Chapter Summary: Nicholas Sparks is trying his damnedest to convince the reader that Hegbert is really a swell guy and Landon has learned the error of his ways.
But Landon’s kindness stems from him trying to stop Karma from collecting his debt.
As a general rule, Southern Baptists don’t dance.
Just like Drax the Destroyer.
In Beaufort, however, it wasn’t a rule that was ever strictly enforced.
Instead, the God-fearing citizens of Rock Ridge Beaufort wag their fingers at wicked sinners who dance.
Landon reveals that the minister before Hegbert allowed school dances so long as they were chaperoned.
By the time Hegbert came along, it was too late to change things.
Landon remarks how Jamie was “pretty much the only one who’d never been to a school dance.”
He wonders if Jamie knows “how to dance at all.”
I admit that I also had some concerns about what she would wear,
Though it wasn’t something I would tell her.
Because a douchebag would care about hurting someone’s feelings.
Landon remarks for the billionth time that Jamie always wears an old sweater and a plaid skirt.
But the homecoming dance was supposed to be special.
“It’s like like the most important day of my life! There is like no way that it is overrated!”
Most of the girls bought new dresses and the boys wore suits,
and this year we were bringing in a photographer to take our pictures.
Landon says that Jamie isn’t going to be buying a new dress because “she wasn’t exactly well-off.”
Ministering wasn’t a profession where people made a lot of money,
but of course ministers weren’t in it for monetary gain,
they were in it for the long haul, if you know what I mean.
But I didn’t want her to wear the same thing she wore to school every day, either.
“That would be like the worst thing eva!”
Not so much for me-
You don’t want to look bad standing next to Jamie.
I’m not that cold-hearted-
You:
but because of what others might say.
I didn’t want people to make fun of her or anything.
“Because no one else can mock her but me!”
Landon douchely says that “The good news, if there was any” is that his crush buddy Eric isn’t teasing him “too bad about the whole Jamie situation.”
It turns out that Eric is dating the head cheerleader Margaret Hays.
She wasn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree,
Apparently, Landon has never heard of the saying “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
but she was nice in her own way.
And I bet dollars to donuts that the “nice” thing will be connected to Margaret’s beauty or body.
By nice, of course, I’m talking about her legs.
So after Landon’s lecherous comment, he goes on to say that Eric offered “to double-date with me.”
No lie, when I first read that sentence, I thought that Eric asked Landon on a date.
And from now on, I’m not going to play video games until 11 P.M. and then do a chapter snark.
But Landon turned him down because he didn’t want Eric to be making fun of Jamie.
He was a good guy, but he could be kind of heartless sometimes,
especially when he had a few shots of bourbon in him.
So Landon is busy during the afternoon of the dance because he is helping to decorate the gym.
I had to get to Jamie’s about a half hour early because her father wanted to talk to me, though I didn’t know why.
Hopefully, the “talk” will result in Landon being shot with a shotgun and then Hegbert burying him in the backyard.
Landon isn’t “thrilled” that Jamie told him “just the day before.”
I figured he was going to talk about temptation
“Once upon a time, a naked woman listened to a snake in a garden…”
and the evil path it can lead us to.
“And once you finished walking the path, the Devil and all of his minions will torture you for all eternity.”
If he brought up fornication, though, I knew I would die right there on the spot.
And I’m seriously hoping that Hegbert does.
I said small prayers all day long in the hope of avoiding this conversation,
“God, pay off my debt. That way, Karma won’t come to my house and demand payment.”
but I wasn’t sure if God would put my prayers on the front burner,
if you know what I mean,
because of the way I’d behaved in the past.
I was pretty nervous just thinking about it. My mom had let me borrow the car, and I parked it on the street directly in front of Jamie’s house.
So Landon drives to Jamie’s house after he takes a shower and picks up Jamie’s corsage.
We hadn’t turned the clocks back yet, so it was still light out when I got there,
Landon walks to Jamie’s door and knocks on it twice.
From behind the door I heard Hegbert say, “I’ll be right there,” but he wasn’t exactly racing to the door.
And I’d like to think that Hegbert was loading the shotgun and locating the shovel.
I must have stood there for two minutes or so, looking at the door, the moldings, the little cracks in the windowsills.
For fuck’s sake!
