Underneath It All PDF - Barbara DeMarco

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Underneath It All PDF - Barbara DeMarco
My O.C.
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Her forehead is furrowed. She seems to be
in pain and wears an expression I’ve occasionally seen on people with head injuries:
She’s here, but not here. Fearing she’s about
to hit me up for money, I begin to say I don’t
have any cash, but it’s not money she’s after.
She gestures to a three-pack of medium
white jockeys.
“Uh-huh,” she says, sounding vaguely
Southern. “I could use some a them.”
Concern shadows her latte-brown eyes.
She futzes with her left hand, which is
wrapped in gauze. I’m baffled: What could
she possibly want with men’s underwear?
“You sure you want those?” I say.
Her soft voice has a slightly hysterical edge, as if she is trying hard to keep it
together. “I need a front opening when
I go to the bathroom,” she says. “I don’t
wanna pull my pants down outside.”
I’m speechless.
The homeless woman watches me pull
a jockey three-pack from the hook and
place it in my cart. I want to know how
she landed on the street. Too personal.
So I say, “Where do you sleep?”
“I’m waiting for my SSI check,” she says.
“This pain in my hand …” We gaze down
at her gauze-wrapped fingers. “And the
paper underwear I’m wearing is awful.”
I want to know more. Does she have relatives somewhere, or grown kids, someone she can ask for help? But shoppers
are edging around us and it’s time to move
along. It’s awkward, what to do next.
“Why don’t we meet out front?” I finally
say. “Ten, 15 minutes?”
“That’ll work.”
As suddenly as she appeared, she’s gone.
I T ’S H A L F A N H O U R B E FO R E I
check out, even though I hurried. I pile
my purchases on the conveyor belt and
ask the checker to bag the underwear
separately. She hesitates. It’s one thing to
bag food apart from clothing or cleaning
supplies, but underwear?
Outside, under the glare of the noonday
sun, I see a speck of a shopping cart way
down near Target’s other bank of doors.
It’s November of last year and I’m in the Costa Mesa Target perusing the As I move closer, the woman shakes out
wall of men’s underwear for my husband and son—Boxers? Jockeys? Gray? her shoes, leans back, and rests her arm
Blue? Plaid?—when a woman in her 40s, 50s, maybe older, approaches. on the back of the bench as if she’s in a
She’s in loose jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. Her close-cropped, steel- park gazing at a pond of ducks rather than
wool hair looks damp, as if she recently showered. I catch a whiff of soap. a sea of parked cars.
UNDERNEATH IT ALL
The stranger had an unusual request,
but one that had a familiar what-if ring
by Barbara DeMarco-Barrett
76 | O ra ng e C oast | November 2014
ILLUSTRATION BY
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My O.C.
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Her cart, brighter and tidier than any I’ve
seen, is covered with a child’s pink blanket.
When I’m a few feet away, she sees me
and does a double take. “I thought you
forgot all about me,” she says, shielding
her eyes from the sun.
I hand her the bag.
“God bless you,” she says.
I’m glad I’m wearing sunglasses because
my eyes begin to tear. “Good luck to you,”
I manage.
As I zigzag through the lot to my car, I
glance back. She’s tucking the underwear
somewhere beneath the pink blanket.
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WHEN I WAS 11, MY FATHER NO
longer was able to work. We sold our house
and moved 200 miles away into a smaller,
more modest house close to Mom’s family.
We moved every year for the next six. At
14, I started working as a waitress because
my parents no longer could afford to buy
me clothes or give me spending money.
Mom, who was uneducated and had never
worked, got a job in a factory cafeteria. Our
last place together was a rented two-story
brick row home beside train tracks on the
homeless doesn’t remain that way forever. There are happy endings.
Yet, she struck a chord in me. She couldn’t
have known how grateful I was for the
opportunity to perform that small act of
kindness, or how, at different points in my
life, I’ve been closer to the street than most
anyone I know.
And I thought back to some years ago,
in San Francisco, when an older woman,
frayed around the edges, tried to get my
attention. I almost brushed her off, fearing
she wanted more than I could give. “I need
help,” she said, her voice laced with desperation. I stopped and listened. Turned
out all she needed were directions.
So often people need so little from us.
TWO WEEKS LATER, AFTER THANKS- And most of us have something to give—
giving, I return to Target. I scan the time, money, respect, something. And truly,
entrances for the homeless woman’s shop- underneath it all, aren’t we all outsiders
ping cart. I didn’t do nearly enough for her of one sort or another, each of us fighting
when I had the chance. If I find her, I’ll our own battles?
During hard times, there were people
buy her a dozen pairs of underwear, a hat,
coat, and a blanket for the coming winter. who gave me something of themselves,
Of course she’s nowhere to be found. however small. And I remember them
Maybe she got the help she needed, or with great affection, still grateful for the
a relative took her in. Everyone who’s light they cast.
wrong side of town—so wrong that my
friend Debbie was forbidden to hang out
with me because her mother said my family was too sketchy for her.
As an adult, for a number of years, I
lived one paycheck from the street with
my musician husband. Being broke artists
without kids was one thing, but after we
had our baby, life felt more precarious. We
almost gave up our health insurance but
decided we couldn’t because of our son.
Things eventually turned around, but it
reminded me of my life as a kid—of being
an outsider—and that the only things that
separated me from homelessness were a
few lucky breaks.
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