Corky and Vera had become closer in recent years because Vera had learned how to type. Every couple of weeks a typed letter from her sister, with a little drawing one of the twins had done, would arrive in the mail. It was the only personal mail Corky ever got, unlike Wayne, whose Army buddies, and even his ex-wife, often sent things to him. Lately, her sister had begun to hint that she would help out with the airline ticket if Corky came to visit. Since she had married Wayne, she had never gone anywhere without him. Wayne didn’t like her working two nights a week, so what would he think about her taking a trip to see her sister?
In the side room, Corky considered all the clutter that remained, even after Wayne had thrown out the newspapers and she had put away her sewing things so Will could color on the table. A year ago, on a rainy day, she and Will had played a game that had amused both of them. Corky would hide things, and Will had to guess where they were, either going on intuition or guessing because she gave him a hint. Will didn’t act like a sissy, but she wondered if he might be a mama’s boy because on the last visit he had wanted her to teach him how to embroider. He and Wayne were both loners: Wayne would stand on the pier with his hands plunged in his pockets, watching the fishermen by the hour; Will would sit on a bench and swing his feet, looking at the pelicans. You never knew what silent men were thinking. Corky expected the worst from silence. The man Corky had dated before she met Wayne had suffered from migraines and always wanted as much quiet as possible. All the time she knew him, the man insisted that people leave their shoes in the hallway when they entered his house, and he bought Squeak-Ease to squirt between the wood strips of the parquet floors. Sometimes when he was suffering from migraines a friend of his who lived next door and taught Buddhism at the local college would come and sit with him. That man had recently opened a small store that sold crystals in the shopping center where Corky worked. Inside was a poster of a smiling blond woman with her hands extended and various crystals placed on each palm. Asterisks floated above her hands like gnats at a backyard barbecue. The various crystals and their powers were identified at the bottom of the poster. Corky had bought a crystal keychain for Vera. The man told her that someone had once come in with a leather steering-wheel cover for her sports car and asked him to stud it with crystals so she could move her hands over them as she drove. The man called this “human folly.” He also studded the wheel cover for her. The crystal shop might be an interesting place to take Will. She wasn’t sure how long Will would be staying, and she was the sort of person — she admitted it; Wayne didn’t have to tease her into confessing — who liked to have plans and alternatives. She thought that this tendency, which Wayne made fun of, would actually be beneficial to good mothering. What was wrong with knowing what you were having for dinner the next night, or what you would do with a child if it rained? The last time Will visited, Wayne had picked up a few things at the last minute, and what an odd assortment of things they had been: a water pistol, a calendar of women in swimsuits, a chocolate bar as thick as a brick, and a hammer — an adult’s hammer, which Corky first saw when Will grasped it in both hands and banged it on the table. It left an indentation and made the biggest part of the chocolate bar fly off to the side, landing in her sewing basket. Later, she was tortured when Will went around the house running the hammer over everything as if it were a feather duster. Wayne had not let her confiscate the hammer because he had given it to Will. Until it was proven that he did damage with it, Wayne thought, it was perfectly fine for him to have the hammer, so Corky just held her breath as he ran it along the Formica counter in the kitchen. It wasn’t that he was destructive — it was just that a hammer was a strange and potentially dangerous thing to give a young child.
With a sense of pride, Corky imagined herself to be the most responsible adult Will encountered. She had never met Jody, but from the way Wayne presented her, she was one of those attractive, insulated women who waited until life came knocking on their door, and who had a sorceress’s power to see that it would. Apparently, she had had no interest in Wayne’s carpentry and thought that a college education was the only respectable way to go. Wayne said it was Jody’s fault that he lacked self-confidence; he had wasted precious years in exile because she wanted to live in the country, and commuting into the city became more of a hassle than it was worth. She already had a degree; he was supposed to work all day in solitude and then drive for miles to night classes in Washington and come home and do all the work in his spare time, which was never spare time because he was always on call as a handyman. Then she got pregnant — on purpose, he suspected — and insisted on having the baby, although the timing was bad and their relationship was already shaky. Corky could understand Jody’s position, though — others could do what they wanted, but Corky personally felt that abortion was a sin — yet she did not argue with Wayne. Instead, she tried to persuade him that the time was perfect for them to have a baby, that he shouldn’t generalize from one bad experience. Yesterday morning she had put a booklet about amniocentesis on the bedside table, and earlier in the week she had asked Corinne not to tell Wayne that Eddie had fainted moments before they performed a cesarean; she was pretty sure Eddie wouldn’t tell an embarrassing story about himself. Why tell someone like Wayne every plan, express every misgiving?
It did seem clear to Corky that if she hadn’t married Wayne, she would have left Florida by now. She missed the seasons in the North. She didn’t like tourists. She felt — though this was impossible to articulate, even in letters to her sister — that living in a place where the sunsets were so intense, she didn’t have a future. That the sun had a future, but she didn’t, and that hers was a life of little consequence. The sunsets were like the last lines of novels that let you know a sequel was planned, and that made her all the more uncertain — in spite of her hopes for a long, happy marriage to Wayne and her desire to have a child — about what would really happen to her. Sometimes, on the weekend, she would go to the pier with Wayne, and while he studied the sinking sun she would be thinking not that what she saw was romantic, but that the colors — the ever-deepening silver streaks and shades of pink and lavender — were exhausting in some way.
She always said yes reflexively when Wayne said the sunset was beautiful. There was no reason for him to know that she was avoiding looking at it, or that evening, so exhilarating for most people, made her sad because the enormousness of the sky made it clear that she was only a speck, a mortal speck, and that everything might end before she had what she wanted.
That day, feeling worn out, Corky had gone to her boss’s doctor for a shot of vitamin B12. The doctor asked no questions and the nurse asked her for fifteen dollars in cash as she was leaving. As far as Corky could tell, the shot really had been a pick-me-up. Why else would she be up when Wayne was asleep, turning over so many things in her mind? Photos of three grinning towheads had been framed above the doctor’s desk. Like archangels, they had hovered above his head as he wrote a prescription for Ativan, in case Corky had trouble sleeping. Except for taking medicine for menstrual cramps, Corky never took pills. Corky went into the kitchen, took the bottle out of her purse, and placed one of the tiny white pills on her tongue, establishing a bond with her employer, who took the pills throughout the day, not just to help her sleep. Marian said that Corky was her best employee, and that soon she wanted to start training her as a buyer. Of course, it was understood that if Corky got pregnant, taking care of herself would take precedence over anything Marian might have in mind.