A Lush Betrayal (28 page)

“And I love Tammy. I can’t help it yet, but I’m sure as hell going to try.” He stands up and reaches back into the corner behind the table. He pulls out his favorite old duffle bag and swings it over his shoulder. “I’ve got a flight to catch. My sponsor’s meeting me and we’re taking a little trip together. I’ll send you an address where you can forward any paperwork about the band. I’ll let you handle the press about the breakup. You were always better at that stuff. Spin it any way you want. I don’t give a damn.”

“Walsh,” I plead.

“See you around, Joss.” He gives me one last look and turns. As he leaves, I see my entire childhood leave with him—my home, my family, everything that I loved— all gone in one blinding moment as he walks from the dark, dank bar into the bright sunshine of the blazing California day beyond.

Mel

“T
AMMY?”
I knock lightly on the door to her bedroom. “Mom dropped off some books and stuff for you.” I push the door open and watch her for a few moments. She’s sitting in an armchair, gazing out at the backyard. It’s a beautiful view.

As tacky as the inside of the house is, the property is lovely. It has a big garden full of all types of flowers, vines climbing trellises, and raspberry and blackberry bushes. There’s even a pond with koi and a waterfall. On sunny days, I make sure Tammy and I spend some time sitting by the pond, listening to the waterfall. It’s got to be therapeutic. I always feel better after I’ve listened to it.

I enter and say cheerfully, “I don’t know where Mom gets this crap, but she’s left you like six romance novels and a huge bottle of fish oil supplements along with…oh, an article on how the fish oil is supposed to cure everything in the world, plus make your hair really strong and shiny. She underlined that part of the article.”

Tammy finally turns to look at me. She’s having a rough day today. It’s only been a few weeks, and they’re saying the meds can take a while to kick in.

“Thanks,” she says dully. “Am I supposed to take the fish oil now?” This hollow replica of my sister does exactly what you tell her when you tell her, and will swallow any medication that’s shoved at her without argument.

“No, sweetie. I need to make sure it’s okay with your doc first.”

She nods and looks back out at the yard. I’m so thankful we’ve been able to stay here. I’m not sure Tammy would be able to make it outside of the hospital if she couldn’t be here in this house that she shared with Walsh. It’s the only thing she has left of him, and she clings to it like a lifeline.

I was sure that we’d have to move her once we came back from California, but lo and behold, two weeks after we returned, a deed arrived in the mail stating that Tammy was the new owner of the house, paid in full by one Walsh Clark. Tammy cried for days after that. I have to admit, when she couldn’t see me, I did too.

The second shock came when a huge check arrived. This was signed by Joss. The form letter with it came from Dave and stated that all the former employees of the band were being given severance packages because of the sudden breakup. The guys wanted to make sure their staff had time to find alternate employment. Tammy’s check was a hell of lot more than any normal severance package, and I suspect that Walsh told them to send his share of the band’s assets to her. The bottom line is, my sister never has to work another day in her life.

“Did you say Mom’s here?” Tammy asks suddenly.

“No, she just left this stuff for you.”

“Okay.” She sits for a minute, her brow furrowed. “Do you know where Walsh is?” she asks.

“No, Tammy. No one knows where he is.” She’s never asked this before, and it concerns me.

“Someone does. Joss does. I’m sure of it.”

“Tammy—”

“No.” She looks at me and suddenly her eyes are lucid. There’s a spark inside them that I haven’t seen in weeks. “It’s okay. I’m not losing it. But I need to know where he is. It’s time.”

I clear my throat. “Maybe we can talk about it with your therapist at the appointment tomorrow?”

“Sure,” she answers.

“Why don’t you try one of these books? It’d be good for you to read a little. I’m going to go start some dinner. Then maybe we can watch
The Bachelor
tonight. I want to see that trashy blond try to figure out how to shove her boobs in Damien’s face again.” I turn to leave the room.

“Mel?”

I turn back. “Yeah?”

“I know this shit with me has taken up everyone’s energy—Mom’s, Dad’s, but especially yours. Everything’s been about
me
for so long now, and I’m sorry. I know you lost someone you loved too, and you’ve never said a word. You’ve been the best damn sister anyone could ever ask for. If you get tired of this and need to go back to your life, I won’t blame you at all. I’ll be okay.”

I feel the tears burn behind my eyes. “No, Tammy,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from wavering. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. We’re going to get you all better and then we’re both going to go on and have great lives. I promise.”

She looks at me directly and reaches to take my hands in hers. I see a tiny glimpse of the woman my sister used to be peeking out from beneath the flat veneer that’s coated her exterior for too long now.

“He loved you, Mel. He did. And what happened with him and me, it wasn’t love and it wasn’t his fault only. I was there too. The therapist says I need to start taking responsibility for what happened, and I agree. I was there. He didn’t force me, he didn’t seduce me. We both did it. But we didn’t love each other. Ever. He did love you. I could see it every time he looked at you. You might want to do something about that, you know?”

I pull away from her briskly, a phony smile plastered on my face. “Don’t worry about me, sweetie. You just work on getting better and then we’ll figure out what we want to do next. Together the DiLorenzo sisters can take on the world, right?”

Her return smile is sad. “Right.”

