杰儿。马努斯
JayeW。Manus
Iwatchherbackhernewtruckoutofthedriveway。Theickuistoolarge,tooexensive。Shedrefusedtoconsideraracticalcomactcarthatgetsgoodgasmileageandiseasytoark。Itsbecauseofme,Ithink。Sheboughtittositeme。
Sheddroedoutofcollege,andIdmadehercomehome。Allsummerlongshedbeenanunstablecloudofgasolinefumes,lookingforamatchtosetheroff。Wedfoughtaboutherjob,aboutleavingschool,aboutherboyfriendandherfuture。Shedcriedalotandrebuffedallmyattemtstocomforther。
“Imtwenty,almost,”shedtoldmesooftenthatmyteethached。“Iamanadult!”
EachtimeIsilentlyrelied,No,youarenot。Youstillwatchcartoons,andexectmetodoyourlaundry,andaskmetoickutoothasteforyouwhenIgotothegrocerystore。
Nowsheisgone,offtobeanadultfarawayfromme。Imgladshesgone。Shesimossibleandcrankyanddifficulttogetalongwith。Iamsickoffighting,tiredofhertantrums。
Herfatherisangry。Hewatchestelevisionandwillnotseak。Heheledherwiththedownaymentonthetruckandgotheragooddeal。Hesliedhercashbeforesheleft。Iwanttosay。Ifonlyyouhadntheledherbuythetruck,shewouldstillbehere。Itsalie。
“Iamnevercomingback,”shetoldme。“Imagrown-unow。Iwanttolive。”
Whathadshebeendoingfortwentyyears?Existinginsusendedanimation?
Thecatisusetbythesuitcasesandboxesandunsokenrecriminations。Sheshiding。ForamomentIfearshessneakedintothetruck,goneoffwithmydaughteronanadventurefromwhichIamforbidden。
Sheleftamess。Herbathroomisanembarrassmentofdamtowels,out-of-datecosmetics,hairinthesink,andnearlyemtyshamoobottles。Ha!Somegrown-u!Shecantevenickuafterherself。Illshowher。Shedoesntwanttolivewithme,doesntwanttobemybabygirlanymore,fine。Icanbeevenstinkierthansheis。
Ibringaboxofbigblackgarbagebagsustairs。Eyeshadow,facecream,glitternailolishandastringent-intothetrash。Idumdrawersandsweeshelvesclearofgels,mousse,bodywash,anderfume。Irefusetoconsiderwhatmightbeuseful,whatcanbesaved。Everythinggoes。Iscrubthetubandsinkcleanofher。WhenIamfinished,itisassterileandimersonalasamotelbathroom。
InherbedroomIfindmismatchedsocksunderherbedandfrayedantiesontheclosetfloor。Deskdrawersarefilledwithschoolaers,filedbyyearandsubject。Icatchmyselfreadingthroughoemsandessays,admiringhighscoresontestsandreadinghername,rintedortyedneatlyintheuerrighthandcornerofeachaer。Iackthedeskcontentsintoabox。Sixmonths。Ithink。IwilIgivehersixmonthstocollectherbelongings,andthenIwillthrowitallaway。Thatisfair。Grown-usayforstorage。
Herbooksstymieme。Dr。Seuss,SweetValleyHigh,R。L。Stine,Baby-sittersClub,Shakeseare,TheOdysseyandTheIliad,romancenovels,historicalnovelsandtextbooks。Alifetimeofreading;eachbookbeloved。Iwanttobeheartless,tostufftheminaersacksfortheusedbookstore。Ilovebooksasmuchasshedoes,Icramthemontoasinglebookshelftodealwithlater。
Iwillturnherroomintoacraftsroom。OrcreatethefancyguestroomIvealwayswanted。Butnotforherbenefit。Whengrown-uliferovestoohardandshecomescrawlingback,shecanstayinthebasementorsleeonthecouch。
Myruthlessnessreturnswithavengeance。Dresses,sweaters,leggings,andshoesshehasntwornsinceseventhgradearecrammedintogarbagebags。
Herthoughtlessnessaallsme。DidIraisehertobelikethis?Totreatwhatsheowns-whatIaidfor-assomuchtrash?No,sheleftthismesstothumbhernoseatme,asaybackfortreatingherlikethechildsheis。
“Falala,Mom,Iamofftoconquertheworld,offtobiggerandbetterthings。Dobeadearandtakecareofthisiffle。”
Iamalagueoflocustsemtyingthecloset。Twoilesgrowtoclumsyheights:oneforGoodwill,theothertrash。
Therearemoreshoes,stuffedanimalslargeandsmall,knick-knacks,feltennants,osters,hairbands,andinkfoamrollers。ThejobgrowslargerthelongerIamatit。Howcanonegirlcollectsomuchinonlytwentyyears?
Itsobviousshedoesntcareaboutme,herfather,ourhome,oranythingweverovided。Wearetheflotsamandjetsam,thedetritusofchildhood。
Istuffgarbagebagsuntilthelasticstrains。Ihaulthemdownthestairstwobagsatatime。DonationstoGoodwillgointothetrunkofmycar;trashgoestothecurb。Sweatandsoreshouldersfuelmyirritation。Myhusbandhasleftthehouse,erhastoavoidthesamefightIwishtoavoid。
Sheleftthebedrumled,thecomforteronthefloor,thesheetsinatangle。Istrioffthecomforter,blanket,sheets,mattressad,andillows。OnceshestartsfeedingquartersintoLaundromatmachines,shellareciatetheyearsofcleanclothesIverovidedforfree。
Iturnthemattress。Alargemanilaenveloeismarked“DONOTTHROWAWAY。”Ioenit。Moreaers。Idumthecontentsontothefloor。Thereareoldhotograhs,letters,greetingcards,andnotesfilledwithsaysentiments,baduns,andsillynicknames。Therearecomicscliedfromnewsaersandbookreviews。Everysingleitemhadassedfrommyhandtohers。
“DONOTTHROWAWAY。”
Darnedkidknowsmetoowelt。
Ireadoveralifetimeofinsidejokesandsharedsentiments。Maybetheickuwasntsuchabadidea,afterall。Maybeithelshertofeellesssmallinabigworld。Maybe,too,theawfulsummerwasntformybenefit,butforhers。Itseasiertoleavewhenshesconvincedsheistooangrytostay。
Iretrievegarbagebagsfromthecarandthecurb。Clothesandshoesgobackintothecloset。Iremakethebedandileitwithstuffedanimals。Thecatslinksintotheroomandlooksaroundwithsusiciouseyes。FinallyshemakesalaceforherselfbetweenaChristmasbearandanEasterbunny。Myhusbandcomeshomeandcallsuthestairs。
“Juststraighteningu,”Itellhim。“Canyoufindsomeboxesforherstuff?”
Hebringsucartonsfromthebasement。“Sheleftamess,”hesays。“Idontmind。”Irely。Shesnotcomingback,’hesays。Hisangerisgone,andnowhessad。