The Accidental Tourist: Simplified Edition

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by Anne Tyler

Simplified by Susan Maingay General Editors: A n d y H o p k i n s and Jocelyn Potter

Addison Wesley Longman Limited Edinburgh Gate, Harlow, Essex CM20 2JE, England and Associated Companies throughout the world. ©Anne Tyler 1985 This edition © Addison Wesley Longman Limited 1998 The right of Anne Tyler to be identified as author of The Accidental Tourist has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved; no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers. This edition first published in Longman Fiction 1998 Second impression 1999 ISBN 0 582 27855 4 Set in Adobe Granjon 11.5pt Printed in China GCC/02 Acknowledgements We are grateful to Addison Wesley Longman Limited for permission to use in the Word List definitions adapted from the Longman Active Study Dictionary of English © Longman Group UK Limited (1991). Illustrations by Mark Shattock Cover photographs © Addison Wesley Longman Limited/Gareth Boden, Bruce Coleman Ltd/Jane Burton, Phoronica/SOA/Keo Muto, Telegraph Colour Library Cover design by Sage Associates

Introduction Chapter 1

Macon Alone

1

Chapter 2

A Difficult D o g

8

Chapter 3

Muriel

17

Chapter 4

Sarah

25

Chapter 5

N e w York

32

Chapter 6

Macon and Muriel

38

Chapter 7

A N e w K i n d of Life

48

Chapter 8

Alexander

56

Chapter 9

Rose's W e d d i n g

63

Chapter 10

Coming H o m e

70

Chapter 11

Paris

75

Word List

86

Activities

87

A n n e Tyler is o n e of America's b e s t - k n o w n living writers of fiction. She was born in Minneapolis in 1941. She g r e w u p , t h o u g h , in N o r t h Carolina, a n d she studied Russian at D u k e University in the same state. W h i l e she was t h e r e , she b e c a m e k n o w n for her story writing. She left in 1961, at the age of nineteen, b u t she continued to study at C o l u m b i a University in N e w York. T h e n she returned to D u k e University, to a job in the library. She m e t the Iranian writer Taghi Modarressi, and they m a r r i e d in 1963. Together they m o v e d to C a n a d a . In M o n t r e a l , Tyler w o r k e d in McGill University's L a w Library. She a n d her h u s b a n d n o w live in Baltimore. T h e y have t w o d a u g h t e r s , w h o are both artists. A n n e Tyler has w r i t t e n thirteen books a n d a n u m b e r of short stories. Most of the action in her books takes place in Baltimore or in small t o w n s in the s o u t h e r n U n i t e d States. H e r early books (If Morning Ever Comes (1964), The Tin Can Tree (1965) a n d A Slipping Down Life (1970)) all describe people w h o face u n h a p p i n e s s a n d loneliness inside their families. T h e writer r e t u r n s to the subject of family life again a n d again in her w o r k . In her later books (The Clock

Winder (1972), Earthly Possessions (1977), Morgan's Passing

(1980), Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant (1982) a n d Ladder of Years (1995)) people love their families deeply but, at the same time, w a n t to get away from t h e m . Breathing Lessons (1988) tells of a single day in the m a r r i a g e of Ira a n d M a g g i e M o r a n . The Accidental Tourist (1985) is a n o t h e r story of family life in the U S A today. It looks at t w o families w h o choose to live their lives in different ways. F o r one family, life is q u i e t a n d surprises are

The Accidental Tourist u n w e l c o m e ; the other family seems to enjoy disorder, noise and the unexpected. Macon Leary is a writer of travel guides w h o hates travelling. At h o m e he has an o r d e r e d existence. But his son is killed in a shooting at a restaurant. T h e n his wife leaves h i m , and he finds himself alone. H i s son's d o g , E d w a r d , refuses to listen to h i m . (The dog, A n n e Tyler says, comes from real life: her o w n family had a very protective a n i m a l like h i m . T h e d o g succeeded in keeping visitors o u t of the house, b u t it also kept all the family in!) M a c o n t u r n s for help to Muriel, the loud a n d colourful dog trainer from the M e o w - B o w A n i m a l H o s p i t a l . T h e story of M a c o n , M u r i e l a n d Macon's wife, Sarah, is a journey of selfdiscovery for t h e m all. The Accidental Tourist was already a successful book when it was m a d e into a very popular film, with the actors William Hurt, G e e n a Davis a n d K a t h l e e n T u r n e r .

Macon Alone After his wife left h i m , M a c o n felt very strange. He was surprised that the house d i d n ' t seem larger now. But it d i d n ' t . In fact, it felt more c r o w d e d . T h e w i n d o w s became smaller, the r o o m s became lower. He felt too tall. N o w he had a chance to change things in the house. It was important to keep things tidy. Sarah never u n d e r s t o o d this. A n d she washed the dishes too often. T h a t used too m u c h water. M a c o n thought it was i m p o r t a n t to save water. He started to w a s h the dishes only three times a week. He also began to have his bath at night, before he w e n t to bed. In this way he could wash his clothes in the same water. He k n e w this all m a d e sense. But sometimes he felt that Sarah was in the r o o m w i t h h i m . She was w a t c h i n g h i m and laughing. Most of his w o r k was d o n e at h o m e . P e r h a p s he w o r r i e d so much about k e e p i n g his house tidy for that reason. M a c o n w a s a writer of travel books, g u i d e b o o k s for business people. T h i s sometimes seemed very strange to h i m , because M a c o n h a t e d travel. But he w r o t e for people w h o also hated travel. H i s readers only travelled because they h a d to. W h e n they w e r e in a foreign city, they w a n t e d to be at h o m e . T h e y w a n t e d to feel that they were really in A m e r i c a . In his g u i d e b o o k s — Accidental Tourist in France, Accidental Tourist in Germany — Macon helped t h e m to do this. "I am happy to say," he w r o t e , " t h a t it is possible n o w to buy Kentucky F r i e d C h i c k e n in S t o c k h o l m . " "Of course I ' m all right," he told his sister on the telephone. " N o , she d i d n ' t leave m e . We discussed it like adults a n d decided not to live together. T h a t ' s all." But t i m e passed a n d Macon did not

The Accidental Tourist feel any better. He began to ask himself if the u n h a p p i n e s s was ever going to end. He d i d n ' t eat real meals any m o r e . W h e n he was h u n g r y he d r a n k a glass of m i l k . Or he ate some ice cream. He seemed to be losing w e i g h t a n d his hair g r e w long. Of course he was all right — but his nights w e r e terrible. H e d r e a m e d o f E t h a n . E t h a n w e n t t o s u m m e r c a m p when he was twelve — a year ago almost exactly. He was in the top age g r o u p — a tall, fair-haired boy with an open, friendly face. D o n ' t t h i n k a b o u t it. He was killed in a B u r g e r B o n a n z a r e s t a u r a n t on his second night at c a m p . It was h a r d to u n d e r s t a n d . T h e m a n w h o killed E t h a n did not c o m e to the r e s t a u r a n t to kill. He came to steal. He took the m o n e y a n d was ready to leave. But before he went he decided to shoot every person there t h r o u g h the back of the head. T h e people in the s u m m e r c a m p did not k n o w that E t h a n was in t h e r e s t a u r a n t w i t h a friend. T h e y t h o u g h t that he was safely in his tent. W h y d i d n ' t they check? A n d w h y did Sarah let E t h a n leave h o m e ? W h y did M a c o n agree? W h y did E t h a n . . . ? D o n ' t t h i n k a b o u t it. In the d a y t i m e he c o n t i n u e d with his w o r k . H i s publisher telephoned. It was time to go to L o n d o n again. It was time to rewrite his g u i d e b o o k , Accidental Tourist in England. He left for the airport t w o h o u r s early because he hated being in a hurry. He called the d o g , a Welsh corgi.* T h e d o g was going with h i m to the vet's, b u t the little a n i m a l did not k n o w that yet. He sat next to M a c o n happily in the car, w a i t i n g for his walk. Macon talked to h i m calmly. " H o t , isn't it, E d w a r d ? Do you want the

* Welsh corgi: a k i n d of d o g . Corgis are small and have very short legs.

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w i n d o w open? T h e r e , now. A r e you feeling b e t t e r ? " He h e a r d a false note in his voice. P e r h a p s E d w a r d did too, because he stopped looking happy. M a c o n decided to say no m o r e . At the vet's E d w a r d refused to get out of the car, a n d M a c o n h a d to pull h i m all the way to the building. In the w a i t i n g r o o m the d o g complained loudly, while the girl gave Macon a form to complete. "Have you been here before?" she asked. "Yes, often." "What's your last n a m e ? " "Leary." "Leary, Leary," she said l o o k i n g t h r o u g h her cards. " O h . . . E d w a r d ? O n Rayford R o a d ? " "That's right." "Sorry, we can't accept h i m . It says here that he bit someone." "Nobody told me that." "Well we can't t a k e h i m . I ' m only following o r d e r s . " "And why did he bite? D i d a n y o n e try to find out? P e r h a p s he had a good reason." E d w a r d was l o o k i n g u p w i t h interest. He seemed to be following the conversation. "Ah, this is silly," M a c o n said. " C o m e on, E d w a r d . " E d w a r d ran in front of h i m all the way back to the car. " W h a t can I do n o w ? " t h o u g h t M a c o n . In fact, people often complained about E d w a r d . Last w e e k , for e x a m p l e , his b r o t h e r came to b o r r o w his car a n d E d w a r d b a r k e d at h i m a n d s h o w e d his teeth. "What's the m a t t e r w i t h h i m ? " said Charles. Macon d i d n ' t k n o w m u c h about dogs. H e preferred cats. But now he was often alone, a n d he t h o u g h t a b o u t E d w a r d m o r e . He talked to him. S o m e t i m e s he just sat s t u d y i n g h i m . He liked Edward's intelligent b r o w n eyes. E d w a r d was Ethan's dog. Macon started to drive h o m e now. He could not decide w h a t to

The Accidental Tourist do. " M e o w - B o w A n i m a l H o s p i t a l " said a sign across the street. M a c o n stopped a n d E d w a r d fell off his seat. "Sorry," said Macon. In the w a i t i n g r o o m was a thin y o u n g w o m a n w i t h black hair. " H i there," she said to Macon. " D o you look after d o g s ? " "Yes, we d o . " " C a n you take E d w a r d ? " She looked at E d w a r d a n d he looked back cheerfully. He did not k n o w w h a t k i n d of a place this was. T h e w o m a n t h o u g h t about it. H e r eyes w e r e very small a n d her face was thin a n d colourless. "Please," M a c o n said. "I have to catch a plane. I ' m leaving for a w e e k . I d o n ' t k n o w a n y o n e w h o can look after h i m . " " C a n ' t you leave h i m at h o m e w i t h your wife?" she asked. " W h y do you t h i n k I am s t a n d i n g h e r e ? " " O h , " she said. "You're not m a r r i e d ? " "Well, I a m , but she's . . . n o t living at h o m e . " "Oh." She c a m e out from b e h i n d the desk. She was w e a r i n g a short red skirt; her legs w e r e like sticks. " A n d I have a place w h e r e I usually put h i m , " Macon said. "But n o w they tell me t h a t he bites. T h e y say they can't accept him any m o r e . " P e r h a p s it was a m i s t a k e to say this to the w o m a n ! Perhaps she, too, was g o i n g to refuse to t a k e the dog. " E d w a r d , do you b i t e ? " the w o m a n said. " H o w can you do such a t h i n g ? " E d w a r d looked up at her happily a n d put his ears back. H e was inviting her t o touch h i m . She p u t her h a n d d o w n and touched his head. "So will you k e e p h i m ? " M a c o n asked. " O h , well yes," she said. In L o n d o n he stayed at the Jones T e r r a c e H o t e l . W h e n he

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" E d w a r d , d o you b i t e ? "

The Accidental Tourist arrived, he c h a n g e d his clothes. T h e n he w e n t out for breakfast. Breakfast was the meal w h i c h business people usually h a d to find for themselves. Because of this he always gave a lot of space to it in his books. He w a l k e d to t h e Yankee Delight, w h e r e he ordered eggs a n d coffee. T h e service here was excellent; the coffee came quickly a n d it was nice a n d hot. T h e eggs d i d n ' t taste like the eggs at h o m e , b u t t h e n they never did. He put a good m a r k against the Y a n k e e D e l i g h t in his book. He paid his bill a n d w e n t d o w n the street to the N e w America, w h e r e he o r d e r e d m o r e eggs a n d m o r e coffee. " W i t h cream," he a d d e d . T h e waiter said they d i d n ' t have any real cream. " O h , don't y o u ? " M a c o n said. He m a d e a note in his g u i d e b o o k . In the afternoon he visited several of the hotels on his list, looking at b e d r o o m s , b a t h r o o m s a n d toilets. H e m a d e m o r e notes in his book. In the e v e n i n g he h a d supper at a cafe called My American Friend. By the end of the trip he was ready to go h o m e . He arrived at the a i r p o r t early a n d got a seat by the w i n d o w for the flight to N e w York. He r e m e m b e r e d that once, after a trip to Japan, Sarah met h i m in N e w York. It was his b i r t h d a y a n d she was w a i t i n g for him with a bottle of w i n e . But she w a s n o t w a i t i n g for h i m this time, not in N e w York a n d not in Baltimore. P e r h a p s she was at h o m e . He collected his car a n d drove to the M e o w - B o w . H e pushed the bell and a girl c a m e out of the office. "Yes?" she said. " I ' m h e r e for my d o g . " "Your last n a m e ? " "Leary." " O h , " she said. "Just a m i n u t e . " T h e girl w e n t away a n d the other one came out. T h i s evening

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she wore a black dress w i t h big p i n k flowers. "Well, hi t h e r e ! " she said. " H o w was your t r i p ? " " O h it was . . . where's E d w a r d ? Isn't he all r i g h t ? " "He's fine. He was so good a n d friendly!" "Well fine," M a c o n said. " H e seems to like m e . I can't say why." "That's very good," Macon said. He c o u g h e d . "So, can I have him back, please?" "Caroline will b r i n g h i m . " "Ah." T h e r e was a silence. T h e w o m a n waited, l o o k i n g at h i m w i t h a smile. H e r hps w e r e painted d a r k red, almost black. " U m , " Macon said finally. " P e r h a p s I could pay." "Oh, yes. T h a t ' l l be forty-two dollars," she said. She took Macon's card, t h e n watched h i m w r i t e his n a m e a n d telephone n u m b e r .

