“This is a service dog.”
“You’re not blind.”
“I have an irregular heartbeat and he’s CPR certified2.”
I head up to the office of Dr. Peter Bergen, a psychiatrist3 who happens to be the chairman of the medicalethics board at Providence5 Hospital. I’m here by default: I can’t seem to find my client, who may or may notstill be pursuing her lawsuit6. Frankly7, after the hearing yesterday I was pissed off—I wanted her to come tome. When she didn’t, I went so far as to sit on her doorstep last night for an hour, but no one showed up ather home; this morning, assuming Anna was with her sister, I came to the hospital—only to be told I couldn’tgo in to see Kate. I can’t find Julia, either, although I fully8 expected to see her still waiting yesterday on theother side of the door when Judge and I left after the incident at the courthouse. I asked her sister for a cellnumber, at least, but something tells me that 401-GO2-HELL is out of service.
So, because I have nothing better to do, I’m going to work on my case on the off chance that it still exists.
Bergen’s secretary looks like the kind of woman whose bra size ranks higher than her IQ. “Ooh, a puppy!”
she squeals9. She reaches out to pat Judge.
“Please. Don’t.” I start to come up with one of my ready replies, but why waste it on her? Then I head for thedoor in the back.
There I find a small, squat10 man with a stars-and-stripes bandanna11 over his graying curls, wearing yoga gearand doing Tai Chi. “Busy,” Bergen grunts12.
“Something we have in common, Doctor. I’m Campbell Alexander, the attorney who asked for the charts onthe Fitzgerald girl.”
Arms extended forward, the psychiatrist exhales13. “I sent them over.”
“You sent Kate Fitzgerald’s records. I need Anna Fitzgerald’s.”
“You know,” he replies, “now is not a very good time for me…”
“Don’t let me interrupt your workout.” I sit down, and Judge lies at my feet. “As I was saying—AnnaFitzgerald? Do you have any notes from the ethics4 committee about her?”
“The ethics committee has never convened14 on Anna Fitzgerald’s behalf. It’s her sister who’s the patient.”
I watch him arch his back, then hunch15 forward. “Do you have any idea how many times Anna’s been both anoutpatient and an inpatient in this hospital?”
“No,” Bergen says.
“I’m counting eight.”
“But those procedures wouldn’t necessarily come before the ethics committee. When the physicians agreewith what the patients want, and vice1 versa, there’s no conflict. No reason for us to even hear about it.” Dr.
Bergen lowers the foot he has raised in the air and reaches for a towel to mop under his arms. “We all havefull-time jobs, Mr. Alexander. We’re psychiatrists16 and nurses and doctors and scientists and chaplains. Wedon’t go looking for problems.”
Julia and I leaned against my locker17, having an argument about the Virgin18 Mary. I had been fingering hermiraculous medal—well, actually, it was her collarbone I was after, and the medal had gotten in the way.
“What if,” I said, “she was just some kid who got herself in trouble, and came up with an ingenious way outof it?”
Julia nearly choked. “I think they can even throw you out of the Episcopal Church for that one, Campbell.”
“Think about it—you’re thirteen, or however old they were back then when they were shacking20 up—and youhave a nice little roll in the hay with Joseph, and before you know it your EPT is coming up positive. You caneither face your father’s wrath21, or you can spin a good story. Who’s going to contradict you if you say God’sthe one who knocked you up? Don’t you think Mary’s dad was thinking, ‘I could ground her…but what ifthat causes a plague?’ ”
Just then I jacked open my locker and a hundred condoms spilled out. A bunch of guys from the sailing teammorphed out of their hiding spots, laughing like hyenas22. “Figured you could use a new supply,” one of themsaid.
Well, what was I supposed to do? I smiled.
Before I knew it Julia had taken off. For a girl, she ran goddamn fast. I didn’t catch up to her until the schoolwas a distant smudge behind us. “Jewel,” I said, although I didn’t know what should come after that. It wasnot the first time I had made a girl cry, but it was the first time it hurt me to do it. “Should I have deckedthem all? Is that what you want?”
She rounded on me. “What do you tell them about us when you’re in the locker room?”
