his alley.
"It’s a book." He said, lifting away the lid of the box and the tissue paper. "An old book." He added, carefully opening it. "Tobin’s Spirit Guide." He read the name out loud.
"I looked up Tobin at the library. He was a Dutch physicist who studied the paranormal. It sounds like he was interested in all the same stuff you’ve been interested in lately." I explained as Egon scanned the index of the large book.
"This is phenomenal. Thank you, Rebecca." He managed another almost smile.
"Well, if you don’t like it I can always get you a tie." I joked..
"No, I’ve read about Tobin. I didn’t know any copies of his Spirit Guide were still in print. This should be very informative." He assured me.
"Are there any more gifts, Raymond?" Nana asked.
"No, that’s it." He said. I noticed Egon had brought gifts for everyone except me. I couldn’t help but feel a little upset. It wasn’t that I actually wanted a gift, but I was curious as to what he’d pick out for me.
"Well, Papa and I are going for a drive to look at the Christmas lights. Who wants to come along?" She asked.
"I’m game. Bec? Eggy?" Ray asked.
"I’d like to study this book." Egon opted out.
"I should probably get home, too. I want to make sure I’m there if Pop comes home." I said, standing.
"Aw, you two are no fun." Ray smirked, but Nana winked at me.
"Shush, Ray, leave them be. Merry Christmas, little one." She said hugging me.
"Merry Christmas, Nana." I hugged her back, and then I hugged Ray and Papa as Nana hugged Egon.
"Merry Christmas, sweet boy. Take care of her." She instructed him.
"Of course." He replied. In a few moments we were all bundled up, carrying our gifts. Ray and his parents headed out the front door, and Egon and I left out the back door. I had had a wonderful evening, and I hated for it to end.
"Well, Merry Christmas, Spengs. I hope the book is good." I told him and bravely reached up to kiss his cheek.
"Wait... you should come over. I have your Christmas gift upstairs. My parents are staying the weekend at my sister’s house in Chicago, so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable." He said.
"You think your parents make me feel uncomfortable?" I asked, following him across the yard and the alley to his back stoop.
"They even make me uncomfortable." He replied, not kidding in the least.
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