“What is it? Do you need a toothbrush or something?”
“I need to talk to you. Just for a minute,” he said quietly.
Liza stared at him. He just wasn’t going to give up, was he?
“It’s late, Jeff. We can talk tomorrow. Before you go,” she added.
“I’d rather talk now. When we can have some privacy. Just let me come in for a second. For goodness’ sake, Liza. We were married for over seven years.”
But we’re not anymore, Liza nearly replied, and you seem like a stranger to me now.
She wasn’t sure when that had happened. But she felt now as if she were seeing Jeff for the first time, from a great distance. And she wondered how and why she had ever married him.
“Please?” he asked.
“All right. We can talk. Just for a few minutes. Let’s go downstairs,” she suggested. She quickly stepped out of the room without giving him time to debate. Turning on her flashlight, she headed for the stairs.
Jeff seemed surprised by this maneuver but soon followed her downstairs and then into the parlor.
She sat in an armchair, giving him no opportunity to get close. “All right, Jeff. Here we are. It’s late, and I’d like to get some sleep.”
“I tried to sleep, but I knew I couldn’t. I want to apologize for what I did today. I was just so… so overwhelmed by my insight about our relationship,” he explained, “I had to share it with you. But I shouldn’t have come here without asking you first. I can see that now. I just want to apologize,” he added in a humble tone.
Liza was surprised. She thought she was going to have to field another plea for reconciliation. She could handle this conversation.
“It’s all right. I understand, I guess… Let’s just get past it, okay?” She took a deep breath. “I’ve done some thinking today, too. I’m not sure we should have ever gotten married. We always got along well, we seemed to want the same things out of life… but I’m not sure the feelings were ever deep enough to last. On either side,” she added, though it was painful to admit.
“Liza, please don’t say that. You’re still angry with me. About my-my mistake. The way I hurt you. And you have a perfect right to be.”
“I’m not angry anymore,” she said honestly. She didn’t know when that had happened. Maybe the rainstorm had washed all the anger out of her. “In fact, I even understand how it could have happened. Really,” she insisted. “When you came here today, I was upset. But I know I played a part in our breakup, Jeff. I can see that now. Getting back together just wouldn’t work for me. There’s nothing to build on anymore,” she said quietly. “I’m not sure there ever was much solid ground.”
His expression tightened with pain, and she felt sorry for what she had said. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She just wanted to be honest. Maybe for the very first time.
He was silent for a long while. At last he said, “So this is how you really feel?”
“Yes, that’s it. I can finally put it into words. I hope you understand.”
“I do,” he answered, then let out a long sigh. “I don’t agree, but I guess I have to accept this as your final answer.”
“It is. I admit, I’ve been uncertain these past few months about what to do. Or if we should try again. But I feel really clear about things now. I’m sorry to hurt you, but sometime in the future, I think you’ll see it was the right thing to do.”
She believed that, too, finally. She could see now in the rubble of their relationship an opportunity for both of them to be happier, to find a deeper, more genuine connection.
Would her connection with Daniel grow to something more? It was much too soon to say. But Liza could see from the short time they had spent together that there were possibilities for her.
She wasn’t pushing Jeff away for Daniel, but her time with him had helped her see that she had changed and Jeff just wasn’t right for her anymore. She needed something different. Someone different. Jeff did, too.
“I hope so, Liza. It seems I have no choice, no matter how I feel right now. Part of me will always love you,” he insisted.
He leaned down and gave her a hug. Liza didn’t resist. She knew part of her would always love him, too, in a certain way.
Jeff stood up. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night, Jeff.” Liza stood up, too, but didn’t follow him to the stairway.
She heard him go upstairs, and she went to the window. There seemed to be a break in the storm, though she wondered if it had ended for good. The thick gray clouds had parted and scuttled across the sky, driven by the wind.
Behind the clouds the full moon shone bold and bright, finally having its say. Liza thought it was a beautiful sight. It made her feel calm and whole, reminding her of the endless cycles that hold the universe together. That held her life together. Nothing really ended, not even a marriage. It evolved into something different, and life went on.
BACK in her room, Liza left her flashlight on the night table by her bed. She slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep.
She was not sure how long she had been asleep or what time it was when she heard the storm build again, the wind and rain beating against the windowpanes and rooftop. She woke up for a moment and rolled to her side, the rumble of thunder seeming part of her dreams.
It was sometime later when a brilliant light filled her room, startling her from a deep sleep. She sat up in bed, wide-eyed. It seemed as if a huge beacon had been shining into the bedroom windows.
Then she heard the crackle of lightning and a huge boom. The entire house shook, feeling as if it were about to explode. A thunderous cracking sound came next, then a huge crash-right above her head. It sounded as if the house had been hit with a bomb.
Liza jumped out of bed and ran into the hallway, grabbing the flashlight as she pulled open her bedroom door. Peter was already in the hallway along with Will.
Her nephew ran to her, looking frightened. “What was that, Aunt Liza? I smell smoke.”
“I do, too. Get a rain jacket and your shoes, Will, and wait in the foyer. We may have to leave the house.”
She didn’t think the house was on fire. There was no smoke alarm sounding. But she had no idea what had happened. It didn’t hurt to be cautious.
Claire came down from the third floor in her bathrobe, followed by Jeff. They both carried flashlights, and the thin beams darted around in the darkness.
“The big tree on the drive, right next to the house, was hit by lightning,” Claire reported. “A branch went through the roof.”
“Oh, great…” Peter pushed past everyone and ran up the steps, two at a time. Liza followed. They came to the third floor, and he pulled open the door to the attic.
Liza felt a cold rush of air and heard the rain coming in. She followed Peter up the narrow stairs. Ahead of her, he went all the way into the attic. She poked her head up to see what was going on.
“I can’t believe this,” he moaned. “Look at this mess!”
A huge tree branch had crashed through the roof and left a big jagged hole where the night sky could be seen clearly. The wind-driven rain poured in, soaking everything nearby-boxes and furniture and stacks of her aunt’s canvases that had been stored up there. Bits of shingles, tarpaper, the wooden beams of the roof, and pieces of the tree were also scattered all over. The branch itself sat heavy and immobile in the middle of everything. It looked like the tip of a big wooden arrow, Liza thought, that had been shot at their house by some angry giant.
“Let’s pull some of this out of the way if we can.” Liza didn’t wait for help. She ran over to the wettest area and grabbed what she could-a large steamer trunk-dragging it to a dry spot. Then she ran back to rescue more.
Claire and Jeff came up into the attic, and eventually even Will joined them, and everyone worked together to clear the space under and around the huge branch.