“I don’t tell them anything.”
“What do you tell your parents about us?”
“I don’t,” I admitted.
“Fuck you,” she said, and she started running again.
The elevator doors open on the third floor, and there’s Julia Romano. We stare at each other for a moment,and then Judge gets up and starts wagging his tail. “Going down?”
She steps inside and pushes the button for the lobby, already lit. But it makes her lean across me, so that I cansmell her hair—vanilla and cinnamon. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Becoming supremely23 disappointed in the state of American health care. How about you?”
“Meeting with Kate’s oncologist, Dr. Chance.”
“I assume that means we still have a lawsuit?”
Julia shakes her head. “I don’t know. No one in that family’s returning my calls, except for Jesse, and that’sstrictly hormonal24.”
“Did you go up to—”
“Kate’s room? Yeah. They wouldn’t let me in. Something about dialysis.”
“They said the same thing to me,” I tell her.
“Well, if you talk to her—”
“Look,” I interrupt. “I have to assume we still have a hearing in three days until Anna tells me otherwise. Ifthat’s the case, you and I really need to sit down and figure out what the hell is going on in this kid’s life. Doyou want to grab a cup of coffee?”
“No,” Julia says, and she starts to leave.
“Stop.” When I grasp her arm, she freezes. “I know this is uncomfortable for you. It’s uncomfortable for me,too. But just because you and I can’t seem to grow up doesn’t mean Anna shouldn’t have a chance to.” Thisis accompanied by a particularly hangdog look.
Julia folds her arms. “Did you want to write that one down, so you can use it again?”
I burst out laughing. “Jesus, you’re tough—”
“Oh, stuff it, Campbell. You’re so glib25 you probably oil your lips every morning.”
That conjures26 all sorts of images for me, but they involve her body parts.
“You’re right,” she says then.
“Now that I want to write down…” When she starts walking away this time, Judge and I follow.
She heads out of the hospital and down a side street, an alley27, and past a tenement28 before we break into thesunshine again on Mineral Spring Avenue in North Providence. By that time, I’m grateful that my left hand iswrapped tight to the leash29 of a dog with an excessive amount of teeth. “Chance told me that there’s nothingleft to do for Kate,” Julia tells me.
“You mean other than the kidney transplant.”
“No. Here’s the incredible thing.” She stops walking, plants herself in front of me. “Dr. Chance doesn’t thinkKate’s strong enough.”
“And Sara Fitzgerald’s pushing for it,” I say.
“When you think about it, Campbell, you can’t blame her logic30. If Kate’s going to die without the transplantanyway, why not go for it?”
We step delicately around a homeless man and his collection of bottles. “Because the transplant involvesmajor surgery for her other daughter,” I point out. “And putting Anna’s health at risk for a procedure that’snot necessary for her seems a little cavalier.”
Suddenly Julia comes to a halt in front of a small shack19 with a hand-painted sign, Luigi Ravioli. It looks likethe sort of place they keep dark, so that you don’t notice the rats. “Isn’t there a Starbucks nearby?” I ask, justas an enormous bald man in a white apron31 opens the door and nearly knocks Julia over.
“Isobella!” he cries, kissing her on both cheeks.
“No, Uncle Luigi, it’s Julia.”
“Julia?” He pulls back and frowns. “You sure? You ought to cut your hair or something, give us a break.”
“You used to get on my case about my hair when it was short.”
“We got on your case about your hair because it was pink.” He looks at me. “You hungry?”
“We were hoping for some coffee, and a quiet table.”
He grins. “A quiet table?”
Julia sighs. “Not that kind of quiet table.”
“Right, right, everything’s a big secret. Come in, I’ll give you the room in the back.” He glances down atJudge. “Dog stays here.”
“Dog comes,” I respond.
“Not in my restaurant,” Luigi insists.
“He’s a service dog, he can’t stay outside.”
Luigi leans close, a couple of inches away from my face. “You’re blind?”
“Color-blind,” I reply. “He tells me when the traffic lights change.”
Julia’s uncle’s mouth turns down at the corners. “Everyone’s a wiseass today,” he says, and then he leads theway.
