Miss Lorraine says quietly and Ila is thrilled but even as she hears the words she sees something dark move across the womanâs face. What she sees there is so troubling that she has to look away, toward the pictures on the wall, seeking comfort in the assembled mass of confident faces and gestures. But thereâs nothing there to calm her and she turns back to Miss Lorraine with some hesitation. When their eyes meet, Ila catches the residue of something thatâs already fading, something complicated and terrifying that almost makes her wish she hadnât come here. She feels a sadness that she canât attach to anything. She can recognize, though, that what she saw was some kind of signal, that for a moment Miss Lorraine allowed her an unguarded look at something she had no right to see, though she doesnât understand yet what it is thatâs been communicated. It isnât even about her, she knows somehow, or about Jory, itâs about Miss Lorraine herself. But why did she let Ila see it?
âYes,â the woman says after a while, her expression making it clear she knows what Ila is thinking. âThereâs a stranger. Someone whoâs come here recently.â Ila nods, her heart pounds: itâs Jory, of course. But sheâs still thinking about what she saw in the womanâs eyes. Miss Lorraine says nothing more, though; the next move is Ilaâs.
âThis man,â Ila begins. She wants to ask what will happen between them but, just as it happened earlier, a wave of physical exhaustion passes over her and Ila loses all track of time. When she recovers her attention she realizes at last what it was that Miss Lorraine has let her see: that she is in fact dying, just as Ila has guessed on first hearing her voice, that like Aunt Estrid, she has only a short time left. Ila looks at the womanâs small gray hands on the table. How does she know this, what makes her guess about the womanâs losses, the quarrel with her sister that was never made up, the children who havenât come to visit in years, the death that will come on the very sofa that Ila glimpsed, in the flickering glow of the TV set, a bag of potato chips lying open beside her, the utter loneliness of Miss Lorraineâs final days? Suddenly Ila is crying.
âNow, now,â Miss Lorraine looks at her, her eyes calm. Ila recovers, she blows her nose, composes herself. âYou go on now,â Miss Lorraine says. âWhat were you going to ask?â
All at once Ila understands the terms of the bargain sheâs made with the woman: Miss Lorraine has let her see this about herself in exchange for her silence about something else: she doesnât want to tell Ila what she sees about Joryâs future. At first the idea disturbs herâwhat does the woman see? Ila can feel the trembling in her hands but she breathes deeply, she watches the candleâs flame, and in time sheâs calmer. She doesnât need to know the future, sheâs willing to act in darkness. Still, sheâs curious about Jory and decides to venture a different question. âWill this man ever return to where he came from?â she asks. The woman looks at Ila scrutinizingly. Her face is blank. She shakes her head abstractly. âThings are not clear there,â she says. âI canât say for certain.â Ila can only guess what Miss Lorraine saw about her and Jory but she knows itâs time to leave. I donât care, she tells herself, I donât want to know about the future. I want to be surprised. Acknowledging this, she feels a sudden strength.
But this feeling is checked by her awareness that sheâs never going to see this woman again. âMiss Lorraine, Iâm so â¦â Her eyes are wet.
The womanâs hand goes up. âYou got your life to live.â
Back in the car she has to wait a moment to calm herself before starting for home. Zita, who told her about Miss
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