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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT
Clara uttered her first word Tuesday morning.Robert was at the kitchen island sipping his coffee and reading his reports. Roxanne was sitting at the desk with her computer. Clara had been put in the chair between the island and the table so they could see each other in the chair at all times without having to turn in an awkward direction.Clara had been in the chair for 20 minutes, doing what she did in the chair. Looking at everything. Forming opinions. Sometimes exchanging information via a sound or a gesture that Robert was reasonably good at interpreting and Roxanne was fluent in.It was the morning as usual. Coffee. Reports. The city outside is starting Tuesday. There is a quietness of two people working in one room, who know and understand that the third person was also present in that room.Then Clara said it.It wasn't the clear word of a movie. It was the muddy approximate version of a word that a baby makes when she's been working on the word for a while and has decided tod
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN
Dave and Priya's wedding was on a Saturday in September.It was a garden just outside the city. Not the same garden where Robert and Roxanne were married. A different one. It was a thing Priya had heard about from one of her associates and on a Tuesday afternoon she took Dave there and he just looked at the garden for like 90 seconds and he said yes because the garden was right and when a thing was right, then Dave knew it and didn't need it to be reiterated.Forty people. Those who are supposed to be there. Those that are supposed to be there. That's a word that had been on Dave's mind from the start and it had been that word in all the conversations that followed about the guests. Not the ones that they were expecting. Not the professionally appropriate person. The individuals who should be present.The way Dave had stood seven months ago, they stood side by side, Robert by Dave at the front of the garden. He was not asked, he had done it on his own accord. Dave would not have had t
HAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SIX
Three months afterwards Robert was standing at the window of his office.The city below was carrying on its business. The particularity of early spring coming without making any promises. Mornings and afternoons cold. The light different from winter. Longer. Moving deeper into the day before giving way.Two hours he had been in the office. Clara was with Roxanne. They had made a rhythm in the months since Clara had come, not so much a schedule as a person that adjusted itself to the needs of each week. There were mornings when Robert was at home till nine. On other nights he would even walk out of the office at five. There were days when Roxanne took Clara to work and sat at the small meeting room with her laptop and Clara in the carry set that Roxanne had decided was the right one after reading about one-third of the books that Robert had read and made a better decision.It was eight thirty when Dave knocked and entered.He was sitting on the other side of the desk.He gazed at Rober
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE
A few weeks on the penthouse was different in the particular sense that spaces become different as a new person enters them.Not dramatically rearranged. Subtly occupied. It was a small chair in the corner of the living room, which had not previously existed. To the sound in the morning there was a particular quality. The specific beat of a family that had already introduced someone and was discovering what that would take.On a Sunday morning, Robert was making a breakfast.The light reached in through the windows at the angle at which it reached in during winter. Keep warm out of the cold. The city beneath the penthouse was pliant at this time of the day. There was a certain quality in Sunday mornings. Slower. The specific convenience of a city which had promised to make a day of it.Roxanne was in the kitchen table where she always sat during the mornings. Her laptop open. One of the proposals that she was going through on behalf of her business. Moving slowly and cautiously as she
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR
Zenco was informed about the news on Wednesday morning.The previous evening Robert had sent a message to Dave. Three words. Clara Rose Jackson. Two words was sent back by Dave. Perfect name. That was as far as the official communication went.All other things were flowing through the building as news was flowing through buildings that people had been through something together and not through official channels but through the particular informal current of a community which had known when something was important.Something was posted on the common room noticeboard before nine AM by Claire. She reproduced a photograph which Robert had sent her in the hospital at the request of Dave. Clara in the particular incomplete wholeness of her first hours. The photo was printed on regular paper and tacked to the board with one drawing pin.People stopped in front of it.Not briefly. They stood and looked and saw the way people saw things that needed to be seen in the right way. Others had somet
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE
Sandra came to the hospital with flowers that she had personally selected.Not the usual setup as found on a hospital gift shop. Particular flowers of a particular florist with whom she had a thirty-year history and was calling her by the car on the drive over with the specific interest of a person who knew that this was no occasion for anything generic.She entered the room and first saw Roxanne. She never missed to look to Roxanne first. The particular instinct of a mother who had spent twenty-eight years checking on her daughter before anything else in any room they shared.Roxanne looked tired and absolutely herself and she looked at her mother with the expression she wore when Sandra had somewhere to go. The particular warm complicated look of a woman who loved her mother much and knew her much and had learnt to hold both those things together without letting one arise above the other.Sandra went to her. She placed the flowers on the table next to the bed. She held the face of h
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