certain amplitude, and when added, the sum is zeroââ
âLost you.â
âOK, OK, wait. Our kind of time, one oâclock, two oâclock, summer, fall is just the most probable direction, the most probable path in space out of lots of other paths, the one the most people take.â
âA path.â
âYeah.â He lifted his eyebrows. âTimeâs a dimension.â
âOK. So on one path, you lived this life. Or you could of took another road and lived in China.â
âOr Africa or Chicago. If I had taken a less probable path.â
âWell, thereâs the deal, isnât it? The scientist should have told us how you change paths. Plenty people would.â
âI would. My mom keeps going on about how these years are precious, but I just want to rocket forward. Does that make sense?â
âWantinâ years to be minutes? Oh, yeah. I can understand that.â
Very small smile. âI knew you could.â
âWhy?â
âJust knew.â He couldnât hold eye contact and chugged the last of his beer.
The conversation stalled.
Didnât bother Delpha. In all her life to come, no matter how long or how short, there was no way sufficient quiet could accumulate to balance out the years of noise. The light fell on his face, bony now, the kind of face men grew into. She put stooped Isaac in a brick college, tie, hair trimmed up, touch of gray, professor like Dr. Einstein. Made him stand up straight. Gave him a tall blonde wife with glasses, kids.
She got two more beers from the icebox. When she putdown the bottles and sat, Isaac broke the silence. âEducation isâ¦was this huge deal to my parents. Man, talk about saving. By the time I was eight, theyâd saved up my whole college tuition so I could go to anywhere.â
âSo, why arenât you going anymore?â
âOh.â He looked down at the scarred wood table. âI will. Just not right now. My mom thinks she doesnât need any help but she does.â
âWhatâs your dad say?
His lips mashed in. âMy dadâsâ¦he passed away.â
âOh. Sorry to hear about that. Boys need their dads.â
He didnât look up. âGirls too.â
âThatâs true. Just, boys that didnât have a daddy, theyâre either searchinâ or taking it out on a woman lotta their life.â
âOh, great.â
Delpha pressed the barrel of cold bottle into her forehead and counted shit, shit, shit . She cleared her throat. âKnow what. I can run off terrible at the mouth.â
They sat there. He glanced up at her through his lashes, long lashes for a boy. âNo, wait. Guys that didnât have a dad, did they tell you that?â
She shifted sideways on the stool so that she faced the refrigerator. âNo, Isaac, and thatâs what I mean. Bunch of women told me that.â
âOh.â He nodded. They sat. After a while his fingers tapped her forearm. âSo, did you go to college?â
She didnât laugh. âNo.â
âWould you have liked to?â
âYes.â
âWhat would you have studied? I mean, like your major?â
âWhen I know the answer to that, Iâll know what Iâm saving money for. What are you studying?â
âScience. The only other thing I ever liked as much was mythology.â He shook his head. âI was this dorky kid. Not the biggest Superman fan, surprisingly. Well, not true. Supermanâs Return to Krypton was cool. But Theseus, Perseus, Dedalus, theyâre major league. And Zeus and Thor. I wanted to hurl lightning on people.â A pause. âI sound five years old, right?â
âSome people need lightning. Tell me âbout your dad.â
Isaac leaned his forehead between index and thumb, so that his fingers shaded his eyes. âHeâsâ¦He wasââhuge, soft, helpless smileââthe best.â He sniffed
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