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Alex nodded.
“He’s one of my best friends in the world. He
practically lives at my house.”
Alex looked confused. And then uncomfortable. “You might have mentioned that before,” he said stiffly.
Tibby nodded. “Yeah, I should have.” A reckless impulse was crawling up her ribs as if they were a ladder, making its way toward her mouth. “And you know what else?”
He shook his head very slightly. He didn’t want to know what else.
“That movie I made was awful. It was mean and shallow and stupid.”
Alex wanted to leave her room. He wasn’t the kind of person who tolerated confrontations well.
“And you know what else?”
He walked toward the door. He thought she was insane.
“Vanessa the RA is more of an artist than Maura or you or I will ever be!” she shouted after him. She wasn’t sure if he heard that last bit, and she didn’t care. She wasn’t saying it for his benefit anyway.
Lena walked around feeling as though she’d stuck her finger in an electrical socket and left it there. She experienced continual shivers and jolts, followed by the sensation that her entire body was encased in dryer lint. He was here. He was here! What if she never saw him again?
At breakfast she’d been so preoccupied she’d buttered her mother’s toast, forgetting the cold war they’d been having since she’d discovered Eugene.
At work her eyes were constantly darting to look out the window. Kostos was staying nearby. He could walk by anytime. The entire Washington, D.C., metropolitan area was a potential meeting place. Maybe she would see him in the next five minutes. Maybe she would never see him again. She was desperately afraid of both possibilities at the same time.
She walked all the way home from work in a near trance, imagining that every bus that passed contained Kostos looking out the window at her.
When she walked in the door at home, she felt that something was strange. Effie was setting the table. Effie was setting too many places at the table.
When Effie saw Lena she nearly exploded. “Kostos is coming over for dinner,” she erupted breathlessly.
Shivers, jolts, and dryer lint. Lena put her hand to her head. It felt as if it didn’t balance on her neck anymore. “What?”
“Yeah. Mom invited him.”
“How? Why?”
“She talked to Mrs. Sirtis. Mrs. Sirtis told her Kostos was in town. Mom couldn’t believe we didn’t know and we hadn’t invited him, seeing as he’s practically family, practically Valia and Bapi’s grandson.”
Lena stood there blinking. She had been bypassed. She was not important to anyone. Kostos was everyone’s friend but hers.
Lena was not only mad and jealous of Kostos’s new girlfriend, Lena was also mad at everyone in the Kaligaris family, and all the Sirtises as well, even the ones she’d never met.
“Do you think Mom is trying to torture me?” Lena asked.
“Honestly? I don’t even think she thought about you.”
Okay. That didn’t help.
Effie observed the stricken look on Lena’s face. “I mean, she knows you and Kostos liked each other last summer. She knows you wrote some letters. She probably figures you lost track of each other. Have you ever talked to her about it?”
“No.”
“So there you go,” Effie said.
Lena fumed. Since when did you have to tell your mother everything for her to know?
“When’s he coming?” Lena asked.
“Seven thirty,” Effie said sympathetically. She felt sorry for Lena.
Lena felt sorry for herself that her younger sister felt sorry for her. She looked at her watch. She had fifty minutes. She would go up to her room and take a shower and get dressed, and when she came down she would be a different person.
Alternatively, she would lie down in her bed and fall asleep till morning and probably no one would even notice.
Carmen couldn’t help feeling sad when she saw her mother in the door later that evening. She was a post-pumpkin Cinderella. The magic was gone. Three weeks ago Christina had stood in the same doorway wearing the Traveling Pants. Back on that night she had towered and shone like a woman who was loved.
Tonight she looked distinctly underloved. She wore her hair and her shoes and her expression for no one. Her whole body seemed angled toward the floor.
“Hi, Mama,” Carmen said, coming out of the kitchen with Krista behind her. She gestured to Krista. With her eyeliner smudged from sleep, Krista looked even more peculiar. “This is Krista. She is actually, uh, kind of Dad’s stepdaughter.” Carmen tried to keep it light.
Christina raised her head and blinked. A few weeks ago she’d been too happy to be fazed by anything. Now she was too unhappy. She nodded. “Hi, Krista.” She saved her look of extreme confusion for Carmen.
“Krista is, um, taking a little break from home, and we were hoping she could stay here for a couple days.” She shot her mom a look that said she knew it was weird and could they discuss it later. She pointed to the messy bed that had already transformed the small living room. “You know, on the couch?”
“Well, I guess that would be all right.” Christina’s bafflement didn’t appear to harden into judgment of any sort. “If it’s all right with her mom.”