"Is t h a t y o u r h o m e t e l e p h o n e , o r y o u r

business?" she asked. "It's both. W h y ? " "Oh, no special reason," she said. "By the way, I train dogs. I am very good with dogs that bite." At that m o m e n t M a c o n h e a r d a noise behind the door and then E d w a r d ran in. H e was followed by the other girl. He was j u m p i n g and b a r k i n g a n d very pleased to see Macon. "I can train all k i n d s of dogs," c o n t i n u e d the girl. " O f course E d w a r d fell in love w i t h me — I told you that." "I'm pleased to hear it," M a c o n said. "But I can train h i m not to bite other people. T h i n k a b o u t it. Telephone me if you need m e . M u r i e l , r e m e m b e r . Muriel Pritchett. Let me give you my card." She gave h i m a pink business card, w h i c h he took. " T h a n k you very m u c h , " M a c o n said.

The Accidental Tourist " O r just call for no reason. Call a n d talk." "Talk?" "Yes. Talk a b o u t E d w a r d and his p r o b l e m s , talk about . .. a n y t h i n g ! Pick up the telephone a n d just talk. D o n ' t you ever feel like d o i n g t h a t ? " " N o t really," M a c o n said. T h e n E d w a r d b a r k e d a n d the t w o o f t h e m h u r r i e d h o m e . Well, of course Sarah wasn't there. T h e house smelled empty. So he w e n t upstairs to u n p a c k his case. T h e n he had a bath and p r e p a r e d for bed. It was not very different from being in a hotel, he t h o u g h t . Accidental Tourist at Home.

A Difficult Dog T h e telephone rang. Macon d r e a m t E t h a n was calling him from the c a m p . He was a s k i n g w h y they did not c o m e to collect him. "But we t h o u g h t you w e r e d e a d , " M a c o n said. E t h a n replied in his y o u n g , high voice, " H o w can you t h i n k t h a t ? " T h e n the telephone r a n g again a n d M a c o n w o k e u p . "Yes," he said. "Macon! W e l c o m e b a c k ! " It was Julian E d g e , Macon's publisher. He was loud and cheerful even at this early h o u r in the m o r n i n g . " O h , " M a c o n said. " H o w was the t r i p ? " "It was O K . " " D i d you find any great n e w places?"

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"Well, 'great' is a bit s t r o n g . . ." "So, have you started w r i t i n g the n e w m a t e r i a l for the guidebook? W h e n do you t h i n k it will be ready for m e ? " "I don't k n o w . " T h e r e was a short silence. "Were you asleep w h e n I called?" Julian asked. "Yes." "Ah." T h e r e was a n o t h e r short silence. "So can I have the n e w material by the e n d of the m o n t h ? " " N o , " said Macon. "Why not?" "I can't do it." Macon listened to himself a n d was surprised by his o w n voice. It sounded flat and dull. P e r h a p s Julian felt this too because he asked, "Hey, are you O K ? " "Yes. I'm fine," said Macon. "Just fine. I'll give you the n e w material by the m i d d l e of next m o n t h . All r i g h t ? " But he found it very difficult to w o r k on his book. He felt lonely in that big house w i t h just E d w a r d a n d the cat. He missed Sarah a lot. He did his best for a few weeks. He k e p t the house tidy a n d looked after the animals. T h e n one day he fell d o w n the stairs a n d broke his leg. He was pleased to have a reason to leave the house. He went to stay w i t h his sister, Rose. She lived in the old Leary family house with their t w o b r o t h e r s , P o r t e r a n d C h a r l e s . At the moment Rose, w h o was not m a r r i e d , was l o o k i n g after t h e m . T h e y were both divorced. F a m i l y was very i m p o r t a n t to Rose, a n d she seemed to enjoy looking after her brothers. Every m o r n i n g , after P o r t e r a n d C h a r l e s left for w o r k , Rose went upstairs to clean the b e d r o o m s . M a c o n tried to w r i t e his n e w material for the g u i d e b o o k . Writing was m u c h m o r e difficult t h a n before. He spent a lot of

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t i m e just d r e a m i n g . He d r e a m t about the time w h e n he was a y o u n g boy. H e t h o u g h t a b o u t his f i r s t m e e t i n g w i t h Sarah. N o b o d y k n e w w h e r e he was — not Julian, not Sarah, nobody. H e liked that. " W h y can't things stay like this for a t i m e ? " he asked Rose. "Well — w h y can't t h e y ? " " O h , you k n o w . S o m e o n e will call here, Sarah or someone . . . " " P e r h a p s we could just not a n s w e r the telephone." " W h a t ? Just let it r i n g ? " "Why not?" " N o t a n s w e r it at a l l ? " "Most people w h o call me are n e i g h b o u r s . If we d o n ' t answer, they will c o m e h e r e to see us." " T h a t ' s t r u e , " said Macon. S o m e t i m e s in the day he h e a r d the telephone ring. O n e ring, t w o rings, t h r e e rings. Rose d i d n ' t even seem to hear. "But if it's u r g e n t ? " M a c o n asked. " N o b o d y calls us if it's u r g e n t , " Rose said. M a c o n t h o u g h t about Rose a n d her past life. F o r m a n y years she looked after her g r a n d p a r e n t s . W h e n Charles's m a r r i a g e ended, he came to live w i t h Rose. T h e n P o r t e r did the same. E v e r y o n e came to Rose w h e n they h a d p r o b l e m s . She liked to help. Rose was clever and she w o r k e d very h a r d . "But does she k n o w that she lives a rather strange life?" Macon asked himself. "She has no job a n d no h u s b a n d a n d she spends her life at h o m e . " In the evening, w h e n his brothers came h o m e from w o r k , the four of t h e m had supper together. T h e y ate meals that they enjoyed w h e n they w e r e children. L a t e r they played all the old family card g a m e s together. Macon looked at the small g r o u p of his brothers and sister a n d felt almost frightened. E v e r y t h i n g was the same. N o t h i n g was different. A n d here he was too, just the same. " W h a t

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have I d o n e ? " he asked himself. " W h y have I come b a c k ? " T h e telephone r a n g several times, b u t nobody a n s w e r e d it. " H e l p ! H e l p ! Call your d o g ! " Macon stopped w r i t i n g a n d lifted his head. But E d w a r d was out walking with Porter. It was probably some other dog. "Come and get your d o g ! " Macon w e n t to the w i n d o w . T h e r e was somebody in the tree in the garden. E d w a r d was s t a n d i n g at the b o t t o m , b a r k i n g . " E d w a r d , stop that." E d w a r d did not stop. "Come here n o w ! " E d w a r d continued b a r k i n g . Macon came out of the house a n d w a l k e d slowly to the tree. H i s leg hurt a lot. " W h o is i t ? " he asked. "It's your boss, Macon. It's Julian." Julian came d o w n from the tree. H i s trousers w e r e dirty a n d his fair hair was very untidy. "Macon," he said, "I really hate people w h o have difficult dogs. I don't just hate the dog. I hate the people." "Well, I ' m sorry a b o u t that. I t h o u g h t he was o u t w a l k i n g . " "Does he go for w a l k s a l o n e ? " " N o , no . . . W i t h my brother," M a c o n explained. " W h a t happened to y o u r l e g ? " Julian c h a n g e d the subject. "I broke it." "Well, I can see that, b u t h o w ? " Macon told h i m the story while they w a l k e d t o w a r d s the house. " H o w did you find m e ? " he asked Julian. "Why do you ask? A r e you h i d i n g ? " " N o , of course not," said M a c o n quickly.

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" H e l p ! H e l p ! Call your d o g ! "

A Difficult Dog "Your n e i g h b o u r told me w h e r e you were. W h e r e ' s S a r a h ? " "Who?" "Your wife, M a c o n . " "Oh. She a n d I are . . . " He did not k n o w h o w to say it out loud. T h e w o r d "separated" was too hard. He w a l k e d over to the chair a n d sat d o w n . T h e n he said, "She's got a flat in t o w n . " "You're s e p a r a t e d ? " "Yes." "I can't believe it!" E d w a r d p u t his nose in Macon's h a n d , a s k i n g to be touched. Macon was pleased to have s o m e t h i n g to do. "Macon, w h a t w e n t w r o n g ? " " N o t h i n g ! " M a c o n told h i m . H i s voice was a little too loud. He spoke more softly. "I m e a n , that's not s o m e t h i n g I can answer." "Oh, I'm sorry . . ." "No, I mean there is no answer. S o m e t i m e s these things have no real reason." "Well it's been difficult for you both . . . w i t h w h a t h a p p e n e d and everything . .. P e r h a p s she will come back . . ." "Perhaps," said Macon. "So w h a t did you t h i n k of the n e w material?" They looked at the n e w pages together. Julian t h o u g h t they were good. " W h e n this is finished, I w a n t you to start on the U S A again. You need to m a k e trips to Boston, Atlanta, Chicago." He stood up a n d M a c o n did too. E d w a r d saw that s o m e o n e was leaving. He ran into the living r o o m , b a r k i n g . W h e n they reached the front door, E d w a r d stood in front of it. N o b o d y could leave. "Now then, E d w a r d . " Macon p u t his h a n d d o w n to hold the d o g and E d w a r d bit h i m .

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" M a c o n , did he get y o u ? " Julian asked. M a c o n looked d o w n at his h a n d . T h e r e w e r e four red m a r k s on it — t w o on the front, t w o on the back — b u t there was no blood. " I ' m all right," he said. "I d o n ' t like dogs like that. He should be shot," Julian said. " H e was just t r y i n g to protect m e . W h y d o n ' t you go now, Julian, while he's c a l m ? " " A r e you sure you're all r i g h t ? " "Just go." Macon w e n t into the k i t c h e n w h e r e Rose was w o r k i n g with P o r t e r a n d C h a r l e s . T h e y w e r e p u t t i n g the s h o p p i n g on the shelves. E v e r y t h i n g h a d to be in the right order. " A " came first, and t h e n " B " a n d so on. Bread a n d beer w e r e together on the same shelf; cake a n d chocolate w e r e next to t h e m . M a c o n sometimes t h o u g h t this was rather strange. O t h e r people, he guessed, didn't do this. "Rose," he said. "It seems E d w a r d has given me a little bite." " O h M a c o n ! H o w did i t h a p p e n ? " "It was an accident, that's all." "You can't keep that dog. He's terrible," said Charles. T h e y all looked at E d w a r d , w h o looked at t h e m nervously. "You k n o w I like the cat," said Rose. "But E d w a r d is just so difficult. Every day he gets worse." " P e r h a p s you can give h i m to somebody," said Charles. " O h never! H e likes sleeping near m e . " A n d h e was E t h a n ' s dog. At one time E t h a n b r u s h e d him, b a t h e d h i m , fought on the floor w i t h h i m . T h e t w o of them w a t c h e d at the w i n d o w for the daily newspaper. W h e n it arrived, E t h a n sent E d w a r d out to get it. E t h a n picked up a tennis ball to t h r o w a n d E d w a r d began t o dance with excitement. "I just can't," M a c o n said.

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"It seems E d w a r d has given me a little bite."

The Accidental Tourist T h e r e was a silence. " W h y d o n ' t you call the w o m a n from the vet's w h e r e Edward w e n t before? You k n o w , w h e n you w e r e in E n g l a n d ? " Rose asked. " T h e w o m a n from M e o w - B o w ? P e r h a p s I will," Macon said. It was not possible, of course. T h e w o m a n was too strange. But he did not w a n t to discuss it w i t h Rose now. On S u n d a y m o r n i n g E d w a r d tried to attack a n e i g h b o u r who c a m e to b o r r o w some sugar. On S u n d a y afternoon he tried to stop P o r t e r leaving the house. P o r t e r had to leave secretly by the back door. " W h e n are you g o i n g to call that w o m a n ? " P o r t e r asked. On M o n d a y m o r n i n g , w h e n E d w a r d w e n t for a walk, he ran after a girl on a bicycle. W h e n Rose came h o m e w i t h h i m , she asked, " H a v e you called the M e o w - B o w y e t ? " H e r voice was very quiet. "Meow-Bow Animal Hospital." "Is, ah, Muriel there please?" " O n e m i n u t e , please." H e waited, then Muriel picked u p the telephone. " H e l l o ? " "Yes, this is Macon Leary. I don't k n o w if you r e m e m b e r me ..." " O h , M a c o n ! H i there! H o w ' s E d w a r d ? " "Well, he's g e t t i n g worse. He's a t t a c k i n g everybody. Do you t h i n k you can h e l p ? " "Yes, I can help." " O h that's great," Macon said. "I can do a n y t h i n g w i t h dogs." " E d w a r d just w a n t s to protect m e . " "Yes, well, you can have too m u c h protection. I'll come five or six times a w e e k until he's trained. It will be five dollars a lesson. Usually I t a k e ten dollars." " T h e n w h y not ten for m e ? " M a c o n asked.

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"Oh no. You're a friend." He did not u n d e r s t a n d , b u t they agreed a t i m e a n d he gave her his address. "But look, about the cost n o w

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"See you t o m o r r o w , " she said, a n d p u t the telephone d o w n . At supper that n i g h t he told the others a n d they seemed surprised. Porter said, "You m e a n you really t e l e p h o n e d ? " "Yes, why n o t ? " M a c o n said. They continued eating.

Muriel "When I was a little girl," Muriel said, "I d i d n ' t like animals." She had a voice that w e n t too far up a n d too far d o w n . O n e m i n u t e it was very high, the next m i n u t e it d r o p p e d very low. "My family gave me a dog. But then they took it away because I was frightened." She and Macon w e r e s t a n d i n g in the hall w i t h E d w a r d . W h e n Muriel arrived, E d w a r d ran to her. But she just told h i m to sit down and pushed h i m w i t h her long fingers. He sat in front of her, looking surprised a n d u n h a p p y . " N o w you tell h i m that he is d o i n g well," she told Macon. " H e will soon learn." Muriel talked a lot. First she started t a l k i n g a b o u t her plans for training E d w a r d . T h e n , suddenly, she began to describe her early life. "My hair was very fair w h e n I was a baby," she said. "It was almost white. A n d I h a d blue eyes. E v e r y b o d y said I was so beautiful. T h e y said I was pretty e n o u g h to be a film actress." Edward m a d e a noise b u t Muriel did not look at h i m .