This book makes Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey seem like riveting thrillers in comparison.
The one I sat in was still turned in the opposite direction. I guess they hadn’t sat there in the last couple of days.
*sigh*
Seriously, what’s up with this book’s obsession with repeating things that the reader already knows and blithering on about pointless random crap?
And before I lost my sanity, Hegbert finally opens the goddamn door.
The light coming from the lamp inside shadowed Hegbert’s face slightly and sort of reflected through his hair.
He was old, like I said, seventy-two years by my reckoning.
It was the first time I’d ever seen him up close, and I could see all the wrinkles on his face.
So he is the human equivalent of a Dogue de Bordeaux?
His skin really was translucent, even more so than I’d imagined.
I know I said it once…
But I’ll say it again…
Sparklepire!
“Hello, Landon. I heard that you plan on taking my daughter to the homecoming dance.”
Landon is shitting bricks and even gulps.
And I’m still hoping that he dies a horrible fucking death.
He then tells Hegbert that “I’m here to take Jamie to the homecoming dance.”
Hegbert knows but wants to talk to Landon first.
Landon enters the house after Hegbert invites him in.
In church Hegbert was a fairly snappy dresser,
Because a preacher/minister/priest would be dressed like a slob.
but right now he looked like a farmer,
“He even had a straw hat and a banjo.”
dressed in overalls and a T-shirt.
This is Nicholas Sparks’ anvilicious way of saying that Hegbert is the salt of the earth.
Hegbert motions for Landon to sit down.
Hegbert then apologizes for taking so long to answer the door and says that he was working on his sermon.
“That’s okay, sir.” I don’t know why, but you just had to call him “sir.”
Just admit it, Landon.
It is a part of the Southern culture to call men “sir” and women “ma'am".
He sort of projected that image.
“All right, then, so tell me about yourself.” I thought it was a fairly ridiculous question, with him having such a long history with my family and all.
Nicholas Sparks…
Pointing it out doesn’t make less stupid.
He was also the one who had baptized me, by the way, and he’d seen me in church every Sunday since I’d been a baby.
So after giving us some pointless and redundant exposition…
Landon tells Hegbert that he is the student body president. Landon also mentions that he wants to go to the University of North Carolina.
Hegbert reveals that Jamie told him all this.
He then asks if Landon has anything else to add.
I had to admit, I was running out of things after that.
Part of me wanted to pick up the pencil off the end table and start balancing it, giving him the whole thirty seconds’ worth, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who would appreciate it.
Landon replies “I guess not, sir.”
Hegbert then asks Landon: “Why did you ask my daughter to the dance?”
I was surprised, and I know that my expression showed it.
“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“It is not like I’ve been a total dick and ridiculed her on a daily basis… And therefore my motive for taking her to homecoming is highly suspect.”
“You’re not planning to do anything to … embarrass her, are you?”
“No, sir,” I said quickly, shocked by the accusation.
“This is a wholesome novel! Like Twilight, all the ‘good’ people never have sex before marriage and are asexual until they meet their one tru luv!”
Landon quickly explains that he “needed someone to go with, and I asked her. It’s as simple as that.”
“You don’t have any pranks planned?”
“No, sir. I wouldn’t do that to her… .”
“Even though my friends and I have been known to sneak out late and soap up car windows. But believe me… I would never do any pranks.”
This went on for a few more minutes-his grilling me about my true intentions,
Landon is thankful that Jamie has entered the room.
He breathes “a sigh of relief” and is happy that Hegbert “finally stopped.”
What a dickweed!
She’d put on a nice blue skirt and a white blouse I’d never seen before. Fortunately she’d left her sweater in the closet.
It wasn’t too bad, I had to admit, though I knew she’d still be underdressed compared with others at the dance.
As always, her hair was pulled up in a bun. Personally I think it would have looked better if she’d kept it down, but that was the last thing I wanted to say.
And Landon still hasn’t gotten the memo that it is rude to criticize someone’s attire.
Jamie looked like … well, Jamie looked exactly like she usually did,
but at least she wasn’t planning on bringing her Bible. That would have just been too much to live down.
Jamie is acting bubbly and asks Landon if Hegbert was giving him a hard time.
Before Hegbert can respond, Landon says “We were just visiting.”
Yet the response doesn’t make any sense.
