They May Not Mean To, But They Do(44)

“How’s your boyfriend from down there?” Joy asked.

“Dead.”

Daphne had two other men she “went to dinner with”: one she had picked up at a coffee shop farther downtown near her apartment, the other the widower of an old friend. But it had been a hard winter for them, and for Daphne, too: “All my boyfriends are dead.”

Joy felt dizzy. Maybe matzo-ball soup and waffles was a bad idea. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“My kids think I should consider going into assisted living.”

“Do they. Well, what do you think?”

“They worry because they’re not here. They want me to come to them in Cincinnati. Well, to a place near them in Cincinnati. I understand. But I can’t go to Cincinnati. I told them I’m staying, and it’s called ‘Aging in Place.’ That’s what the social workers call it.”

“You saw a social worker?”

“No, of course not. In Florida they talk about these things. It’s all the rage in the world of gerontology, otherwise known as Florida. Aging in Place.”

“Like running in place.”

“Going nowhere fast.” Daphne laughed.

“Whatever they call it, it’s better than a nursing home…”

“… In Cincinnati!”

“I read somewhere that Cincinnati is a very nice city. Or was it Charlotte?”

“The assisted-living place on Eighty-sixth Street is supposed to be beautiful,” Daphne said. “Leonard’s children sent him there, you know.”

“Leonard?” Leonard, their handsome classmate in college, Leonard who had proposed to her all those many years ago. A lot of men had proposed to her. Men did that in those days, proposed. Why? What was their hurry? Oh yes, the Korean War, that was it. She had expected Karl to propose, but he was more sensible than the rest of them, he was waiting until he had a decent job, that’s what he said when she told him she was going to marry Aaron. “I saw Leonard about a year ago. He drove past in a red Cadillac convertible with a woman half his age. If that.”

“He picked her up in a bar. They went to Bermuda together, and he had a heart attack and wound up in the hospital. His daughter had to fly down, and that, as they say, was the end of that.”

“He took her to Bermuda?”

Daphne nodded.

“Who goes to Bermuda?”

*

Joy got a bad cold after that outing. She stayed in the apartment for a week, ten days, twelve, ordering chicken soup from the coffee shop. The cold turned into bronchitis.

“Whatever you do, don’t get pneumonia,” Molly said.

Joy promised that she would not.

She wondered what her children would do if she did get pneumonia. Put her in a home? Just until you get better, for your own good. What if they decided to leave her there, for her own good? The thought kept her up that night and woke her up many nights after. They had never said anything about sending her off to an assisted-living place. They couldn’t send her against her will. They wouldn’t send her anywhere against her will! And she didn’t even have pneumonia! She told herself these things. But you never know. That was one thing she had learned over the years. You really never know anything.





30

Ruby went to Hebrew school three times a week after school. She babysat for Rabbi Kenny every Thursday night when he and his wife went out to dinner and to the movies. He had five-year-old twin boys.

“The only problem,” Daniel told Molly, “is that she wants to change her name to Rachel.”

Daniel talked about his daughters incessantly. There had been a time when his fascination with his own offspring had annoyed Molly, but since she’d moved to Los Angeles, Ruby and Cora had become like fantastical figures in a storybook, characters in a book about a magical, faraway place: Home. Now she encouraged Daniel. When he talked about his children, she felt she could safely relax and indulge herself in nostalgia and love for the city she left behind.

“She gave the rabbi’s kids all her old Pokémon cards.”

“Very generous.”

“Well, I guess she kind of outgrew them. And Cora didn’t want them. Not that she actually asked Cora.”

“I miss everyone so much,” Molly said.

“Did you talk to Mom today?”

“I did. She said she was very tired and the doctor told her to use her asthma inhaler thing, and she fell asleep reading the paper and woke up and thought it was morning. She was feeling a little better, so she ordered a turkey burger for dinner and she ate half of it.”

They hung up happy in the knowledge that their mother was thriving.





31

Joy began to feel that there was another person in the apartment, a stranger, and it was her. She had to watch over this person, this boring, fearful, sickly person. She had to make sure it took its pills. She had to watch its step so it didn’t fall. She made sure it chewed its food so it didn’t choke. She worried about the person constantly; the worry was a weight heavy on her shoulders, on her mind, on her heart. It followed her as she followed this person from room to room, this awful, needy person who was herself.

“I don’t know what to do with her. And she’s an irritating person. What a responsibility!” she said to Molly.