one of the kids standing in her yard.
âAunt Elaine crashed her car,â he said.
T here are a couple of other people roaming around in Ackermanâs garage too. Thereâs a young girl flipping through his recordcollection. Thereâs an old guy rooting around in a box of tools. Ackermanâs middle-aged, not much older than me. Heâs way too young to have lost a wife, but maybe too old and too sad to look for another one.
âThat chairâs gonna go quick,â he says. âI wouldnât dillydally.â
Ackermanâs right. Thereâs already another guy eyeing it. I look at this guy and can tell exactly what heâs thinking. Heâs thinking about the chairâs possibilities. Heâs thinking about where he could put it in his house, who he could talk into using it. Heâs not thinking what Iâm thinkingâhow I miss Elaine so damn much that I stopped by her husbandâs garage sale to buy something she once sat in or touched or that still held the scent of her shampoo. Before this other guy pulls out his wallet, I pluck the price tag off the chair and hand Ackerman my money.
âSold,â he says.
A ckerman pulls the chair down from the rafters. Everyone else is gone now; itâs just me and him. Grief isnât a contest, but suddenly I want it to be. I want someone to invent a grief-testing machine and then hook both of us up to it so I can show Ackerman I miss his wife way more than he does.
âYouâre really gonna enjoy this chair,â he says.
What a normal person does now is says âthank you very muchâ and walks back to his car. This isnât what I do. Now that Iâm here, I realize how badly I want to get inside Ackermanâs house to see what other things of Elaineâs Iâm missing out on. The only way I can figure out how to do this is to pretend to faint. And so thatâs what I do. I roll my eyes back in my head and make my legs go slack and down I go.
âOh shit,â Ackerman says.
After I count to twenty, I open my eyes.
âLetâs get you somewhere cool,â Ackerman tells me.
âYes,â I say. âLetâs.â
I sit on Ackermanâs couch and eat a banana. I assure him Iâm fine, that this happens to me once in a while.
âLow blood sugar,â I say.
He hands me a glass of water and I drink it down. Lately Iâve been listening to a lot of talk radio for company. I donât care what the topic isâsports or celebrity gossip or politicsâIâm just really scared of it being quiet. I want to ask Ackerman what he does to fill up the silence, how he copes with Elaine being gone, but I canât let him know Iâm anything other than a random garage sale pervert.
âGreat house,â I tell him.
I look out the window into his backyard. Thereâs a garden bed with some sweet corn and cucumbers, thereâs a patio with a fire pit. Elaine always complained about Ackerman being selfish, not paying enough attention to her, but he seems nice enough to me.
âYou want to see the rest of the place?â he asks.
T he last time I shoplifted anything was in high school, but each room Ackerman and I walk through I shove something of Elaineâs into my pocketâa five-by-seven black and white of her at the beach, a fridge magnet, a dart from the rec room. When Ackerman goes to take a piss, I slide into the bedroom and shove a pair of her panties into my pocket.
âIâm really sorry about all this,â I tell him when he comes back.
âIt happens,â he says. âItâs not your fault.â
Weâre standing on his front porch now, staring out toward the street. A car slows down for a speed bump. Itâs a convertible, full of teenagers. When they go over the bump they bouncearound, laugh their asses off. Ackerman stares at them and I see tears form in his eyes. I understand how something insignificant can
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