NO ONE IN THE GROUP KNEW what happened. Rosanna and I pretended nothing had ever happened between us. As for Fonsy, he noticed that I have been avoiding Rosanna for his sake. Fonsy smiled in agreement as he knew that I would stick to my words as best as I could.
ONE NIGHT, in one of those overnight weekends at Fonsy’s vacation house, I overheard noises coming from the next room. It was from Fonsy’s room.
I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling while resting. I was not in the mood to join them swimming at that time. It was the first time I felt out of place among them.
“I thought you could use this,” I heard Fonsy say to someone.
“Did someone ask you in here?” I heard Rosanna in a high tone of voice.
“Oh come on, you’re not mad, are you?”
“I don’t like people sneaking up on me!”
“Come on, Ross, it was just a joke.”
“That’s not funny, Fonsy. Could you get out of here while I get dressed?”
My imagination went with the dialogues I overheard. I knew Fonsy would do something like this to any girl he likes. It was the sexual advances I usually see between them whenever I am around.
“Listen, I don’t want you behaving like this…” Fonsy said.
“Stop it!” Rosanna shouted. “I mean it, Fonsy!”
“Why? You kissed me earlier like you wanted it…” I heard Fonsy’s rebuttal.
“I kiss the way I want to kiss. I don’t want what you want!”
“So you want to tease, huh?”
There was a pause.
“Okay, you’re the boss,” I heard Rosanna mellowed down.
“Well, that’s better…” I overheard Fonsy.
Then I heard a brief silence. But a shout from Fonsy broke it.
With that kind of shout, Fonsy might have been writhing in pain. I don’t know what Rosanna did to him, but it must be something too painful to bear as I could have imagined.
“If that’s what you want, why don’t you ask other ritzy girlfriends?” Rosanna asked.
“I don’t have another girlfriend,” Fonsy said while in pain. “Besides I don’t like any of them, I wanted you, Ross.”
“Well, remember this, Fonsy,” Rosanna said. “There are some things that I want, but I’m going to decide which is which.”
Then I heard the slamming of the door. I kept silent and pretended that no one heard them.
BUT, SOME TIME LATER at dawn during the witching hour, while Buddy, Mark, and Jim were sleeping, I was awake. I overheard something much different from the same room. They were moans; moans of passion. It grew louder until I could distinguish Fonsy’s voice in ecstasy. Then I overheard a woman’s moan. I didn’t need to know whose moans were those because I’ve heard those moans before.