The following Sunday, I promised myself I would not watch Richard\u2019s watch. This resolution lasted until 6:48 p.m. He was carving roast beef at Mom\u2019s table, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, telling Chloe about the year he tried growing pumpkins and produced one miserable fruit the size of an orange. Mom laughed. Chloe smiled despite herself. I looked at the silver watch beneath the cuff of his shirt and felt absurdly irritated by an object that had done nothing except tell the truth.<\/p>\n
Richard noticed me looking.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay, Avery?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe coughed into her napkin.<\/p>\n
I kicked her lightly beneath the table.<\/p>\n
She kicked back.<\/p>\n
Mom, perhaps determined to prove that our previous conversation had never happened, was unusually cheerful. She had placed fresh flowers near the window and opened a bottle of wine she normally saved for holidays. There was also an apple crumble cooling on the counter. I wondered whether she had chosen dessert because it was Richard\u2019s favorite or because some stubborn part of her wanted to see if anything could persuade him to stay.<\/p>\n
At 7:02, Richard checked his watch.<\/p>\n
At 7:11, he did it again.<\/p>\n
Chloe\u2019s gaze flicked toward me.<\/p>\n
I concentrated on my vegetables.<\/p>\n
At 7:18, I failed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBig plans tonight, Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s fork paused.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s did too.<\/p>\n
Then his easy smile returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWork, unfortunately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSunday night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInternational client.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSingapore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe stopped chewing.<\/p>\n
Richard reached for his water. \u201cTime difference.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSingapore,\u201d Chloe repeated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard grinned. \u201cBusiness doesn\u2019t care what day it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrue.\u201d<\/p>\n
I recognized the dangerous brightness entering my daughter\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ignored me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither do plumbers, apparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Richard frowned.<\/p>\n
Mom looked at Chloe.<\/p>\n
I stared at my plate, already knowing exactly what she meant.<\/p>\n
Two Sundays earlier, Richard had left before dessert because he claimed a plumber was meeting him at his house at nine in the evening.<\/p>\n
At the time Mom had asked, \u201cA plumber works that late?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard had laughed and said the man was doing him a favor.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten.<\/p>\n
Chloe had not.<\/p>\n
She smiled pleasantly. \u201cYou had that emergency plumber a couple weeks ago. Remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Of course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo your schedule is just really unlucky on Sundays.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
His tone remained light, but the muscles along his jaw had tightened.<\/p>\n
Mom set down her fork.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe, would you help me in the kitchen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounded like an order disguised as a request.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe stood.<\/p>\n
As she passed behind me, she whispered, \u201cSingapore,\u201d as though delivering evidence to a jury.<\/p>\n
In the kitchen Mom spoke to her in a low voice I could not hear. Richard kept eating.<\/p>\n
After a moment he said, \u201cShe\u2019s protective.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe loves her grandmother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also notices things.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
I had not intended the sentence to sound accusatory.<\/p>\n
It did.<\/p>\n
Richard dabbed his mouth with his napkin.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose I\u2019ve given you all reason to think I\u2019m a little strange.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Instead I said, \u201cYou leave at the same time every Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have obligations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat word again.\u201d<\/p>\n
His gaze sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t sound like nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, Mom and Chloe returned. Mom resumed her seat with the rigid dignity of someone who had just lost an argument with a teenager. Chloe looked completely unrepentant.<\/p>\n
The evening continued.<\/p>\n
At 7:26, Richard\u2019s hand moved toward his watch and stopped halfway, as if he had remembered he was being observed.<\/p>\n
That tiny correction bothered me more than the checking itself.<\/p>\n
At 7:28 he stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should get going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked toward the untouched apple crumble.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo soon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour call isn\u2019t until eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt takes me a little while to get set up.\u201d<\/p>\n
His leather tote was already in his hand.<\/p>\n
Chloe looked at it.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
Richard noticed.<\/p>\n
For half a second, he pulled it closer against his side.<\/p>\n
Then he kissed Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll call you tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He left.<\/p>\n
The front door shut.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Finally Chloe said, \u201cDoes Singapore require a special bag?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough,\u201d Mom snapped.<\/p>\n
Her voice was sharp enough that Chloe flinched.<\/p>\n
Mom saw it and immediately regretted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe began clearing plates. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have said anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother watched her for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then she touched Chloe\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re trying to protect me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you mad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked toward the front hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sure who I\u2019m mad at.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer silenced all three of us.<\/p>\n
During the next week, I tried not to think about Richard. Unfortunately, once suspicion settles into ordinary life, everything begins arranging itself around it. I noticed Mom checking her phone more often. I noticed she never mentioned visiting Richard\u2019s place. I noticed that when he called, she sometimes walked into another room\u2014not because she was hiding the conversation but because she seemed to listen more carefully than she used to.<\/p>\n
On Wednesday, I arrived at her house while she was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea gone cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvincing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard canceled lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething came up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA family matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAvery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking because he told us he doesn\u2019t have children.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSiblings?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cParents?\u201d<\/p>\n
At that, she hesitated.<\/p>\n
I noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s mentioned his mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMentioned how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust that she\u2019s older.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere does she live?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she nearby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been seeing him half a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you don\u2019t know where his mother lives.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first concrete piece of Richard\u2019s family history I had ever heard.<\/p>\n
