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Show Moon -195 "James was never your real father. He was too much in love with your mother for that." Gloria turns to the coffee table, stacks up the cups and saucers. "I think you'd like David," she says. "I've seen him recently, you know. He's doing much better. I think he'd like you." Why would he like me? Why has he been in touch with Gloria? Why is so much out of my control? Gloria comes to me, gives me a hug, says, "I think it's time." Then she goes to bed. I feel frozen, unable to think, so I call Josh. His voice sounds close and very dear. "Should I do it?" I ask. I know what he'll answer, and I think I've called him precisely to hear this: "Til kill you if you don't. Here I am missing you on account of all your looking for something and you'd damn well better get on with it." The morning sun lifts up handfuls of dust and bits of hair. Aunt Gloria's kitchen is a splendor of disorder. The counters spill over with papers, stained cookbooks, clumps of beach agates she carried back from Oregon, tangles of driftwood. Gloria is still asleep. I have very little time here, and she has said, "Call him." But how does one pick up the phone and say, "You don't know me. I'm your daughter."? Is this call to David going to make something right? Gloria says it's time, but perhaps this is because she not only loves the family saga, she likes to have a hand in its creation. She talks and talks until the words float me up to the ceiling |
