to say Could we set up a time to talk, but a moment later my phone was beeping gently. The screen said, âCall ended.â
I tried calling Stephanie back but got her voice mail.
âShit,â I muttered, and scowled at the phone.
Lucy slapped my chin and laughed.
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Chapter 21
Northampton Lunatic Hospital
Northampton, Massachusetts
December 20, 1885
T he day Clara brought Martha back home to me was a hot and muggy one. I recall mopping my face with cold water as I waited by the window, struggling to appear cool and natural. Despite the obvious intensity of the heat, I feared looking anxious.
When Clara finally arrivedâclutching the bonneted MarthaâI sprang up from my chair. I wasnât sure, though, if I should run outside to greet her. Again, would that be natural? Would that be correct?
I do not know why I worried so, as Marthaâs and my separation had been so unnatural that surely nothing I did could top it. Still, I worried how carefully my behavior was being watched and analyzed. Matthew was not present, but my tedious nurse was, and I knew she reported the details of my behavior (that is, the ones that didnât make her look incompetent) directly to Dr. Stayer.
Dear Clara thankfully took things in hand.
âFrances and her girl should have a chance to reunite in private, donât you think?â she asked the nurse in a manner thatclearly communicated that she wasnât really asking at all. âIâm parched. Letâs have a drink out back under that beautiful maple tree.â
âI will bring some water right out to you ladies,â Tessa added.
Clara thrust Martha into my arms, hustling the nurse out before she could protest.
The nurse was to leave on the following dayâunless she and Dr. Stayer dreamt up some reason for her to stay and keep drawing a wage from Matthew.
The ladiesâ voices faded from me as Clara drew the nurse toward the maple tree. For a glorious moment, Harry, it was all Marthaâs eyes again. Theyâd fluttered open from Claraâs sudden movement, and there they wereâlike two secret gems kept from me the entire time Iâd been âresting.â As familiar now as ever. And as beautiful.
Iâd have stared into them all that afternoon had Martha not begun to fuss just then. I panicked, wondering if sheâd forgotten my face. And as I lifted her to my shoulder, whispering my love to her, her weight felt unfamiliar to me. I stretched out my arms to look at her again. I panicked. Her face seemed wider than my Marthaâsâher ears slightly pointier. I could not rememberâhad Marthaâs ears really been this pointy?
âMy girl,â I said, perhaps trying to convince myself. âMy sweet girl.â
She quieted more quickly than I expected, and I was relieved to think she had not forgotten me after all. I feared, however, that Iâd forgotten something fundamental about her. What that was precisely, I couldnât determine.
I carried Martha up the stairs and looked at her and myself in the mirror. The sight of us together strengthened me andpushed back the doubt. There were her eyes again, confirming a truth larger than that doubt: We belonged together, Martha and I. Sheâd still been in this world a shorter time than sheâd been inside of me. This felt significant to me, even if the people and circumstances around us did not acknowledge its significance.
I whispered to our reflection, âI shall try again, my dear girl.â
I felt every word of that phrase, and feel it even now. My dear girl.
Forward and backward.
My. Dear. Girl.
Girl. Dear. Mine.
For I felt in that moment the sad importance of her being female. And she was indeed dear to me. More dear than anything had ever been before. And she was mine. That everyone seemed to have forgotten in the month that had separated us. She was my daughter. Mine.
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