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As for the Hadleys, they sent Elaine "away" in stages. I can only guess what passed between Mrs. Kittredge and the Hadleys--the deals adults make aren't often explained to kids--but Mr. and Mrs. Hadley agreed to let Kittredge's mother take Elaine to Europe. I have no doubt that Elaine wanted the abortion. Martha Hadley and Mr. Hadley must have agreed it was best. It was definitely what Mrs. Kittredge had wanted. I'm guessing that, being French, she knew where to go in Europe; being Kittredge's mom, she may have had some previous experience with an unwanted pregnancy.
At the time
, I imagined that a boy like Kittredge had gotten girls pregnant before--he easily could have. But I was also thinking that Mrs. Kittredge might have needed to get herself out of a jam--I mean, when she was younger. It's hard to explain what gave me that idea. I had overheard a conversation at a Twelfth Night rehearsal; I'd wandered into the middle of something Kittredge and his teammate Delacorte were saying--Delacorte, the rinser and spitter. It sounded as if they'd been arguing; it seemed to me that Delacorte was frightened of Kittredge, but so was everyone.
"No, I didn't mean that--I just said she was the most beautiful mother of the mothers I've met. Your mom is the best-looking--that's all I said," Delacorte was anxiously saying; then he rinsed and spat.
"If she's anyone's mother, you mean," Kittredge said. "She doesn't have a very motherly look, does she? She looks like someone who's asking for trouble--that's what she looks like."
"I didn't say what your mom looks like," Delacorte insisted. "I just said she was the most beautiful. She's the best-looking mom of all the moms!"
"Maybe she doesn't look like a mom because she isn't one," Kittredge said. Delacorte looked too frightened to speak; he just kept rinsing and spitting, clutching the two paper cups.
My idea that Mrs. Kittredge might have needed to get herself out of a jam came from Kittredge; he was the one who said, "She looks like someone who's asking for trouble."
Quite possibly, Mrs. Kittredge had more in mind than helping Elaine out of a jam; the deal she made with the Hadleys probably kept Kittredge in school. "Moral turpitude" was among the stated grounds for dismissal at Favorite River Academy. For a senior at the school to impregnate a faculty child--remember, Elaine was not yet eighteen; she was under the age of legal maturity--certainly struck me as base or depraved or vile behavior, but Kittredge stayed.
"You're traveling with Kittredge's mother--just the two of you?" I'd asked Elaine.
"Of course it's just the two of us, Billy--who else needs to come along?" Elaine responded.
"Where in Europe?" I asked.
Elaine shrugged; she was still throwing up, though less frequently. "What does it matter where it is, Billy? It's somewhere Jacqueline knows."
"You're calling her Jacqueline?"
"She asked me to call her Jacqueline--not Mrs. Kittredge."
"Oh."
Richard had cast Laura Gordon as Viola; Laura was now a senior in the high school in Ezra Falls. According to my cousin Gerry, Laura "put out"--not that I saw, but Gerry seemed well informed about such matters. (Gerry was a university student now, at last liberated from Ezra Falls.)
If Laura Gordon's breasts had been too developed for her to be cast as Hedvig in The Wild Duck, they should have disqualified her for Viola, who somehow has to disguise herself as a man. (Laura would need to be wrapped flat with Ace bandages, and, even so, there was no flattening her.) But Richard knew that Laura could learn her lines on short notice; that she looked nothing like my twin notwithstanding, she wouldn't be a bad Viola. The show went on, though Elaine would miss our performances; she would linger in Europe--recuperating, I could only guess.
The Clown's song concludes Twelfth Night. Feste is alone onstage. " 'For the rain it raineth every day,' " Kittredge sang four times.
"The poor kid," Kittredge had said to me, about Elaine. "Such bad luck--her first time, and everything." As had happened to me before, I was speechless.
I didn't notice that Kittredge's German homework was any worse, or any better. I didn't even notice my mother's expression when she saw her father onstage as a woman. I was so upset about Elaine that I forgot about my plan to observe the prompter.
When I say that the Hadleys sent Elaine away "in stages," I mean that the trip to Europe--not to mention the obvious reason for that trip--was just the beginning.
The Hadleys had decided that their dormitory apartment in an all-boys' school was the wrong place for Elaine to finish her high school years. They would send her away to an all-girls' boarding school, but not until the fall. That spring of 1960 was a write-off for Elaine, and she would have to repeat her sophomore year.
It was said publicly that Elaine had had "a nervous breakdown," but everyone in a town as small as First Sister, Vermont, knew what had happened when a girl of high school age withdrew from school. Everyone at Favorite River Academy knew what had happened to Elaine, too. Even Atkins understood. I came out of Mrs. Hadley's office in the music building, not long after Elaine had disembarked for Europe with Mrs. Kittredge. Martha Hadley had been undone by the ease with which I'd pronounced the abortion word; she'd dismissed me from our appointment twenty minutes early, and I encountered Atkins on the stairwell between the first and second floors. I could see it crossing his mind--that it was not yet time for his appointment with Mrs. Hadley, but his struggle with the time word clearly prevented him from saying it. Instead he said, "What kind of breakdown was it? What does Elaine have to be nervous about?"
"I think you know," I said to him. Atkins had an anxious, feral-looking face, but with dazzling blue eyes and a girl's smooth complexion. He was a junior, like me, but he looked younger--he wasn't yet shaving.
"She's pregnant, isn't she? It was Kittredge, wasn't it? That's what everybody's saying, and he isn't denying it," Atkins said. "Elaine was really nice--she always said something nice to me, anyway," he added.
"Elaine really is nice," I told him.
"But what's she doing with Kittredge's mother? Have you seen Kittredge's mom? She's not like a mom. She's like one of those old movie stars who is secretly a witch or a dragon!" Atkins declared.
"I don't know what you mean," I told him.
"A woman who used to be that beautiful can never accept how--" Atkins stopped.
