Sue. She does charity work. We have a dog, too. His name is Jules, and he likes to watch us play badminton, so he can chase the badminton birds. When one goes outside the fence, he retrieves it.â
They went on to discuss the Oliviers for a while, with both of them embellishing the lives of the family. How Marcus loved to paint and how Swan was a pianist. And how Jules would sit on the line of the net, his head going back and forth, back and forth, watching the badminton bird rise and descend. They piled on details until the vague and airy outline of the Oliviers threatened to collapse. And then they stopped.
After a silence, Mary said, âTo make this trip, weâd need money. A lot.â
âI still have almost three hundred dollars.â
âWeâd need more than that. Weâd be gone a few days. Weâd have to pay for gas and food and motels. Iâd have to go to the bank and get some of my own money. Itâs not that I mind, itâs just that sometimes itâs hard to convince the bank person that I need it.â But when was the last time sheâd had to? Not in months, for she needed nothing beyond what the trustee would send her every month for food and clothes and spending money. He himself paid Rosellaâs salary out of his trusteeâs account.
âIâll pay you back.â
Mary frowned. The would of this discussion had turned to will, as if it were decided, and Mary wasnât sure she liked this being taken for granted. âIâll think about it.â
âOkay.â
Mary was left then to think about it. She would much prefer to argue about it. She lay with her hands behind her head.
âI can go in the bank with you,â said Andi.
âNo. Youâd tell him I need triple-bypass surgery. Good night.â Mary turned over on her side and watched the pale night beyond the window. She could see the small blooms of cactus, the shapes of rocks. It might be, she thought, what the landscape of the moon looks like. Sleepily, she thought of driving and driving and driving through it. Idaho. Idaho. She formed the word soundlessly, thinking it must be Indian.
15
As they sat eating blue-corn pancakes, Rosella said, âTomkinâs car is busted. I thought maybe we could drive into the city and Tomkin could drive you back in our car.â Rosella turned another pancake on the grill.
âBut then how would Tomkin get back?â He was Rosellaâs friend and was to have picked her up this morning. Driving into the city was exactly what Mary wanted. She exchanged a look with Andi.
âHim? Easy, heâs got a lot of friends with cars.â Rosella plopped another pancake on Maryâs plate. âJust donât let me catch you driving that car, miss. I know what you get up to, donât think I donât.â
â Me ? Iâm only fourteen, for heavenâs sakes!â
Rosella grunted. âYouâre only fourteen when it suits you. Rest of the time youâre a hundred fourteen.â
Mary poured a thick band of syrup over her pancake. âAndi can drive. Legally.â Mary looked across the table at Andi, who smiledâwho beamed âat Rosella.
Rosella looked at Andi with deep suspicion. âWho says?â
âRosella, Iâm seventeen. Do you know anyone who doesnât learn to drive by then?â
âYes, plenty. Zuni donât think driving cars is what lifeâs all about.â
Andi ignored this. âLearning to drive, itâs like being baptized; itâs like a Vision Quest.â
Rosella raised her eyebrows over her coffee cup. âWhat do you know about Vision Quests, eh?â
Andi started in on a long description, little of which was authentic, most of it a litter of specifics tossed out so carelessly that it was hard to separate fact from fancy. There was a detailed accounting of eagle-feathered headdresses and the summer solstice âwhen you go back for the
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