The next morning, Virginia and Walter were supposed to leave after breakfast.<\/p>\n
Instead, the weather changed.<\/p>\n
Rain began falling before sunrise, steady enough that Walter suggested waiting until the afternoon.<\/p>\n
Virginia accepted the delay without complaint.<\/p>\n
She sat at the dining table sorting photographs she had brought in a small envelope.<\/p>\n
I noticed them while clearing the dishes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre those old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held up one photograph.<\/p>\n
Justin was maybe eight years old, skinny, serious, and missing one front tooth.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was adorable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe looks innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia smiled.<\/p>\n
She spread several photographs across the table.<\/p>\n
There was Justin at a school concert, Justin holding a baseball trophy, Justin asleep on Virginia's shoulder, Justin standing beside Walter in front of their first house.<\/p>\n
I had seen some of them before.<\/p>\n
But one photograph caught my attention.<\/p>\n
Virginia was standing beside a young woman I didn't recognize.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia's fingers tightened around the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could be.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was something guarded in her voice.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have to talk about her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
The back was covered in handwriting.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote things down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInstructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecipes. Cleaning schedules. Rules about raising children. Lists of things I was supposedly doing wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sounds strict.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia stared at the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I married Walter, my mother told me I didn't know how to run a home.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered her first week with me.<\/p>\n
The curtains.<\/p>\n
The towels.<\/p>\n
The pan.<\/p>\n
The food.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou became her,\u201d I said quietly.<\/p>\n
Virginia nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what frightened me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed the photograph on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent my whole life trying not to become her. Then I walked into your kitchen and heard her voice coming out of my own mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke for several seconds.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't recognize myself,\u201d she continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause saying it aloud would mean admitting I had become exactly what I hated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached for the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you became her for a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you stopped.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you stopped me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI defended myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave me a chance to see what I was doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rain tapped against the windows.<\/p>\n
I looked at the photographs.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Justin know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She picked up another photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was taken after my mother moved away.\u201d<\/p>\n
In it, Virginia looked younger, but her smile seemed forced.<\/p>\n
\u201cI promised myself I would raise Justin differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did I repeat the same behavior?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause knowing what not to do isn't always enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds true.\u201d<\/p>\n
Later, Justin came downstairs.<\/p>\n
He found the photographs spread across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShowing Chloe how handsome you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia laughed.<\/p>\n
Justin picked up the photograph of himself missing a tooth.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, seriously?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were cute.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was terrifying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou bit your cousin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe deserved it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter walked in.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother still has the hospital bill.\u201d<\/p>\n
Justin groaned.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
For several minutes, the kitchen was filled with easy teasing.<\/p>\n
Then Virginia handed Justin the photograph of her mother.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven't seen this in years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was hard on you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't want to become her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Justin looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then at his mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
Virginia gave him a sad smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Justin shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped.\u201d<\/p>\n
He placed the photograph down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's what matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
The conversation ended there.<\/p>\n
But something had shifted again.<\/p>\n
That evening, after dinner, Virginia asked me to walk with her.<\/p>\n
We stepped onto the covered porch.<\/p>\n
Rainwater dripped from the roof.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've been thinking about something,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen we first came here, I thought you were taking my place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren't taking my place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were building your own.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat should have made me proud.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does now.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am proud.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
The rain grew heavier.<\/p>\n
Virginia looked out toward the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere's another reason I was so upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I first came in, everything looked finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou and Justin had a home.\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything had a place. Everything was chosen. You had your routines.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI realized there was no empty space for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
She hadn't wanted to take over because she believed she deserved control.<\/p>\n
She had wanted to create a place where she still felt necessary.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have told me,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know how.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you rearranged the towels.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd criticized my cooking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd damaged my skillet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose I was knocking things around because I didn't know where I belonged.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about that.<\/p>\n
Then I said, \u201cYou belong at the table.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in charge of the table.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut at it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
The following morning, the rain stopped.<\/p>\n
Walter loaded the luggage into the car.<\/p>\n
Virginia hugged me before leaving.<\/p>\n
This time, she didn't hesitate.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll call Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou better.\u201d<\/p>\n
After they drove away, Justin stood beside me on the porch.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two are becoming friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're happy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then his phone rang.<\/p>\n
He glanced at the screen.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
Brenda's voice was loud enough that I could hear her from where I stood.<\/p>\n
Justin listened.<\/p>\n
Then his face became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom hasn't told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
I knew immediately that something had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d I asked after he ended the call.<\/p>\n
He didn't answer right away.<\/p>\n
Then he said,<\/p>\n
\u201cBrenda says Mom's doctor wants to speak with us.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Justin shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn't tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The peaceful feeling of the morning disappeared.<\/p>\n
We stood there together, watching their car disappear down the street.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Virginia had returned to our lives, I wondered whether the conflict we thought we had resolved was only the beginning of something much larger.<\/p>\n
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