them?â she said.
I told her I wouldnât be able to live with the subject for the time it would take to complete it.
âBeth,â I said, âhow long are you going to stay here with me? Not that I wouldnât like it to be forever. I was just wondering about your jobâ¦â
âI donât really know.â She sat in a chair that faced halfway away from me. âI loved it in the beginning. I loved seeing my name on the masthead.â
I nodded, knowing the feeling. But it was Andy, she told me in the most roundabout way, who wanted her to stay at Scrappy. Was it the paycheck? It seemed that was a part of it. He wasnât bringing in any money, but he would graduate soon; he had been just about promised a job in one of the firms hard at work on designing a plan for Ground Zero. âAn entry-level job, but itâs a high-visibility placeâand his uncleâs one of the partners.â
âThatâll do it,â I said. âAnd why not? Why not make use of every door open even just a crack? Heâd be stupid not to.â
âUsing pull,â Beth said, as if she were considering this amazing concept for the first time. âAndyâs not stupid.â
Again, I asked her what she had told her boss, Maria, when sheâd come up here. âI saved a bunch of sick days I didnât use. Then Maria told me to take an extra few days if I needed to. She likes me, she likes my work. I guess she doesnât want me to leave. Jesus, I donât even wear lipstick. And I certainly donât put goop on my eyes. And here I am, advising these teenagers to waste their moneyâ¦â
âDoes Maria like Andy?â
âWhatâs that got to do with anything?â Beth said. âYou know what, Mom, I think youâre hooked on this Andy thing.â Her eyes filmed with tears. I wanted to tell her how lucky she was to be out of his clutches but, wisely, bit my tongue. Instead, I apologized and suggested we drive into town. âIâd like to see Tom,â I said. Beth brightened somewhat and said she thought that was a good idea. Then she stuck it to me. âWhy do you two spend so much time apart?â
This was sort of abrupt. But I guess she had every right to ask me this. It was an odd arrangement, more interesting in what it suggested than in what it really wasâor so I thought at the time.
âWhat do you think, Beth?â
âWho cares what I think. But itâs not my idea of marriage.â
âI care, Beth.â She turned away as it occurred to me that maybe she didnât really want to know.
âOkay, weâll go to Boston. I can miss the stop-the-Stop & Shop meeting and my lunch group. Iâm tired of this place.â I was lying. I almost never tire of Truro. The longer I live here, the more I admire the land and its moods. I like being here by myself and working in the quiet and the occasional wind. Beth canât understand this, but she will when she acquires some patience. Itâs not that I donât miss Tom, because I do, but itâs not an ache the way it used to be when we were living apart; itâs that I like our conversations, I like to watch his brain at work and Iâm delighted that he seems to enjoy being with me. I donât even particularly mind his libertarian take on things; itâs a good corrective for my going off half-cocked and always jumping to the left.
When I was in Watertown, I felt like that very rich woman they used to write about in the gossip columns who owned four houses and had a complete wardrobe stashed away in each one so she wouldnât have to bother with the business of packing each time she moved from one to the other. âI only need a teeny overnight bag,â she was supposed to have said. I have two sets of art materials. So itâs no big deal with my work. But the pace is different; the air isnât so clean; the noise, even on quiet Whitman
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