‘It’s really none of my business, but sometimes I overhear things that I’m not supposed to.’ The potatoes disappeared into her mouth.
‘Like what?’
‘I’m not sure I should say.’
The way Melanie looked at me then, blandly and without blinking, made me want to scream, but I decided to try a bit of light-hearted bribery. I rustled up a super-sized grin and said, ‘Bread pudding with extra rum sauce for dessert?’
Melanie stared thoughtfully at the county map of Ireland etched on the window glass behind me before answering. ‘I guess it’s OK. I already told Jay.’ She put her fork down, folded her hands on the edge of the placemat in front of her and leaned across the table toward me. ‘One evening when I was waiting for Hutch, I overheard Tom and Laurie talking. Do you know what SRS is?’
I thought for a moment, running through a myriad of possibilities. Sound Retrieval System? Student Record Services? Scoliosis Research Society? I gave up. ‘Do I have to play twenty questions?’
Melanie didn’t smile. ‘It’s sexual reassignment surgery.’
I took this information in, turned it around a few times, but it didn’t go anywhere. ‘So?’ I took a sip of my iced tea, waiting for Melanie to answer. She was taking her time.
‘Laurie is a man.’
I sucked iced tea into my lungs, and began coughing so violently that nearby diners turned their heads and whispered to one another behind their hands as if deciding who’d be the first to get up and save me with the Heimlich maneuver. When I finally regained control of my lungs, I laid down my napkin and croaked, ‘That’s impossible.’
‘You can think that, but you’d be wrong.’
My mind reeled with images of Laurie, svelte, glamorous Laurie, gliding around the dance floor, sharing beauty tips with me in the dressing room. ‘But I’ve seen Laurie in her underwear! She’s got bigger boobs than I do! Are you sure that you heard correctly?’
Melanie nodded. ‘This was a bit more serious than my mistaking “where there’s life there’s hope” for “where’s the lavender soap”, so before going to Jay with what I suspected, I confronted Laurie. She admitted it.’
I must have managed some sort of gasping denial because Melanie continued, ‘Laurie has been living as a woman for three years, Hannah. She’s supposed to have SRS next month in Singapore.’ Melanie leaned closer. ‘But SRS or no SRS, nothing will change the fact that she is still a he.’
I took a deep breath. ‘I simply can’t believe it. Laurie’s so feminine. How…?’
‘Depilatories, hormones, surgery. You know.’
Hormones and hair removal products aside, what really blew my mind was I’d seen Laurie in the raciest, laciest panties in the Victoria’s Secret catalog. If Laurie were a man, and she hadn’t yet had her surgery, where did she hide her, oh gawd, privates? When I got home, I’d have to ask Paul. Maybe he’d know.
When I eventually remembered my seafood pie, I was amazed the dish was still hot. After toying with my entrée for a few minutes, I looked up and said, ‘Excuse me, Melanie, but I don’t see where you’re going with this. So what if Laurie is actually a man living as a woman. What harm is there in that?’
‘“It’s an abomination before the Lord.” Deuteronomy 22, verse 5. “The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman’s garment.”’
The words of a song from Porgy and Bess swam immediately to mind: ‘The things that you’re liable to read in the Bible, they ain’t necessarily so.’ Up until a few moments ago, I’d always liked Melanie, but then our conversations had never strayed into the landmine-strewn territory of politics or religion. Now I was having wickedly unchristian thoughts, like suggesting to Eva that she introduce Melanie to Jeremy Dunstan.
‘Melanie,’ I said at last, trying not to let my exasperation show. ‘Surely you recognize that there are laws in the Old Testament that simply don’t apply to modern life. How to sacrifice animals, for example, or sell your daughter into slavery. And for some silly reason, we’re not allowed to stone people any more.’
Melanie speared a shrimp and popped it into her mouth.
‘And contrary to Deuteronomy, you are wearing pants today.’
‘The men in ancient Israel didn’t wear pants.’
Oh, Lord. Where was Pastor Eva when I needed her? She could quote chapter and verse with the best of them, using the Bible to prove or disprove just about any point. This conversation with Melanie was going nowhere fast.
I pushed aside my seafood casserole, no longer hungry. ‘OK, so let’s take it as a given that Laurie Wainwright is biologically a man. So what?’
‘The Sweetheart Ball Championships that Tom and Laurie just took several firsts in?’
‘Yes?’ I’d read all about it. The results were already posted on the Sweetheart Ball website: First place. Waltz, Tango and Quickstep. International Standard Advanced. Thomas Wilson with Laurie Wainwright. Second in foxtrot and Viennese.
‘The championships are sanctioned by the National Dance Council of America,’ Melanie continued. ‘They have very strict rules, and one of those rules is: “a couple is defined as a male and a female.” Page four.’
I was beginning to think that Melanie could tell me on what page of the white pages my telephone number appeared. But I could see what she was getting at. According to the NDCA rules, Tom and Laurie were not qualified to dance as a couple. Oh-oh. ‘So, what will the Sweetheart people do if they find out? Take away their vouchers and plaques?’
Melanie shook her head. ‘It’s probably too late for that now, but they’d certainly be barred from future competitions, if they continue to dance with each other, I mean.’
‘Maybe after Laurie has the surgery-’ I began, but Melanie cut me off.
‘As I said earlier, it’s really none of my business.’
‘But you told Jay.’
Melanie shrugged. ‘He didn’t believe me, either. So I suggested it might be something he’d like to look into, that’s all, if he was concerned about protecting the reputation of the studio.’ She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. ‘But it’s a moot point, now, isn’t it?’
‘It is?’
‘Apparently Jay never said anything to the organizers, or to the judges. Tom and Laurie danced. End of story.’
I sat back, stunned, thinking, You self-righteous little fool. Do you think you can open a Pandora’s box of trouble, and simply walk away? End of story? No way.
I managed to finish my seafood pie, but when the waitress came by to refill our tea, I asked for the check. In spite of the tempting treats on the menu – crème brûlée cheesecake? – Melanie took a rain check on the bread pudding. Neither one of us was in the mood for dessert.
Twenty-Three
‘Well, that explains the scarf,’ Paul said when I told him about Laurie.
‘It does?’
‘Adam’s apple,’ he said, touching his throat. ‘Women have them, too, but they’re far less prominent. Laurie wore the scarf to hide it.’
‘Right,’ I said, feeling stupid. I took a few deep breaths. ‘OK,’ I continued. ‘Adam’s apples, I get. But how on earth did she hide… you know?’
‘Her sexual organs?’
‘Exactly.’
‘Well, the testicles could be tucked up into the body where they originally came from, I suppose. Whenever they get cold, they tend to migrate northward anyway.’
‘They do?’ In spite of sex education classes in high school and decades of marriage, this fact was news to me. ‘And the penis?’
‘Having little experience wearing ladies’ underpants, I really haven’t a clue.’
‘That’s reassuring, darling, but not particularly helpful.’
‘That’s why God invented the Internet.’
Logging on to the Internet in our basement office a few minutes later, I discovered that what Paul told me about the testicles was true; they could easily be persuaded to disappear within the body. As for what ‘transwomen’ did with their inconvenient penises, well, let’s just say that I now know one hundred and two uses for duct tape.