They are all in Hegbert’s house.
And since Landon is the only person that doesn’t live there…
Logically, Landon is visiting Jamie and Hegbert.
And by the by…
It would make sense if Landon just said: “We were just talking”.
For some reason I didn’t think he’d told Jamie about the kind of person he thought I was,
and I didn’t think that now would be a good time.
“Well, we should probably go,” she said after a moment. I think she sensed the tension in the room.
Jamie walks over to her father and kissed him on the cheek. She tells him not to stay up late. And Hegbert promises her that he won’t.
Even with me in the room, I could tell he really loved her and wasn’t afraid to show it.
A parent is supposed to love their child, YOU TWAT!
It was how he felt about me that was the problem.
“How can anyone hate me? I am a wonderful human being. I also have a dizzying intellect and a rapier wit.”
They both say goodbye to Hegbert and then head towards the car. Landon opens the door for Jamie.
Landon then tells her that he’ll show her how to pin on a corsage.
But she has already pinned it on. And Landon starts the car.
As they are heading towards the school, Jamie remarks that her dad thinks that Landon is irresponsible.
She then adds that Hegbert dislikes Landon and his family.
Landon is pissed off, thinking to himself: I get the picture.
“But do you know what I think?” she asked suddenly.
I bet it has something to do with God or His plan.
“Not really.” By then I was pretty depressed.
“I think that all this was in the Lord’s plan somehow. What do you think the message is?”
Here we go, I thought to myself.
You know what?
Those are my exact thoughts every time that J.K. Rowling retcons Harry Potter or writes problematic content (ex: History of Magic in North America)…
Anywho, Landon starts to bitch and moan.
Landon complains that “most of my friends kept their distance” and because Jamie “didn’t have many friends to begin with”, he spent most of the night with her.
Even worse, it turned out that my presence wasn’t even required anymore.
He can’t just say that he no longer needed a date.
Instead, Landon makes it sound like he is a prince being requested to attend a ball.
It turns out that the school changed the rule because Carey couldn’t get a date.
And this makes Landon “pretty miserable”.
But because of what her father had said to me, I couldn’t exactly take her home early, now, could I?
Landon says that Jamie is “really having a good time” and loves “everything about the dance.”
Jamie then asks if he could help her decorate the church one day and he mumbles sure.
To be honest, I was depressed for at least the first hour, though she didn’t seem to notice.
Jamie had to be home by eleven o’clock, an hour before the dance ended, which made it somewhat easier for me to handle.
Fuck you, Landon!
Landon is pleasantly surprised that Jamie is “pretty good dancer, considering it was her first time and all.”
After dancing for a bit, they head over to the tables and talk.
Sure, she threw in words like “faith” and “joy” and even “salvation,” and she talked about helping the orphans and scooping critters off the highway,
but she was just so damn happy,
it was hard to stay down for long.
Landon adds that things got worse when Lew and Angela showed up.
He was wearing that stupid T-shirt, Camels in his sleeve, and a glop of hair gel on his head.
“Ignore the fact that I called him a ‘real winner.’”
Angela is drunk and is clinging to Lew.
Her dress was really flashy-
Translation?
Because in the world of Nicholas Sparks, women who wear attractive clothes are sluts.
While the “good” women are natural beauties who wear plain clothing.
her mother worked in a salon and was up on all the latest fashions-
Even though you can know about the latest fashions without working at a salon.
There is a newfangled thing called “fashion magazines”.
and I noticed she’d picked up that ladylike habit called chewing gum.
I know this is a minor nitpick…
But it is something worth noting.
Out of twenty-one books Nicholas Sparks written so far (minus his latest novel Every Breath), five books mention gum chewing.
And the characters fall into these categories:
Unladylike: A Walk to Remember
Promiscuous/Sluty Women (subtly implied or strongly implied): The Guardian (subtle).
Not Depicted in a Negative Light: The Wedding (because the person chewing gum was a daughter of the main character).
Annoying/Described in a Negative Fashion: The Last Song (annoying), See Me (compulsive).
Annoying and Associated with Promiscuous Women: The Lucky One
I’m sensing a pattern…
She really worked that gum, chewing it almost like a cow working her cud.
It turns out that Lew spiked the punch bowl. And by the time that the teachers find out, most of the students are drunk.
