right now,â and she thought that meant something great about him, like that he was, unlike anyone else she knew, exactly who he was. Really what it had meant was that Johnny took everything literally.
She had wanted Johnny with a hunger that had never truly been satedâand at least they still had that. Their bodies fit together in a way that she hadnât imagined possible but that he was clearly used to. He hadnât said to her, the way she had to him, This is the best Iâve ever had , or All I can think about is making love to you . Instead, in response, he had smiled and said something like, âYep, it is pretty good, isnât it?â If there was one thing Johnny knew, it was his way around a womanâs body. A womanâs mind, though: that was another story. Especially a woman like Myra, it would turn out. âThe others werenât like you,â he had said to her once. She hadnât been sure if this was a compliment, but it did make her feel slightly comforted, and also superior and safe from being filed in the same folder as these other women. Pretty, blond, unintelligent, gone.
She had decided to take the fact that he considered her different from the others as a sign that perhaps he was interested in having her encourage him toward self-improvement. So she began: âDo you ever want to go back to school?â âNope. Iâm forty-four. That would be stupid.â He had gotten up from the table, leaving his supper unfinished. And that was that. She had tried to ask again and he had snapped at her to drop it. Later, she would learn he barely had a grade ten education, but also that there were reasons for this.
She had never told Johnny what it was that sheâd wanted. She had never admitted to him that when her former friend Wendy had said that women would come to live with Johnny and end up pregnant she had thought, with the misdirected clarity only a drunk person can have, that perhaps she had found her answer. That night, through the distortion of too many cosmopolitans or margaritas or whatever they were, she had seen a way to leave it all behind: the disappointment of the city, the starkness of the fertility clinics, the embarrassment, yes, embarrassment she had felt when the doctors had said there wasnât a problem with her, per se, and nor was there a problem with Colin, but that they couldnât really understand why she wasnât getting pregnant. In Johnny and the marina and the boys she had seen a way to avoid witnessing the inevitable dissolution of her marriage to Colin, too. (Oh, and technically, they were still married. Technically, they had been in the midst of a trial separation when she had, as he put it, run off to the woods. But it was such a tepid dissolution that neither of them had bothered to do anything about it. Three years, and she hadnât heard from him. She supposed she had always figured that as soon as she got pregnant, sheâd get in touch about a divorce. And that in the meantime, if he ever met someone or decided he needed closure, heâd do the same. But nothing had happened in either direction. And she had not told Johnny about Colin at all, at first because she had been nervous about mentioning it and later because she had realized how pointless it was. It wouldnât matter to Johnny. He was never going to ask her to marry him anyway, so her being technically still married to someone else was of little consequence.)
Once, Myra had said to Johnny, âWe should go to the city.â It was fall, not yet winter, and the leaves on the trees in their yellows, reds, and golds made her think of fresh starts even though they werenât really, even though what the changing of the leaves really signified was a last-ditch attempt at being something before the ultimate descent into nothing.
âLike, for a weekend?â
âNo. We should just go. We should sell this place and go. Youâre a natural
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