Flying Solo(3)

Laurie dropped onto the couch. “Take a break with me,” she said. “I finished with the jewelry box, and I cannot start a box labeled CAMERAS AND 8-TRACK TAPES without sustenance.”

“Just keep petting that duck,” June said, getting off her knees and passing Laurie on her way to the kitchen. “You want an iced tea?”

“You are the best friend in the history of best friends.”

“Laur, it’s only iced tea.”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Laurie said. “I’ve been doing this for a week and a half, and I already have scratches all over my hands from tearing boxes open and a sore shoulder for no reason I can particularly pinpoint. And I have to be here. You’re just here because you’re a good person.”

“I’ve got news for you,” June said, over the sound of ice clinking into glasses. “When you’re the one relative who shows up instead of just letting Goodwill take everything in the house, you are also a good person.”

Laurie puffed out a breath. “It made the most sense. I didn’t want everything she owned to vanish just because she didn’t get married or have kids. Nobody else had the time.”

June appeared with the drinks in two of Dot’s tall glasses, crisscrossed with a chunky diamond pattern. “I don’t know. Four brothers, and you wind up holding the bag?” she said as she sat down. “Regardless, I’m very happy to be talking to you somewhere other than FaceTime. I like seeing your beautiful face in person.”

“You’re very sweet, given how sweaty and disgusting I am, and I feel the same way. I thought I was going to see you in person at the wedding I didn’t end up having, so I’m glad I had an excuse. Honestly, it’s a particularly good time to see old friends, since everyone I know in Seattle also knows Chris, and I have no idea whether any of them likes me anymore. And even if they do, I definitely don’t want them to throw me a fortieth birthday pity party based on the assumption that I have given up my last chance at happiness and will now shrivel up like a prune.”

“Nobody thinks that,” June said, rolling her eyes.

“Tell it to When Harry Met Sally.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, do you remember the part of that movie where Harry goes over to see Sally, and she’s crying in her bathrobe because her ex-boyfriend, that guy who’s Gerald Ford’s son, is getting married?”

“That guy is Gerald Ford’s son?”

“Yes. And she starts crying, and she’s very depressed, and she says through these really pitiful tears, ‘And I’m gonna be forty.’ And he says, ‘When?,’ and she says, ‘Someday.’ That’s the first punchline. The second punchline is that he says she’s going to be forty in eight years.”

At Laurie’s expectant look, June shook her head. “I don’t get it yet. Keep going.”

“Well, the joke is that it’s hilarious that she thinks she’s washed up when she won’t be forty for eight entire years. Believe me, when you watch that movie and you’re going to be forty in a month, it’s really different. Why can’t he just say, ‘Who cares? You’ll be forty either way, and if you’re single that’s fine, and if you’re married that’s fine, and by the way, Gerald Ford’s son and his fiancée are also going to be forty someday’? I’ve always wondered why he can’t just say it that way.”

June raised one eyebrow. “You always wondered that, or you maybe just recently wondered that?”

“Nobody likes a smart-ass,” Laurie said, narrowing her eyes. “I’m just saying it seems like they didn’t have to make such a big deal out of whether she did or did not have a grand romantic destiny.”

“I mean, it’s a romantic comedy.”

“I know. I know. I just had this moment where I envisioned myself telling Billy Crystal that I called off my wedding, and saying, ‘And I’m gonna be forty.’ And then I see him say, ‘When?,’ and I say, ‘In a month,’ and he just says, ‘Yikes.’?” June’s chuckle was so good, so small and melodic. It really had been too long. “Don’t laugh when I’m railing against ageism.”

“I’m sorry. I just think…it has nothing to do with you. You wouldn’t be crying in a bathrobe. You would be pouring drinks and watching a movie, you know? Meg Ryan was single and despondent. You’re just single.”

“Well, that’s true. I mean, I feel bummed that we lost some of our deposits, and I feel regretful about the hours of my life I spent sending back gifts, but I cannot claim to be despondent.”

“Well, then, be at peace. Nobody asked Billy Crystal for his opinion anyway.”

Laurie said, around an ice cube in her mouth, “Did you worry about getting married before you did it?”

June looked up at the ceiling, then back at Laurie. “Not really, I don’t think. I worried about the wedding DJ, and I worried about logistics, like whose family we were going to spend Christmas with and whether any of our relatives were going to flip out if I didn’t change my name. But I’d been living with Charlie for a couple of years by then, so I didn’t think it would be that different.”

“Was it different?”

“Not really. A lot of the time, I sort of forgot that we had gone from not married to married.”