“Thank you,” Krista murmured. “Thank you so much, Mrs….” She trailed off. She looked somewhat desperately to Carmen for help.
“Mrs. Lowell,” Mrs. Lowell supplied.
The awkwardness was at last dawning on Krista. Her mother was also Mrs. Lowell. Krista’s entire upper body, from shoulders to scalp, turned pink. “Sorry.”
Dinner was one of the least comfortable meals Carmen could remember. Krista tried politely to make pleasant conversation, but all roads led to Al. Christina was a good sport about it, but it was obvious she just wanted to go to bed.
“Do you want to go out for ice cream?” Carmen asked her mom as they cleaned up. “We were thinking of going to Häagen-Dazs.”
Christina sighed. “You two go. I’m exhausted.” She almost looked apologetic, which made Carmen feel horrible. Christina hadn’t left the house for days except to go to work. But she wasn’t mad at Carmen. She was just sad. She had surrendered to her fate. It was as if she had no business being happy.
Why did you let me ruin everything? Carmen found herself wanting to ask her mother. She had the perverse wish that the ugly consequences of her tirades would magically dissolve within a few hours. She wished her victims would just snap right back like cartoon characters after they got their heads flattened by a frying pan. Instead, the wreckage lived on, far longer than her anger.
Krista was looking for something in her duffel bag. She walked to the door in a pair of blue plastic slides exactly like a pair sitting in Carmen’s closet. Krista looked eagerly at Carmen. The tips of her ears stuck through her sad, wrinkly hair. Carmen felt like an agent of destruction.
Why do you want to be like me? Carmen found herself wanting to ask Krista.
Carmen had always wanted to be important. But she didn’t want to be this important.
Lena was clean. Her hair was washed. She smelled fine.
When Kostos walked in the door she tried to keep her head from falling off.
She watched him, as though in a dream, as he greeted her father. She watched him kiss her mother on both cheeks. She watched him hug Effie. She watched him not hug her but shake her hand instead. As he was shaking it, she felt that her hand was several hundred degrees below zero.
She watched him speak Greek to her parents, maybe even tell a joke, because her parents both laughed and beamed at him like he was a superhero and a comedian all rolled into one.
Lena wished she could speak Greek. She suddenly felt like a dolphin that couldn’t swim.
They sat in the living room. Her dad offered him wine. Kostos was a man, practically. He was dazzling. He was a parent’s dream.
Lena’s dad offered her apple juice. She felt like a scrawny fifth grader in comparison. As if she hadn’t even hit puberty. It was a good thing she’d broken up w
ith Kostos, because she’d saved herself the misery of discovering that she wasn’t nearly good enough for him. Well, actually, she hadn’t saved herself that misery, had she?
Lena tried to remember things to like about herself. She tried to remember reasons why Kostos might have liked her. She couldn’t think of one. Maybe she should just go upstairs.
At dinner, Lena sat next to him.
He told a funny story about Bapi Kaligaris, when Grandma had tried to get him to wear new eelskin shoes in favor of his preferred white ones. “This are good, honest shoes!” Kostos bellowed in a perfect imitation of Bapi. “Are you trying to turn me into a dandy?” Lena’s father looked so joyful and homesick Lena half expected him to burst into tears.
Kostos was everything she remembered him to be. Why had she had so little faith in him? So little faith in her memory? Why had she been so impatient?
When Lena was eating her lamb chop, she felt a shoe brush against the sole of her bare foot. She nearly choked on her food. A tingle ran right up her leg and out the top of her scalp. Her entire body was on alert. Every nerve ending was reporting to her brain in one tangled traffic jam.
Had he meant to do that? Her heart roared along. Could he be trying to tell her something? To send a tiny message?
She didn’t dare turn her head to look at him. She couldn’t even make herself finish chewing the bite in her mouth. Did he know she was feeling hopeless? Did he want to give her one small pinprick of hope?
You broke up with him, the Carmen-Effie-Bee combo pointed out once again.
But I didn’t stop loving him!
Okay.
It was out. At last it had been acknowledged. She’d finally chosen, and she’d chosen B. She resumed chewing. She did love him. She loved him, and he didn’t love her anymore. That was the hard, cold truth. She would have relocated to Alaska to avoid admitting that, but now it was out. It was done. It was horrible, but it felt better to be honest.
The nerves in the sole of her foot reached out to him. The slightest touch would mean the earth to her. It came. The gentlest graze. She looked down.
It wasn’t Kostos’s foot. It was Effie’s.
