his wife left him 10 years ago, the day after Raymond, their youngest, graduated from high school.
âItâs his eyes,â Gina said once. âTheyâre like little BBâs. And he doesnât look right at you when he talks.â
Sandyâs been a homemaker most of her adult life, the only one of them to finish college. Her kids are grown and gone. She could get a job now, but she makes no secret of her desire to never âpunch a time-clock again.â She was a sixth-grade teacher for three years after she married, and she hasnât been back. Every time Jack sees her, she seems out of breath. Sheâs been sure for 20 years that she has cancer, but so far the doctors have been unable to find it.
Jack does not have that many fond memories of his childhood, although he thinks that he should. To hear everyone talk about it later, he was spoiled rotten, the apple of everyoneâs eye, The Baby.
He remembers being something of a fifth wheel, a pest to his older siblings and something of a burden to parents who were not young enough to chase him around the yard, playing tag or ball the way they had with the other two. Kenneth and Ellen were still in their early 20s when Mike and Sandy were born.
It wasnât until he showed some aptitude at sports that he remembers getting much voluntary attention from his older siblings.
âSo,â Mike says, looking almost at him, âhowâd the reunion go? Surprised you could make it up this early.â
âIt was OK. Mostly people I see all the time anyhow. Gerald Prince was there. You remember Jerry Prince?â
Mike laughs as he flicks an ash into the Coke can next to his lawn chair. Theyâre on the porch because Sandy wonât let him smoke inside. Sheâs afraid it might hurt the sale value.
âThe Little Princess? Good God, I hadnât thought about him in some time. Heâs in New York, is that right?â
They hear a truck start up in the side yard and see Brady roar past, not looking in their direction, peeling a little rubber as he turns left out of the driveway, toward town.
âI told him he ought to be out of here by 2,â Jack says, in way of explaining why his son has not chosen to speak to them.
Sandy is passing out paper plates, admonishing them to put all the chicken bones and other trash in the white plastic bag sheâs attached to the side of the porch table.
âJack,â she says, âhowâs the book coming? Are you almost done? I mean, is it finished?â
He tells her it is finished, and she makes a show at seeming excited by this. At least, Jack think, she tries. Mike told him, a month after he sold his rig, that he thought heâd lost his mind.
âSo, how much ⦠I mean, do you think somebodyâll want to pay you something for it?â Sandy asks.
âDunno,â Jack says, gnawing on a drumstick. âI sure hope so.â
âYou donât have us in there, do you?â Mike is looking more or less at him. âIâve heard of people that just totally embarrassed their families by writing shit about them in books.â
Sandy gives Mike a sharp look. âJack wouldnât do that. He wouldnât embarrass us. And donât talk like that.â
âJust asking.â
Jack explains to his older brother, again, that itâs a novel, that itâs fiction.
âThat means made up,â he says.
âI know what fiction is,â Mike tells him, glaring out across the yard. âYou ainât talking to an idiot. Hell, Iâve got more education than you do.â
True. Mike went through two years of junior college.
Jack asked them to come out here. You donât know, he told Mike, how many more times weâll be able to be together in the old place. Somebody might buy it next week.
âIf thereâs a god,â Mike said, but he and Sandy both were able to free up some time from their busy schedules. For Mike,
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