Evelyn.<\/p>\n
A mother somewhere.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Possibly the reason for a canceled lunch.<\/p>\n
It should have reassured me. Instead, the secrecy around such an ordinary fact made me more uneasy.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you met her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas he offered?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom wrapped both hands around her cup.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t talk about her much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
The phrase Richard had quietly threaded through my mother\u2019s relationship.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
Mom seemed to hear it too.<\/p>\n
She looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFeeling foolish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou aren\u2019t foolish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m seventy-two years old, Avery. I know what evasiveness looks like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen ask him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I don\u2019t like the answer?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question landed harder than I expected.<\/p>\n
I moved my chair closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still deserve the answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a tired smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cBeing right is easy when it\u2019s somebody else\u2019s heart.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let that pass.<\/p>\n
Friday evening Richard came by unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
I was leaving Mom\u2019s house when he pulled into the driveway carrying groceries. He smiled when he saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood timing. I bought enough bread to supply a small school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlanning something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSoup. Grace mentioned she wanted to try a new recipe.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened his trunk.<\/p>\n
There was the leather tote.<\/p>\n
Standing upright beside a folded jacket.<\/p>\n
The zipper was closed.<\/p>\n
Richard saw my eyes move toward it.<\/p>\n
His body shifted almost imperceptibly between me and the trunk.<\/p>\n
It was such a small thing I might have imagined it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeed help?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I\u2019ve got it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lifted two grocery bags at once.<\/p>\n
I reached for a third.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can carry that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I\u2019ve got it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Too quickly.<\/p>\n
We both froze.<\/p>\n
Then Richard smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry. Long week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed the trunk.<\/p>\n
The leather tote remained inside.<\/p>\n
That bothered me.<\/p>\n
If it contained ordinary work papers, why hide it?<\/p>\n
Inside, Mom kissed his cheek and immediately became lighter. I watched her take the bread from him, scolding him for buying too much. Richard answered with some nonsense about carbohydrates being proof civilization had succeeded. She laughed.<\/p>\n
I stood by the door and felt something close to resentment.<\/p>\n
Not because he made her happy.<\/p>\n
Because he made happiness part of the cost of asking reasonable questions.<\/p>\n
Before I left, Richard followed me onto the porch.<\/p>\n
\u201cAvery.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
He closed the door behind us.<\/p>\n
For once, he looked older than fifty-two. The humor had drained from his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you don\u2019t trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I folded my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI care about your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m suspicious, Richard. I\u2019m not blind. You look at her like she matters to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop making her wonder where you disappear every Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat answer is becoming a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen simplify it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward his car.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I thought he might tell me.<\/p>\n
Instead he said, \u201cSome things aren\u2019t mine alone to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have said anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust know I\u2019m not trying to hurt Grace.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople hurt each other all the time while trying not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me then, and something in his face changed.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Pain.<\/p>\n
Real enough that I almost apologized.<\/p>\n
Instead he said quietly, \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went back inside.<\/p>\n
I stood on the porch, replaying his words.<\/p>\n
Some things aren\u2019t mine alone to explain.<\/p>\n
That did not sound like another woman.<\/p>\n
It did not sound like business either.<\/p>\n
For the first time, my suspicion changed shape.<\/p>\n
Sunday arrived.<\/p>\n
This time Richard\u2019s excuse was his elderly neighbor, Mr. Mendez.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can\u2019t open his blood-pressure medication when his arthritis acts up,\u201d Richard explained while putting on his coat.<\/p>\n
Mom smiled. \u201cYou\u2019re good to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI try.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at Chloe.<\/p>\n
She glanced at me.<\/p>\n
Neither of us said Singapore.<\/p>\n
At 7:30, Richard left.<\/p>\n
Five minutes later, Chloe walked to the front window.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe went south again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom was behind her.<\/p>\n
We both turned.<\/p>\n
Mom stared through the glass.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s car was already gone.<\/p>\n
She whispered, almost to herself, \u201cWhy does he keep doing that?\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the first time she had asked the question instead of defending the answer.<\/p>\n
I went to stand beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes stayed on the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo following him. No snooping. No humiliating me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t suggesting\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned away from the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy birthday is next Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want one nice night. One.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked faintly on the last word.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want dinner with the people I love. I want candles. I want chocolate pie. And I want to spend an evening without wondering whether everyone around this table is silently investigating my boyfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Chloe.<\/p>\n
Chloe hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she walked upstairs.<\/p>\n
Chloe waited until we heard the bedroom door close.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t believe him anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe just doesn\u2019t want us to prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe stared at the empty driveway.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose aren\u2019t the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew that.<\/p>\n
I also knew what she was thinking.<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will not follow Richard next week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression tightened.<\/p>\n
After several seconds, she said, \u201cI promise I won\u2019t ruin Grandma\u2019s birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s the promise I can make.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she walked away.<\/p>\n
I should have stopped her there.<\/p>\n
I should have understood that with Chloe, wording mattered.<\/p>\n
Instead I let her go.<\/p>\n
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