Today we are celebrating the release of Nick S. Klaus, Katie Mettner's new Christmas story! I asked Katie what her favorite part of the book was and this is what she told me.
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Katie:
Ben fiddled with his basketball, but slowly looked up to the sky. “I
was just wondering if you thought I had to go to my dad’s wedding.”
“Well,
Ben, it really doesn’t matter what I think. That’s between you, your dad, and
your mom.”
“He
really wants us to come.”
“You’re
his kids. I’m sure he wants you there to celebrate that day with him.”
“What
if I don’t want to celebrate that day with him?”
I
felt like this was dangerous territory. On one hand, he needed someone to talk
to, and on the other hand, I had to be very careful about what I said. Going or
not going to his father’s wedding was something that wasn’t my decision to
make. I switched into principal mode to sort this out. “Can you tell me why you
wouldn’t want to celebrate with him?”
He
turned to me then, and his face was beet red with eyes of fire. It reminded me
a lot of when his mom got mad, and I tried not to smile. “Do you know what he
did to our family?” he asked, his tone filled with anger and hurt. I nodded
without speaking. “Would you want to go to his wedding and pretend to be happy
about it?” I shook my head no. “Me, either.” He sank back into the chair and
kicked his legs some more, anger still radiating from him.
“What
part about him getting remarried is really bothering you, Benji?”
“Would
you please not call me that? I prefer Ben.”
“Of
course, I’m sorry, Ben it is.”
“Have
you ever walked in on your dad naked with another woman before, Nick?”
I
was taking a drink of root beer and nearly choked when I tried to swallow. I
coughed a few times and finally held my hand up. “No, I can’t say I have. My
father is dead.”
“Oh,
I’m sorry,” he answered looking down at the ground.
“It
was a long time ago, Ben. What happened between your parents was a long time
ago too, but it appears it still upsets you. You were very young when your
parents broke up. How much do you really remember?”
“I
was five and I will never forget what I saw that day, Nick, ever. Maybe at five
I didn’t know why he was standing there naked with another woman who wasn’t my
mom, but I understand it all very well now.”
“I
suppose you do,” I said, trying not to be judgmental towards his father. I had
to stay neutral. I had to be Switzerland.
“Does
it make me a bad person for not loving him very much?”
“Whoa,
Ben, I think maybe you need to talk with your mom about this. I will go with
you, if you want.”
“So
you do think it makes me a bad person.”
“I
didn’t say that, but if you’re that upset about your dad then maybe you need to
talk to someone to work through it.”
“I’m
talking to you,” he said as though I didn’t have four college degrees.
“Okay,
then I’ll answer. I don’t think it makes you a bad person. I think it makes you
a hurt, angry, and sad person, at least when it comes to your relationship with
your dad. My guess is you don’t trust him very much?”
“I
don’t trust him at all, and I don’t understand why Tasha does either. He slept
around on my mom, so what makes her think he won’t sleep around on her?”
I
blew out a breath. “You’re asking very adult like questions here, Ben. Where
are you hearing this? Your mom, your grandpa, or your uncles?”
He
crossed his arms. “I have a brain, Nick. It doesn’t take more than first grade
math to add one and one and get two. My dad is very…” he snapped his fingers
clearly looking for a word. “You know he says one thing but does the other.”
“Hypocritical.”
His
fingers snapped once and he pointed at me. “Yes! He’s hypocritical. He’s a
minister, right?” he asked and I nodded. “Well, he stands up in front of people
every Sunday and tells them not to sin, and to follow the Ten Commandments, but
then he does the exact opposite. How is that cool?”
I
took a drink to keep from laughing aloud at his verbiage. “It’s not cool, not
at all. You’re right, he’s very hypocritical. We have a saying in Germany that
goes, handlungen des Menschen werden
Ihnen sagen, alles, was Sie wissen müssen.”
“Wow,
you speak German?” he asked in awe.
“I
was born and raised in Germany by a German father, so yes, I speak German. What
I just said means ‘a man’s actions will tell you everything you need to know.’”
He
sat swinging his feet for several more minutes and then stood, and picked up
his basketball. “Thanks for the talk, Nick. That really helped.”
“It
did?” I asked confused.
“You
said a man’s actions will tell you everything you need to know. I could go home
and tell my mom I don’t want to go to Dad’s wedding, and she wouldn’t make me,
but it would cause a big problem for her and for my sister. It would also
embarrass my dad if I refused to come, and it might ruin his day. I don’t have
to like it, but I will go because that’s what the Lord put on my heart to do,
and that is the kind of man I want to be.”
The
kid absolutely nailed it and I would tell his mother what a wonderful son she
was raising at some point, but first I raised my fist and he gave it a bump.
“Excellent
work, son. I’m proud of you and your mom will be, too.”
“Thanks,
Nick, but we all have to do things in life we don’t want to do. Look at my mom,
she does all kinds of things she doesn’t want to do and doesn’t complain about
it. I shouldn’t either.” He walked to the end of the driveway and turned back
to face me. “Hey, Nick?”
I
stood and walked up the driveway a bit, “Yeah, Ben?”
“What
does the S stand for in your name?”
I
laughed and shook my head, “I can’t tell you that. It’s too embarrassing.”
“If
I were to guess it would you tell me if I was right?”
“If
you managed to guess this name then yes, I would tell you, but you’ll never
guess.”
“Give
me time and I just might.” He started walking backwards away from me. “Mom said
you and her are taking us to the fire hose competition on Saturday for Fall Fest.
Is that true?”
“We
did talk about doing that, before she hurt her leg, but if she’s okay to go
then I’ll happily tag along.”
He
didn’t hide the fist pump he gave as he walked away.
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| Nick S. Klaus on Amazon 0.99 through 11/02/2015 |
