Few minutes later he’s talking to Margo. Starts when he says “So,” for he has nothing else to say and nothing much is on his mind and definitely nothing’s on the radio and to pass the time he’d like to talk or just hear their voices and what they have to say, “so, anybody missing Mommy yet?” and Julie says “I am, when will we see her next?” Actually, started when he was thinking of his wife and how odd it’ll be going to sleep tonight without her, not only because there’ll be no one in the bedroom to speak to but they do it what? every day, almost every day, morning, little before he gets up, or afternoon if he’s home and kids are in school or away, or night soon after they get into bed and one of them turns off one of the side-table lights, and just holding her, mornings around four or five when it’s coldest in the room he almost always snuggles up and holds her from behind, for that’s the way she usually faces, his hand on her thigh or breast or in her pubic hair, sometimes clutching a bunch of it but gently so it doesn’t hurt or wake her, how he might even masturbate tonight for the first time in he doesn’t know how long, could be a couple of years, for he never does it when he knows she’ll be there that night or the next to make love with, feels if he jerks off that same day or even the one before it might stop him from getting or keeping his prick even semi-stiff and that when there’s less to shoot it reduces the final kick, and at his age when for years he’s been feeling there’s little by little less thrill at the end he doesn’t want to lose any of it, and he won’t be seeing her for two nights, no, tonight and two make three, and then what brought all these thoughts and this image of her up: back to him while she’s seated on her end of the bed, taking her bra off from behind, so he’d be observing this while lying or sitting up reading in bed, way her hands and arms twist around till the hook’s unhitched, light plop of her large breasts against her chest when the bra’s pulled away, two-or-so-inch buttocks’ crack rising above her old loose-fitting briefs. Came out of nowhere it seemed, just flashed in his pan or maybe something from underneath to temper being alone tonight in bed. Oh, “temper,” now where’d that one come from? And he says “In two days from now or, if Mommy’s having too good a time without us — only kidding. If she’s got something she has to do there that needs a third day, or let’s face it, if she just wants to spend another day with your grandfolks or they sort of put the screws on her to because they see so little of her and when they do it’s always with us. And she is their favorite child, you know, as much as they love your aunt — then a day more, which means altogether four nights.” “Three is how I count it,” Julie says and he says “If it makes you feel better, and maybe you’re right, for you’re tops in your class in math, then three,” and she says to Margo “Three, I know it — Daddy’s wrong and I’m right.” “We’ll all drive to the train station to pick her up,” he says, “—she’s arranging it to come in around five or six so we can do that,” and Julie says “Whoopee, I love trains — I want to take one,” and he says “One day, to New York — they’re faster and all-around safer I bet, with no possible problems on the highway and we won’t have to find a place to park or worry about our car being stolen there or pay through the nose for a garage, but Margo,” for he hasn’t heard from her yet, “my Margo, sweetheart, you love trains too, don’t you?” and she says “Can I stay home when you go?” and he says “Of course not, you can’t be home alone — not at your age; you’re too beautiful and you might be stolen — only kidding. Mommy hates when I make jokes like that, says they scare you,” and she says “They do.” “Well, don’t be, nobody’s stealing you; we live in a safe neighborhood and all our doors at night are always locked and windows too. Besides, someone tries to break in, bam, one sock in the kisser from me and he’s gone forever if not knocked unconscious. But why wouldn’t you want to go pick Mommy up with us? We can go to the platform when the train comes in and help her with her bags and things — might even be a present or two for you in them,” and she says “Mommy’s been mean to me lately, I hate her,” and he says “No you don’t, and if you did, it could only be for a few minutes; your Mommy’s a darling,” and she says “I do, you don’t know,” and he says “Okay, why? I’m going to be reasonable, why?” and she says “She yelled at me — she had no reason to,” and he says “For not getting out of the bathroom sooner this morning? I heard; you were in there brushing your hair and she had to go to the john badly,” and she says “She could have used the other bathroom and she didn’t have to scream,” and he says “She only raised her voice and that bathroom’s in your grandparents’ room and they were sleeping, so she didn’t want to wake them,” and she says “She’s their daughter, she could do it like I do when I have to go in your bathroom and you’re in bed, and how do you know they were sleeping? — she didn’t even knock,” and he says “Because their door was closed,” and she says “That doesn’t mean anything,” and he says “It means they’re not ready yet to be disturbed even by their favorite daughter unless it’s an emergency, but something more serious than just number one,” and she says “Number one?” and he says “To pee, to urinate; the other’s number two, defecation. And Mommy thought it’d be easier, instead of disturbing them, for they are fairly elderly people, for you to get out of the bathroom if you were only brushing your hair,” and she says “How do you know I was only doing that? — there are no peepholes there,” and he says “Because you said so. I’m brushing my hair, can’t you go to the other bathroom? My hair’s important; you want me to look nice, you always say.’ Sometimes, you know, you can get a little disrespectful and headstrong, kid, so she thought she had to raise her voice to get through to you. But don’t worry about it, it’s over. Mommy for sure doesn’t think any less of you because of it, and when you speak to her on the phone later, you’ll see: everything will be fine. In fact, everything’s going to be peachy cream cheese for the rest of the day. We’ll have some fun when we get home, what do you say?” and she says “What?” and he says “I don’t know; reading, maybe playing Scrabble together or Monopoly — something, after supper. I might even break my cardinal hatred of TV and watch it for an hour with you,” and she says “Okay, and this is good, talking personal-like; Mommy might be mean sometimes but you’re mostly nice,” and he says “Isn’t that the same thing? So Mommy and I are even in your feelings — great. And when, long as we’re talking, haven’t I been nice? Only kidding, but really, when?” and she says “Like today when you punched me. I should be madder at you than I am at Mommy for what she did, but we made up,” and he says “When did I do that and when did we make up?” and she says “You punched my arm right before you said you were very sorry you did and me and you hugged and made up,” and he says “Wait, I don’t remember — you kidding me now? And it’s something I should remember — I hit you? I mean, I’ve done it before, not hard, just little hits or smacks, and so few times that I remember every one of them, but today?” and she says “In Grandma’s apartment, this morning. You wanted to leave fast and thought I was slow and then when I was out of the door going to the elevator and forgot something and went back in to get it, you followed me and grabbed my arm and punched it. I hurt and it still hurts, my arm,” and he says “I never punched you. What do you think, I’m stupid — I’d forget that? I remember the scene now and there was no punch. I did grab your arms, or shoulders. Not ‘grabbed’ them — held them when you turned around. And besides, I wasn’t in such a rush. I still hadn’t said goodbye to Mommy and I can’t just do it in a second, race over to her, quick kiss and goodbye. It’s not the way we do it. I wouldn’t be seeing her for a few days so I’d say something, she’d say something to me, we’d hug and stuff — like that, same as I’d do for my kids, but different. But as for you, it’s true, I said let’s get going, meaning you kids should start for the car, since Grandpa wanted to go downstairs with you. Maybe he did that to give Mommy and me a moment of privacy, but I also had to stay behind a couple more minutes to see if I forgot anything for the car and to say goodbye to Grandma. And you flew out the door and then flew back and I said ‘Where are you going, I thought you were leaving?’ and you didn’t say but continued to run past me and that’s when I grabbed you, or held you — sort of snatched you out of the air, you were running so fast — just to get an answer from you, since I didn’t like you racing past without giving one,” and she says “You grabbed my arms tight — clenched them hard, so it felt like punching and I didn’t see all the time your hands, so it could’ve been one. And you yelled ‘Hey, listen, where the hell you going? We’ve got to go, so stop wasting time,’” and he says “I didn’t say that,” and she says “You did, everybody heard except maybe Grandpa in the elevator. Mommy must have heard you from wherever she was in the house. And I had a mark where you grabbed or punched me and I bet I still have it — I looked at my arm in the lobby when we were waiting for you and Grandpa said where’d I get that? I didn’t tell him; you wouldn’t want me to. But you were too rough with me and you have been too rough lots because of little things I do, but you’re still nice most times, or half of them,” and he says “No, really, I didn’t, you’re imagining it, no, and unless I convince you otherwise you’ll probably think I did this to you today for the rest of your life. I wasn’t rough with you this time though I admit I have been a bit too rough with you other times, or just demanding. Or, you know, when the house suddenly looks a chaotic mess to me and I can’t find anything or am always stumbling over everything and have to get the whole joint cleaned up in five minutes or I feel it’ll overwhelm me. When I get like that, a bit carried away, true, or can’t find my wallet or glasses or keys when I’m leaving the house…but I always apologized for it or did nine times out of ten. In other words, I think I recognize my mistakes right after they happen but maybe don’t do enough to stop them from returning,” and she says “I’m not talking of those times with your glasses and things. But Mommy knows what I’m saying how rough you’ve been, Julie’s seen it, almost everyone we know has, but they don’t tell you because you’re my father and they don’t think it’s up to them to say. And maybe because they’re scared of you when you act like that — pushing people around and screaming and grabbing their arms hard; I know I am,” and he says “Mommy thinks I punched you today?” and she says “No, I didn’t tell her because I was angry at her too, but Julie saw the mark on my arm downstairs,” and he says “Hey, is Julie sleeping? — I have a feeling,” and she says “You’re just changing the subject,” and he says “I’m not, but is she?” and she says “She fell asleep while we were talking,” and he says “So let’s talk in whispers; she needs the rest and I don’t want to wake her anyway. And if I did grab you too hard today — I don’t think I did and I certainly didn’t punch you, though there could be a chance I forgot on the first score — then I’m sorry. You know I have a temper sometimes and occasionally even go way out of control and my sense of how everything has to be just so-so to perfect, not sloppy, and on time and stuff and how it gets to me when it isn’t sometimes, foolishly though and beyond my powers to stop it, or just can’t. I don’t like it and I’m sorry if I acted that way to you today, let’s say, and surely sorry if I left any marks on your arm, but most of all sorry if I ever made you scared of me,” and she says “You have, to every—” and he says “Shh, shh, lower,” and she says “To everybody in the house but I think especially to me,” and he says “Not everybody, or not so much,” and she says “Yes, to everybody, and much, too much, where we hate you,” and he says “Okay then, I’m sorry, I apologize, to you and through you to everybody, you can even tell them that if I forget to,” and she says “All right, and I’m sorry too but glad we spoke about it, are you?” and he says “Sure, it’s always smart to talk things out that are bothering you,” and she says “I’m glad you think that because that’s what I’m starting to think too.”