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The minute the engine roared to life, the stereo came on. Some guy with a twangy voice was singing about the pocket of a clown.
Neither one of them said anything. As the landscape changed, going from city gray to country green, Julia began to feel like an idiot for sparring with her sister. How was it that, even after all these distant and separate years, they immediately fell into their childhood roles? One look at each other and they were adolescents again.
They were
family,
as specious as that connection sometimes felt, and they ought to be able to get along. Besides, she was a psychiatrist, for God’s sake, a specialist in interpersonal dynamics, and here she was acting like the younger sister who wasn’t invited to play with the big kids.
“Why don’t you tell me why I’m here,” she finally said.
“I’ll tell you at the house. I have a lot of photographs to show you. I’m afraid you won’t believe me otherwise.”
Julia glanced at her. “So it
is
a rescue mission. There’s no real reason I’m here.”
“Oh, there’s a reason. We have a little girl who needs help. But it’s . . . complicated.”
Julia didn’t know if she believed that, but she knew that Ellie did things in her own way and in her own time. There was no point in asking further questions. The better course of action was a neutral topic. Small talk. “How’s your friend Penelope?”
“She’s good. Raising teenagers is killing her, though.” Ellie immediately winced, as if realizing she shouldn’t have paired teenager and killing in the same sentence. “Sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it, El. Teenagers are difficult. How old are they?”
“A fourteen-year-old boy and a sixteen-year-old girl.”
“Tough ages.”
Ellie smiled. “The girl—Tara—keeps wanting to pierce body parts and get tattoos. It’s making Pea’s husband insane.”
“And Penelope? How’s she handling it?”
“Great. Well . . . unless you consider her weight gain. In the past year, she’s gone on every diet known to man. Last week she started smoking. She says it’s how the stars do it.”
“That and throwing up,” Julia said.
Ellie nodded. “How’s Philip?”
Julia was surprised by the swift pain that came with his name. If only she could say:
He stopped loving me.
Maybe Ellie could get her to laugh about her broken heart. As a shrink, she knew it would be a good move, that kind of honesty. It might open a door that had been closed for most of their lives. Instead, she said, “We broke up last year. I’m too busy—I mean, I
was
too busy—for love.”
Ellie laughed at that. “Too busy for love. Are you crazy?”
For the next two hours they alternated between meaningless conversation and meaningful silences. Julia worked hard to find questions that brought them together and stayed away from answers that caused separation. They barely mentioned their father, and stayed away from memories of Mom.
They came to the Rain Valley exit and turned off the highway. On the long, winding forest road that led to childhood, Julia found herself tensing up. Here, amidst the towering trees, she started to feel small again. Insignificant.
“I was going to sell the place, move closer to town, but every time I get close to listing it, I find another repair that needs to be done,” Ellie said on the way out of town. “I don’t need a shrink to tell me I’m afraid to leave it.”
“It’s just a house, El.”
“I guess that’s how we’re different, Jules. To you, it’s three bedrooms, two baths, and a kitchen-dining-living room. To me, it’s the best childhood ever. It’s where I caught dragonflies in a glass jar and let my little sister braid my hair with flowers.” Her voice dropped a little. She gave Julia a meaningful look, then turned onto their driveway. “It’s where my parents loved each other for almost three decades.”
Julia wouldn’t let herself disagree with that, although they both knew it was a lie. A fable. “So,
Neither one of them said anything. As the landscape changed, going from city gray to country green, Julia began to feel like an idiot for sparring with her sister. How was it that, even after all these distant and separate years, they immediately fell into their childhood roles? One look at each other and they were adolescents again.
They were
family,
as specious as that connection sometimes felt, and they ought to be able to get along. Besides, she was a psychiatrist, for God’s sake, a specialist in interpersonal dynamics, and here she was acting like the younger sister who wasn’t invited to play with the big kids.
“Why don’t you tell me why I’m here,” she finally said.
“I’ll tell you at the house. I have a lot of photographs to show you. I’m afraid you won’t believe me otherwise.”
Julia glanced at her. “So it
is
a rescue mission. There’s no real reason I’m here.”
“Oh, there’s a reason. We have a little girl who needs help. But it’s . . . complicated.”
Julia didn’t know if she believed that, but she knew that Ellie did things in her own way and in her own time. There was no point in asking further questions. The better course of action was a neutral topic. Small talk. “How’s your friend Penelope?”
“She’s good. Raising teenagers is killing her, though.” Ellie immediately winced, as if realizing she shouldn’t have paired teenager and killing in the same sentence. “Sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it, El. Teenagers are difficult. How old are they?”
“A fourteen-year-old boy and a sixteen-year-old girl.”
“Tough ages.”
Ellie smiled. “The girl—Tara—keeps wanting to pierce body parts and get tattoos. It’s making Pea’s husband insane.”
“And Penelope? How’s she handling it?”
“Great. Well . . . unless you consider her weight gain. In the past year, she’s gone on every diet known to man. Last week she started smoking. She says it’s how the stars do it.”
“That and throwing up,” Julia said.
Ellie nodded. “How’s Philip?”
Julia was surprised by the swift pain that came with his name. If only she could say:
He stopped loving me.
Maybe Ellie could get her to laugh about her broken heart. As a shrink, she knew it would be a good move, that kind of honesty. It might open a door that had been closed for most of their lives. Instead, she said, “We broke up last year. I’m too busy—I mean, I
was
too busy—for love.”
Ellie laughed at that. “Too busy for love. Are you crazy?”
For the next two hours they alternated between meaningless conversation and meaningful silences. Julia worked hard to find questions that brought them together and stayed away from answers that caused separation. They barely mentioned their father, and stayed away from memories of Mom.
They came to the Rain Valley exit and turned off the highway. On the long, winding forest road that led to childhood, Julia found herself tensing up. Here, amidst the towering trees, she started to feel small again. Insignificant.
“I was going to sell the place, move closer to town, but every time I get close to listing it, I find another repair that needs to be done,” Ellie said on the way out of town. “I don’t need a shrink to tell me I’m afraid to leave it.”
“It’s just a house, El.”
“I guess that’s how we’re different, Jules. To you, it’s three bedrooms, two baths, and a kitchen-dining-living room. To me, it’s the best childhood ever. It’s where I caught dragonflies in a glass jar and let my little sister braid my hair with flowers.” Her voice dropped a little. She gave Julia a meaningful look, then turned onto their driveway. “It’s where my parents loved each other for almost three decades.”
Julia wouldn’t let herself disagree with that, although they both knew it was a lie. A fable. “So,
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