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" T h e n one day I w o k e up in the m o r n i n g a n d my hair was dark. It was n o t h i n g special any m o r e . A n d my eyes w e r e b r o w n . My m o t h e r said it was terrible. I was just b o r i n g old Muriel." M a c o n felt she was w a i t i n g for h i m to say s o m e t h i n g . But he was w o r r i e d a b o u t E d w a r d . " O h , well . . ." he said. "Perhaps we should let h i m stand up n o w ? " "Stand up? O h , the dog. In a m i n u t e , " she said. "But my hair is a real p r o b l e m . I tried to colour it, b u t s o m e t h i n g w e n t wrong. N o w it's this strange colour. W h a t d o you t h i n k ? " "Well p e r h a p s you could wash it a lot — until the colour goes away," said M a c o n . " O h . . . well, p e r h a p s , " she said. But she seemed to lose interest in the p r o b l e m . " O K , " she said to E d w a r d , "that was very good." Edward jumped up, barking. It seemed so easy that Macon felt a little angry. Muriel held out her h a n d a n d pointed at E d w a r d . After a short pause he sat. " N o w you try," Muriel told Macon w h e n the d o g stood up. Macon pointed at E d w a r d ' s back. He did not m o v e . Macon felt silly, a n d pointed again. N o t h i n g h a p p e n e d . " P u s h h i m , " said Muriel. M a c o n p u s h e d a n d E d w a r d sat. " G o o d dog," he said, but E d w a r d stood up again quickly. Muriel m a d e a noise between her teeth a n d E d w a r d sat d o w n again. " H e doesn't believe you w h e n you tell h i m to do something," Muriel said. "Well, I k n o w that." Macon's b r o k e n leg was starting to h u r t . "So, I d i d n ' t have any animals w h e n I was g r o w i n g up," said Muriel. " T h e n I m e t a m a n w h o trained dogs. I told h i m I didn't really like a n i m a l s . He said it d i d n ' t matter. In the end he told me

Muriel that I was his very best pupil. So then I got a job w i t h the M e o w Bow. Who's that lady w a l k i n g t h r o u g h your k i t c h e n ? " "That's Rose." "Is she your wife?" "She's my sister! T h i s house is hers," Macon said. "I don't live with anybody either," Muriel told h i m . Macon felt surprised. W h y was she saying this? D i d n ' t he tell her that he lived with his sister? "Sometimes late at n i g h t I telephone the s p e a k i n g clock. I do it just to talk to somebody," Muriel said. " T h e time will be eleven . . . forty-nine exactly. You can tell h i m to stand up now." "What?" "Your dog. He can stand u p . " Macon m a d e a sign a n d E d w a r d j u m p e d u p . "So what do you d o ? " Muriel asked. Macon said, "I w r i t e g u i d e b o o k s . " "Guidebooks! Lucky." "Why is it l u c k y ? " "Well, it m e a n s you have to travel to all k i n d s of places!" "Oh w e l l . . . t r a v e l . . ." Macon said. "I love travel, but I d o n ' t travel very often. I've never been on a plane. Can you believe t h a t ? " "It's not very interesting really. Tickets, airports, stations . . . Why is E d w a r d b a r k i n g ? " Muriel looked at E d w a r d a n d he became quiet. "I would like to go to Paris," she said. "Paris is terrible. Everybody's r u d e . " "I just think it s o u n d s so r o m a n t i c . " "Well it's not," M a c o n said. "Take me with you next t i m e ! I'll s h o w you the good parts." Macon looked away. " E r . . . w e l l . . . I never even took my wife,

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or, u m , my . . . wife." "I was only j o k i n g , " she told h i m . "Oh." " D i d you t h i n k I m e a n t i t ? " "Oh, no." " T h a t ' s five dollars," Muriel said. "You have to practise what he's learnt. Do it yourself now. I'll come back t o m o r r o w for the second lesson." W h e n Muriel left, E d w a r d j u m p e d up a n d attacked the front door. All that afternoon a n d evening E d w a r d and M a c o n practised. Rose a n d the family watched with interest. " E d w a r d ' s trainer is a very strange lady," Rose told Charles and Porter. "She talks all the t i m e , a n d she's very, very t h i n ! " D u r i n g the e v e n i n g E d w a r d ate a pencil, stole some m e a t from a dish on the d i n n e r table a n d was sick on the kitchen floor. " W h e n I was in h i g h school, I was top of my class," Muriel said. "You're surprised, aren't y o u ? " " N o , I ' m not," said Macon. But he was. T h e y w e r e in front of the house a n d it was raining. Muriel said she was teaching E d w a r d to walk correctly. But she continued t a l k i n g a b o u t her days in school. " S o m e of my teachers said I should go to university," she said. "But I didn't. I d o n ' t k n o w . . . a n d n o w I tell my sister: 'You go to university. D o n ' t be silly like I was.' Claire's hair is fair. My parents t h i n k she's the best. She's the good one a n d I ' m the bad one." She looked d o w n at E d w a r d . " H e has to walk at my speed. Slow, fast, a n y t h i n g I d o . " She w a l k e d m o r e quickly and Edward followed. "I t h i n k he u n d e r s t a n d s . N o w you, Macon. A n d don't

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forget to tell h i m w h e n he does it right!" Macon w a l k e d in front with E d w a r d . He tried to forget that his leg hurt. He tried not to t h i n k a b o u t Sarah. "Everybody asks m e , ' W h a t k i n d of d o g do you h a v e ? ' But I don't have a dog. I had one w h e n I was m a r r i e d . It was my husband's dog, Spook. Spook ran away in the first week after we were married. I t h i n k he hated m e . " "Oh, surely not," Macon said. "Yes," she said. " A n d N o r m a n couldn't u n d e r s t a n d . T h e d o g never did that before. We w e r e very y o u n g to get m a r r i e d . I was seventeen. N o r m a n was eighteen. H i s m o t h e r t h o u g h t I was bad for him. N o w it's time to m a k e E d w a r d lie d o w n . " " W h a t ? " said Macon. "Edward. We have to teach h i m to lie d o w n . " But E d w a r d seemed to have different ideas. He lay d o w n w h e n Muriel told h i m . But he stood up again quickly. He looked at Muriel and Macon a n d seemed to be l a u g h i n g at t h e m . "He needs to practise. I w o n ' t c o m e t o m o r r o w , b u t I'll c o m e again on Saturday," said Muriel. All afternoon and evening E d w a r d refused to lie d o w n . T h e n on Friday m o r n i n g he attacked the p o s t m a n . In the afternoon Macon called the M e o w - B o w . "May I speak to Muriel, please?" "Muriel's not w o r k i n g today. H e r little boy is ill." He didn't k n o w she had a little boy. "Well, thank you. I'll talk to h e r t o m o r r o w . " When she arrived on Saturday, E d w a r d d a n c e d a r o u n d her. She pointed at him and he sat d o w n . "How's your little b o y ? " asked Macon.

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She looked at h i m . " W h a t ? " she said. " W a s n ' t he ill?" " W h o told you t h a t ? " " S o m e o n e at M e o w - B o w w h e n I telephoned." She c o n t i n u e d to look at h i m . " W h a t was it? D i d he have a c o l d ? " " O h , yes probably," she said after a m o m e n t . "Some little s t o m a c h p r o b l e m . W h y did you t e l e p h o n e ? " " E d w a r d was refusing to lie d o w n . " She t u r n e d to look at E d w a r d . "I told you he was going to be difficult," she said. "Yes, but w e practised for t w o days a n d n o t h i n g . . . " " D o you t h i n k I can do e v e r y t h i n g in a few d a y s ? " she said angrily. "I just w a n t e d to

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"I d i d n ' t tell you about Alexander. You t h i n k that's strange, don't you?" "Alexander?" "You t h i n k I'm a terrible m o t h e r . " " W h a t ? N o , wait a m i n u t e

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"You're not g o i n g to t h i n k about me any m o r e , are you? Now that you k n o w I've got a child. T h a t ' s w h y I d i d n ' t tell you at first. D o n ' t you see? T h i s is w h a t always h a p p e n s ! " M a c o n was not listening to her, p e r h a p s because he was w a t c h i n g E d w a r d . W h e n Muriel's voice became louder, Edward's hair began to stand up straight on the back of his neck. It was a bad sign. A n d then he began to m a k e a low, angry noise. Muriel looked at h i m , a n d stopped speaking. But she did not seem to be worried. " D o w n , " Muriel said. W i t h a b a r k , E d w a r d j u m p e d at her face. H i s lips were pulled back a n d all his teeth w e r e on view. Quickly, Muriel pulled on his

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leash and lifted h i m off the floor. He stopped b a r k i n g a n d started to m a k e strange, u n h a p p y noises. "You're h u r t i n g h i m , " Macon said. She let the d o g h a n g there. He was quiet now. "Stop it! You'll kill h i m ! " Macon held Muriel's shoulder h a r d . She lowered her h a n d a n d Edward fell to the floor. He lay there, not m o v i n g . M a c o n got down on his knees next to the dog. " E d w a r d ? E d w a r d ? O h , no, he's d e a d ! " E d w a r d lifted his head a n d slowly p u t out his t o n g u e . "Look, that's a good sign," said Muriel. " W e ' r e w i n n i n g . " "Don't you ever do t h a t a g a i n ! " M a c o n told her. "What?" "In fact, don't ever come back again." T h e r e was a surprised silence. "Well, all right," said Muriel. "If that's h o w you feel — fine." She walked r o u n d E d w a r d a n d opened the front door. "If you want to o w n a difficult d o g , that's fine with m e . " "I prefer a b a r k i n g d o g to a frightened d o g , " M a c o n said. "Do you w a n t a d o g w h o bites all your friends? A d o g w h o frightens the n e i g h b o u r s ' children? A bad, angry dog? A d o g w h o kills people?" She went t h r o u g h the door. T h e n she t u r n e d a n d looked into Macon's eyes. "Well, yes, I t h i n k you d o , " she said. F r o m the hall floor, E d w a r d m a d e a small, u n h a p p y noise a n d watched her walk away.

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Sarah Now the days w e r e shorter a n d colder. E a c h m o r n i n g Macon practised w a l k i n g w i t h E d w a r d . H e m a d e E d w a r d sit a n d then walked away. E d w a r d waited, sitting. O h , he wasn't such a bad dog! " E d w a r d , will you please lie d o w n , " M a c o n said softly. Edward looked away and did n o t h i n g . " P e r h a p s t o m o r r o w , " Macon said. His family did not t h i n k so. " W h a t will h a p p e n w h e n you start travelling a g a i n ? " asked Rose. "You can't leave h i m here." T h e n one evening Sarah telephoned. She w a n t e d to talk to h i m , so they decided to meet in a restaurant. M a c o n felt very n e r v o u s and arrived early. He sat at the table. He hoped that he looked all right. It was difficult w i t h a b r o k e n leg, b u t his family helped h i m to get ready. Rose cut one leg off his grey trousers, so he could wear them easily. She also cut his hair for h i m . A n d he was w e a r i n g his brother's best tie. Then Sarah arrived a n d Macon suddenly felt very strange. How nice she looked! He r e m e m b e r e d h o w m u c h he liked her. He half stood up. W a s she g o i n g to kiss h i m ? But she only touched his cheek, like someone m e e t i n g a friend at a party. "Hello, Macon," she said. " W h a t h a p p e n e d to y o u r l e g ? " " I . . . fell." "Is it b r o k e n ? " "Yes." "And what about your h a n d ? " "Well, it's a k i n d of d o g bite . . . but it's all right now." She looked at h i m . " W a s it E d w a r d w h o bit y o u ? "

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"Well, yes." He waited for her to say s o m e t h i n g . P e r h a p s she too was going to tell h i m to send E d w a r d away. "Well, he's probably u n h a p p y , " she said slowly. "Yes, he is," said Macon. "He's acting very strangely. He attacks people all the time. I asked a d o g trainer to help m e , b u t she was too hard with him." " W e l l , that's silly!

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frightened, he attacks. T h a t ' s just the way he is." M a c o n s u d d e n l y felt h o w m u c h he loved her. O h , w h e n they w e r e together, he s o m e t i m e s hated her. But she was his oldest friend. T h e t w o of t h e m

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together. She was a part of his life. It was too late to change that. " S a r a h , " he said. "It is terrible not living together." She looked at h i m . In this light her eyes seemed to be very dark blue, almost black. "Isn't i t ? " he said. She p u t d o w n her glass. "I asked you here for a reason, Macon." H e k n e w i t was s o m e t h i n g bad. She said, " W e need to separate." " W e are separated, so there's no p r o b l e m , " he said. "By law, I m e a n . " " W h y d o n ' t you come h o m e ? " T h e meal arrived. A h a n d p u t plates in front of t h e m and m o v e d things on the table. " A n y m o r e d r i n k s ? " the waitress asked. " N o ! " M a c o n said. " T h a n k you." T h e waitress left. He said, "Sarah? Please come back." "It's not possible," she told h i m . She was w e a r i n g p i n k . She was w e a r i n g just that same pink w h e n they first met. W h y did she choose that colour tonight?

Sarah "Listen," he said. " P e r h a p s we should have a n o t h e r baby." He saw that she was shocked. He was shocked too. "Why n o t ? " he asked. " W e ' r e not too old." "Oh, Macon." "I k n o w it w o n ' t be E t h a n . But

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" N o , " Sarah said. H e r eyes w e r e very calm. He k n e w that she was not g o i n g to change her m i n d . He started his soup. "I'm sorry," said Sarah. "But it will never w o r k . " "All right. F o r g e t w h a t I said a b o u t the baby. T h a t was a crazy idea. Aren't you g o i n g to e a t ? " She looked at her plate. T h e n she picked up her fork. "Why d o n ' t we go on h o l i d a y ? " Macon said. "Holiday?" "Well, I m e a n . . . so we can start again." "I am starting again," she said. She p u t d o w n her fork. " I ' m taking painting lessons. I ' m even seeing s o m e o n e . " "Seeing s o m e o n e ? " "I'm going out with a m a n . H e ' s a doctor." There was a pause. "Look. I k n o w this is hard for you, Macon. It's h a r d for both of us. But we d o n ' t share m u c h these days, do we? D o n ' t you see? When you break your leg, w h o do you go to? N o t to me — to your sister, Rose. You d i d n ' t even tell m e ! " "But I k n e w you w e r e not g o i n g to come." "No, perhaps not. But you d i d n ' t ask! You're closer to your family than to m e . " "That's not t r u e , " M a c o n said. " O r . . . well, of course w e ' r e close — we're family. But it doesn't matter. T h a t ' s not i m p o r t a n t . " "Look at your brother, Charles! He and his wife are divorced.