For weeks, my mother tried to guess the identity of my girlfriend. “It’s Bitsy, right?—the one we met on theVineyard? Or no, wait, it’s not Sheila’s daughter, the redhead, is it?” I told her over and over it was no oneshe knew, when what I really meant was that Julia was no one she would recognize.
“I know what’s right for Anna,” Julia tells me, “but I’m not sure she’s mature enough to make her owndecisions.”
I pick up another piece of antipasto. “If you think she’s justified32 in filing the petition, then what’s theconflict?”
“Commitment,” Julia says dryly. “Would you like me to define that for you?”
“You know, it’s impolite to unsheathe your claws at the dinner table.”
“Right now, every time Anna’s mom confronts her, she backs off. Every time something happens with Kate,she backs off. And in spite of what she thinks she’s capable of, she hasn’t made a decision of this magnitudebefore—considering what the consequences are going to be to her sister.”
“What if I told you that by the time we have our hearing, she’ll be able to make that decision?”
Julia glances up. “Why are you so sure that’ll happen?”
“I’m always sure of myself.”
She plucks an olive out of the tray between us. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “I remember that.”
spaceAlthough Julia must have had her suspicions, I didn’t tell her about my parents, my house. As we drove intoNewport in my Jeep, I pulled into the driveway of a huge brick mansion33. “Campbell,” Julia said. “You’rekidding.”
I circled the loop of the driveway and turned out the other side. “Yeah, I am.”
That way, when I pulled into the house two driveways down, the sprawling34 Georgian with its rows of beechtrees and its slope to the Bay, it wasn’t quite as imposing35. At the very least, it was smaller than the first place.
Julia shook her head. “Your parents are going to take one look at me and pull us apart with a crowbar.”
“They’re gonna love you,” I told her, the first time I lied to Julia, but not the last.
Julia ducks beneath the table with a plateful of pasta. “Here you go, Judge,” she says. “So what’s with thedog?”
“He translates for my Spanish-speaking clients.”
“Really.”
I grin at her. “Really.”
She leans forward, narrowing her eyes. “You know, I have six brothers. I know how you guys work.”
“Do tell.”
“And give away my trade secrets? I don’t think so.” She shakes her head. “Maybe Anna hired you becauseyou’re just as evasive as she is.”
“She hired me because she saw my name in the paper,” I say. “Nothing more to it than that.”
“But why’d you take her on? This isn’t your usual case.”
“How would you know what my usual case is?”
It is said lightly, a joke, but Julia goes mute, and there’s my answer: all these years, she’s been following mycareer.
Sort of like I’ve been following hers.
I clear my throat, uncomfortable, and point to her face. “You’ve got sauce…over there.”
She lifts her napkin and wipes the side of her mouth, but misses completely. “Did I get it off?” she asks.
Leaning forward with my own napkin, I clean the small spot—but then I don’t move away. My hand rests onher cheek. Our eyes lock, and in that instance, we are young again and learning the shape of each other.
“Campbell,” Julia says, “don’t do this to me.”
“Do what?”
“Push me off the same cliff twice.”
When the cell phone in my coat pocket rings, we both jump. Julia inadvertently knocks over her glass ofChianti while I answer. “No, calm down. Calm down. Where are you? Okay, I’m on my way.” Julia stopsmopping the table as I hang up. “I have to go.”
“Is everything all right?”
“That was Anna,” I say. “She’s at the Upper Darby Police Station.”
On the way back to Providence, I tried to come up with at least one awful death per mile for my parents.
Bludgeoning, scalping. Skinning alive and sprinkling with salt. Pickling in gin, although I don’t knowwhether that would be considered torture or simply Nirvana.
It was possible they saw me sneaking36 into the guest room, bringing Julia down the servants’ stairs to the reardoor of the house. It is possible they could make out our silhouettes37 as we stripped off our clothes and wadedinto the Bay. Maybe they watched her legs wrap around me, watched me lay her down on a bed made ofsweatshirts and flannel38.
