everyone.
âThese kind of dreams, they were pretty much the only color in my life. Anyway, it was Linda who finally made me see a therapist.â
âWhat does your therapist think of all this? What weâre doing.â
âI havenât talked to her about it. Which is something I should talk to her about. Sheâs great, really. Itâs, um, therapeutic to talk to her. But sometimes things will happen and Iâll think, Vivâs the person I want to talk to about that.â
She was often still the one I wanted to talk to, not simply out of habit, but because if she were listening, if she knew about it, whatever it was would be more interesting, more significant. I wavered between believing she felt the same wayâhow could she not?âand sensing that I was deceiving myself. If sheâd really wanted or needed to talk to me, she would have. But it couldnât be that simple, I thought. Our relationship wasnât that simple. No, she must have wanted to talk to me but couldnât bring herself to do so preciselybecause it wasnât that simple and she trusted me to understand that. Unless our relationship really was that simple for her? She had left me with a mystery I tried to solve with circuitous thinking. It was a way to keep her present. It pleased me no end to hear her confirm now that I hadnât merely invented the complexity between us and that I wasnât the only one still holding on to it.
âI know.â
âI know Iâm the one who stopped returning your phone calls. It became hard for me to talk to you. But it was also hard not to talk to you.â
âI know what you mean.â
âYou do?â
Say it. Tell her.
âLee, Iâm pregnant.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre the first person Iâve told.â
âWhatâoh. Oh my god. Thatâsâthatâs wonderful!â she said, her pause giving the lie to her words, as though I had been there a minute ago and was now lost to a world of architecturally significant strollers and bamboo-fiber baby carriers. Lee had once told me that she worried she was never as excited as she was supposed to be when friends told her this news. To mask insensitivity, she said, and perhaps that lonely, quiet panic that the world is leaving you and your aging reproductive system behind, you learn to ask certain questions. How far along are you?! How are you feeling?! Legitimate questions, sincere ones even, but what did it mean if she asked them of me, now? âItâs wonderful. I mean, itâs good, right?â
âYes, itâs good. Andy and I were planning this. Weâre on the same page. When did I start saying things like weâre on the same page ?â
âI know. You hear yourself saying stuff and itâs justâI used to think you could divide the world into things that were cool and things that you held in contempt. But as you get older, thereâs this other category of things that you value just because theyâre comforting and easy.â
âLike when you find yourself watching a commercial for chocolateâtake a break and treat yourself right!âand you think yeah, I do need to take a break and treat myself.â
âRight. Women and chocolate. In the eighties it was all âChocolate is like an orgasm!â Now itâs like chocolate is a respite. Going to the spa without leaving your kitchen. Itâs âyou time.â Which I guess means women used to want sexual satisfaction and now they just want a minute alone.â
âWhat was chocolate in the nineties?â
âGood question.â She thought about it. âHow far along are you? How are you feeling?â
âAbout a month.â
âAnd Iâm the only person who knows?â
âI havenât even been to the doctor. I mean, I called them and they said to come in a couple weeks, that if the home test confirmed it, thatâs a yes. I
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