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She had to do it — the Leary family was too m u c h for her." " A n d n o w you w a n t to do the same," Macon said. "You want to destroy t w e n t y years of m a r r i a g e because I like my family." " O u r m a r r i a g e has e n d e d , believe m e , " Sarah said. M a c o n p u t d o w n his spoon. "Sarah, it was E t h a n ' s d e a t h that destroyed us." She covered her eyes. "But it doesn't have to," he said. " F o r some people, this brings t h e m closer together. W h y not u s ? " T h e waitress said, "Is e v e r y t h i n g all r i g h t ? " Sarah sat up straight a n d looked in her h a n d b a g . "Yes, t h a n k you," said Macon. T h e waitress was b r i n g i n g their m a i n dishes. She looked at Sarah's plate. "Isn't she g o i n g to eat t h a t ? " she asked Macon. " N o , I d o n ' t t h i n k .. . p e r h a p s not." " D i d n ' t she like i t ? " "Yes, she liked it. T a k e it away." T h e waitress m o v e d things a r o u n d on the table in angry silence. Sarah p u t d o w n her h a n d b a g a n d looked at her plate. T h e food did not look very good. "You can have some of m i n e , " said Macon w h e n the waitress left. Sarah's eyes w e r e full of tears now. " M a c o n , " she said. "Because of w h a t h a p p e n e d to E t h a n , I now k n o w that people are bad. T h e y are so bad that they can shoot a twelve-year-old boy for no reason. I read n e w s p a p e r s n o w and I feel sick. I can't watch the news on television. T h e world is such a terrible place. C h i l d r e n kill each other; m e n t h r o w babies out of w i n d o w s ; criminals attack old people in their homes. I look at the students in my class a n d they look so nice. But they are exactly like the boy w h o killed E t h a n .. ." T e a r s w e r e r u n n i n g d o w n her face.

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"There are times w h e n I do not w a n t to live in this w o r l d . " Macon felt that he h a d to choose exactly the right w o r d s . "Yes, u m , I see w h a t you m e a n , b u t . . . " He began again. " W h a t you say about people is true. I don't disagree. But tell m e , Sarah. Why does that m a k e you w a n t to leave m e ? " She tried to dry her tears w i t h her h a n d . She said, "Exactly because I k n o w you d o n ' t disagree. You always believed that people were bad." "Well, so . . . " "Because o f . . . E t h a n , my life is different now. I stay away from crowds; I don't go to parties; I d o n ' t see my friends. Do you remember w h e n you a n d I w e n t to the beach in s u m m e r ? I liked the people on the beach. I liked being close to their s h o u t i n g , their noisy radios. But you hated it. You hated t h e m . A n d n o w I hate them too. I am b e c o m i n g just like you. I feel I am b e c o m i n g a Leary. I don't like it!" Macon tried a joke. "Well, I think there are worse things than being a Leary." She didn't smile. She said, "I d o n ' t have t i m e . " "Time for w h a t ? " "I'm forty-two years old. I d o n ' t have e n o u g h time to be alone and unhappy. So I am trying to start a n e w life. I have a n e w flat. I have new friends — not your k i n d of people, Macon. I'm studying with an artist, a painter. I always w a n t e d to be a painter, but teaching seemed m o r e sensible. T h a t ' s h o w you t h i n k , isn't it? Sensible. You are so q u i c k to be sensible that you stop trying. You don't let things touch you." " W h a t t h i n g s ? " M a c o n asked. "Everything that can touch you, or h u r t you, or c h a n g e your life. You tell yourself that you d o n ' t w a n t it. So you d o n ' t need to show any feeling."

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" W h a t do you m e a n ? " M a c o n said. "I am sitting here with you. I w a n t to be with you. I am trying not to lose you." Sarah chose not to hear this. " A n d w h e n E t h a n died," she said, "you e m p t i e d his room so quickly. You gave all his toys away to people. You could not u n d e r s t a n d w h y they did not w a n t to accept t h e m . 'I hate to see things sitting there,' you said. Macon, I know you loved h i m . But I so m e t i m e s t h i n k t h a t you did not love him e n o u g h . N o t in the same way that I did. I k n o w you felt terrible a b o u t his d e a t h . But t h e r e is s o m e t h i n g so different about how you feel things. It seems that you are trying to get through life u n c h a n g e d . D o n ' t you see w h y I had to leave y o u ? " "Sarah, I am touched by things. But I try to k e e p living. I try to k e e p going." "If you t h i n k that, t h e n you are w r o n g . You are touched by n o t h i n g . Oh M acon, it is not by chance that you write those silly g u i d e b o o k s ! Books telling people h o w to take trips w i t h o u t feeling a n y t h i n g . W i t h o u t any shocks or surpri s e s . Y o u ' r e just an accidental tourist t o o ! " " N o I ' m not," Macon said. " I ' m not!" Sarah put her coat on. "So, this is w h a t I w a n t e d to tell you. My lawyer is w r i t i n g to you about a divorce." She left a n d M a c o n finished his meal alone. O n c e , w h e n E t h a n was little, he ran into the road after a ball. M a c o n was too far a w a y to do a n y t h i n g . All he could do was to shout: " N o ! " A n d then he saw a car c o m i n g r o u n d the corner. In t h a t m o m e n t e v e r y t h i n g c h a n g e d . In his m i n d he saw a future w i t h o u t E t h a n , a n d he p r e p a r e d himself for it. T h i s was a future with less happiness. But it was also a future w i t h fewer problems. It did not contain the p r o b l e m s w h i c h a small child always brings. A n d t h e n the car stopped a n d E t h a n got his ball. Macon felt a great happiness. But he also r e m e m b e r e d h o w quickly he prepared his

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m i n d for a life w i t h o u t E t h a n . P e r h a p s this was w h y Ethan's death was less of a shock later. But if people do not p r e p a r e themselves, h o w can they c o n t i n u e living? He asked for the bill a n d paid it. " W a s there a n y t h i n g w r o n g ? " asked the waitress. " E v e r y t h i n g was fine," M a c o n said.

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was real. He t u r n e d off the television a n d called a taxi. At Julian's suggestion, he was going to have d i n n e r at the top of an impossibly tall building. Julian seemed to like places like that. T h e taxi stopped at the end of a very d a r k street. M a c o n h u r r i e d towards the great, tall building. He stood at the b o t t o m a n d looked u p and u p and u p . H e r e m e m b e r e d the t i m e w h e n E t h a n f i r s t saw an elephant. T h e child looked up in surprise, p u t t i n g his head further and further back until he fell over. Macon got into the lift a n d w e n t up to the top floor. In the restaurant he was given a table w i t h o u t a view. P e r h a p s it was because he was alone. Single customers were u n u s u a l . P e r h a p s he was the first. His waiter, w h o was far better dressed t h a n M a c o n , gave h i m a menu. " W h a t w o u l d you like to d r i n k , sir?" Macon asked for white wine. W h e n the waiter left, M a c o n sat on the m e n u . T h e n he looked at his neighbours. Everybody was with a friend or in a group. T h e waiter r e t u r n e d w i t h his d r i n k . "And n o w could I have the m e n u ? " M a c o n said. "Menu? D i d n ' t I give you o n e ? " "Perhaps there was a mistake," he said, not exactly lying. Another m e n u was b r o u g h t a n d o p e n e d i n front of h i m . M a c o n drank his wine a n d looked at the prices. T h e y w e r e crazy, of course. He gave the waiter his o r d e r a n d w e n t over to the w i n d o w . Suddenly, he t h o u g h t he was dead. He saw the city below h i m like a shining, golden sea. T h e p r o b l e m w a s n't the height — it was the distance. It was the great, lonely distance from everyone w h o was important to h i m . E t h a n — a n d Sarah. He saw his sister a n d brothers in their house. He felt he could never, ever get back to them. He d r o p p e d his glass a n d ran across the r o o m a n d out of the door. Outside he looked for the toilets. He found t h e m , w e n t in a n d washed his face in cold water. W h e n he came out he saw the

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telephone. W h o could he talk to? He d i d n ' t k n o w anyone in New York. So he called his family. C h a r l e s a n s w e r e d . "Leary." "Charles?" " M a c o n ! " C h a r l e s said, unusually excited. " C h a r l e s , I ' m on top of this b u i l d i n g a n d a k i n d o f . . . silly thing is h a p p e n i n g to m e . Listen, can you get me out of h e r e ? " " G e t you out? W h a t are you talking about? You've got to get me out of here!" " O u t o f w h e r e ? W h e r e are y o u ? " " I ' m in the kitchen. Your d o g refuses to let me out." " O h . Well, I ' m sorry b u t . . . C h a r l e s , it's like some kind of illness. I d o n ' t t h i n k I can get in the lift, a n d the stairs

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" M a c o n , can you hear that b a r k i n g ? T h a t ' s E d w a r d . Edward's got me here and he refuses to let me come out. You'll have to come h o m e a n d help m e . " "But I'm in N e w York! I'm on top of this b u i l d i n g a n d I can't get d o w n ! " "Every time I open the door, he tries to attack m e . A n d when I close the door, he attacks it!" "Charles, can I speak to R o s e ? " "She's out." "Oh." " W h y do you t h i n k I'm in this situation? Julian came to take her to d i n n e r a n d

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"I'll have to tell the police." "Don't do t h a t ! " M a c o n shouted. A m a n c o m i n g o u t of the toilets looked at h i m w i t h interest. Macon spoke m o r e quietly. "He was E t h a n ' s . " "Does that m e a n he can kill m e ? " "Listen. D o n ' t do a n y t h i n g yet. I ' m g o i n g to telephone Sarah. I'm going to ask her to c o m e a n d get E d w a r d . D o n ' t do a n y t h i n g until she comes. Do you u n d e r s t a n d ? " " W e l l . . . " C h a r l e s said. Macon put d o w n the telephone. T h e n he picked it up again a n d called Sarah. She d i d n ' t answer. W h a t n o w ? W h a t on earth was he going to do n o w ? He looked at the n u m b e r s in his book. Doctor, dentist, a n i m a l trainer . . . A n i m a l trainer? H e t h o u g h t o f lions a n d elephants, a n d then he saw the n a m e : Muriel Pritchett. He called her. "Hello," she a n s w e r e d . "Muriel? It's M a c o n Leary." "Oh. H o w are y o u ? " "I'm fine. O r . . . you see, the p r o b l e m is that E d w a r d has got my brother in the kitchen. A n d I am here at the top of a b u i l d i n g in New York. I've got a k i n d of strange feeling, you k n o w ? I was looking d o w n at the city a n d it was miles a n d miles away. I can't describe to you h o w

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" N o . E d w a r d ' s outside, b a r k i n g . My brother's inside. He's g o i n g to call the police a n d ask t h e m to shoot E d w a r d . " "Well, that's a stupid idea!" "Yes!" M a c o n said. "So, I t h o u g h t that p e r h a p s you could get o u r key

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"I'll go now." " O h , great." "So goodbye for now, Macon." "Well, b u t also . . . " he said. She waited. "You see, I ' m at the top of this building," he said. "I don't know why, b u t I ' m frightened." " O h , yes. I k n o w , those tall buildings are frightening. I saw a film a b o u t it once. I t h i n k you should be very p r o u d . " "Proud? W h y ? " "Because you are there. You k n o w it's d a n g e r o u s , but you went all the way to the top. T h e r e you are — w a l k i n g around. You should be p r o u d of yourself!" M a c o n l a u g h e d nervously a n d held the telephone tightly. " N o w , I ' m g o i n g to go a n d get E d w a r d a n d take him to the M e o w - B o w . T h e n , w h e n you get back from your trip, we can talk a b o u t his training. T h i n g s can't just c o n t i n u e in this way, Macon." " N o , they can't. You're right, they can't," M a c o n said. "Goodbye then." "Well, wait!" he said. B u t she was g o n e . H e p u t the telephone d o w n a n d t u r n e d . H e saw some new people c o m i n g to the restaurant. A boy a n d a girl, not yet twenty, a n d dressed in their best clothes. Just in front of the restaurant they

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stopped a n d looked a r o u n d t h e m . T h e n they looked at each other. " C a n you believe t h i s ? " the boy said. T h e y stood there for a m o m e n t , l a u g h i n g . T h e n they w e n t into the restaurant. M a c o n followed t h e m . T h e waiter was just p u t t i n g his food in place w h e n he sat d o w n again in his chair.

Macon and Muriel "I'll be honest," Muriel said. "My baby was not exactly planned. I m e a n we w e r e n ' t m a r r i e d t h e n . T h a t ' s w h y we got married. But I told N o r m a n he d i d n ' t have to. N o t if he d i d n ' t w a n t to." She looked past M a c o n at E d w a r d , w h o lay on the floor. They h a d to p u s h h i m d o w n , b u t at least he was staying there. " N o w I ' m g o i n g to t u r n my back," she said. "You watch what he does." She w e n t into the living ro o m . " W h e n we first started living together, it was like a game. Then s u d d e n l y it b e c a m e real. A n d n o w I have this little boy — a great big seven-year-old son. It was real all the t i m e — we just didn't k n o w it. W h a t i s E d w a r d d o i n g ? " " W h a t ? O h , h e hasn't m o v e d , " M a c o n said. " G o o d . Soon he'll do that for t h r e e or four h o u r s . " " B u t w o n ' t he be u n h a p p y ? " "You said you w e r e n ' t g o i n g to talk like t h a t ! " "Right. Sorry," Macon said. " B u t it's all right really," Muriel said, a n d touched his arm. "I t h i n k m e n w i t h soft hearts are sweet."