I walk out of the room, and make it halfway down the hall before I slide onto the floor and sob silently until it feels like my actual soul is empty.

T
HOSE FIRST
signs of the old Tammy get stronger and more frequent as time goes by. For several months now, I’ve been taking Tammy twice a week to therapy sessions. She’s been on an anti-depressant, and she’s getting stronger every day. This last weekend we even had a girls’ night out with some of her old friends from high school. Everyone’s heard an official story about the band’s breakup and luckily it doesn’t hint at Tammy’s involvement at all, so I don’t have to worry about her being grilled and having a setback.

It was a huge shock to the world at large when the news broke. I shielded Tammy from the announcement at first, but when she was stronger, I let her see the recordings of the press conference where Joss stood up in front of a room full of reporters and took the fall for the dissolution of an entertainment empire.

The official statement was printed in a special edition of
Rock Steady
magazine about the worst band breakups in rock and roll history, Lush’s being on the cover of course. I have Joss’s statement pinned to a bulletin board in my room at Tammy’s house:

Thanks for coming today. As a lot of you have already reported, Lush has cancelled the rest of our As Lush As It Gets tour. And yes, the band has broken up. I could give you all a bunch of PR spin, citing things like creative differences, or say we’re “taking a break,” but that would be bullshit. We’ve split, I don’t see that changing, and the reason is simple. I betrayed my best friends, and I’m not worthy of being in a band with them anymore.

Before you ask, no I won’t tell you what that betrayal consisted of, not to protect myself but because it would hurt other people more than I already have. But I want the world to know that it was me
—
Walsh Clark, Mike Owens, and Colin Douglas are the finest band mates and friends a guy could ask for. And they’re incredibly talented musicians. The entire staff and family of Lush are exceptional, and I love them all deeply. I don’t know what the fuck’s going to happen to me now, but I know they’ll all continue to be involved with making great music because they’re too good not to.

With those words, Joss strolled out of the room, the media went nuts, and no one’s seen him or Walsh publicly since. Every night I read those words and try to picture him standing there saying them, but what I really see is the way he looked at me in Tammy’s hospital room as she screamed, and Walsh walked out. The look that told me everything I needed to know. We could never be together again.

Joss

M
Y PHONE
is buzzing next to the bed and I’m struggling to wake up and answer it. It stops and I slump back into the covers, but it starts up right away again. I finally lurch upright and grab it, punching “answer” without looking to see who it is.

“Yeah?”

“Joss, we need to talk.”

“I really hope this is good, Dave. It’s—fuck, it’s five thirty in the damn morning. That’s early for anyone, not just me.”

“Yeah, well I just picked up a message from Tammy that she left last night.”

“Shit. Is she okay? Is Mel okay?” My heart pumps at about double time.

“She didn’t mention Mel. What she did talk about was Walsh and where the hell he might be. She’s convinced, correctly of course, that you know where he is, and she wants the info.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, so I’m warning you. It’s coming. What are you going to do?”

I take a moment to breathe, trying to calm my jittery nerves. “All he gave me was that P.O. box. It could be miles from where he actually is, or he could have someone else picking up the mail and sending it on to him. I don’t know, but if I tell her, I’ll be breaking his trust yet again. He specifically asked me not to tell anyone but you and the attorneys.”

“Look, I know you’re trying to work through this shit, and I admire you for the efforts you’ve been making. I need to get some papers to him anyway. Let me write him and ask if he wants to talk to her? I’ll call her and tell her I’ll do that and at least it’ll buy us some time.”

Relief washes through me. In spite of how badly I treated Dave, he’s handled this shit so much better than I ever thought he would.

“Thanks, man, I appreciate that. Really.”

“It’s fine. She actually sounded really good in the message. I’m hoping she’s doing better.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“All right, I’ll talk to you later this week about the copyrights on those new songs you gave me.”

“Great. Thanks again, Dave.”

After we hang up, I lie back down on my bed, staring up at the dingy ceiling. I should really pay for my dad to get this place painted. So far I have trouble getting him to let me even pay for groceries, but he’s started to give on a few things.

After Walsh left, I immersed myself in what needed to be done to handle the band’s business, and when that wrapped up, I sat in my condo in Portland and realized I was lost. My friends were gone, my band was gone, the love of my life was gone. I was alone. And then I remembered my dad’s words. “I never want you to be alone like me.” So I called the number I had for him, the number Mel had known I would need at some point, and I told him I was coming to Denver. He was there at the airport waiting for me, and as he took my bag out of my hand, he said, “Rough few weeks, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Okay, let’s get you home. I’ve got beer in the fridge and the Broncos are playing tonight.”

“Okay.”

That was ten weeks ago, and I’m still here, near downtown Denver in the little brick bungalow he’s owned since my mom took me and moved to Portland. He’s a quiet guy—big surprise—but easy to be with. He works all day while I write songs and read, and I work with a holistic practitioner Dave found for me. She does energy work and other stuff, and we’ve been slowly talking about how I got to where I am and why. My need for control, my issues with my dad, why I screwed over the best friend I’ve ever had. It’s some hard shit to face, but she’s gentle with me, and some days I feel like maybe there’s hope for my future.