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Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 144
I stood in the doorway of my mother's house and looked at him and felt the first stirring of something that was not anger."Vivian," he said."Dad."He stopped at the bottom of the steps. He looked past me, through the open door into the warm cluttered gold of the house, at the yellow kitchen beyond and the piano and the smell of a roast in the oven and the sound of my mother's voice in the next room telling Ethan where to put the good china."Come in,” I said.I want to record what happened that afternoon as it happened, because I have gone over it so many times since and each time I go over it I am a little less angry and a little more tired and a little more inclined to let it be.My mother sat in her chair by the window with the roses, half-wild and stubborn, green with the first of the spring, and made my father sit in the chair across from her. She poured him tea in the good cup. She did not speak for a long time. She sat and looked at him and let the silence do its work, and my
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“I'm tired of being careful with you. I'm tired of putting on the caution like a coat every time you come near me." I looked at his face. "Yes. For real this time. But I'm telling you now, Ethan Blackwell… if you ever put your back to me again, I'll break the thing on your head."He was very still."I'm going to kiss you," he said, "in about two seconds, and I need you to know it's coming.""You don't need to announce that. If you're going to kiss me then do it already,” I smiled.His hands came up to my face and his mouth was on mine in the cold on my mother's porch with the snow coming down on both of us, and it was not the careful kiss of a man in a hallway outside his study. It was a kiss with two months of silence in it and four years of fear and the full weight of a man who'd been kneeling in the snow. He kissed me until I had to put my hand on his chest to keep from going over, and he broke off and pressed his forehead against mine and breathed."I love you," he said."I love
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He went down onto the wet stone of my mother's porch and the cold leached in through his trousers and the snow came down on his shoulders and he looked up at me."Vivian," he said."What… what are you doing?” I said, voice shaky. “Get up. It's freezing.""I've been thinking about what to say for weeks and I want to say it. I want to say all of it." He took a breath. "I stood at that window with my back to you because I was afraid. Not of what you told me. Of the fact that it didn't change anything. I heard the worst thing you've ever done and I loved you more than I did before you said it, and that frightened me half to death because it meant I wasn't in control of it. It meant it wasn't a decision I could make and manage. So I turned around and put my back to you and I sent you out of my house in the dark, and I have spent every day since trying to figure out how a man comes back from that."The snow fell."I can't fix it," he said. "That's the first thing. I've sat with it for two m
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"Mom," I said. "Mom.""Yes.""There's so much," I said. "There's so much I have to tell you. So much happened. I don't even know where to start.""Then start at the beginning," she said. "Start wherever you want. I'm not going anywhere." She paused, and her hand found my cheek and cupped it. "I believe I've done quite enough going-nowhere for one lifetime."I laughed and cried at the same time and it came out sounding like a broken hiccup."Can you come home?" I said. "Can you…" I wiped my face with the back of my wrist. "Dr. Lora said you'd need to stay for observation. She said weeks. She said they need to run tests.""Weeks," my mother said. "Weeks, and then I want to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed and I want to look out my own window at my roses." Her eyes moved past me to the window. "Are the roses still alive?""They're alive," I said. "Half-wild and stubborn and they didn't die.""That's the rosebushes I planted," she said. "They'll outlive the both of us."I sat beside
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The call came on a Tuesday morning, four days after I'd been supposed to leave.I'd postponed the flight. I hadn't told anyone… not Sophie, not Nathan. I'd just opened my laptop one night and looked at the ticket and looked at the departure date and then looked at my mother's name on the facility's visitor log and I'd called the airline and paid the change fee and moved the flight to the next month. I'd told myself it was because of the house. There were still rooms I hadn't unpacked, still boxes in the upstairs hallway, still a whole life to sort through before I could leave it. That was the story I told myself. I was good at telling myself stories.Then the phone rang.It was Dr. Lora. My mother's neurologist. I'd met her a dozen times over the years… a calm, careful woman with gray at her temples and a voice like warm water. She never called me unless something had changed."Ms. Vivian," she said. "Are you sitting down?"I was standing in my mother's kitchen with a cup of coffee i
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But I didn't close the browser either. I left the tab open and I went to bed and I lay there in the dark and I thought about Lisbon and I thought about disappearing and I thought about what it would feel like to be a woman with no history.And then I thought about Ethan again until I fell asleep with his name on my lips.The distance between us grew.It grew the way distance grows… slowly, then all at once. It grew in the days I didn't call him and the nights I didn't hear from him. It grew in the silence that stretched between us like a wire pulled tight. It grew in the way I stopped checking my phone and the way he stopped picking up his.I moved back into my mother's house in early December.Sophie helped me. She came with me on a Saturday morning with boxes and cleaning supplies and a bottle of wine and we spent the day opening windows and pulling sheets off furniture and scrubbing floors. We aired out the rooms and dusted the shelves and washed the windows until the light came t
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