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Macon m o v e d away from her, a n d almost fell over E d w a r d . It was nearly T h a n k s g i v i n g * a n d the Leary family w e r e planning the family dinner. H i s b r o t h e r s ' c h i l d r e n w e r e all g o i n g to be there. A n d Rose invited Julian. " W h a t ! " M a c o n said. He was worried. He d i d n ' t w a n t Rose to fall in love w i t h Julian. " T h e y are so different," he t h o u g h t . "She will never be h a p p y w i t h Julian." But h o w could he stop it? "My son's n a m e is Alexander," Muriel said. " D i d I tell you? He was never an easy baby. S o m e t h i n g w e n t w r o n g before he was born. He was very, very small a n d he nearly died. I can't have any more children. N o r m a n said, ' W h e n is it g o i n g to look like other children?' He always called h i m 'it'. N o r m a n d i d n ' t w a n t t o g o near h i m . But I spent lots of t i m e at the hospital." E d w a r d m a d e a noise. He was lying d o w n , but he looked unhappy. Muriel gave no sign. "Perhaps you should meet Alexander some time," she told Macon. " O h , I, ah . . ." M a c o n said. " H e needs m o r e m e n in his life." "Well, b u t . . . " " P e r h a p s we could go to a film together, or to have a pizza." "I d o n ' t t h i n k so," M a c o n said. H i s brothers' children arrived the evening before T h a n k s g i v i n g . T h e y b r o u g h t colour and noise with t h e m into the house. " O h , " said Rose, "aren't we going to have a good T h a n k s g i v i n g ! " Macon

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looked at his brothers and sister. T h e four adults seemed very pale a n d grey to h i m , almost unreal. Julian c a m e to dinner. Macon a n d his b r o t h e r s w e r e very polite in their o w n way. But later Rose shouted at t h e m . "You d o n ' t like h i m being here. You d o n ' t w a n t me to stop c o o k i n g for you. You w a n t me to look after this house for ever! You d o n ' t w a n t Julian to fall in love w i t h m e . " "It was the baby that destroyed o u r m a r r i a g e , " Muriel said. " W h e n you t h i n k about it, it's funny. First we got m a r r i e d because of the baby. T h e n we separated because of the baby. N o r m a n could not u n d e r s t a n d w h y I spent so m u c h time at the hospital. 'It doesn't k n o w you're there,' he said. 'So w h y g o ? ' But I w e n t every day a n d he was in hospital for m o n t h s , really m o n t h s . Finally I took a cleaning job in the hospital so I could be near h i m . " She a n d M a c o n w e r e w a l k i n g d o w n the road w i t h E d w a r d . T h e y w e r e h o p i n g to find s o m e o n e on a bicycle, so they could test h i m . Finally a girl c a m e past on a bicycle, a n d E d w a r d did n o t h i n g . H e d i d n ' t r u n after her. H e d i d n ' t even look! " O h , E d w a r d , that was beautiful!" M a c o n told h i m . M u r i e l said n o t h i n g . She did not seem to t h i n k it was special. "So finally they let h i m leave the hospital a n d come h o m e , " she said. " B u t he was so small, a n d he cried all the time. N o r m a n d i d n ' t help. I t h i n k he was jealous. T h e n his m o t h e r started telling h i m that the baby wasn't his. 'You d o n ' t believe her, N o r m a n , do y o u ? ' I said. But I could see he did. A n d he left m e . " " O h n o , " M a c o n said. H e felt shocked. "You k n o w , it's funny really," Muriel said. "All the time Alexander was in hospital, it was terrible. But now, when I look back, I almost miss it. People were so helpful. T h e y were really helpful." She looked up at M a c o n then. Macon felt a s u d d e n , strange

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feeling in his chest. He needed to show that he was her friend. So when she lifted her face, he kissed her cold, dry lips. "Well . . ." he said. She w e n t on looking at h i m . "Sorry," he said. T h e n they t u r n e d r o u n d a n d w a l k e d back h o m e w i t h E d w a r d . Rose was m a k i n g Julian some socks for C h r i s t m a s . " A l r e a d y ? " Macon asked. "It's only just T h a n k s g i v i n g . " "Yes, b u t these are very difficult. I w a n t to get t h e m right." Macon w a t c h e d her w o r k i n g . T h e socks w e r e grey, like the socks that the Leary b r o t h e r s often w o r e . "Are you sure he will like t h e m ? He usually wears red or blue." "Yes, I k n o w . " But she w e n t on m a k i n g her socks. "Look," Macon said. " W h a t I really w a n t to say is . . . He was married before, you k n o w . A n d he's y o u n g e r t h a n you." "Only t w o years." "Yes, but he has a y o u n g e r . . . well . . . way of living." " H e says he's tired of all that. He says he likes being at h o m e . He likes my cooking. He can't believe I ' m m a k i n g h i m some real h o m e m a d e socks." " O h , " M a c o n said. " D o n ' t try and destroy this, M a c o n . " Macon a n d Muriel were d r i v i n g in her car. It was big a n d very old. E d w a r d sat in the back seat, looking excited. "You d i d n ' t have to say you w e r e sorry the other day," Muriel said. "Say I was s o r r y ? " M a c o n said. But he u n d e r s t o o d w h a t she meant. A n d she k n e w t h a t h e u n d e r s t o o d . She did not explain.

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" O h , u m , I d o n ' t r e m e m b e r if I told you. I am separated from my wife — b u t we are n o t divorced yet. We have n o t h i n g on paper — in law — you k n o w . " "So?" " I ' m just, you k n o w , separated." "Well? S o ? " He w a n t e d to say: " M u r i e l , forgive m e . But after my son died, sex . . . t u r n e d . " (In the way that m i l k t u r n s — that was h o w he t h o u g h t of it. In the way that milk changes a n d becomes bad.) "I really d o n ' t t h i n k of it any m o r e . It seems so u n i m p o r t a n t . " But w h a t he said was: " I ' m w o r r i e d t h a t E d w a r d ' s getting bored." She looked at h i m for a m o m e n t longer, a n d then she opened the d o o r for E d w a r d . "Let's try h i m in this shop," she said. " O h , all right." T h e y left E d w a r d outside the shop a n d w e n t in together. Muriel b o u g h t some oranges. " W h a t are you d o i n g for d i n n e r on T h u r s d a y n i g h t ? " she asked. " F o r . . . ?" " C o m e a n d eat at my house." He closed his eyes in surprise. " C o m e on. We'll have fun." "Um

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"Just for dinner. You a n d me a n d Alexander. At six o'clock. N u m b e r sixteen, Singleton Street. D o you k n o w w h e r e that is?" " O h , well, I d o n ' t t h i n k I ' m free then," Macon said. " T h i n k a b o u t it," she told h i m . T h e y w a l k e d out o f the shop. E d w a r d was waiting. " G o o d d o g , " M u r i e l said. " N o w one m o r e test for h i m . " She

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was w a l k i n g back to her car. "We'll do it at the doctor's." " W h a t doctor's?" " D r Snell's. I've got to collect Alexander. I'll take you h o m e , then I have to take A l e x a n d e r back to school." T h e y drove to the doctor's. "I d o n ' t k n o w if A l e x a n d e r is ready," Muriel said. " B u t if he isn't, it will be good practice for E d w a r d . " T h e y m a d e E d w a r d sit a n d left h i m outside. "Is A l e x a n d e r ready y e t ? " Muriel asked the w o m a n at the desk. "Nearly, dear." Muriel took a m a g a z i n e and sat d o w n , b u t M a c o n stayed standing. He looked out of the w i n d o w to check on E d w a r d . " H o w old did you say A l e x a n d e r w a s ? " M a c o n asked. "He's seven." Seven. Seven was w h e n E t h a n learnt to ride a bicycle. Macon suddenly r e m e m b e r e d the first lesson. " G o on," he called. " T h a t ' s right, you've got the idea! You've got it n o w ! " a n d E t h a n rode away from h i m , strong a n d p r o u d , w i t h the sun in his hair. Macon sat d o w n next to Muriel. She looked at h i m a n d asked, "Well, did you t h i n k about c o m i n g to d i n n e r ? " " O h , " he said. "Well, p e r h a p s I can c o m e . If it's only for dinner." " W h a t do you t h i n k it's for?" she asked. She smiled at h i m . " H e r e he is." A small, w h i t e , ill-looking boy came into the r o o m . H i s eyes were very pale blue, and the skin r o u n d t h e m was very p i n k . He had large glasses w h i c h m a d e his eyes seem bigger. A n d he was wearing the k i n d of sensible shirt a n d trousers w h i c h only a m o t h e r can choose. " H o w was i t ? " Muriel asked h i m . "OK." "Alexander, this is Macon. I'm tra i n i n g his d o g . "

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" A l e x a n d e r , this is M a c o n . "

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Macon stood up and held out his h a n d . After a m o m e n t Alexander held out his h a n d too. H i s fingers felt like ice. He took his hand away again a n d told his m o t h e r , '"I have to come back here." "Fine." Muriel w e n t over to the desk, leaving Macon w i t h Alexander. "You're very y o u n g to be at the doctor's alone." Muriel t u r n e d a n d a n s w e r e d for h i m . " H e comes very often. He often gets ill." "I see," Macon said. Yes, he was just the k i n d of boy to get ill. " T h e r e are a lot of things which he can't eat — fish, m i l k , fruit, eggs and most vegetables." T h e y w a l k e d out of the doctor's. " A n d if he's out of the house for too long, his skin becomes very red a n d uncomfortable." Muriel called t o E d w a r d , w h o j u m p e d u p b a r k i n g . They got into the car. Macon sat in the back so A l e x a n d e r could go in the front — a long way away from E d w a r d . " D o g s also m a k e him ill," Muriel said. W h e n they came to the Leary house, Muriel said, "Well, let's see now. I ' m w o r k i n g at the M e o w - B o w tomorrow, so I w o n ' t see you until d i n n e r on T h u r s d a y . " Macon did not k n o w h o w to tell her. But he k n e w he could not go to dinner. He missed his wife. He missed his son. T h e y w e r e the only people w h o seemed real to h i m . He picked up the telephone, but w h a t could he say? "Muriel, last year my son died and I d o n ' t seem to . . . M u r i e l , I d o n ' t w a n t to hurt you, but really I have no . . . Muriel, I can't. I just can't." He held the telephone tightly, then he p u t it d o w n again. He asked Rose for some w r i t i n g paper. " D e a r Muriel, I am very sorry, but I can't have d i n n e r w i t h you. I have to do s o m e t h i n g on

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t h a t n i g h t . " He signed it, " I ' m sorry, M a c o n . " T h e n he looked for a m a p of the city and got into the car. He drove t h r o u g h the south part of the city. He felt that it was a strange a n d d a n g e r o u s part of the world. He t u r n e d into Singleton Street a n d found Muriel's house. L i k e its n e i g h b o u r s , it looked c h e a p a n d badly built. T h e street was very d a r k . He took the letter from his pocket a n d felt with his h a n d for her letterbox. "I'll shoot you," said Muriel from inside the house. "It's M a c o n , " he said. H i s h e a r t was j u m p i n g . "Macon?" T h e d o o r o p e n e d a n d h e saw M u r i e l i n the d a r k . " M a c o n , w h a t are you d o i n g h e r e ? " He gave her the letter. She took it a n d opened it. She used both h a n d s . ( H e saw no sign of a n y t h i n g to shoot with.) She read it a n d looked at h i m . He saw that he needed to explain. "Last year," he said, "I l o s t . . . I lost my . . . " She w e n t on looking into his face. "I lost my son," Macon said. " H e was . . . he was in a restaurant a n d s o m e b o d y . . . shot h i m . I can't go to d i n n e r w i t h people! I can't talk to their little boys! You have to stop a s k i n g m e . I d o n ' t m e a n to h u r t you, b u t I can't do it. Do you h e a r ? " She took one of his h a n d s very softly and pulled h i m into the house. She put her a r m s r o u n d h i m a n d held h i m close. "Every day I tell myself it's t i m e to start feeling better," he said into the space over her head. "People t h i n k it's t i m e for my life to m o v e on. But I ' m g e t t i n g worse. T h e first year was like a bad d r e a m . In the m o r n i n g I got to his b e d r o o m door before I r e m e m b e r e d . But this second year is real. I d o n ' t go to his door. I sometimes spend a day w i t h o u t t h i n k i n g about him. It's worse in a way. A n d S a r a h a n d I can't help each other. P e r h a p s this only

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showed that there really is a great distance b e t w e e n us. We only got m a r r i e d because o f the distance. A n d n o w e v e r y o n e seems unimportant to me." She led h i m up some stairs into a b e d r o o m w i t h a big, old bed and an o r a n g e c u p b o a r d . " N o , " he said, "wait. T h i s is not w h a t I w a n t . " "Just sleep," she told h i m . "Lie d o w n a n d sleep." T h a t seemed sensible. She took off his coat a n d p u t it on a chair. She took off his shoes and his shirt a n d trousers. He stood quietly while she did this. He fell into the bed in his underclothes and she covered h i m with a thin sheet. N e x t he heard her m o v i n g r o u n d the house, t u r n i n g off lights. She r e t u r n e d to the b e d r o o m a n d stood in front of the mirror. T h e n she t u r n e d off the light a n d got into bed. "I just w a n t to sleep," he told her. But he p u t out a h a n d to touch her. She p u t her m o u t h on his m o u t h a n d her a r m s a r o u n d h i m . In the night he heard a child cough a n d w o k e u p . But he was in a room with one tall w i n d o w a n d the child was not E t h a n . He t u r n e d over a n d found Muriel. In her sleep she lifted his h a n d a n d put it on her stomach. He felt the m a r k from her Caesarean.* " A b o u t your son," she seemed to say. "Just p u t your h a n d here. I'm h u r t too. W e ' r e all h u r t . You're not the only one."

* Caesarean: w h e n it is difficult for a w o m a n to give birth to a baby, doctors sometimes decide to cut open her body and take out the baby. T h i s is called a Caesarean.

