Perfect Match

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Authors: Jodi Picoult
Tags: Fiction, General, LEGAL, Family Life, Contemporary Women
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There's a part of me that remembers the first job of a mother is to feed her child; and if I can succeed at this one small thing, maybe it will mean I have not completely failed him.
    “Tuna? Ice cream? Pizza?”
    He begins to turn slowly on the stool. At first it is a mistake-a slip of his foot that sets him spinning. Then he does it deliberately. He hears me ask a q uestion and he very purposefully ignores me.
    “Nathaniel.”
    Twirl.
    Something snaps. I am angry at myself, at the world, but because it is easier , I lash out at him. “Nathaniel! I am speaking to you!” He meets my gaze. Then lazily pivots away from me.
    “You will listen to me, now!”
    Into this charming domestic scene walks Patrick. I hear his voice before he finds us in the kitchen. “Armageddon must be coming,” he calls out, “becau se I can't think of any other reason that would keep you away from work two days straight, when-” As he turns the corner, he sees my face and slows do wn, moving with the same care he'd use to enter a crime scene. “Nina,” he a sks evenly, “are you all right?”
    Everything Caleb said about Patrick last night hits me, and I burst into tear s. Not Patrick, too; I couldn't stand for more than one pillar of my world to crumble. I just cannot believe that Patrick might have done this to my son. Here's proof: Nathaniel hasn't run screaming from him.
    Patrick's arms come around me and I swear, if not for that, I would sink onto the floor. I hear my voice; it's uncontrollable, a verbal twitch. “I'm fine. I 'm a hundred percent,“ I say, but my conviction shakes like an aspen leaf. How do you find the words to explain that the life you woke up in yesterday is not the one you woke up in today? How do you describe atrocities that a ren't supposed to exist? As a prosecutor, I have buffeted myself with legal ese-penetration, molestation, victimization-yet not a single one of these t erms is as raw and as true as the sentence Someone raped my son. Patrick's eyes go from Nathaniel to me and back again. Is he thinking tha t I've had a breakdown? That stress has snapped me in half? ”Hey, Weed,“ he says, his old nickname for Nathaniel, who grew by leaps and bounds as an infant. ”You wanna come upstairs with me and get dressed, while your m om, um, wipes down the counter?”
    “No,” I say, at the same moment that Nathaniel bolts from the room.
    “Nina,” Patrick tries again. “Did something happen at Nathaniel's school?”
    “Did something happen at Nathaniel's school,” Nina repeats, the words rolli ng like marbles on her tongue. “Did something happen. Well, that's the $64, 000 question, now, isn't it?”
    He stares at her. If he looks hard enough, he will rind the truth; he always has been able to. At age eleven, he knew that Nina had kissed her first boy , although she had been too embarrassed to tell Patrick; he knew that she'd been accepted to an out-of-state college long before she'd gotten the nerve worked up to confess that she was leaving Biddeford.
    “Someone hurt him, Patrick,” Nina whispers, breaking before his eyes. “Som eone, and I ... I don't know who.”
    A shiver rumbles through his chest. “Nathaniel?”
    Patrick has told parents that their teens have died in a drunken car crash. He has supported widows at the graveside of their suicidal husbands. He has list ened to the stories of women who've lived through rape. The only way to get th rough it is to step back, to pretend you are not part of this civilization, wh ose members cause such grief to each other. But this . . . oh, with this . . . there is no distance.
    Patrick feels his heart grow too large in his chest. He sits with Nina on the floor of her kitchen as she tells him the details of a story he never wanted t o hear. I could walk back through that door, he thinks, and start over. I coul d turn back time.
    “He can't speak,” Nina says. “And I don't know how to make him.” Patrick pulls her back at arm's length. “You do

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