organizing against the war.
Theyâre a little superior about it. During the war I was busy marrying Bruce Andalusia, who had a good lottery number and wasnât drafted. I tried not to think about Vietnam. Now and then, all my life, Iâve imagined myself tossing something over my left shoulder with my right hand, walking on and not seeing where it falls. I tossed the war like a button I pulled off my coat and didnât keep to sew on again.
Now my mother said to Pekko, âI promised Daphne Iâd ask if you have room for her anywhere.â
âShe getting evicted?â
âOh, no,â said Roz, âbut her place is expensive.â
âHow old are her kids?â Pekko said.
âI think nine and seven.â
âI suppose sheâll pay the rent if itâs me.â
âOf course,â Roz said. âThank you.â
âI havenât done anything yet,â Pekko said. He climbed the stairs at his steady pace.
Iâd offered my mother a cup of coffee not to be hospitable but because I wanted one myself. She was too pleased to have had her leaves raked by the remarkable Daphne, and I wanted her to leave so I could call Gordon back. That impulse made me angry with myself, so I drank the coffee too fast and burned my mouth. As I drank, I formed a policy about not making client calls over the weekend.
My mother drank only a few sips of coffee but lingered, talking about my brothers. The oldest of us, Carl, is gay and lives with a man and two adopted children. Stephen is still married to his first wife, and they have a daughter. Sometimes I am sure Roz is about to blame me for being childless, but the truth is that Roz doesnât want me to be more conventional than I am. She wants to prove that sheâs as unconventional as I, and she wants me to delight her with stories. That day she probably hoped for confidences and intimate talk. When I was single, I often told her about my men. She didnât disapprove, nor did she grow wistful as I aged out of my fertile years, but prided herself on her appreciation of another way.
Married, though, Iâd gone into our bedroom, so to speak, and closed the door. I thought my mother disapproved not of any way of life but of people who donât know how to get what they want. Possibly, these days, my silence made her think I was unhappy, but I didnât want to talk about Pekko. Now she said, âAfter she finished raking, she came inside and I gave her a glass of water. Then we talked for an hour. I couldnât believe it when I saw the clock. I never do that with anybody but you. Sheâs a lonely person. She hasnât time for boyfriends, just taking care of those kids. All of a sudden she looked at her watch and skedaddledâtime for school to let out. Sheâs so skinny she looks twenty, but sheâs past forty. Would you have guessed that?â
âYes,â I said.
âHow well does she know Pekko?â she asked.
âHow should I know?â Finally my mother left, and I called Gordon right away. He needed to change our next appointment. And he wanted to know if I minded that he wouldnât be in the office while I worked. Heâd just let me in and leave. I said Iâd be fine.
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K atya was tall and wide, given to exaggerated gestures and mild bullying (âUse your body, Daisy! This isnât radio!â) but maddeningly wary of deciding anything definitely. While the rest of usâexcept for Murielâsat on the floor, Katya would pace, looming hugely when she came near. Sheâd expostulateâand then say, âBut what do you guys think?â
I found I looked forward to rehearsals, though after each one I promised myself Iâd quit. Then Iâd decide to stay in but keep silent as much as possible. Yet I always went, and talked a lot, both in character and out of it. As Iâd begin to move around the area we called the stageâwith exaggerated
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