“I suppose you are decorating the house with guests for Christmas. Push that salt over here, will you?”
“Why would you suppose that?” Margaret stretched out a hand, a beautifully manicured hand, and passed him the salt and pepper. Her little victory with the mango strengthened her enough to concentrate on what her husband was saying.
“Because I asked you not to. It follows therefore that you would defy me.”
“Have it your way. Let’s just spend the holidays all alone in the cellar.”
“We haven’t got a cellar, Margaret. You should take a look around this place. You might like it. Come to think of it, I don’t believe you’ve seen the kitchen yet, have you? We’ve got two, two kitchens. One is—”
“Valerian. Please shut up.”
“But this is exciting. We’ve been coming here for only thirty years and already you’ve discovered the dining room. That’s three whole rooms. One every decade. First you found the bedroom. That is I assume you did. It’s hard to tell when a wife sleeps separately from her mate. Then in nineteen sixty-five I think it was, you located the living room. Remember that? Those cocktail parties? Those were good times. Heights, I’d say. You not only knew the airport and the dock and the bedroom, but the living room as well.”
“Yes. I am having guests for Christmas.”
“Then the dining room. Speak of a find! Dinner for ten, twenty, thirty. Think what’s before you in one kitchen, let alone two. We could entertain hundreds, thousands.”
“Michael’s coming.”
“I wouldn’t put it off any longer if I were you. If we hurry by the time I’m eighty we can invite Philadelphia.”
“And a friend of his. That’s all.”
“He won’t come.”
“I’ve never had more than twelve people in this house at any one time.”
“His friend will show and he won’t. Again.”
“And I am not a cook and I never have been. I don’t want to see the kitchen. I don’t like kitchens.”
“Why work yourself up this way every year? You know he’ll disappoint you.”
“I was a child bride, remember? I hadn’t time to learn to cook before you put me in a house that already had one plus a kitchen fifty miles from the front door.”
“Seems to me you did once. You and Ondine giggling away in the kitchen is one of my clearest and fondest memories.”
“Why do you say that? You always say that.”
“It’s true. I’d come home and you’d be—”
“Not that! About Michael, I mean. That he won’t show up.”
“Because he never has.”
“He never has here. Down here in this jungle with nothing to do. No young people. No fun. No music…”
“No music?”
“I mean his kind of music.”
“You surprise me.”
“And so he won’t be bored to death, I’ve invited a friend of his—” She stopped and pressed a finger to the frownie between her eyes. “I haven’t invited anybody down here in years because of you. You hate everybody.”
“I don’t hate anybody.”
“Three years it’s been. What’s the matter with you? Don’t you want to see your son anymore? I know you don’t want to see anybody else—but your own son. You pay more attention to that fat dentist than you do Michael. What are you trying to prove down here? Why do you cut yourself off from everybody, everything?”
“It’s just that I’m undergoing this very big change in my life called dying.”
“Retirement isn’t death.”
“A distinction without a difference.”
“Well, I am not dying. I am living.”
“A difference without distinction.”
“And I’m going back with him.”
“Sounds terminal.”
“It might be.”
“Christmas isn’t the best time to make decisions like that, Margaret. It’s a sentimental holiday full of foolish—”
“Look. I’m going.”
“I don’t advise it.”
“I don’t care.”
“He’s not a little boy anymore. The knapsack, I know, is confusing, but Margaret, he’ll soon be thirty.”
“So what?”
“So what makes you think he’ll want you to live with him?”
“He will.”
“You’re going to travel with him? Go to snake dances?”
“I’m going to live near him. Not with him, near him.”
“It won’t work.”
“Why not?”
Valerian put his palms down on either side of his plate. “He doesn’t care all that much for us, Margaret.”
“You,” she said, “he doesn’t care all that much for you.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Then I can go?”
“We’ll see. When he gets here, ask him. Ask him if he wants his mother next door to the reservation in a condominium.”
“He’s through with that. The school closed. He’s not with them anymore.”
“Oh? He’s done the Hopis? Gone on to the Choctaws, I suppose. No, wait a minute. C comes before H. Let me see, Navajos, right?”
“He’s not with any tribe. He’s studying.”
“What, pray?”
“Environmental something. He wants to be an environmental lawyer.”
“Does he now?”
“Yes.”
“Well, why not? A band manager, shepherd, poet-in-residence, film producer, lifeguard ought to study law, the more environmental the better. An advantage really, since he’s certainly had enough environments to choose from. And what will you do? Design no-nuke stickers?”
“You can’t make me change my mind.”
“It’s not a matter of changing it. It’s a matter of using it. Let him alone, Margaret. Let him be. You can’t do it over. What you want is crazy.”
“No. This is crazy. I live in airplanes now. Nowhere. Not in Philadelphia where I at least have friends. Not here boiling under a palm tree with nobody to talk to. You keep saying next month, next month, next month. But you never do it. You never leave.”
“But you do—whenever you like. Lots of people live in two places.”
“I want to live in one—just one. In October you said after New Year’s, you’ll come back. Then when New Year’s comes you’ll say after carnival. If I want to live with you I have to do it your way—here. I can’t keep flying back and forth across the ocean wondering where I left the Kotex. Anyway. I’m going back with Michael. For a while. Make a home for him.”
“You’ll have to eat corncakes. Three hundred and twenty-five per serving.”
“I told you he’s not there anymore. He’s applied at U.C. Berkeley, I think.”
“Marijuana cookies then. Two hundred—”
“You will not listen.”
“Margaret, promise me something.”
“What?”
“That you won’t go unless he agrees to it.”
“But—”
“Promise.”
She studied him for a moment for she never knew if he was teasing her, patronizing her or simply lying. But now he looked deadly earnest so she nodded saying, “All right. All right. That’s no risk.
“What about Jade, then?” asked Valerian.
“What about her? She can stay as long as she likes.”
“She thinks she’s working for you.”
“Let her work for you while I’m gone.”
“Oh dear.”
“Or just relax. She wanted to spend the winter here is all. Why, I can’t think.”
“Getting over an affair, I thought.”
“At her age it takes three days, not three months.”
“You don’t like her anymore?”
“I love her. But I’m not going to give up going back with Michael just to help her cool off for another month or two. Besides, look what she has to go back to.”
“What?”
“Everything. Europe. The future. The world. Why are you frowning? Does she need money?”
“No. No. Not that I know of. She signed on with some agency or something in New York, or is about to.”