Chapter 62—Devil Wears Prada
Sunday September 7, 2014 8:00am
Norman and I are driving to Atlanta for a meeting with his Prada contact. Norm will be selecting a suit for the Walking Dead premiere and I will have a complete fitting for a gown worthy of this red carpet event. I’m excited but a little nervous. This small town girl has never owned, much less worn anything designer. I sigh and wonder if Norman even has a clue as to why. He looks over at me and sees me staring out the window. I feel his hand reach out and push a stray curl off my face. I look at him and give him a small smile. He watches me out of the corner of his eye before speaking, “You’re awfully quiet, what’s running through your mind pretty girl?”
I talk a deep breath and stare back out the window as I answer, “Just kind of nervous about today. I’m out of my comfort zone.” He gently asks, “Why?” I talk a moment to answer, “You know how I don’t talk about my past? How I said it’s not a secret, just not very interesting?” He puts his hand on my shoulder, “What’s up Jenna?” I pull my legs up on the seat hugging my knees to my chest and resting my chin on my knees, “Some of my past has been my secret.” I turn to look at Norm who glances over at me with a curious look as I elaborate, “I came from a small farming town in south Jersey. My mama was from a small town in Alabama. My Daddy met her when he was in the military stationed in ‘Bama. He brought her up north. My Dad was the son of a 4th generation farmer but he didn’t come back from Vietnam the same as when he left. He lost the family farm when I was a toddler and I grew up poor. I was the poorest kid in town. We couldn’t even make ends meet; the bill collectors were constantly pounding on our door. The reason I’m so good at my job is because I grew up sewing my own clothes because my parents couldn’t afford to buy any. That’s why I can alter and sew anything you set in front of me. I’m nothing but White Trash. I got out of town as soon as I graduated and had no intention of going back. I was ridiculed and picked on in school, which made me meek and introverted. I got to Hollywood and I changed. I grew street smarts and some Balls. I blossomed and figured out who I was and who I wanted to be. It didn’t last though.” I pause and turn back to the window.
Norman reaches his hand out for mine and says, “You aren’t White Trash, Jenna. We all have a past and it doesn’t matter to me what yours is.” I look over at Norman and sigh, “Trust me I’m as White Trash Redneck as it gets, I just hide it pretty well. I make Daryl Dixon look like a cultured city gentleman. I spent a lot of my twenties trying to cover it up and leave it behind. Too bad I didn’t have any choice and had to go back to Jersey.” He squeezes my hand as I continue, “My parents basically guilted me into returning home, telling me they would be homeless without their help. I came home and left my career to work my ass off waiting tables and tending bar. I started dating Andrew and well, that’s a story within itself.”
Norman quietly says, “Tell me.” I look over at him and decide it’s time to tell him, “Andrew was a couple of years ahead of me in school. I didn’t think he ever noticed me back then. When I came back I was working at the local bar and he’d come in and talk to me while I bar-tended. I have to admit having the Quarterback from High School pay attention to you is nice. He isn’t even my type, but I was flattered that he was interested in me. I thought he loved me, hell I thought that until the day he punched me. Now I realize that he just wanted a pretty possession, something to show off. I was young and stupid back then. I forgot that to everyone in that town I’m just White Trash. I used to hear the old biddy’s at the diner whisper about me. Things like; Thank God she’s pretty at least she can marry up. Andrew paid lots of attention to me and I fell for him. When he proposed and wanted to take care of me I just thought it was because he loved me. Now I doubt it. He did however, take care of my parents; I guess it was part of the package. I don’t think my parents had a clue what his intentions were.” I turn back to the window, feeling like I’ve bared my soul and now I’m waiting for backlash.
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