Their excuse, given the next morning over eggs Benedict, was an invitation to a party at the Club that night—black-tie, family only. An invitation that, of course, didn’t include Julia. It was so hot out by the time wepulled up to her house that some enterprising boy had pried39 open the fire hydrant, and kids bounced likepopcorn through the stream. “Julia, I never should have dragged you home to meet my parents.”
“There’s a lot of stuff you shouldn’t do,” she admitted. “And most of it involves me.”
“I’ll call you before graduation,” I said, as she kissed me and got out of the Jeep.
But I didn’t call. And I didn’t meet up with her at graduation. And she thinks she knows why, but she doesn’t.
The curious thing about Rhode Island is that it has absolutely no feng shui. By this I mean that there’s a LittleCompton, but no Big Compton. There’s an Upper Darby but no Lower Darby. There are all sorts of placesdefined in terms of something else that doesn’t actually exist.
Julia follows me in her own car. Judge and I must break a land-speed record, because it seems less than fiveminutes have passed since the phone call and the moment we walk into the station to find Anna hystericalbeside the desk sergeant40. She flies toward me, frantic41. “You’ve got to help,” she cries. “Jesse got arrested.”
“What?” I stare at Anna, who tore me away from a very good meal, not to mention a conversation I reallywould rather have followed to its conclusion. “Why is this my problem?”
“Because I need you to get him out,” Anna explains slowly, as if I am a moron42. “You’re a lawyer.”
“I’m not his lawyer.”
“But can’t you be?”
“Why don’t you call your mother,” I suggest. “I hear she’s taking new clients.”
Julia whacks43 me on the arm. “Shut up.” She turns to Anna. “What happened?”
“Jesse stole a car and he got nailed.”
“Give me more details,” I say, already regretting this.
“It was a Humvee, I think. A big, yellow one.”
There’s one big yellow Humvee in this entire state, and it belongs to Judge Newbell. A headache beginsbetween my eyes. “Your brother stole a judge’s car, and you want me to get him out?”
Anna blinks at me. “Well, yeah.”
Jesus. “Let me go talk to the officer.” Leaving Anna in Julia’s care, I walk to the desk sergeant, who—I swearit—is already laughing at me. “I’m representing Jesse Fitzgerald,” I sigh.
“Sorry to hear that.”
“It was Judge Newbell’s, wasn’t it?”
The officer smiles. “Yup.”
I take a deep breath. “The kid doesn’t have a record.”
“That’s because he just turned eighteen. He’s got a juvy record a mile long.”
“Look,” I say. “His family’s going through a lot right now. One sister’s dying; the other one is suing herparents. Can you cut me a break here?”
The officer looks over at Anna. “I’ll talk to the AG for you, but you’d better plead the kid, because I’m quitesure Judge Newbell doesn’t want to come testify.”
After a little more negotiation44 I walk back toward Anna, who leaps up the minute she sees me. “Did you fixit?”
“Yeah. But I’m never doing this again, and I’m not done with you.” I stalk toward the rear of the station,where the holding cells are.
Jesse Fitzgerald lies on his back on the metal bunk45, one arm thrown over his eyes. For a moment I standoutside his cell. “You know, you are the best argument I’ve ever seen for natural selection.”
He sits up. “Who the hell are you?”
“Your fairy godmother. You dumb little shit—do you realize you stole a judge’s Humvee?”
“Well, how was I supposed to know whose car it was?”
“Maybe because of the judicial46 vanity plate that says ALLRISE?” I say. “I’m a lawyer. Your sister asked meto represent you. Against my better judgment47, I’ve agreed.”
“No kidding? So can you get me out?”
“They’re going to let you go on PR bail48. You need to give them your license49 and agree to live at home, whichyou already do, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Jesse considers this. “Do I have to give them my car?”
“No.”
You can actually see the gears churning. A kid like Jesse couldn’t care less about a piece of paper that permitshim to drive, just so long as he has wheels. “That’s cool, then,” he says.
I motion to an officer waiting nearby, who unlocks the cell so that Jesse can leave. We walk side by side tothe waiting area. He is as tall as I am, but unfinished around the edges. His face lights up as we turn thecorner, and for a moment I think he is capable of redemption, that maybe he feels enough for Anna to be anally for her.