Chapter 7 A New Kind of Life "I d o n ' t u n d e r s t a n d you," Rose told Macon. "Last night you said you w a n t e d supper. A n d t h e n you w e r e n ' t here to eat it. On three m o r n i n g s last week I w e n t to call you for breakfast and you weren't there. H o w can I plan a n y t h i n g ? " " I ' m sorry, Rose," M a c o n said. "You k n o w h o w it is . . . " " I ' m not a s k i n g a b o u t your private life, Macon." "I t h o u g h t you w e r e . " "I just need to k n o w h o w m u c h food to cook. T h a t ' s all." He b o u g h t a large pizza and drove to Muriel's house. W h e n he got there, the n e i g h b o u r s ' t w o d a u g h t e r s w e r e sitting on the front steps. " H e l l o t h e r e , M a c o n , " they called. " H o w are you, girls?" " A r e you g o i n g to see M u r i e l ? " "Yes, I a m . " He climbed the steps, h o l d i n g the pizza in front of him. The girls c o n t i n u e d to w a t c h h i m . He gave t h e m a big smile. They sometimes looked after Alexander, so he had to be nice to them. All the n e i g h b o u r s looked after A l e x a n d e r at some time, it seemed. A l e x a n d e r opened the door. " P i z z a m a n ! " Macon told him. " M a m a ' s on the telephone," A l e x a n d e r said coldly. He turned away a n d w e n t back to the television. "It's a very big pizza — w i t h o u t fish this t i m e . " "I can't eat pizza." " W h i c h part can't you e a t ? " "All of it," A l e x a n d e r said. M a c o n w e n t into the kitchen. Muriel was talking to her mother

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on the telephone. She s o u n d e d angry. But w h e n she saw M a c o n she smiled. "Ma," she said, " I ' m g o i n g now. Macon's h e r e ! " It was a long time since a n y o n e was so pleased to see h i m . He w e n t to Julian's office on a M o n d a y afternoon a n d gave h i m the pages on N e w York. "Well, t h a n k you," Julian said. A n d then he told M a c o n that he wanted to m a r r y his sister. He was g o i n g to ask her at C h r i s t m a s . "You w a n t to m a r r y Rose?" " W h a t ' s so strange about t h a t ? " "Well, I . . . " Macon said. "If she agrees, that is. Do you t h i n k she w i l l ? " "Well, I really d o n ' t k n o w , " Macon said. He was sure she wanted to m a r r y Julian. But he w a s n ' t g o i n g to tell h i m that. "I w a n t us to have a real w e d d i n g , " Julian said. "I w a n t to join a real family." Macon d i d n ' t k n o w w h a t to say. " O h , well . . . that's good," he said finally. "So . . . goodbye Julian." Macon was a very tidy m a n . He liked his life to be tidy too. He liked to k n o w exactly w h e n , w h e r e a n d h o w things were going to happen. T h e r e was no r o o m in his life for s o m e o n e like Muriel. So untidy, so crazy . . . F o r one thing, she was y o u n g a n d he found this q u i t e difficult. She m a d e h i m t h i n k a b o u t his o w n age. T h i s was n e w for h i m . Before, w h e n he was with Sarah, he did not worry at all. A n d then she talked so m u c h — almost all the time. Macon, on the other h a n d , was the k i n d of m a n w h o found silence better t h a n music. Muriel talked about clothes a n d hair a n d fashions, on a n d on until he felt bored. Well, not bored, exactly, b u t tired. Really tired. But she had a way of looking at h i m which m a d e his heart stop.

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He carried a r o u n d with h i m in his head different pictures of Muriel. He h a d a picture of Muriel at the kitchen table, doing a c o m p e t i t i o n to win a trip to H o l l y w o o d . Muriel telling her mirror, "I look terrible this m o r n i n g . " Muriel listening to the radio and singing her favourite songs. A n d then he k n e w w h a t he really liked a b o u t her. It was the way she lived her life. He did not love her, but he loved the surprise of her. A n d he loved the surprise of himself w h e n he was w i t h her. In this foreign country of Singleton Street he was a completely different person. T h i s person was not narrow, was not cold. In fact he was told he had a soft heart. He accepted the fact that he was living with her now. He paid m o n e y t o w a r d s the rent, and for their shopping. He kept his t o o t h b r u s h in her b a t h r o o m , a n d his clothes in her cupboard. T h e r e wasn't a special m o m e n t w h e n this h a p p e n e d . First there was the long C h r i s t m a s holiday w h e n A l e x a n d e r was at home alone. So Macon began to stay w i t h h i m in the d a y t i m e after he spent the n i g h t there. A n d w h y not b r i n g his typewriter and work at the kitchen table? A n d then w h y not stay for supper, and after that for bed? But p e r h a p s he really m o v e d in on the day w h e n he brought E d w a r d to stay. O n e day he r e t u r n e d from a business trip and went to Rose's house to check the animals. T h e cat was fine, Rose said. (She had to speak above E d w a r d ' s loud a n d happy noises.) But E d w a r d . . . " H e spends a lot of t i m e sitting near the door," she said. " H e keeps looking at the door a n d w a i t i n g for you to come back." T h a t decided it. H e took E d w a r d w i t h h i m w h e n h e returned to Singleton Street. " W h a t do you t h i n k ? " he asked Muriel. " C o u l d we k e e p h i m just a day or two? P e r h a p s Alexander will be all right." "I'll be all right," said Alexander. "Cats m a k e me ill, not dogs."

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Muriel looked w o r r i e d . But she said they could try. E d w a r d ran all over the house, p u t t i n g his nose in corners a n d u n d e r the furniture. T h e n he sat in front of Muriel a n d looked up at h e r happily. Macon t h o u g h t he was just like a schoolboy w i t h his favourite teacher. F o r the first few h o u r s they tried to k e e p h i m in a different part of the house. But he h a d to follow M a c o n e v e r y w h e r e . A n d he became

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television a n d E d w a r d slept next to h i m in the big armchair. Alexander p u t his a r m s r o u n d E d w a r d a n d his face next to the dog's. " D o n ' t do that," Macon told h i m . "You d o n ' t w a n t to get ill." But at b e d t i m e , after several h o u r s w i t h E d w a r d , A l e x a n d e r was perfectly well. N o w Macon took E d w a r d out for a w a l k every m o r n i n g . People on the street w e r e b e g i n n i n g to k n o w h i m , a n d he was beginning to feel easier here. Singleton Street was poor a n d ugly, but it did not feel d a n g e r o u s to h i m now. He saw that the "dangerous m e n " in front of the cafe w e r e really y o u n g boys. T h e y were badly dressed and looked cold in the w i n t e r weather. He saw how the w o m e n fought to k e e p the area clean. W h e n the m e n w e n t to w o r k , the w o m e n c a m e out of the houses. T h e y washed steps, cleaned w i n d o w s , a n d picked up papers a n d beer bottles off the street. T h e y shouted at children w h o should be in school. W h e n he got back to Muriel's house, he w o r k e d on his guidebook all m o r n i n g . T h e n at three o'clock A l e x a n d e r came h o m e from school. He used the key w h i c h he w o r e r o u n d his neck. "Macon," he called. "Is that you t h e r e ? " "Yes, it's m e . H o w was your d a y ? " "Oh, OK." But Macon had the feeling that school never w e n t very well for Alexander. He came back w i t h a tight, w o r r i e d face. But his clothes

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w e r e tidy — they w e r e always tidy. O h , those clothes! Didn't he ever play? M a c o n helped h i m with his h o m e w o r k . It was very simple w o r k , b u t A l e x a n d e r found it q u i t e difficult. Sometimes M a c o n spent a long t i m e w i t h h i m . S o m e t i m e s he didn't. It was easier t h a n w i t h E t h a n because A l e x a n d e r w a s n ' t his o w n child. H e could w a l k away w h e n h e w a n t e d . H e felt free. When

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excitement. "Isn't it cold? Isn't it w i n d y ? E d w a r d — sit down! G u e s s w h a t h a p p e n e d at w o r k today! W h o w a n t s apple cake for s u p p e r ? " Often, while they w e r e eating supper, neighbours came to see Muriel. "Muriel, I have to go to the dentist on Saturday. Can you take me in the c a r ? " "I promised to take the children to the ..." But w h e n the evening's television p r o g r a m m e s started, they all w e n t h o m e . Television was the most i m p o r t a n t t h i n g here, Macon discovered. People especially liked to w a t c h the g a m e shows. They all h o p e d to w i n s o m e t h i n g — money, a holiday, a chance to change their lives a little. O n e W e d n e s d a y m o r n i n g there was a very heavy snowstorm. W h e n M a c o n w o k e up e v e r y t h i n g was w h i t e . He could hear voices in the kitchen. He got up a n d w e n t d o w n s t a i r s . T h e kitchen seemed to be full of people. Muriel's sister Claire was there. After a fight with her parents, she was staying w i t h M u r i e l . Alexander was e a t i n g breakfast. Muriel was d r i n k i n g black coffee. A n d Muriel's friend, Bernice, stood n e a r the door. She was covered with snow. Claire was telling Bernice w h y she was there. "So Ma said to m e , 'Claire, w h o was that boy you were with last n i g h t ? ' a n d I said, 'Ma, that wasn't a boy. T h a t was my friend, Josie,' But she d i d n ' t believe me — so I left." T h e n they saw Macon. " H i , M a c o n , " Claire said. " D o you want some b r e a k f a s t ? "

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" N o , t h a n k you. Just a glass of milk." "Well, I'll have some breakfast," said Bernice. She sat d o w n at the table. "You and I will build a s n o w m a n , " she said to Alexander. Suddenly E d w a r d started b a r k i n g . T h e r e was s o m e o n e a t the door. Macon opened it a n d found his brother, C h a r l e s . " C h a r l e s ? " M a c o n said. " W h a t are you d o i n g h e r e ? " "There's a problem at your house," said Charles. "I can drive you there." H e paused a n d looked nervously a r o u n d the kitchen. T h e r e seemed to be a lot of people. " T h i s is Muriel's sister, Claire," Macon said. " A n d that's Alexander, a n d that's Bernice T i l g h m a n . My brother, C h a r l e s . " " W o u l d you like some breakfast? O r a n g e juice? Coffee?" Claire asked Charles. " N o , really, I

" But Claire was already m a k i n g h i m some

coffee. Charles told Macon about the p r o b l e m in his house. It was all because of the cold w i n t e r weather. S o m e of the w a t e r pipes w e r e broken a n d there was water everywhere. Macon left the w a r m kitchen a n d w e n t w i t h C h a r l e s to his house. T h e y talked about Rose's w e d d i n g . It was g o i n g to be in April. " W h e r e will they live?" Macon asked. "At Julian's, I guess." "I see," Macon said. But he found it difficult to t h i n k of Rose living away from the Leary h o m e a n d her family of brothers. "You seem very calm," said Charles. "Calm? W h a t about?" "Your house. T h e water." " O h , that," Macon said. Yes, w h y wasn't he m o r e w o r r i e d ? T h e y drove slowly t h r o u g h the d e e p s n o w a n d finally arrived at

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H e paused a n d looked nervously a r o u n d the kitchen.

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Macon's house. Inside it was terrible. W a t e r was r u n n i n g d o w n the walls like rain. Most of the furniture was destroyed. " O h , this is terrible!" said Charles. " W h a t are you g o i n g to d o ? " "Let's t u r n off the water," said Macon. A n d he w e n t to the kitchen a n d t u r n e d it off. T h e n he c a m e back to the living r o o m . "Let's go now," said Macon. " T h e r e ' s n o t h i n g we can do. Nobody lives here." " W h a t ? A r e you saying that you'll just leave this?" "Yes, w h y n o t ? " W h e n they w e r e sitting in the car again, Charles said, "I t h i n k it's time for a talk." "About what?" " A b o u t this Muriel person. W h a t d o you t h i n k y o u ' r e d o i n g ? " "Is that w h a t you call her? ' T h i s Muriel P e r s o n ' ? " "I can't just stand and w a t c h , M a c o n , " C h a r l e s said. "I have to say w h a t I t h i n k . H o w old are you — forty-two, three? A n d she is . . . but she's not your k i n d of w o m a n . " "You d o n ' t even k n o w h e r ! " "I k n o w her k i n d . " "I have to go h o m e now, Charles." Charles started the car. T h e n he said, "You're not yourself at the m o m e n t , M a c o n . Everybody says that." " A n d w h o is 'everybody'?" "Porter, Rose, m e . W e ' r e all w o r r i e d a b o u t you," C h a r l e s said. "Can w e g o n o w ? " "Yes, fine, but I had to tell you w h a t I t h o u g h t . " "Well, n o w I k n o w . " But Charles looked u n h a p p y . "Sex is not everything, you k n o w , Macon. D o n ' t destroy your life for her. She's not your k i n d . She lives in that terrible house! And she has that weak little boy w h o looks terribly ill

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"Just be quiet, C h a r l e s ! " M a c o n said. T h e y d r o v e in silence back to Muriel's house. " T h a n k you," said M a c o n , a n d he got o u t of the car. " M a c o n ? " said C h a r l e s . But M a c o n w e n t into the house a n d shut the door. Inside the k i t c h e n it was w a r m . Claire was cooking lunch now. Bernice was c u t t i n g A l e x a n d e r ' s hair. Muriel kissed Macon. " O h , your cheeks are cold!" she said. " C o m e in a n d get w a r m . L o o k at A l e x a n d e r ' s picture. H e ' s a real artist, d o n ' t you t h i n k ? " " P e r h a p s , " said M a c o n . T h e n he w e n t upstairs to c h a n g e his w e t trousers.

