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Grace

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“What don’t I know,” Cloe said.

She had stepped away from the group, into the corner of the hallway, her back to the others. Eleanor had taken the children toward the building manager with the focused efficiency of a woman who understood when adults needed a moment. Mac was watching her from across the hall. She met his eyes briefly and he stayed where he was.

Grace took a breath on the other end.

“Marshall came to me three months ago,” she said. “Before the article. Before any of this was publ
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  • The wife he left behind    The other journalist

    “I’m not reading it tonight,” Cloe said.Mac looked at her across the table.“Okay,” he said.Dave looked at both of them. He had seen the phone. He had made the calculation that something had arrived that was not routine and had filed it correctly as not his to ask about and had gone back to his homework.She put the phone face down.She looked at the table. At her family in the evening light.She thought about what she had said in the south room three weeks ago. No more crisis. The ordinary life. That was what she had asked for and she had meant it and she was going to honour it, which meant that an email from a journalist who was not Daniel Frost was going to wait until morning.“I’m going to read it tomorrow,” she said to Mac.He nodded once.They finished dinner.Dave showed them the chair arrangement plan before bed. It was detailed and annotated and included a key. Mac studied it with the focused seriousness of someone who understood this was important to its creator. Cloe look

  • The wife he left behind    Three months

    “I want it small,” Cloe said. “I mean that. Not small as in we couldn’t manage bigger. Small as in I don’t want a room full of people watching me do the most important thing I’ve ever done.”She was at the kitchen table with Ada across from her and a notebook between them and tea going cold and the specific energy of two women who had been friends for fifteen years approaching a task together.Ada had a pen. She was using it.“Define small,” Ada said.“The people in this apartment. Eleanor. You and James. Ruth if she wants to come.”“Ruth.”“She went to war for me,” Cloe said. “She gets an invitation.”Ada wrote Ruth’s name and looked at her. “That’s nine people including Dave and Sophia.”“Yes.”“That’s very small.”“I know.”Ada looked at the list. Then at Cloe.“What about Jonah,” she said.Cloe had not thought about Jonah. She thought about him now. Twenty-six years old. Dave’s half-brother. Two weeks ago they had sat in a neutral restaurant, all four of them, Cloe and Dave and Jo

  • The wife he left behind    He has a point

    “He has a point,” Dave said at breakfast. “About the orbital resonance. Jonah.”Cloe looked up from her coffee.It was the next morning. The boxes were still there but fewer of them. The south room had shelves half full of books because she had spent an hour the previous night, while Mac sat on the floor beside her handing her volumes, putting them in an order that made sense to her and not to any established system, which was the only way she had ever wanted them.“You looked it up,” she said.“I looked up his reasoning,” Dave said. “His logic is sound. The committee of four hundred had procedural issues.” He ate a spoonful of cereal. “I was wrong about Pluto.”Cloe put her cup down.“You were wrong about Pluto,” she said.“Yes.” He said it with the complete equanimity of a child who had processed an error and filed it correctly. “I’m going to tell Sophia today. She’ll be insufferable about it.”“Probably,” Cloe said.“It’ll be worth it,” Dave said. “She was right. Being right should

  • The wife he left behind    What Jonah gave back

    “He read Marshall’s letter,” Cloe said. “How did Jonah read Marshall’s letter.”She was still in the south room with Mac at her shoulder and the solicitor on the phone and the city outside the window entirely unmoved.“My client says Marshall showed it to him,” Thomas Reid said. “When they met. He showed him the letter he had written to you and told him what was in the settlement. My client is twenty-six years old and he has spent his life without financial support from his father. He read the settlement figures and he understood that money was moving and some of it came from sources that affected you.” A pause. “He wants to make a correction. He said to tell you the word correction was deliberate.”Cloe pressed her hand flat against the window glass.The word correction.Daniel Frost’s article. The correction that had been put on the record. Sandra’s statement that she had chosen to call a correction. And now Jonah, using the same word, for the same reason.Everyone was correcting so

  • The wife he left behind    Moving day

    “Dave,” Sophia said from inside the second bedroom, “if you tell me one more time that I’m stacking boxes incorrectly I’m going to put all of them in your room.”“You are stacking them incorrectly,” Dave said. “The weight distribution—”“I know about weight distribution.”“Then why are you ignoring it.”A pause.“Because I disagree with the principle in this context,” Sophia said.Cloe stood in the hallway of the new apartment with a box in her arms and listened to this and felt something warm move through her chest that had nothing to do with the lifting.Three weeks had passed since Eleanor’s dinner. Three weeks of packing and planning and the specific domestic chaos of two households becoming one. Mac’s things. Her things. Dave’s things. The negotiation of whose bookshelf went where and which kitchen equipment was duplicated and what to do with three separate coffee makers.Mac had surrendered his coffee maker immediately.She had kept hers and felt no guilt about it.The south roo

  • The wife he left behind    What Jonah found

    “He cried,” Jonah said. “The whole time. I’ve never seen a grown man cry like that.”Cloe was standing in Eleanor’s hallway with the dinner noise behind her and the phone pressed to her ear and Mac leaning against the wall across from her, close enough to hear if she needed him and far enough to give her the conversation.“Tell me what happened,” she said.Jonah exhaled. He sounded young and shaken and something else, something she could not name yet.“We met at a coffee shop. His idea, his choice of place. He was already there when I arrived and he looked at me and he.” Jonah stopped. “He just started crying. Right there. He didn’t even say hello first. He just looked at me and cried.”Cloe pressed her back against the wall.“I didn’t know what to do,” Jonah said. “I’ve been imagining this meeting for fourteen years. I’ve had it in my head a hundred different ways. In none of them did he immediately start crying.”“What did you do,” she said.“I sat down,” Jonah said. “What else was

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