But he ignores his sister, and instead approaches Julia. “Hey,” he says. “Were you worried about me?”
I want, in that moment, to lock him back up. After I kill him.
“Get away,” Julia sighs. “Come on, Anna. Let’s go find something to eat.”
Jesse looks up. “Excellent. I’m starving.”
“Not you,” I say. “We’re going to court.”
On the day I graduated from Wheeler, the locusts50 came. They arrived like a thick summer storm, tangling51 inthe branches of trees and thudding hard on the ground. The meteorologists had a field day, trying to explainthe phenomenon. They mentioned biblical plagues and El Ni.o and our prolonged drought. Theyrecommended umbrellas, broad-brimmed hats, staying indoors.
The graduation ceremony, however, was held outside under a large white canvas tent. As the salutatorianspoke, his message was punctuated52 by the suicide leap of bugs53. Locusts rolled off the sloped roof, falling intothe laps of spectators.
I hadn’t wanted to come, but my parents forced me to go. Julia found me while I was putting on my cap. Shewrapped her arms around my waist. She tried to kiss me. “Hey,” she said. “Which side of the earth did youdrop off?”
I remember thinking that in our white gowns, we looked like ghosts. I pushed her away from me. “Don’t.
Okay? Just don’t.”
In every graduation photo my parents took, I was smiling as if this new world were a place I actually wantedto live in, while all around me insects fell, big as fists.
What is ethical54 to a lawyer differs from what’s ethical to the rest of the world. In fact, we have a written code—the Rules of Professional Responsibility—which we have to read, be tested on, and follow in order tomaintain a practice. But these very standards require us to do things that most people consider immoral55. Forexample, if you walk into my office and say, “I killed the Lindbergh baby,” I might ask you where the bodyis. “Under my bedroom floor,” you tell me, “three feet down below the foundation of the house.” If I am todo my job correctly, I can’t tell a soul where that baby is. I could be dis-barred, in fact, if I do.
All this means is that I’m actually educated to think that morals and ethics do not necessarily go hand inhand.
“Bruce,” I say to the prosecutor56, “my client will waive57 information. And if you get rid of some of these trafficmisdemeanors, I swear he’ll never come within fifty feet of the judge or his car again.”
I wonder how much the general population of this country knows that the legal system has far more to dowith playing a good hand of poker58 than it does with justice.
Bruce is an all right guy. Plus, I happen to know he’s just been assigned to a double murder; he doesn’t wantto waste his time with Jesse Fitzgerald’s conviction.
“You know, we’re talking about Judge Newbell’s Humvee, Campbell,” he says.
“Yes. I am aware of that,” I answer gravely, when what I’m thinking is that anyone vain enough to drive aHumvee is practically asking to have it ripped off.
“Let me talk to the judge,” Bruce sighs. “I’m probably going to get eviscerated59 for suggesting it, but I’ll tellhim that the cops don’t mind if we give the kid a break.”
Twenty minutes later, we have signed all the forms, and Jesse stands beside me in the front of the court.
Twenty-five minutes later he is on probation60, officially, and we walk out onto the courthouse steps.
It is one of those summer days that feel like a memory welling up in your throat. On days like this, I wouldhave been sailing with my father.
Jesse tips his head back. “We used to fish for tadpoles,” he says out of nowhere. “Catch them up in a bucket,and then watch their tails turn into legs. Not a single one, I swear it, ever made it to frog.” He turns to me andpulls a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. “Want one?”
I haven’t smoked since I was in law school. But I find myself taking a cigarette and lighting61 up. Judgewatches life happen, lolling his tongue. Beside me, Jesse strikes a match. “Thanks,” he says. “For whatyou’re doing for Anna.”
A car passes by, its radio playing one of those songs that stations never play in winter. A blue stream ofsmoke flares62 out from Jesse’s mouth. I wonder if he’s ever been sailing. If there’s a memory he’s held on toall these years—sitting on the front lawn and feeling the grass cool down after sunset, holding a sparkler onthe Fourth of July until it burned his fingers. We all have something.
