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then put it back on her plate. “She’s pretty great. Really. I mean she puts up with me.”
    “Must be a saint,” said Jay, grinning.
    Mimi made as if to throw her napkin at him. Then she turned to Lou. “Marc is so downtown, so SoHo. I just can’t believe he ever lived here. Like, hello?”
    Lou laughed. “You’re right. A recipe for disaster. I wanted a family. I wanted my own medical practice. And so when Marc was set up with a gallery and all, we decided on a trial period here in Ladybank. He could paint anywhere, right? That was the plan. I got a yearlong job as a temp for a doctor at the clinic who was going on maternity leave.”
    “And you caught the bug,” said Jo.
    Lou smiled and sipped her wine.
    “Did he, like, hate it?” asked Mimi.
    Lou considered the question. “Actually, you’ve nailed it,” she said. “He like-hated it. He missed the city, but he had that boyish enthusiasm about things.”
    “Still does. Well, sort of.”
    “He taught some night classes at the college, enjoyed being a big fish in a little pond. He took up kayaking. We both did. Then he found the old place on the snye, and he was just as happy as a clam. For a while. Which is when I made a very serious mistake.”
    “Uh-oh,” said Mimi, glancing at Jo.
    Jo laughed. “Not me! I was the mistake she made later.”
    “It was me,” said Jay. “Right?”
    Lou nodded and smiled across the table. “You bet. The best mistake I ever made,” she said. Then she raised her glass to Jo. “Sorry, darling,” she added.
    Jo chortled, not at all offended. It was getting dark and she went for candles. The others waited for her to return, each of them lost in thought.
    Then Jo was back, and in the new flickering light, the story continued.
    “Marc started spending more and more time upriver,” said Lou. She chuckled, as if “upriver” was a euphemism. It was funny, thought Jay. This story was for Mimi, and yet it was news to him as well. He’d never really asked about his father. His mother was smiling at him as if she had just realized the same thing. “The fatter I got with child, the less time he was around. It was as if my growing body was pushing him out the door. I’m not stupid. I could see what was happening. But you know something? I didn’t really care.”
    “No?” said Mimi.
    “No. I think I already knew by then that Marc was a biological necessity, little more. Cute and entertaining but, well…” She smiled again at Jay. “It was clear to me,” she said, “that whoever the child I was carrying turned out to be, it would probably not end up with Marc’s last name.”
    Jay looked at Mimi. “You don’t have his name, either.”
    “I used to,” she said. “But when I was ten, Mom got it legally changed to hers.”
    “He didn’t care?”
    “He didn’t dare! He’d have been crazy to take her on! Anyway, he never spent a dime on support. And, to tell you the truth, I don’t think my mom would have accepted his money.”
    “But he’s part of your life?” asked Jay. “Now, I mean?”
    “Yeah. Well, sort of. It’s not exactly a typical father-daughter relationship.”
    She looked down. How strange it would be, thought Jay, to feel as if you always had to distance yourself from someone. But stranger still, that the someone Mimi was distancing herself from was his father, too. Someone he didn’t even know.
    “He was never a part of my life,” said Jay.
    “Well, don’t be too sad,” said Mimi.
    “I’m not really sad.”
    “Wistful?” asked Jo.
    “I guess.”
    Jay looked at Mimi. “It’s weird—I don’t even know what he looks like.”
    Mimi has been slouching, tired, fading. Suddenly she sat bolt upright. “I can fix that,” she said. “I’ve got footage of him on my camcorder.”
    And so Mimi went out to the car for her camcorder. And when she came in, everyone was clearing the table, but they stopped as she opened the JVC.
    “Nice unit,” said Jay.
    “Lots of memory,” she said,