“Scarecrow would get the stuffing knocked out of him,” Kate says. “Chynna from the WWF, or the CrocodileHunter?”
Jesse snorts. “The Croc dude. Everyone knows the WWF is fake.” He glances at her. “Gandhi or MartinLuther King, Jr.?”
“They wouldn’t sign the waiver.”
“We’re talking Celebrity2 Boxing on Fox, babe,” Jesse says. “What makes you think they bother with awaiver?”
Kate grins. “One of them would sit down in the ring, and the other wouldn’t put his mouthguard in.” This isthe moment I walk inside. “Hey, Mom,” she asks, “who’d win on Hypothetical Celebrity Boxing—Marcia orJan Brady?”
She notices then that I am not alone. As the whole crowd dribbles3 into the room, her eyes widen, and shepulls the covers up higher. She looks right at Anna, but her sister refuses to meet her eye. “What’s going on?”
The judge steps forward, takes my arm. “I know you want to talk to her, Sara, but I need to talk to her.” Hewalks forward, extending his hand. “Hi, Kate. I’m Judge DeSalvo. I was wondering if I could maybe speak toyou for a few minutes? Alone,” he adds, and one by one, everyone else leaves the room.
I am the last to go. I watch Kate lean back against the pillows, suddenly exhausted4 again. “I had a feelingyou’d come,” she tells the judge.
“Why?”
“Because,” Kate says, “it always comes back to me.”
About five years ago a new family bought the house across the street and knocked it down, wanting torebuild something different. A single bulldozer and a half-dozen waste bins5 were all it took; in less than amorning this structure, which we’d seen every time we walked outside, was reduced to a pile of rubble6.
You’d think a house would last forever, but the truth is a strong wind or a wrecking7 ball can devastate8 it. Thefamily inside is not so different.
Nowadays I can hardly remember what that old house looked like. I walk out the front door and never recallthe stretch of months that the gaping9 lot stood out, conspicuous10 in its absence, like a lost tooth. It took sometime, you know, but the new owners? They did rebuild.
When Judge DeSalvo comes outside, grim and troubled, Campbell, Brian, and I get to our feet. “Tomorrow,”
he says. “Closing’s at nine A.M.” With a nod to Vern to follow, he walks down the hallway.
“Come on,” Julia tells Campbell. “You’re at the mercy of my chaperonage.”
“That’s not a real word.” But instead of following her, he walks toward me. “Sara,” he says simply, “I’msorry.” He gives me one more gift: “You’ll take Anna home?”
The minute they leave, Anna turns to me. “I really need to see Kate.”
I slide an arm around her. “Of course you can.”
We go inside, just our family, and Anna sits down on the edge of Kate’s bed. “Hey,” Kate murmurs11, her eyesopening.
Anna shakes her head; it takes a moment for her to find the right words. “I tried,” she says finally, her voicecatching like cotton on thorns, as Kate squeezes her hand.
Jesse sits down on the other side. The three of them in one spot; it makes me think of the Christmas cardphoto we would take each October, balancing them in height order in the wings of a maple12 tree or on a stonewall, one frozen moment for everyone to remember them by.
“Alf or Mr. Ed,” Jesse says.
The corners of Kate’s mouth turn up. “Horse. Eighth round.”
“You’re on.”
Finally Brian leans down, kisses Kate’s forehead. “Baby, you get a good night’s sleep.” As Anna and Jesseslip into the hall, he kisses me good-bye, too. “Call me,” he whispers.
And then, when they are all gone, I sit down beside my daughter. Her arms are so thin I can see the bonesshifting as she moves; her eyes seem older than mine.
“I guess you have questions,” Kate says.
“Maybe later,” I answer, surprising myself. I climb up onto the bed and fold her into my embrace.
I realize then that we never have children, we receive them. And sometimes it’s not for quite as long as wewould have expected or hoped. But it is still far better than never having had those children at all. “Kate,” Iconfess, “I’m so sorry.”
She pushes back from me, until she can look me in the eye. “Don’t be,” she says fiercely. “Because I’m not.”
She tries to smile, tries so damn hard. “It was a good one, Mom, wasn’t it?”
I bite my lip, feel the heaviness of tears. “It was the best,” I answer.
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(尤指用手指或手快速地)轻击( flick的第三人称单数 ); (用…)轻挥; (快速地)按开关; 向…笑了一下(或瞥了一眼等) | |
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