Alexander W h e n M a c o n r e t u r n e d from his trip to San Francisco, it was already s p r i n g in Baltimore. It was not w a r m yet b u t he drove with the car w i n d o w s open. On Singleton Street spring flowers were s h o w i n g in the squares of dirt in front of the houses. Suddenly there w e r e babies on the street, a n d old people sat outside. T h e y c a m e out of the d a r k r o o m s w h e r e they w a t c h e d television all winter. M a c o n stopped in front of Muriel's house. " H i t h e r e , M a c o n ! " said the n e i g h b o u r s ' d a u g h t e r s . Muriel was at w o r k , so he decided to take E d w a r d for a walk. O n his w a y h o m e h e saw A l e x a n d e r w i t h some other children. " W a i t ! " A l e x a n d e r was shouting. " W a i t for m e ! " But the children ran in front, l a u g h i n g . T h e y t u r n e d a n d looked at A l e x a n d e r and then l a u g h e d again. A l e x a n d e r started r u n n i n g a n d nearly fell over

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his o w n big shoes. Behind h i m came some m o r e children. T h e y too began l a u g h i n g at h i m . A l e x a n d e r t u r n e d a n d looked at t h e m . H i s face seemed smaller than usual. " G o ! " M a c o n told E d w a r d a n d d r o p p e d the leash. E d w a r d ran at top speed to Alexander, b a r k i n g loudly. T h e children ran away. E d w a r d stopped in front of Alexander, and A l e x a n d e r p u t his a r m s r o u n d the dog's neck. " A r e you all r i g h t ? " Macon called. "Yes," A l e x a n d e r said, a n d stood u p . " W h a t was h a p p e n i n g just t h e n ? " A l e x a n d e r said, " N o t h i n g . " But w h e n they started to walk back, he put his h a n d in Macon's. Macon held it a n d felt both pleased a n d sad at the same time. O h , his life was b e c o m i n g d a n g e r o u s again. N o w he had to start w o r r y i n g again about wars and the future of the w o r l d . A secret t h o u g h t from the past came back to him: " N o w I will never be completely happy." But he was never happy before E t h a n , of course. Julian came to the house to collect the San Francisco material. Macon spoke to h i m in the living r o o m , b u t Julian said, "Is it your friend that I can hear in the kitchen? Is that M u r i e l ? " "Yes." " A r e n ' t you going to i n t r o d u c e u s ? " "She's busy." "I'd really like to meet her." "Why?" "Macon," Julian said, " I ' m going to be part of your family soon. Of course I ' m interested in your friends." Macon said n o t h i n g . " A n d I w a n t to invite her to the w e d d i n g . " "You d o ? "

The Accidental Tourist "So can I talk to h e r ? " " O h , well. P e r h a p s you can." Macon led the way into the kitchen. T h e y looked up — Muriel, Claire a n d Bernice, all sitting at the table with a big notebook in front of t h e m . " H e l l o , ladies," said Julian. " T h i s is my, ah . .. boss, Julian." "I w a n t to invite you to the w e d d i n g , Muriel. Also your little boy, if — where's your little b o y ? " "He's out with the d o g , " Muriel said. "But he's not very good in churches." " T h i s is a g a r d e n w e d d i n g . " "Well, p e r h a p s , t h e n . I d o n ' t k n o w . " " W e ' r e d o i n g a competition," Claire told Julian. " W e have to w r i t e a song. You can win a trip for t w o people to Nashville. W e ' r e all w o r k i n g on it together." " W e ' r e g o i n g to call it ' H a p p i e r Days'," said Muriel. She sang it to h i m in her thin, high voice: " W h e n we kissed in the rain W h e n we shared every pain W h e n we both enjoyed h a p p i e r d a y s . . ." "Yes, very good," said Julian. "But I d o n ' t k n o w a b o u t 'shared every pain'." " W h a t ' s w r o n g with i t ? " "I m e a n , in h a p p i e r days did they really have p a i n ? " " H e ' s right," Bernice told Muriel. "Rain, brain, e n t e r t a i n , " Julian said slowly. " O h , stop it!" said Macon. "Before I m e t J a n e , " said Julian. " W h e n she d i d n ' t k n o w Wayne." " W a i t ! " Bernice shouted, w r i t i n g quickly. "I t h i n k I'm q u i t e good at this," said Julian.

Alexander "I'll open the door for you, Julian," said Macon. " W h e n we visited Spain," called Julian, following Macon across the living room. " D o n ' t forget the w e d d i n g . " "I'll telephone you w h e n I start the C a n a d a g u i d e , " said Macon. " C a n a d a ! A r e n ' t you c o m i n g to the w e d d i n g ? " "Well, that too, of course," said Macon, o p e n i n g the door. "Wait a m i n u t e , Macon. I w a n t to show you s o m e t h i n g . A n d he pulled a coloured m a p out of his pocket. It was a m a p of H a w a i i . T h a t was w h e r e he was t a k i n g Rose after the w e d d i n g . He pointed at a place on the m a p . " T h i s is our hotel," he told Macon. "I k n o w n o t h i n g about H a w a i i , " Macon said. " S o m e w h e r e here," Julian said. T h e n he took his finger off the m a p and looked at Macon. "I t h i n k she'll be very good for you," he said. "Sorry?" "This Muriel Person." " W h y does everybody call her

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"She's not so bad! I d o n ' t t h i n k your family u n d e r s t a n d h o w you're feeling." " N o , they don't. T h e y really don't," Macon said. He was surprised. W h y was it Julian w h o saw that? But Julian's final words were, " W h e n we danced in the rain . . . " Macon shut the door b e h i n d h i m . He decided to buy A l e x a n d e r some different clothes. " W o u l d you like some blue j e a n s ? " he asked. " W o u l d you like a cowboy shirt and a belt?" "Do you m e a n i t ? " "Will you wear that k i n d of t h i n g ? " "Oh, yes! Of course! I p r o m i s e ! " " T h e n let's go shopping."

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"Is M a m a c o m i n g ? " "We'll give her a surprise." M a c o n w a s n ' t sure w h a t M u r i e l was g o i n g t o t h i n k . T h e y d r o v e to a s h o p w h e r e M a c o n often w e n t w i t h E t h a n . It was just the same — full of jeans a n d cowboy shirts. M a c o n found t h a t it w a s n ' t even painful to c o m e back here, only a bit strange. E t h a n was dead b u t Macon was again h o l d i n g u p shirts a n d asking, " T h i s one? T h i s o n e ? " "I d o n ' t w a n t things to look new," said Alexander. "You choose," said Macon. A l e x a n d e r chose several shirts a n d a lot of jeans, because he did not k n o w his size. He w e n t into the c h a n g i n g r o o m to try t h e m on. M a c o n w a i t e d outside the c h a n g i n g - r o o m door. " H o w is i t ? " he asked. "OK." S o m e o n e said, " M a c o n ? " He t u r n e d a n d saw a w o m a n in a blue dress. " L a u r e l Cranfield. I ' m Scott's m o t h e r , r e m e m b e r ? " " O f course," M a c o n said, giving her his h a n d . A n d n o w he saw Scott. He was in E t h a n ' s class at school. He was very tall now. "Well, Scott, h o w nice to see you," M a c o n said. Scott became very red a n d said n o t h i n g . L a u r e l Cranfield said, "It's nice to see you. A r e you s h o p p i n g ? " " O h , well, a h . . . " He looked at the c h a n g i n g - r o o m door. " I ' m helping the son of a friend," he explained. " W e ' r e b u y i n g h u n d r e d s o f socks." "Yes, I can see." "It seems that every w e e k Scott needs n e w socks. You k n o w h o w boys are at this age .. ." She stopped herself a n d looked shocked.

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"Yes, of course!" Macon said. "It's really funny, isn't i t ? " He felt so bad for her that at first he was pleased to see a n o t h e r face b e h i n d her. T h e n he saw w h o it was. Sarah's m o t h e r ! L a u r e l Cranfield k n e w her too. "Well, Paula Sidley," she said. " H o w are y o u ? " " I ' m well, t h a n k you," said Sarah's m o t h e r . " H e l l o , M a c o n . " " H o w are y o u ? " M a c o n said. She was beautifully dressed. Macon r e m e m b e r e d that she always spent h o u r s on her hair a n d her face. He found it all very false. In the early days with Sarah he w o r r i e d a b o u t it. "Will Sarah g r o w to be like her m o t h e r ? " he asked himself then. " A r e you b u y i n g n e w clothes for the s p r i n g ? " "Oh,

Macon's

helping a

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said

Laurel

Cranfield

cheerfully. She looked t o w a r d s Alexander's door. "Isn't s h o p p i n g for boys so difficult?" "I d o n ' t k n o w , " said Paula Sidley. "I d o n ' t have any sons. I ' m here for the skirts." " O h , the skirts. Well, I saw they are offering a

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" W h a t friend are you h e l p i n g ? " Paula Sidley asked Macon. Macon d i d n ' t k n o w w h a t to tell her. He looked at the c h a n g i n g room. He w a n t e d A l e x a n d e r to stay in t h e r e for ever. H o w was he going to explain this thin, ill-looking child to Sarah's m o t h e r ? Poor Alexander, w h o could never c o m p a r e w i t h E t h a n . But, of course, A l e x a n d e r chose that m o m e n t to c o m e out. He w o r e jeans and a big, comfortable shirt. Macon saw that his face was fatter than before. A n d his hair, w h i c h M a c o n cut now, looked thick a n d healthy. H i s face shone w i t h happiness. "I look g r e a t ! " A l e x a n d e r said. Macon t u r n e d to the t w o w o m e n a n d said, "In fact, I find that shopping for boys is really enjoyable."

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"I look g r e a t ! "

Rose's Wedding In the night he heard rain falling. It was a peaceful sound. But w h e n h e w o k e u p , h e t h o u g h t , "Rain! O n Rose's w e d d i n g d a y ! " H e got u p a n d w e n t d o w n t o the kitchen. H e telephoned Rose. "Are you m o v i n g the w e d d i n g inside?" he asked her. " W e ' v e got too m a n y guests to have it in the house," she said. " W h y ? H o w m a n y are c o m i n g ? " "Everyone we k n o w . " " O h no, Rose!" " D o n ' t worry. T h e rain will stop." "But the grass is all wet." " W e a r your boots," she told h i m . Since m e e t i n g Julian she was quite different, M a c o n t h o u g h t . But she was right about the weather. By afternoon t h e r e was a w e a k , pale sun. Muriel decided to wear a short s u m m e r dress. She w a n t e d A l e x a n d e r to w e a r a suit, b u t he refused. Macon said, "Jeans a n d a good white shirt. T h a t ' s e n o u g h . " "Well, if you're sure." These days she listened

to him

about Alexander.

Now she let

the child w e a r jeans to school, a n d she w o r r i e d less a b o u t his food. T h e w e d d i n g was at three o'clock. At t w o thirty they got into Macon's car. "Rose w a n t s me to be with her for the m a r r i a g e p a r t of it," Macon told Muriel w h e n they were driving. "You d i d n ' t tell me that." "And Charles too." "It's a real w e d d i n g , then," Muriel said. " N o t just t w o people signing a piece of paper."

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" T h a t ' s w h a t Rose w a n t e d . " "If I ever m a r r y again, I w o n ' t do it like that," said Muriel. "I w o u l d prefer to go away a n d do it secretly, a n d not tell anyone." " T h i s is Rose's first t i m e , " M a c o n said. He stopped at a traffic light and looked at Muriel. She seemed very pretty in the n e w dress and with a pink colour in her cheeks. " T h a t ' s if I ever decide to m a r r y , " Muriel said. T h e y soon arrived at the Leary house. In the back garden everyone w a s w a i t i n g . H i s b r o t h e r s w e r e there, a n d his brothers' divorced wives a n d their children. "Is this u s u a l ? " M a c o n thought. A n d t h e n s u d d e n l y Sarah was there and he was talking to her a b o u t the weather. Or he was saying s o m e t h i n g , a b o u t . . . Really he was just l o o k i n g at her, at her hair a n d her r o u n d , sweet face. " H o w are you, M a c o n ? " she asked. " I ' m all right." " A r e you pleased a b o u t the w e d d i n g ? " "Well, if Rose is pleased, t h e n I a m . But I can't help feeling . . . well, Julian. You k n o w ? " "Yes, I k n o w . But p e r h a p s it will be very good for t h e m both. T h e r e ' s m o r e t o h i m t h a n you t h i n k . " W h e n she stood in this k i n d of sunlight, her eyes looked very clear. You could almost see the backs of t h e m . T h e y were like his o w n eyes; he k n e w t h e m so well. He said, " A n d h o w are you?" "I'm fine." "Well, good." "I k n o w you are living with someone," she told h i m . "Well, yes, I . . . in fact I a m . " She k n e w w h o it was too. She looked past h i m at Muriel and Alexander. H e said, " H o w about y o u ? " "Me?"

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"Are you living w i t h a n y o n e ? " " N o t really." Rose came over a n d touched their a r m s . " W e ' r e ready now," she said. T h e n he a n d Sarah followed her to a place u n d e r a tree w h e r e Julian was waiting. D u r i n g the w e d d i n g M a c o n stood next to Sarah. It felt right to be there. Muriel said, "I've never told you this, Macon. But before I m e t you I was going out with a n o t h e r m a n . " " O h , w h o was t h a t ? " " H e w a s a c u s t o m e r at the

Meow-Bow.

We

started

a

conversation about cats a n d t h e n we w e n t o u t together. He was in the m i d d l e of separating from his wife. She h u r t h i m terribly. He said he couldn't ever believe in a w o m a n again. But I c h a n g e d that. He relaxed — became a different m a n . He m o v e d in h e r e a n d we started talking about getting m a r r i e d . T h e he m e t s o m e o n e on a plane a n d ran away with her the next w e e k . " "I see," M a c o n said. "It felt very strange. P e r h a p s I m a d e h i m feel better, just so he could go away wit h a n o t h e r w o m a n ! " "Well," he said. "You're not like that, are you, M a c o n ? " "Who, me?" "You're not the k i n d of person w h o runs away w i t h o t h e r w o m e n ? W h o sees other w o m e n i n secret? A r e y o u ? " " O h , Muriel, of course not." "You're not p l a n n i n g to leave me a n d go back to your wife?" " W h a t are you t a l k i n g a b o u t ? " "Are you?" " D o n ' t be silly," he said. She put her head on one side a n d looked at h i m . H e r eyes w e r e

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intelligent, like the eyes of a small animal. Macon w e n t w i t h Muriel to buy some shoes. W h i l e they w e r e walking a r o u n d the shop, Muriel saw a large case. She picked it u p . "I think I'll get this," she said. "I t h o u g h t you w a n t e d shoes." " T h i s is for travel." "But you don't travel." "I k n o w w h e r e you're going next," she said. She c a m e closer to him, holding the case between t h e m . "I w a n t e d to ask if I could come with you." "To C a n a d a ? " "I m e a n the next place after that. F r a n c e . " Macon said n o t h i n g . "Julian said it's time for you to go to F r a n c e again." "You k n o w it's too expensive for you to come too." Muriel p u t the case back a n d they left the shop. Macon picked up E d w a r d ' s leash and told h i m to stand up. " A n d w h a t about your w o r k ? " h e asked. "I've stopped w o r k . " He looked at her. " S t o p p e d ? " "Well, I've left the M e o w - B o w . T h e other jobs are easy to

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"You've left the M e o w - B o w ? " "Yes." He couldn't explain the s u d d e n w e i g h t that fell on h i m . "It d i d n ' t pay me very m u c h , " Muriel said. " A n d you do buy most of the food n o w and help me with the rent. I d o n ' t need the money. A n d think of the time it will give m e ! T i m e I can spend with you and A l e x a n d e r ! A n d I w o n ' t be so tired any m o r e . You k n o w h o w tired I am in the evenings, M a c o n . " T h e y w a l k e d along in silence past the shops. E d w a r d looked

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w i t h interest at a cat w h i c h lay asleep in a w i n d o w . " M u r i e l , h o w could you leave your job like that? H o w could you just do it? You never told m e ! " " O h , M a c o n , it's not so i m p o r t a n t , " Muriel said. "I can always get a n o t h e r job. I can always look after myself." T h e y w e n t into a n o t h e r shop. O v e r the next few days she k e p t t a l k i n g about F r a n c e . She cut letters out of a m a g a z i n e a n d sent h i m a note with no signature: D o n ' t F o r G e t t O B U Y p l A N e T i c k e t for M u R i e l . T h e m a g a z i n e , w i t h little holes in it, lay on the kitchen table. She asked h i m to get her keys from her bag. W h e n he opened her bag, he found passport p h o t o g r a p h s of M u r i e l inside. Of course she w a n t e d h i m to see t h e m , b u t he said n o t h i n g . He just d r o p p e d the keys into her h a n d . "I d o n ' t t h i n k Alexander's getting a good education," he said to her o n e evening. " O h , he's O K . " "I took h i m to the shop to buy m i l k today. I asked h i m to tell me h o w m u c h m o n e y w e should get back. But h e d i d n ' t k n o w . H e d i d n ' t even k n o w h o w to find out." "Well, he's only y o u n g . " "I t h i n k he should go to a private school." " P r i v a t e schools cost money." "So? I'll pay." She stopped c o o k i n g a n d looked at h i m . " W h a t are you s a y i n g ? " she asked. "Pardon?" " W h a t are you saying, M a c o n ? A r e you saying you'll stay?" M a c o n c o u g h e d . H e said, " S t a y ? " "Alexander's got ten m o r e years of school in front of h i m . A r e you saying you'll be here for ten years?"