When I saw Angela gobble up her second glass of punch, I knew I should keep my eye on her. Even though she’d dumped me, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.
Even though Landon has been an insufferable prick that sneers at others with delusions of a Wildean wit…
We are supposed to be applauding Landon for being such a kind and caring guy.
She was the first girl I’d ever French-kissed, and even though our teeth clanked together so hard the first time we tried it that I saw stars and had to take aspirin when I got home,
I still had feelings for her.
“I’m such a good human being! Believe me!”
So there I was, sitting with Jamie, barely listening as she described the wonders of Bible school,
Landon is looking at Angela out of the corner of his eye when Lew notices.
He grabs Angela around the waist and drags her over to the table. Lew then gives Landon “one of those looks, the one that ‘means business’.”
He asks if Landon was “staring at my girl?”
Here’s another thing from Twilight: treating women like property.
Landon quickly says no. But Angela insists that he was and remarks how Landon used to be her boyfriend.
After hearing information that the reader already about, Lew glares at Landon.
I guess I have this effect on lots of people.
It is a normal reaction when dealing with a douchebag.
Lew sneers, saying that Landon is “the one.”
Now, I’m not much of a fighter.
“Instead, I’m a douchebag.”
The only real fight I was ever in was in third grade, and I pretty much lost that one when I started to cry even before the guy punched me.
“See readers? I’m a lover not a fighter! So adore me!”
Usually I didn’t have much trouble staying away from things like this because of my passive nature,
“And ignore the fact that I’m a vile human being with an ego the size of Texas. I’m clearly perfect husband material.”
and besides, no one ever messed with me when Eric was around.
“It’s great to have a friend that acts as my own personal bodyguard!”
Landon laments that Eric is with Margaret “probably behind the bleachers.”
And in the YA world of Nicholas Sparks, they are probably just kissing and holding hands.
Anywho…
Landon insists that he wasn’t staring and he doubts whatever Angela told him was true.
This infuriates Lew and he asks if Landon is “calling Angela a liar?”
Oops.
It’s time to sit back and have some popcorn because the show is about to begin.
Unfortunately, Landon is saved by the bell Jamie.
Jamie is her usual cheery self and asks if she knows Lew.
Sometimes Jamie seemed oblivious of situations that were happening right in front of her.
Jamie rattles off some details about Lew: where he works, his father’s name, where his grandmother lives, along with whether or not he is circumcised.
Okay, not the last item on the list.
Lew is confused by Jamie’s information dump. Personally, I’d be concerned if I’m standing in front of a stalker.
“How do you know all that? What he’d do, tell you about me, too?”
“No,” Jamie said, “don’t be silly.”
She laughed to herself. Only Jamie could find humor at a time like this.
Or she could be trying to defuse a hostile situation, you twit!
Jamie explains that she saw Lew’s picture in his grandmother’s house when she was helping to bring in the groceries.
Lew was looking at Jamie as though she had cornstalks growing out of her ears.
Because in order for Landon to be the best thing since sliced bread…
Lew has to be a moron.
Jamie starts to fan herself and offers for Angela and Lew to sit down and join them.
Jamie’s friendliness baffles Lew.
Unlike those of us who were used to this sort of thing, he’d never come across someone like Jamie before.
If it sounds confusing to you, imagine what it was doing to Lew’s petroleum-damaged brain.
I’m blinded by this Christlike love and kindness.
Eventually, Lew finally decides to walk away, taking Angela with him.
Angela had probably forgotten how the whole thing started anyway, owing to the amount she’d had to drink.
Landon stops holding his breath once Angela and Lew are far away.
Landon is also astonished that Jamie saved him from “grave bodily harm.” He then thanks her.
This causes Jamie to give him a strange look.
“For what?” she asked, and when I didn’t exactly spell it out for her, she went right back into her story about Bible school, as if nothing had happened at all.
Why is this story so fucking inconsistent?
Because of Jamie’s heroism, Landon decides to do this:
But this time I found myself actually listening to her, at least with one of my ears. It was the least I could do.
Later on, Angela starts projectile vomiting in the girl’s bathroom.
Lew, being the classy guy he was, left when he heard her retching, sort of slinking out the way he came in, and that was the last I saw of him.
Look who’s acting high and mighty!
