“So I would say that your mother is more than a neophyte.
“The course takes 9 months, it’s very comprehensive. Now, you know Dawnie’s been depressed since she stopped teaching. That’s not a secret. You can’t live in this house & not know that. She’s had troubles on & off all her life with depression. Rikki, it’s a disease. And I think that taking this course, this going-back-to-school, but this time as a student, really lifted her out of the gloom. The gloom & doom. She probably needs to change her medication, up it a little, I’m getting into that. But this place — up north — is a Buddhist operation, the people who run it are all Buddhists. Dawnie printed out the application from their website and went through it very thoroughly. They asked her — they asked everyone who applied — to write an essay — we both had the impression it wasn’t, the essay wasn’t, it wasn’t an audition for the course. Not strictly speaking. They just asked that you write a personal essay conveying why you wanted to take the course & do the work, what you expected to get out of it, that sort of thing. They wanted to know a little what you imagined your plans were for the future, in the sense of utilizing whatever you learned with them. But not in any serious detail. I think it was more about hearing you explain your passion. That’s what they wanted to hear. Maybe a little about your experience too, in life. With the ‘great mystery.’ Because you may not know this but Dawnie’s had a lot of death in her life. Her mom at an early age, her brother — a drunk took him out — her dad, just a few years ago. She had a little sister who died at five months. Dawnie was 4. She’ll never talk about it, but believe me, she remembers it vividly.
“Dawnie was very excited about it; the course is only a few months away. That’s what our trip was about last month — looking for an apartment close to the Zen Center, a single. Dawnie called it her ‘room with a view.’ A room of one’s own. It’s a long time since she felt her independence, that sense of herself as a unique & separate individual on the planet, someone worthy and productive, a woman not just a wife, mom, teacher, or whatever the world chooses to describe her. She showed me the essay she wrote for those people, & Rikki, I tell you it was really something. Really something. One day, I’ll ask her to show it to you. Spectacular piece of writing. I didn’t think she was capable of that — no, that sounds wrong, that’s not exactly what I meant. I knew she was capable, let’s just say I didn’t think she had the tools. Rikki? I was completely floored by it.
“Long story short, Dawnie didn’t get in. I don’t think they really even considered her. They wrote her a letter saying they were sorry but the course was only open to professionals at this time. We were floored. I asked her if she wanted me to call, you know, speak to someone at the Center, to push a little and find out what the hell was going on, but she was adamantly against it. So, it completely — her plans were completely thwarted and I think there was some embarrassment too because she was so confident, and told some friends as well. Where she was going, & how long she would be away. The whole idea of going up there to be engaged in that kind of work touched her soul… I looked at the ad, the one clipped from the magazine, Buddhist magazine, looked at it very carefully, & to be honest, I still think it can be read either way. In other words, there aren’t any flashing lights that say CIVILIANS NEED NOT APPLY. I think someone in their outfit needs to take a closer look at wording, at how things are worded. Because I’m an engineer, I pay attention to that sort of thing. But evidently, we both misunderstood. Because I read the ad right along with her.
“That’s what put her to bed. It has nothing to do with your situation with Reeyonna. In fact, Dawnie said something to me about it this morning. She hasn’t talked much, but she was worried you’d think you weren’t on her mind or that she wasn’t going to offer any support or guidance. She wanted me to convey that. Because I know she plans to, soon as she pulls out of this little nosedive. This has happened a few times before. It’s a lot of darkness, what the therapists call ‘family of origin’ stuff. Early trauma, all that PTSD rigmarole. It’s real, but I don’t think knowing the reasons behind it helps.
“I’m not going to let her go on like this forever. If she doesn’t improve by next week, I’ll take her to see someone.”
Jim heard his wife crying & excused himself to go to her. He got as a far as the hallway then turned back to Rikki.
“I keep kicking myself. Wondering if it was a mistake to include the check — the tuition was $5,000 & I sent a check along with Dawnie’s application. The check of course was returned. I keep second-guessing that maybe they thought that was arrogant or presumptuous. Sending along the check, like it was a fait accompli. But it was a completely innocent thing! We both were excited, I was excited for her. See, I thought it was essentially a done deal, we both did. But jeez, maybe someone thought it was a bribe! I need to stop kicking myself. Still, it’s there. ‘If I hadn’t sent the check, then she’d be in.’ What they call magical thinking. Isn’t that dumb?”
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The selfish relief Rikki felt was quickly overtaken by apprehension about his fostermother’s condition.
He went to his room and called Reeyonna because he’d been giving her updates & wanted to tell her it wasn’t the baby thing that was freaking his mom, but something else. I mean, she probably is flipped about the baby, but right now my dad said she’s flipped she lost this job that she thought she was gunna get. Or this job she was paying for to get. She thought she got hired but she didn’t. My dad was telling me.
Ree said she was almost ready to ask her mom for the trust money. He didn’t say anything; that was her business. The whole reason behind her asking for the trust money made him overall nervous. Having a kid was huge enough, but now ReeRee was talking about moving out & getting a place of their own. They were going to buy a bungalow in Hollywood, depending on how much money she got from her mom. And if they didn’t buy the bungalow, Ree said they’d rent a duplex, maybe over on Fairfax. He never had his own place like that, didn’t know shit about it. When he pictured the new place, he saw himself sitting on the bare floors wondering who you even called to set up the wireless. And plus, he was going to be a father. It was all so huge & fucked up he couldn’t even deal.
Rikki smoked & got his email. A friend sent a video of four guys in A&F/HOLLISTER hoodies banging this girl at school who never turned down a rape. They were all wearing Obama masks, it was kinda funny, kind of okay. He scanned the stickamgirls/facebookam/Talk To A Stranger sites where the screen’s split into webcam twos: like, a girl would be in her bedroom on the top screen, watching the stranger in his bedroom on the bottom, & there’d be a scroll of whatever they were keyboarding each other usually just shit like show it to me, you’re so fuckin hot, show me your tits—bullshit like that. For some reason the girls always showed their faces but the strangers typically made sure the webcam cut em off at the neck so that all you usually could see was their hands strobe-stroking their big dicks. The one he started to watch was funny because the girl’s little sister burst into the room in the middle of it & saw what was going on and shouted “Perv!” at her sis then left, slamming the door. A 9-year old calling a 12 year-old a perv cracked him up.