The door closed behind him and she did not turn around to say hello. He remembered a time when she would run from whatever it was that she was doing and kiss him wetly. Squeal for joy. Say, I missed you, Mark, and bury her face in his neck. Stick her hand down his pants and get on her knees. Of course, those emotions never last. But aren’t they supposed to be taken over by a deeper, more mature kind of love? Where was that?
He decided to say hello and be affectionate. It was a conscious, deliberate decision. It was not how he normally greeted her anymore. Something in the angles of her shoulder blades prompted it. It was not his normal way of approaching her when he came home. He walked toward her, approaching her boney back and slipped his hands around her waist. She turned her head around and looked at him with a grim curiosity. He had wanted her to turn around and kiss him or smile sweetly and the suspicious glance she gave him, the raised eyebrow, disheartened him. He slowly unwrapped his hands and sighed loudly. He pulled a beer from the fridge and went into the living room and watched TV.
What’s wrong with you, she said, standing in the doorway to the living room with her arms crossed.
I just tried to be nice and you didn’t care.
This is my only night off work this week. I’ve been working too hard.
Is that an apology?
I guess so.
Will you bring me another beer?
Yeah.
She came back with two beers and sat next to him on the couch.
You look really thin.
I’ve lost some weight.
Every time I set foot in this house you’re in the kitchen cooking.
She smiled widely at him — a strange grin, one he found unsettling. I like to cook, she said. She filled up a bowl with pot and smoked. Mark smoked. They stared at the TV.
Madeleine went into the bathroom and shut the door. He heard the water run in the tub. He walked quietly up to the door and ever so softly, leaned his head against it. He heard her pee. He heard her brush her teeth. He heard the mirror cabinet open. He thought he could hear her clothes drop to the floor, the wisp of cloth against tile. She shut the water off in the tub and Mark tensed against the door, fearing she could hear him listening in on her. He slid down and crouched.
He heard her toe break the water and she said oh and then made a hissing noise. Then she said ah aha. Her body dropped in, bit by bit and she moaned when she was all the way in. The water sloshed. Was he imagining he could feel the steam come out of the crack at the bottom of the door? He put his hand out to see if he really could. It felt warm and damp. He put his hand to his face and it felt wet.
He heard her move around, heard the water moving around. He heard her breathe deeply, exhaling loudly. He stood up and decided to knock.
Hey, Maddy, can I come in?
What for?
Brush my teeth. Take a piss.
The door’s locked.
Why the fuck is the door locked, he said and turned the knob and indeed, the door was locked. What the fuck is your problem, he said. I’ve got to take a piss.
He heard her get up out of the tub, the water making a sucking noise and seconds later she stood there, a large pink towel wrapped around her dripping body. Her face was bright red and her hair lay in wet strands around her face.
Come in.
Why’d you lock the door?
I wanted to take a long, peaceful bath and not be disturbed. That’s it, she said. She dropped the towel and stepped gingerly back in the tub and Mark noticed her skinniness acutely now. Her hipbones jutted out. Her chest bone was pronounced. Her breasts lay against her body like pancakes. With one forceful move, she pulled the shower curtain shut.
Mark sat down on the toilet and said, baby, you look really skinny.
Maddy sighed but said nothing.
Can I open the shower curtain? he asked.
She put her head outside of the curtain. One hand grasped the pink plastic material and she was angry now and he could tell by her jaw hanging stiffly. I just want to take a goddamn bath in peace, she said, something I like to do. Something I do with regularity and you aren’t letting me.
Maddy, pull the curtain and let me look at you.
She yanked the curtain open, the water sloshing forward and then she sat back heavily, her arms covering her breasts. A light film of bubbles covered the surface of the faintly blue water. It smelled of jasmine. Her mouth was open, her face covered with sweat and she said, here I am. Now you can look at me.
What’s wrong, baby. Why aren’t you eating?
Mark pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. He was sweating.
I’m going to have to pick up that T-shirt you know.
Well what should I do with it?
You should put it in the hamper. That’s where I’m going to put it later.
It’s not dirty.
Then I’ll have to put it in your drawer, instead.
Madeleine abruptly dropped her head under the water. When she came back up her cheeks were swollen and she spit out a stream of water like a fountain.
That was lovely. The bubbles must taste nice, he said.
Again she went under, quickly, again her cheeks ballooned out, but this time she spit the water at Mark, hitting him on his hairless chest.
Thank you, he said.
Anytime, she replied. She closed her eyes and let her tongue drop out to her chin.
Mark slid off the toilet seat and sat pressed against the sweating tub. His hair was wet now, his face dripping like hers. He put a hand in the water. He wanted to touch his wife, who seemed to be disappearing. He wanted to get in the tub with her. The water scorched his hand.
Jesus, Maddy, this water is hot as hell.
I like it that way.
Can I come in with you?
Oh, Mark.
Please? It’ll be fun. We haven’t taken a bath together in a long time.
We haven’t for a reason.
Let me come in. You could show me one of your tricks. You never do your tricks for me anymore. You used to do them extra well in the tub.
Neither of us does tricks for the other. Neither of us does anything for the other anymore.
Don’t say that. That’s not true. Let me come in.
Maddy looked away and Mark decided that this was a yes. He took off his pants and tried dipping a toe into the water.
This is impossible. You have to let me run some cold water.
Absolutely not, she said, and ran her hands over her bright face.
He put a foot in. It burned. Slowly, painfully, he managed to squeeze into the tub with her. His legs pressed against the sides and hers lay in between his, their backs against each end of the tub. The water rose to the edge and began draining through the hole underneath the spout.
Jesus, this water is so hot I can’t breathe.
Then get out.
Mark stared at his wife.
Maddy, stop being such a bitch. We have to stop being this way to each other, he said, and grabbed her calf.
Let go of my leg.
No.
Get out of my bath.
No.
He grabbed her other calf.
You’re a bastard.
You’re a fucking bitch.
Maddy stood up and he tried to pull her back down, still holding onto her legs. She slipped and steadied herself by holding onto his shoulders and he let go of her legs and held her wrists there, held her against his shoulders.
You’re going to kill me, she said.
She sat down again, shaken, plopping down directly on his lap.
I almost cracked my head open in my own bathtub and this is my only day off and you’ve ruined it.
I’m sorry.
You are not.
When was the last time we fucked, Maddy?