This is the same “protagonist” who barely listens to his date and is a major douchebag.
Jamie, as fate would have it, was the one who found Angela in the bathroom, and it was obvious that Angela wasn’t doing too well.
Landon concludes that they need to clean Angela “up and take her home before the teachers found out about it.”
Getting drunk was a big deal back then, and she’d be looking at suspension, maybe even expulsion, if she got caught.
Underage drinking is still a big deal, you blockhead!
and she’d be looking at suspension, maybe even expulsion, if she got caught.
You mean that the school would actually punish a student who broke the rules?
And I thought they only rapped students on the knuckles if they misbehaved!
Thanks for informing me, Nicholas Sparks.
Jamie, bless her heart, didn’t want that to happen any more than I did
Landon is surprised that Jamie doesn’t want Angela to get into trouble.
She’d also broken another one of Hegbert’s rules for proper behavior.
Landon goes on to say that while Hegbert hates law-breaking and drinking, “it didn’t get him going like fornication.”
we all knew he was deadly serious
Because sex that isn’t for the purpose of procreation is simply diabolical!
and we assumed Jamie felt the same way.
Or to quote Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory:
So, I will condemn you internally while maintaining an outward appearance of acceptance.
And maybe she did, but her helper instinct must have taken over.
No, no, no!
Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
She probably took one look at Angela and thought “wounded critter” or something like that
That’s right, gentlepersons.
Angela is being compared to a wounded animal.
So Eric stands guard outside while Jamie and Landon clean up the bathroom.
Angela had done a marvelous job, I tell you. The puke was everywhere except the toilet. The walls, the floor, the sinks-even on the ceiling, though don’t ask me how she did that.
What a judgemental asshole!
So there I was, perched on all fours, cleaning up puke at the homecoming dance in my best blue suit,
which was exactly what I had wanted to avoid in the first place.
“It’s not easy being a silently suffering saint.”
Landon is quick to say that Jamie is doing the same thing.
I could practically hear Carey laughing a squeaky, maniacal laugh somewhere in the distance.
All aboard the Crazy Train! Next stop: the lunatic asylum!
They sneak Angela out of the school through the back door of the gym. And Angela wants to know where Lew is located.
but Jamie told her not to worry. She had a real soothing way of talking to Angela
Enough with dehumanizing Angela!
Anyway, they get her into the backseat of Landon’s car. But then Angela vomits and then passes out.
The smell was so awful that we had to roll down the windows to keep from gagging, and the drive to Angela’s house seemed extra long.
So after copying the tactic of “doing someone a favor and then bitching about it incessantly” from Anastasia Rose Steele, Landon arrives at Angela’s house.
Her mother answered the door, took one look at her daughter, and brought her inside without so much as a word of thanks.
Either because of the editor alerted Nicholas Sparks that Landon sounded like a horse’s ass or Sparks realized it….
Landon quickly backpedaled.
He says that: I think she was embarrassed, and we really didn’t have much to say to her anyway.
In other words?
Ignore the fact that Landon took a situation and made it all about him.
Anyway, Landon drops Jamie off at ten forty-five.
I was really worried when we got there because of the way she looked and smelled,
and I said a silent prayer hoping that Hegbert wasn’t awake.
I didn’t want to have to explain this to him.
Please do! But first, give me some time to make the popcorn.
Oh, he’d probably listen to Jamie if she was the one who told him about it,
I bet she would.
I can hear the conversation right now:
“Daddy? I’m home! Today I did a good deed by saving a miserable li’l critter named Angela…”
but I had the sinking feeling that he’d find a way to blame me anyway.
And then probably kill you for exposing his sweet little angel to drunkenness and sin.
So I walked her to the door, and we stood outside under the porchlight.
Jamie crossed her arms and smiled a little, looking just as if she’d come in from an evening stroll where she’d contemplated the beauty of the world.
“I’m a Special Snowflake, yes indeed. And I only exist so I can die tragically in order to cause the main character anguish and to preach at the readers.”
Landon asks not to mention this to her father.
Jamie assures Landon that she won’t and thanks him for taking her to the dance.
Here she was, covered in puke, actually thanking me for the evening.
Why are you repeating things that the reader already knows about?
And…
Jamie Sullivan could really drive a guy crazy sometimes.