tried to read moreâby him and about him. And there was none of either. Or nothing I could find. The woman who taught the course on the Diaspora was my thesis advisor. She encouraged me to work on Gund. And so here I am.â
Arden sipped her coffee. It was a little bitter. âDo you take sugar?â she asked. âIâm sorry, I forget to ask you. Or cream?â
âNo,â said Omar. âI like it black.â
âItâs bitter,â said Arden.
Omar said nothing.
âItâs odd that youâre here,â she said, after a moment. âI mean, not just the surprise of your showing up like you did.â
âHow do you mean?â asked Omar.
âI donât know if I can explain it,â said Arden. She held her hands together, fingers aligned, as if she were praying, and then rubbed them back and forth, lightly against each other. âIt just seems odd ⦠I suppose it is because I meet so few people. So that now, when I meet someone, I think, How did this happen? Why?â
âBut you know why I am here,â said Omar.
âYes, of course,â said Arden. She almost said, I know why you are here for you, but I do not know why you are here for me.
âI wonder if â¦â Omar began, but hesitated.
âWhat?â
âLast night, when you came to my room, you said there was no chance you would change your mind. I wonder if you still think that?â
âYes,â said Arden. âI think I do.â
âBut youâre not sure?â
âI donât know,â said Arden. âIâd like to help. I would. But the thing you want, itâs the one thingâitâs a complicated thing for all of us: Julesâs life. Itâwell, even though heâs been dead three years, weâre all still very much engaged with him in some way. I donât think weâre ready to let him go. Which is what you seem to be asking, in a way.â
âIâm not asking that at all,â said Omar.
âI know youâre not. I mean, intellectually I know that. But emotionally, you must understandâor perhaps you canâtâwhat it is youâre asking.â
Omar looked troubled, but said nothing. He sipped his coffee. It was bitter.
âI thought about writing a biography myself,â said Arden.
âOf Jules?â
âYes.â
âWhen?â
âJust recently. Because of you. After we made our decision, I thought, Well, why donât I write a biography myself? I thought it couldnât be so hard. I went so far as to buy note cards. I wrote something I knew on each of the note cards, one fact about Jules on each, and I thought I would just arrange them chronologically and then elaborate upon these facts. And then fill in the blanks.â
âI see,â said Omar. âSo thatâs why you donât want me to do a biography.â
Arden laughed. âNo!â she said. âThatâs not it at all. Iâve given up on doing a biography myself. I gave it up very quickly.â
âWhy?â
âThere were too many blanks,â she said. âIt scared me, actually. I stopped out of fear.â
âFear of what?â
âFear of what I didnât know about Jules.â
âWhy did that frighten you?â
She looked at him. She shook her head. After a moment she said, âPerhaps I shouldnât be talking to you about this.â
âOh,â said Omar.
âUnder the circumstances, I donât think itâs right.â
âYes,â he said. âOf course. Iâm sorry.â
âNo,â she said. âYou shouldnât be. I brought it up. I donât know why. Iâm sorry.â
They sipped their coffee for a moment, and then Omar said, âI wonder if I couldâwell, at some point that was convenient, perhaps speak with all three of you together: you and Mrs. Gund and Mr. Gund.â
âOf course,â she
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