They May Not Mean To, But They Do(63)

Freddie tried to remember her own mother’s voice. She could feel it, in her thoughts and in her body, high and fluty, but she couldn’t hear it. That night she dreamed about her mother: her mother had been alive all this time, Freddie was surprised and overjoyed to see her, to hold her hand and kiss her and cry with relief.

*

“The apartment is a shambles,” Daniel told his wife. “And there are Wee-Wee pads all over. And my mother is in her pajamas and bathrobe. She never goes out. It’s like she’s become a recluse in two weeks. The dog is a fat pig.”

Coco asked cautiously if he wanted Joy to stay with them.

“Oh, I don’t think we’re there yet.”

“She’s so independent,” she said, with obvious relief.

“And California was not exactly a success.”

“But we would be less intrusive,” Coco said. “We would let her go her own way. Your sister and Freddie, well…”

“They can be a little…”

“Overbearing.”

Daniel laughed. He sat next to Coco on the couch and put his arm around her.

“But I hate to think of her in that big old apartment all by herself,” Coco said.

“Big? Not for her. She’s covered every surface with papers and clothes. She needs more rooms to clutter. Anyway, she’s not alone. She’s got the obese dog.”

He tried to imagine his mother in their loft. They would have to box her in, the way they had the kids. But the kids’ little box rooms had the only windows in the back. They could always give Joy a windowless closet, the way the museum did. He remembered the younger Joy, funny and full of eccentric energy. The first day of moving in, she would have had the whole family out bird-watching or making rubbings of manhole covers. Now, though, she spent most of her time shuffling through her apartment looking for her glasses, the dog shuffling after her, or making toast on which she slathered something yellow and glistening that was not butter.

“Oh god, Coco, why are we even thinking about this?” But he was grateful she had brought it up. He wondered what she would have done if he’d said, Yes, that’s a splendid idea, let’s move her in as soon as we can.

“But, Daniel, we’re so lucky to have Cora and Ruby around, I feel almost selfish. They would make things so much more cheerful for your mother.”

Daniel could not argue with that. Both he and Coco considered their children an indisputable addition to any situation. They were always surprised when the girls were not included in wedding invitations or cocktail parties. Again, Daniel tried to picture his mother in the loft. It’s so drafty, she would say. The lighting is so harsh. He knew she would say those things because she had already said them when they once had Thanksgiving there. I just feel uncomfortable, in my head, the proportions are off, Danny, but at least they fixed your elevator. “Maybe we could just lend the children to her.”

Coco said nothing. She was thinking of her own old age. Would Cora or Ruby want her to come and live with them when the time came? She would have to set a good example. “We could make her feel much more at home than Freddie and Molly did.”

Daniel suspected her generosity of spirit was propped up just a bit by her certainty that he would not agree. Even though his mother had been so good to him all his life, especially when he’d been sick, coming to the hospital every day before and after work. In so many ways, Daniel had modeled himself on her, trying to do good, to be generous, to repay the world with some of the care she had shown him. Maybe, it occurred to him, he should be repaying her, not the planet. Maybe Coco was right and they should share their lives with her the way she had devoted so much of her life to him.

The girls came running into the living room at that moment and demanded ice cream.

“You girls could share a room if Grandma came to live with us,” Coco said.

Share? Horror-stricken faces. Pushing. Kicking. Squeals of aggression, squeals of pain.

“Go to your rooms this minute!”

“Yeah, and stay out of my room, too,” Cora said to her sister, delivering one last blow.

“Stay out of my room first,” said Ruby.

“I’m already out of your room. I win.”

Daniel shepherded them into their rooms and shut their doors.

When he came back with two glasses of Scotch, Coco took hers gratefully and said, “I guess that won’t work, sharing a room.”

“No.”

She determined then and there always to have two extra bedrooms when she was old, one for each of her daughters to move into.





41

Daniel asked his mother if she was depressed. She said, “Naturally.”





42

Molly had often wondered, too often to tell anyone, even Freddie, what it would feel like to jump off a building, what your thoughts would be. Would your thoughts be narrowed to a simple unthinking scream? Would you think of all those you would miss? Would you wonder if they would miss you? Would you think, What in the world am I doing, falling, falling, no way to stop, no way to go back? Would you think, Why did I do this? Or would you think, Why didn’t I do this long ago? That, all of that, was what she felt her mother must be feeling. Her mother was falling through the air of her life. Molly had tried hard to ignore it, but she could hear it in her mother’s voice.