The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry(27)

“It’s about the follies of man. It’s a love story and a tragedy.”

“That is very general,” Maya tells him.

“It’s about this nurse who has spent her life taking care of other people. She gets in a car accident, and people have to take care of her for the first time in her life.”

“That does not sound like something I would read,” Maya says.

“Bit corny, eh?”

“Nooooo.” She doesn’t want to hurt Daniel’s feelings. “But I like books with more action.”

“More action, huh? Me too. The good news is, Miss Fikry, all the time I spend reading, I’m learning how to do it better,” Daniel explains.

Maya thinks about this. “I want this job.”

“Many people do, my girl.”

“How do I get it?” Maya asks.

“Reading, as aforementioned.”

Maya nods. “I do that.”

“A good chair.”

“I have one of those.”

“Then you’re well on your way,” Daniel tells her before setting her back on the ground. “I’ll teach you the rest later. You’re very good company, do you know that?”

“That’s what Daddy says.”

“Smart man. Lucky man. Good man. Smart kid, too.”

A.J. calls Maya upstairs to dinner. “Do you want to join?” A.J. asks him.

“Bit early for me,” Daniel says. “Plus I’ve got work to do.” He winks at Maya.

AT LAST IT is March. The roads thaw, turning everything to muck. Ferry service resumes, as do Daniel Parish’s wanderings. Sales reps come to town with their summer offerings, and A.J. goes out of his way to be hospitable to them. He takes to wearing a tie as a way of signaling to Maya that he is “at work” as opposed to “at home.”

Perhaps because it is the meeting he is most anticipating, he schedules Amelia’s sales call for last. About two weeks before their date, he sends her a text: Pequod’s OK with you? Or would you rather try something new?

Queequegs on me this time, she replies. Did u watch TRUE BLOOD yet?

The winter had been particularly inhospitable to socializing, so at night, after Maya had gone to sleep, A.J. had plowed through four seasons of True Blood. The project hadn’t taken him long since he’d liked it more than he expected —a cross between Flannery O’Connor southern gothic and The Fall of the House of Usher or Caligula. He’d been planning to casually dazzle Amelia with his True Blood knowledge when she came to town.

You’ll have to find out when you get here, he writes, but does not press Send because he decides this text sounds too provocative. He hadn’t known when Amelia’s wedding was supposed to be, so she could already be a married woman now. See you next Thursday, he writes.

On Wednesday, he gets a call from a number he doesn’t recognize. The caller turns out to be Brett Brewer, American Hero, who sounds like Bill from True Blood. A.J. thinks the accent sounds fake, but obviously an American hero would have no need to fake a southern accent. “Mr Fikry, Brett Brewer callin’ for Amelia. She’s had an accident, so she asked me to tell you she’ll have to change y’all’s meetin’ time.”

A.J. loosens his tie. “I hope nothing serious.”

“I’m always tryin’ to get her to stop wearin’ those galoshes of hers. They’re fine for rain, but kinda dangerous in the ice, y’know? Well, she slipped on some icy steps here in Providence, which is what I told her would happen, and she broke her ankle. She’s havin’ surgery right now. So nothin’ serious, but she’ll be laid up for a spell.”

“Give your fiancée my regards, would you?” A.J. says.

A pause. A.J. wonders if the phone has cut out. “Will do,” Brett Brewer says before hanging up the phone.

A.J. is relieved that Amelia isn’t too hurt but a bit disappointed that she isn’t coming (and also by the news that the American hero is most definitely still in the picture).

He thinks about sending Amelia flowers or a book but ultimately decides to send her a text. He tries to find a True Blood quote, something that will make her laugh. When he Googles the matter, the quotes all seem too provocative. He writes, I’m sorry you’re hurt. Had been looking forward to hearing Knightley’s summer list. Hope we can reschedule soon. Also, and it pains me to say this—“Giving Jason Stackhouse vampire blood is like giving Ho Hos to a diabetic.”

Six hours later, Amelia writes back, YOU WATCHED!!!

A.J.: I did.

Amelia: Could we do the list over the phone or Skype?

A.J.: What’s Skype?

Amelia: Do I have to teach you everything?!?

After Amelia explains what Skype is, they decide to meet that way.

A.J. is happy to see her even if it has to be on a video screen. While she’s going through the list, he finds he can barely pay attention. He is fascinated by the Amelianess of the things in the frame behind her: a mason jar filled with dying sunflowers, a diploma from Vassar (he thinks it says), a bobblehead of Hermione Granger, a framed picture of a young Amelia and people he guesses are her parents, a lamp with a polka-dotted scarf draped over it, a stapler that looks like a Keith Haring figure, an old edition of some book whose title A.J. cannot make out, a bottle of sparkly nail polish, a windup lobster, a set of plastic vampire fangs, an unopened bottle of good champagne, a—