months older than I am. I was the tomboy, and Marjorie could keep a bow in her hair all day. She didnât own sneakers. Cried when my mother tried to buy them for her. A detail that always troubled me.
âHow did you become a socialite exactly?â I ask.
âI donât know, but the pressure is getting to me,â Marjorie says. âIâm still going out five nights a week. Itâs crazy. I canât even fit at this table anymore. This is so depressing.â
âYouâre pregnant. Cut yourself some slack. Start staying home at night,â I say.
âThereâs just too much going on to stay home and, on top of all that, Dory and Nevin disagree constantly,â Marjorie says.
âFew things are as troubling as when your life coach and your food coach are feuding,â I say. âSeriously, who among us could choose sides?â
âAnd Iâm stuck in the middle,â Marjorie says.
âA person with two watches never knows what time it is,â I say. âFire one of them.â
âEasy for you to say,â Marjorie replies.
âYouâre right. Fire both of them,â I say. âThis is why you have no money, by the way. Which I know was going tobe your next question. They keep signing you up for things you canât afford, and you keep saying yes.â
âYou really care about me, donât you?â Marjorie says. âNo one else talks to me like that.â
â I donât talk to anyone else like that,â I say. Itâs a relief to speak the blunt truth, and to be loved for it instead of loathed.
âIâm so emotional right now, and I hate Malcolm,â Marjorie says. âYou know what I caught him doing this morning?â
âWhat?â I ask.
âSitting down to pee!â Marjorie says.
âThat son of a bitch!â I say.
âItâs not funny,â Marjorie says.
âWellâ¦â I say.
âIâm about to have a baby. I need someone strong. Not a man who sits to pee,â Marjorie says, looking like she may cry.
âMaybe his willingness to sit to pee means heâs the ultimate male. Not afraid of stereotypes and posturing,â I say. âWhy should men have to stand up to pee?â
âHe called you, didnât he? He told you to say that!â Marjorie says.
âIâve been at Sloan-Kettering all morning with Mom,â I say. âShe had some pre-op testing, and sheâs really into the relaxation workshops. I think she has a crush on someone in the class. The lumpectomy happens in a few weeks.â
âIâm really sorry. Iâve been talking about myself thewhole time,â Marjorie says. âHow is Mom doing? She hasnât told me anything. Keeps saying she doesnât want me to stress out while Iâm pregnant. How big is the tumor?â
âSize of a pea,â I say.
âI was going to ask which food they compared it toâorange, grapefruit, cantaloupe. Worried it would sound insensitive,â Marjorie says.
âYou? Insensitive?â I say.
âA pea is good news,â Marjorie says, brightening.
âThatâs what her oncologist said, too,â I say. âBut itâs still hard to get excited about good-bad news. I need to work on that, I guess.â
âHowâs she handling it?â Marjorie asks.
âSheâs in intense organizing mode,â I say. âMeaning very worried.â
âWhat about you?â Marjorie says.
âMelancholy half of the time,â I say. âAnnoyed the other half. But most of the time, you know, things are remarkably the same, which is both comforting and kind of a shame.â
âIt sounds like things are going well, all things considered,â Marjorie says. âEspecially if you donât factor in the part where you quit your job, moved in with Mom, and left Sam just hanging out there.â
âIs that payback for the comment I made