She left the note underneath63 the windshield wiper of my Jeep seventeen days after graduation. Before I evenopened it I wondered how she got to Newport, how she made her way back. I carried it out to the Bay to readon the rocks; and after I was done I held it up and sniffed64 at it, in case it smelled like her.
I was not technically65 allowed to drive, but that hardly mattered. We met, as per that note, at the cemetery66.
Julia sat in front of the headstone, her arms clasped around her knees. She looked up when she saw me. “Iwanted you to be different.”
“Julia, it’s not you.”
“No?” She got to her feet. “I don’t have a trust fund, Campbell. My father doesn’t own a yacht. If you werecrossing your fingers, expecting me to turn into Cinderella one of these days, you got it all wrong.”
“I don’t care about any of that.”
“Bullshit you don’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “What did you think, that it would be fun to go slumming? Did youdo it to piss off your parents? And now you can scrape me off your shoe like I’m something you stepped inby accident?” She struck out at me, clipping me across the chest. “I don’t need you. I never needed you.”
“Well, I fucking needed you!” I shouted back at her. When she turned I grabbed her shoulders and I kissedher. I took the things I couldn’t bring myself to say, and poured them into her.
There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tellourselves that it’s the right thing to do, the altruistic67 thing to do. It’s far easier than telling ourselves the truth.
I pushed Julia away from me. Walked down that cemetery hill. Didn’t look back.
Anna sits in the passenger seat, which doesn’t go over well with Judge. He hangs his sorry face into the front,right between us, panting up a storm. “Today wasn’t a very good harbinger of what’s to come,” I tell her.
“What are you talking about?”
“If you want the right to make major decisions, Anna, then you need to start making them now. Not relyingon the rest of the world to clean up the messes.”
She scowls68 at me. “This is all because I called you to help my brother? I thought you were my friend.”
“I already told you once I’m not your friend; I’m your attorney. There’s a seminal69 difference.”
“Fine.” She fumbles70 with the lock. “I’ll go back to the police and tell them to rearrest Jesse.” She nearlysucceeds in pushing the passenger door open, although we are traveling on a highway.
I grab the handle and slam it shut. “Are you crazy?”
“I don’t know,” she answers. “I’d ask you what you think, but it’s probably not in the job description.”
With a yank of the wheel, I pull the car to the shoulder of the road. “You know what I think? The reason noone ever asks you for your opinion about anything important is because you change your mind so often theydon’t know what to believe. Take me, for example. I don’t even know if we’re still petitioning a judge formedical emancipation71.”
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Ask your mother. Ask Julia. Every time I turn around someone informs me that you don’t want to gothrough with this.” I look down at the armrest, where her hand sits—purple sparkle polish, nails bitten to thequick. “If you want to be treated like an adult by the court, you need to start acting72 like one. The only way Ican fight for you, Anna, is if you can prove to everyone that you can fight for yourself when I walk away.”
I pull the car back onto the road, and glance at her sidelong, but Anna sits with her hands wedged betweenher thighs73, her face set mutinously74 ahead. “We’re almost at your house,” I say dryly. “Then you can get outand give the door a good slam in my face.”
“We’re not going to my house. I need to go to the fire station. My dad and I are staying there for a while.”
“Is it my imagination, or did I not spend a couple of hours at the family court yesterday arguing this verypoint? And I thought you told Julia that you didn’t want to be separated from your mother? This is exactlywhat I’m talking about, Anna,” I say, banging my hand on the steering75 wheel. “What the hell do you reallywant?”
When she blows, it is remarkable76. “You want to know what I want? I’m sick of being a guinea pig. I’m sickof nobody asking me how I feel about all this. I’m sick, but I’m never fucking sick enough for this family.”
She opens the car door while it is still moving, and takes off at a dead run to the firehouse, a few hundred feetin the distance.
Well. Deep in the recesses77 of my little client is the potential to make other people listen. It means that on thestand, she’ll hold up better than I imagined.
And on the heels of that thought: Anna might be able to testify, but what she’s said makes her seemunsympathetic. Immature78, even. Or in other words, highly unlikely to convince the judge to rule in her favor.
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