splashed and picked stuff up and put it down, perfectly content. I donât know how long this went on. Peaceful.
After a while, she came up to me and grabbed me by the hand. âCome on in, Daddy. Just take your shoes off. Itâs really great, youâll see.â And she squatted down, like the little girl she was, and exuberantly started untying my shoes.
I nearly kicked her in the face. Thatâs how fast I got up. She fell over backward onto her rump and looked up at me, already starting to cry. âNo, damn it. I hate the water. Iâm not going in there. If I want to take my shoes off, Iâll do it myself. Damn it. Damn it. I donât want to go in the water, okay?â
Her face, her beautiful face just crumpled. I would have given anything to explain. I would have given anything to have that moment back and be gentle with her. I would have given anything not to have done what Iâd just done. But I was drunk and I couldnât stop. I couldnât think. I ainât gonna blame it on the booze, because thatâs the kind of cop-out Iâve learned not to take in these rooms. No, I hurt my child myself. Me and my drunk ass. I was so scared. I couldnât let her see that. So I let her cry in the sand for a little while instead. After a while I said, âWe better get on back, Josie. Your mamaâs gonna wonder where we are. Stop, girl. You arenât hurt.â And thatâs all I said. Thatâs all I ever said. Thatâs the way I left it. If only I could have explained. I think thatâs when I started to lose her. Right at that moment.
Iâve got a son, too. Name of Edmund, but we call him Tick. He takes after me. Smart as you pleaseâand a stone drunk. I donât know when it started. I was too drunk myself to see at the time. I couldnât help him. I couldnât even help myself. And I hadnât let go. Heâs drunk away almost everything now, and he uses other stuff besides. It breaks my heart. Heâs sober for now and I pray for him, but I donât know. I donât know if heâs got what it takes to stay clean. Itâs a long road and heâs got to walk it. No one can walk it for himâI learned that in these rooms. Even so ⦠Lord, how I wish I could do it for him. With all my heart I wish it.
Thirteen
As long as I can remember, Iâve liked being out of the house. Whatever house it was. When I was a kid, I rode a school bus about fifteen miles away from home to the Dean school. I usually sat in the back and tried not to hear the cool kids talking about meâmy hair or my clothes or something, everything that was wrong with me. The school bus didnât even come to our neighborhoodâMom had to drive me up into Cleveland Heights and then Iâd wait there for the bus and then it was another hour (with all the stops) before we got there. And I always stayed after for science club or catching up on homework or even, for a little while, field hockey (those skirts!). In the summers, I went to camp (I got scholarships and did work study and stuff), and thenwhen I got older, to whatever academic or aquatic summer program would have me. I worked to earn spending money, tooâbabysitting, restaurant hostessing, waitressing at local diners. Anything to be out of the house. Home and all it requiresâthe bills, the organizing, the talking to your loved onesâthat stuff makes me nervous.
As you might imagine, this skittishness has made married life kind of tough. But then I never expected to be a wife. By the time I met Daniel, when I was thirty-three, I was pretty sure I wasnât going to get married. I had come to think that perhaps I was just too odd. Too black in a white profession. Too female in a male profession. Too in love with my work to love another person. Did I really want to spend my whole life with someone else? Genetically, we are only 1.23 percent different from chimpanzees. And they
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