only half-way listened. His fatherâs mind was on his future with the ACW. Throughout the day he had complained incessantly about having to give up being the Angel of Death.
When Jesse told his mother about his fatherâs new gimmick, she laughed at the thought that her ex-husband, who seldom went to church, would portray a preacherâeven a phony one.
âDadâs really steamed about it, Mom,â Jesse said. âHe says that if the ACW doesnât care enough to listen to what he wants, heâll just retire.â
His mother chuckled. âOh, Jesse, are you still falling for that line? Your father will never give up wrestling. Itâs too deep in his blood. His career means more to him than anything in the world . . . including his family.â
âMom, thatâs not true,â Jesse said. âI know Dad cares about me. And I know that he still cares about you.â
âReally? Then perhaps you can explain why Iâm living in Dallas. No, kiddo, your father made a choice, and unfortunately, I came in second.â
You made a choice, too, Mom , Jesse thought. Thatâs why you live in Dallas.
His mother was the one who had asked for the divorce. She could have stayed in the marriage and made it work. Jesseâs father had been a professional wrestler for almost twenty years. It was what he did for a living. Thatâs how he paid the bills. What was he supposed to do? Give up his career and go work as a shoe salesman in a department store? Jesse didnât like it that his father was on the road so much, but he was doing his best to cope with it. Why couldnât his mother?
Almost certain that he knew the answer, Jesse asked, âMom, letâs say that Dad absolutely hates being Elijah Nightshade, and he decides to retire. Is there any chance that the two of you could get together again?â
Silence.
âMom?â
âJesse, your father will continue to wrestle no matter what ridiculous gimmick the ACW pins on him,â his mother said. âHeâll be one of those wrestlers who stays in the business long past his prime. Look at what happened to Bruce Brannigan. Bruce used to be the ACW heavyweight champion. He was on top of the world. But he couldnât bring himself to retire after his star faded and the ACW released him. Now Bruce wrestles for pennies in bingo halls and school gymnasiums. Thatâs what your father will eventually end up doing. Heâll be an old man, working in the independent circuit, jobbing matches to help put over the young talent. Donât believe what he says, kiddo. Mark my word. Ten years from now, heâll still be wrestling.â She paused. âBesides, Iâm seeing someone right now.â
âYouâre dating?â Jesse said, flabbergasted. A knot cramped up in the pit of his stomach.
âItâs nothing serious. Weâre just friends.â
âYouâre dating?â Jesse repeated. The thought of his mother with another man sickened him. What was she doing dating? The ink on the divorce papers was barely dry.
âItâs not what you think,â his mother said. âHomerâs a nice man who works at my school, and weâve gone out a few times.â
âHomer?â
âThatâs his name. Homer Mondragón. He teaches algebra here at North Oak Cliff High School.â
An image of Homer Simpson from The Simpsons popped in Jesseâs mind. Great. My momâs dating Homer Simpson.
âWhat does he look like?â Jesse imagined a fat, bald, yellow-skinned man, wearing a short-sleeve, white shirt and blue pants.
âI donât want to talk about him right now,â his mother said. âListen, I hate to cut this call short, but I have a ton of essays to grade. Donât worry about Homer, Jesse. Like I said, weâre just good friends.â
Good friends now. But what about later? Jesseâs mother and that Homer guy were both teachers. They