clambers down to the ground and scampers toward Elena, diaper sagging almost to his knees. Suddenly everythingâLaurenâs gaping robe, Maxâs legs across her lap, Elena picking happily through the trashâmakes Kateâs eyes fill with tears. She pats the top of her head, looking for sunglasses that arenât there.
âKate?â Lauren says. She is squinting. âAre you all right?â
âSorry,â Kate says, swiping a finger beneath each eye. âItâs nothing.â
Elena looks up then, too, alert to some shift in the air, watching Kate with those big, long-lashed eyes. âAre you crying, Aunt Kate?â
âA little,â Kate says. âBut Iâm fine, honey.â
âAre you sad?â
Sad âa word this little girl must have heard a lot of lately. Three years old. What could she possibly understand it to mean?
âIâm a little bit sad,â Kate tells her, forcing a smile, feels it tremble dangerously on her face. âBut donât worry.â She looks back at Lauren. âItâs nothing, Lauren. Honestly. Just hormonesââ She catches herself a second too late. The excuse has become such a reflex that she forgot who she was talking to. Kate had no intention of foisting her problems on poor Lauren. âSorry,â she says with a short laugh. âStrike that from the record.â But her sister-in-law does not look fazed. In fact, she looks slightly energized, as if the intimation of someone elseâs trouble has awakened something in her, some new tick of life.
âAre you and Patrick trying?â
Trying âthe term has always made Kate cringe. But Lauren is just the type who would say it. The ones who say it are the ones who get pregnant, Kate thinks.
âWell, you know. Trying is the operative word,â Kate allows. She touches the corner of each eye. âIt hasnât been going so well.â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be,â Kate says, wanting to add: You canât feel sorry for me. Your life is so much worse!
âWhat does your OB say?â
Kate shrugs. âShe doesnât know. No one knows. Thereâs nothing really wrongânothing technically wrong, I mean.â She is talking quickly now, and Lauren looks as though sheâs really listening to her, as though she actually understands her, and Kate has to suppress the urge to tell her everythingâthe rote sex, the embarrassing seduction attempt, the sadness theory. But she canât tell Lauren the sadness theory, not when Laurenâs life is the sadness.
âAnyway,â Kate says, with another awkward laugh. âThatâs the deal. But weâre not telling people, really. The family, I mean. Because, you know, once itâs out thereâ¦â
âOh, I know.â Lauren smiles then, a genuine smile. âBelieve me. I wonât say a word.â
It occurs to Kate that maybe she doesnât really know Laurenâhas her sister-in-law always been so blunt? Sheâs always struck Kate as so upright and proper, but maybe grief has altered her, reshaped her. Maybe, in the same way Kateâs college friends have become more soft and circumspect, the profoundness of Laurenâs loss has made her more candid, brought other, truer parts of her to light.
âThanks,â Kate says. She surveys the pool. The water looks cleaner, even bluer somehow. The breeze makes slight ripples in the surface. The kids are still playing in the trash pile, Elena making piles of the piles, instructing Max on where things go. Bugs. Leaves. Paper.
âListen,â Kate says then, propping the pole at her side. âI want to help you, Lauren.â
âYou already have.â
âNo, no, not just today,â Kate says. âNot the pool. I mean, in general.â
Lauren shakes her head quickly. âThatâs okay.â
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