together enough
state to deal with something well…. odd.’ Davey frowned and then
smiled as Janey came in the room.
‘That
connection,’ I asked, ‘it would be as in related?’
‘Yes, how did
you guess?’
‘I get my
levity from my dad and my gravity from my mother.’
‘Oh?’
‘I’m good at
guessing. Let’s just say that.’
We were stuffed
with every kind of pancake. Even Morel was enjoying himself.
Mother…. dear Laura had put him in the “green room” as she called
it. Decorative order rather than a place to contemplate one’s
performance. But with him I wondered if that was what he was doing.
I wasn’t ready to trust him. But Karis obviously felt he was
something special. Weird, considering her general revulsion for
men. And that off-putting line in mathematical equations that she
used to get rid of rejected suitors. But perhaps I was giddy with
relief. I was happy. So unusual an emotion that I scarcely had time
to consider the ramifications of what had actually happened
earlier.
‘Not in a bad
way then?’ it was Davey again. He did that, carried on with a
conversation that we might have broken off hours ago. And just
picked up as if it had been left on pause.
‘I’m feeling
better that I did when I arrived if that is what you mean.’ I
said.
‘I like your
Mum.’ said Davey looking down.
‘She already
knows what’s happening;’ I said quietly, ‘please don’t wait.’
‘What?’
‘You know
what.’ I said.
‘No…. I mean, I
think I know. But I like things nice and obvious.’
‘It is
obvious.’
‘Marcia keeps
saying that to me…. it’s obvious. But it isn’t to me.’
‘Just have a
little faith Davey. Everything will be alright. It really
will.’
‘Yeah…. I know.
But I’m not sure that I’m going to pick the right moment for….’ he
just seemed to tune out then; and picked up one of the puzzles from
the low table. I watched fascinated as he broke the puzzle into the
scatter of wooden pieces. And then turned them over in his hands,
‘You know.’ had said to me, ‘if I can do this then I can do
anything. I have confidence in my ability to do this. Let’s see if
it is justified.’
He turned the
pieces over and over examining each one, not trying to fit then
together. Then all at once he took one piece after another and
swiftly built it back into a complete shape.
He placed it
carefully in front of me, and met my eyes, ‘Would you like us to be
more closely related Jared?’
‘I think that
would be agreeable.’
‘Do you think
Janey would agree?’
‘I think she
might…. I am well…. pondering something similar myself.’
‘You are? I
mean you are!’ he pushed the puzzle back to its place on the
table.
‘Yes. I am.’ I
whispered it firmly. Davey turned away. I think it must be scary
feelings of difficulty that put him off. He has so much to give,
but doesn’t see it.
Janey was over
near the window. She caught my eye, it was thoughtful, quiet....
she talks with her eyes sometimes just like Mother. This was: Are
you going to let me in on what's happening? And: why have you
shaved off your beard? I'm not very good at this, but I tried to
communicate: I might tell you something later and: I just felt like
it.... She stuck her tongue out at me, and then pouted when Marcia
came over to me. She's there! Mouthed Janey. I know! I mouthed
back.
'Hello Jay....'
Marcia's expression is complicated. She must have seen Davey and me
talking. I suddenly felt nervous. Then sad; because when we were
out in the ice fields everything focused on the mission: getting
there and back without freezing to death; and gathering the science
results. When it changed; I saw her differently: Marcia has been my
reason to stay on course. She leaned close and stroked her hand
down my cheek. I shivered. Strange how Love works. She eclipses
everything, still water, the moon and the sun; she is all those
things and more. Marcia comes and sits with me, she touches my
state to deal with something well…. odd.’ Davey frowned and then
smiled as Janey came in the room.
‘That
connection,’ I asked, ‘it would be as in related?’
‘Yes, how did
you guess?’
‘I get my
levity from my dad and my gravity from my mother.’
‘Oh?’
‘I’m good at
guessing. Let’s just say that.’
We were stuffed
with every kind of pancake. Even Morel was enjoying himself.
Mother…. dear Laura had put him in the “green room” as she called
it. Decorative order rather than a place to contemplate one’s
performance. But with him I wondered if that was what he was doing.
I wasn’t ready to trust him. But Karis obviously felt he was
something special. Weird, considering her general revulsion for
men. And that off-putting line in mathematical equations that she
used to get rid of rejected suitors. But perhaps I was giddy with
relief. I was happy. So unusual an emotion that I scarcely had time
to consider the ramifications of what had actually happened
earlier.
‘Not in a bad
way then?’ it was Davey again. He did that, carried on with a
conversation that we might have broken off hours ago. And just
picked up as if it had been left on pause.
‘I’m feeling
better that I did when I arrived if that is what you mean.’ I
said.
‘I like your
Mum.’ said Davey looking down.
‘She already
knows what’s happening;’ I said quietly, ‘please don’t wait.’
‘What?’
‘You know
what.’ I said.
‘No…. I mean, I
think I know. But I like things nice and obvious.’
‘It is
obvious.’
‘Marcia keeps
saying that to me…. it’s obvious. But it isn’t to me.’
‘Just have a
little faith Davey. Everything will be alright. It really
will.’
‘Yeah…. I know.
But I’m not sure that I’m going to pick the right moment for….’ he
just seemed to tune out then; and picked up one of the puzzles from
the low table. I watched fascinated as he broke the puzzle into the
scatter of wooden pieces. And then turned them over in his hands,
‘You know.’ had said to me, ‘if I can do this then I can do
anything. I have confidence in my ability to do this. Let’s see if
it is justified.’
He turned the
pieces over and over examining each one, not trying to fit then
together. Then all at once he took one piece after another and
swiftly built it back into a complete shape.
He placed it
carefully in front of me, and met my eyes, ‘Would you like us to be
more closely related Jared?’
‘I think that
would be agreeable.’
‘Do you think
Janey would agree?’
‘I think she
might…. I am well…. pondering something similar myself.’
‘You are? I
mean you are!’ he pushed the puzzle back to its place on the
table.
‘Yes. I am.’ I
whispered it firmly. Davey turned away. I think it must be scary
feelings of difficulty that put him off. He has so much to give,
but doesn’t see it.
Janey was over
near the window. She caught my eye, it was thoughtful, quiet....
she talks with her eyes sometimes just like Mother. This was: Are
you going to let me in on what's happening? And: why have you
shaved off your beard? I'm not very good at this, but I tried to
communicate: I might tell you something later and: I just felt like
it.... She stuck her tongue out at me, and then pouted when Marcia
came over to me. She's there! Mouthed Janey. I know! I mouthed
back.
'Hello Jay....'
Marcia's expression is complicated. She must have seen Davey and me
talking. I suddenly felt nervous. Then sad; because when we were
out in the ice fields everything focused on the mission: getting
there and back without freezing to death; and gathering the science
results. When it changed; I saw her differently: Marcia has been my
reason to stay on course. She leaned close and stroked her hand
down my cheek. I shivered. Strange how Love works. She eclipses
everything, still water, the moon and the sun; she is all those
things and more. Marcia comes and sits with me, she touches my
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