Page 99 of Asking for It

Page 99

“He was on the golf course,” Mom says as she sips her coffee from a china cup. “They say he simply fell over. Not a word. Bud Teague didn’t call me until they were already at Touro. Wouldn’t you call a man’s wife first thing?”

“I’d call an ambulance first thing,” I say. “Which Mr. Teague did. He might’ve saved Dad’s life, Mom. So maybe don’t worry about the etiquette. ”

My mother gives me a wounded look, as does Chloe. It’s my sister who reprimands me as she primly spoons a slice from her grapefruit half. “We’re all upset. I think sometimes it’s easier to fret about little things than the big things. ”

That would almost be wise, if it came from someone who didn’t take it to the point of living in total denial.

“Do you want some Cocoa Krispies, Aunt Vivi?” Libby believes us when we tell her that her PawPaw is going to be just fine, so she’s as bright and chipper as ever. “’Cause look, I have Cocoa Krispies, and then we would be alike. ”

“Aunt Vivi would rather have some bacon, wouldn’t you, darlin’?” Anthony always smiles when he calls me darling. He knows I hate it. He also knows I can’t shoot him down for it without roiling waters we’ve all allowed to lie still.

“I’ll have Cocoa Krispies,” I say, to make Libby smile. Besides, I’m operating on about two hours’ sleep, so I could use the sugar rush.

“Better watch it with that kind of junk,” Anthony says. “Don’t want to lose that pretty figure, do you?”

How dare he examine my body. How dare he act as if he should get to control me. I say only, “You’re one to talk. That’s your fourth piece of bacon. ” And I cast a pointed glance at his softer middle, but then I wish I hadn’t. Even looking directly at him revolts me.

He and Chloe broke up and got back together endless times during undergrad. Each time they split filled me with hope. Maybe this time he’d go away for good; maybe Chloe would be so angry with him that she’d think again about what I’d told her, and realize it was the truth.

But Anthony sweet-talked his way back into her life over and over again. My mom did what he couldn’t, encouraging Chloe to take him back. I know Mom was thinking more of the Whedon family fortune than anything else. If only the same were true for Chloe. Instead she actually loves the son of a bitch.

I can tell Anthony’s trying to think of a comeback to my “bacon” remark, so I decide to move the conversation along fast. “When can we visit him?”

“Once he’s in the recovery room. ”

“Not before surgery?” So much for my hopes of seeing him before the operation.

“No, not until after. ” Mom looks stricken, and for a moment, the real love she feels for my father eclipses everything else. I feel like her daughter, the one who trusted her so much. Despite everything I still want to trust her. “We’ll all go in together. ”

“Not Olivia,” Chloe says hastily. “She’s too little. It will frighten her. ”

“I’m not too little!” Libby insists. She would say this no matter what we’d just suggested, whether it was visiting the hospital or steering a fire truck. “And I want to see PawPaw. ”

Mom says, “I tell you what, Chloe. Vivienne and I will go in first. If Thad seems up to talking, you can bring Olivia in with you. If not, she can stay with Anthony. ”

Libby looks like she might cry. Anthony chucks her under the chin. “Cheer up, sunshine. I’ll take you someplace nice. ”

She smiles at him. This little girl I love so much adores her father. To her he can do no wrong.

Someday, no doubt, Libby will learn that’s not true. But she’ll never learn it from me.

•   •   •

The mundane has a way of intruding on the extraordinary.

Mom runs out of bread, and Libby will want some milk later on, plus I don’t have any extra underwear with me. (Thank goodness I can write this off to packing in a hurry. ) So around ten A. M. —even while our dad is lying on an operating table—Chloe and I make a Walgreens run.

“I feel so guilty,” I say as I grab a package of cheap Hanes bikini briefs from the drugstore wall. “I know it doesn’t make any difference whether we’re in the waiting room, or at home hoping the phone will ring, but—buying panties and groceries seems so trivial. ”

“It’s trivial until you’re hungry,” Chloe points out. “Besides, what would be the point of the waiting room?”