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"Ah . . . " "I can't just put h i m into a school a n d take h i m o u t again." He said n o t h i n g . "Just tell me s o m e t h i n g , " she said. " D o you see us g e t t i n g married some time? I m e a n w h e n you are really d i v o r c e d ? " H e said, " O h , well, m a r r i a g e , M u r i e l . . . " "You don't, do you? You don't k n o w w h a t you w a n t . O n e minute you like m e , a n d the next m i n u t e you d o n ' t . O n e m i n u t e you don't w a n t people to see you w i t h m e . A n d the next m i n u t e I ' m the best t h i n g that ever h a p p e n e d to you." He looked at her. He d i d n ' t k n o w that she read h i m so clearly. "You t h i n k t h a t you can just go along like this, day after day with no plans," she said. " P e r h a p s t o m o r r o w you'll be here, perhaps you w o n ' t . P e r h a p s you'll go back to Sarah. Oh yes! I saw the two of you at Rose's w e d d i n g . " Macon said, "All I ' m saying is

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"All I'm saying is this," Muriel said. " D o n ' t m a k e promises to my son if you can't k e e p t h e m . " "But I just w a n t h i m to learn to do s u m s ! " he said. She d i d n ' t a n s w e r a n d at supper she was too quiet. E v e n Alexander was quiet. In bed that night she asked, "You w o n ' t be like the others, will you? Will you promise not to leave m e ? " "Yes, yes," he said, half asleep. He was m o v i n g in a n d out of dreams. "I am i m p o r t a n t to you, a r e n ' t I ? " " O h , Muriel, be quiet and let me sleep!" he said. But later, w h e n she t u r n e d in her sleep and m o v e d away from him, his feet followed hers to the other side of the bed.

Coming Home Macon was sitting in a hotel r o o m in W i n n i p e g , Manitoba, w h e n the t e l e p h o n e r a n g . He picked it up a n d said, "Yes?" "Macon?" H i s h e a r t j u m p e d . H e said, " S a r a h ? " "Is this a bad t i m e to speak to y o u ? " " N o , n o . . . h o w did you k n o w w h e r e I w a s ? " "Well, Julian said you w e r e in T o r o n t o or W i n n i p e g . " "Is a n y t h i n g w r o n g ? " M a c o n asked. " N o , I just w a n t e d to ask if I can m o v e back into o u r house." "Um

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"Just for a short time," she said quickly. "I have to m o v e a n d I can't find a n e w flat." " B u t the h o u s e is in a terrible state," he told her. " T h e r e was a p r o b l e m w i t h the w a t e r in the winter." "Yes, I k n o w a b o u t that." "You d o ? " "Your b r o t h e r s told m e . " "My b r o t h e r s ? " "I w e n t to ask t h e m w h e r e you were. Rose told m e . " "You w e n t to Rose's t o o ? " " N o , Rose was at your brothers'. She's living there at the moment." "I see," he said. T h e n he said, "She's living where?" "Well, Charles's children came to stay and Rose w e n t to help." " A n d w h a t about Julian? Is he living alone n o w ? " "Yes, b u t Rose takes his meals to the flat," Sarah said. " H a v e you t h o u g h t a b o u t it, M a c o n ? "

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H i s heart j u m p e d again. " A b o u t w h a t ? " " A b o u t me using the house." " O h , well it's fine with m e . But w h a t about the d a m a g e ? " " O h , I'll look after that." "Fine." "By the way, the papers c a m e for o u r divorce." "Yes." "It was a bit of a shock. I t h i n k I just w a s n ' t p r e p a r e d for it." Macon felt that some k i n d of d a n g e r was c o m i n g . He said, " A h ! Yes! Of course. I can u n d e r s t a n d that. Well, goodbye, Sarah." H e p u t the telephone d o w n quickly. She telephoned again w h e n he was in E d m o n t o n . " T h e d a m a g e is not too bad," she said. " G o o d , " Macon said. "So how's the w e a t h e r ? " Sarah asked. " K i n d of grey." " H e r e it's sunny," Sarah said. " I ' m sorry you're not here to see it." Macon r e m e m b e r e d something. W h e n E t h a n was a baby he cried a lot. He wanted people to hold h i m very tightly. T h e doctor explained that n e w babies are afraid of flying into little pieces. At the time Macon didn't u n d e r s t a n d that. N o w he did. He saw himself falling into pieces. He saw his head flying away into the air over Canada. In Vancouver she said, "Well, I've m o v e d back into the house. We stay in the b e d r o o m , the cat a n d I." " W h i c h cat is t h a t ? " "Helen." " O h , yes." "I w e n t a n d collected her from Rose. I needed company. You

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d o n ' t k n o w h o w lonely I a m . " Yes he did k n o w . But he d i d n ' t say. He wasn't surprised when she said, " M a c o n , do you . . . W h a t ' s her n a m e ? T h e person you live with?" "Muriel," he said. " D o you plan to stay w i t h M u r i e l for e v e r ? " "I really d o n ' t k n o w , " he said. W h e n he arrived back in Baltimore, he drove to Singleton Street. He looked for a p a r k i n g space, but he d i d n ' t stop there. He d r o v e on to his old p a r t of t o w n . O u t s i d e the house he p a r k e d and sat for a while in silence, l o o k i n g at it. T h e r e w e r e lights shining softly inside. Sarah was there. It seemed that he was back home. After breakfast, while Sarah got dressed, M a c o n took E d w a r d for his w a l k . N e i g h b o u r s w e r e in their g a r d e n s . W h e n Macon w a l k e d past, they spoke to him. But they d i d n ' t feel comfortable w i t h h i m yet. It was only a few w e e k s since he c a m e back to live with Sarah in their house. M a c o n looked at E d w a r d w a l k i n g along happily next to h i m . He t h o u g h t a b o u t the changes in his life. In films a n d books it all seemed very easy. People m a d e important changes in their lives. T h e n they stopped w o r r y i n g about them and that was that. In real life things w e r e m o r e untidy. Macon, for e x a m p l e , h a d to collect all his things from Muriel's. Muriel w a t c h e d in silence while he packed. Well, it wasn't true that she said n o t h i n g . " M a c o n , " she said, "are you really d o i n g this? Can you really just use a person, a n d then m o v e o n ? " W h e n Sarah was dressed, they w e n t out to buy some new furniture for the living r o o m . "You k n o w w h a t I missed most? W h e n we w e r e separated, I m e a n ? " Sarah asked. " T h e little things. L i k e g o i n g to the shops on Saturday."

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H e took her h a n d . I t was r o u n d a n d comfortable. "Macon, I t h i n k that w h e n people get older, they just can't choose any m o r e . I ' m w i t h you. It's too late for me to c h a n g e . " In his head Macon h e a r d Muriel's question: " C a n you really just use a person and then m o v e o n ? " In the afternoon Sarah w e n t to her p a i n t i n g class. M a c o n tried to w o r k on his book, b u t it was difficult. It was s p r i n g a n d the insects w e r e busy in the flowers outside his w i n d o w . Insects! Macon r e m e m b e r e d A l e x a n d e r and his p r o b l e m s . A single bite was very d a n g e r o u s for h i m . He t h o u g h t a b o u t M u r i e l . "Will she r e m e m b e r ? " h e asked himself. H e picked u p the telephone. "Muriel?" " W h a t ? " she said flatly. "This is Macon." "Yes, I k n o w . " He paused. "It's spring, M u r i e l . " "So?" "Alexander — I m e a n , did you r e m e m b e r about his p r o b l e m s with insects?" "Of course I r e m e m b e r e d ! " she shouted. " W h a t do you t h i n k I am? S t u p i d ? " "Well, I wasn't sure, you see, that

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T h e n Julian said, " I ' m afraid Rose has left m e . " " O h , n o w you can't be sure of that." " A n d n o t even for a good reason ! O u r m a r r i a g e was going well. But she just can't leave that house a n d her b r o t h e r s ! " " W h y d o n ' t you give her a job, J u l i a n ? " said Macon. "Job?" "Yes, Rose likes to be busy. W h y d o n ' t you s h o w her your office? Your u n t i d y desk — that lazy secretary of yours! D o n ' t you t h i n k Rose can p u t it all into good o r d e r ? " "Yes, but

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"Call her. Tell her that you need her help. Say that your business is falling to pieces." Julian t h o u g h t a b o u t it. " P e r h a p s y o u ' r e right, M a c o n . " T h a t e v e n i n g M a c o n a n d Sarah w e n t out to supper. T h e n they w a l k e d h o m e t h r o u g h e m p t y streets, past the n e i g h b o u r s ' gardens. W h e n he was ready for bed, Sarah was already there with a glass of water. " H a v e s o m e , " she said, h o l d i n g out the glass. But he said n o , he was tired. In the m i d d l e of the n i g h t he w o k e up. The room was d a r k a n d Sarah lay sleeping quietly next to him. He t h o u g h t a b o u t his conversations w i t h Sarah a n d w i t h Muriel. P e r h a p s , after some t i m e , people stopped being able to help the people they lived with. He began to t h i n k about what was i m p o r t a n t . W h o are you w h e n you are with somebody? Perhaps this was m o r e i m p o r t a n t t h a n if you loved her.

Paris The plane to Paris was very big. Inside, the passengers w e r e busy getting ready for the journey. He took his seat next to a w i n d o w . Two F r e n c h people, a m a n a n d his wife, sat next to h i m . Macon watched the other passengers arriving. A Japanese m a n c a r r y i n g several cameras, a y o u n g girl with long hair, a m a n in a d a r k business suit, a w o m a n with a red bag, d a r k hair a n d a t h i n , white face. Muriel. At first he felt a s u d d e n w a r m feeling — the feeling that you get when you see someone you k n o w in a c r o w d of strangers. A n d then: " O h , n o ! " he t h o u g h t . She w a l k e d t o w a r d s h i m slowly, watching her feet. A n d t h e n , w h e n she was next to h i m , she lifted her eyes. She k n e w all the time that he was there. "I'm going to F r a n c e , " she told h i m . "But you can't!" he said. T h e F r e n c h people looked at him strangely. T h e wife m o v e d in her seat to see better. M o r e passengers arrived behind Muriel. T h e y tried to pass her. " I ' m going to walk along the Seine," M u r i e l said. T h e n she w a l k e d on. W h e n everyone was sitting, Macon looked b e h i n d h i m . But he couldn't see Muriel. "Sarah will learn about this!" he t h o u g h t . Later in the n i g h t he w e n t to the toilet a n d there was Muriel. "Muriel, w h a t

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"You d o n ' t o w n this p l a n e ! " she told h i m . H e a d s t u r n e d . " A n d you d o n ' t o w n Paris," she said, "I don't u n d e r s t a n d this. H o w did you k n o w w h i c h plane I was catching?"

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"Oh, no!" he thought.

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"I called Julian's office." " A n d h o w did you get the m o n e y for the flight?" " O h , Bernice lent me some a n d so did my sister, a n d . . ." A m a n stepped out of the toilet a n d M a c o n w e n t in. He d i d n ' t know w h a t t o d o . W h e n h e came out Muriel, wasn't there. T h e y arrived in Paris, a n d Macon was the first person to leave the plane. He ran t h r o u g h the airport a n d j u m p e d into a taxi. W h e n he was e n t e r i n g his hotel, t h o u g h , he suddenly r e m e m b e r e d . Julian's office k n e w exactly w h e r e he was staying. T h e n he t h o u g h t about Muriel alone in Paris. D i d she k n o w w h a t to do? D i d she remember to c h a n g e her m o n e y at the airport? She was alone in Paris, w i t h o u t a w o r d of the F r e n c h l a n g u a g e . . . W h e n she came to his door, he felt almost pleased. "Your r o o m is bigger t h a n m i n e , " she said. She w a l k e d past h i m to the w i n d o w . "I have a better view, t h o u g h . Just t h i n k , w e ' r e really in P a r i s ! " " H o w did you get h e r e ? " "By bus, of course. I b r o u g h t your g u i d e b o o k . Do you w a n t to have breakfast at C h e z Billy? T h a t ' s w h a t your book suggests." " N o , I don't. I can't," he said. "Please leave, M u r i e l . " "Oh, O K , " she said. She left. He decided to call Sarah. At h o m e it was early m o r n i n g . "Hello," Sarah said. "Sarah, it's M a c o n . " "Macon, w h e r e are y o u ? " she asked. " W h a t ' s the m a t t e r ? " " N o t h i n g . I just w a n t e d to talk to you. H o w ' s the w e a t h e r ? " "I don't k n o w . I ' m in bed." "Well, I'll call again." "Yes, that'll be nice. Macon, are you all r i g h t ? " "Yes, of course. I'll call again."

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H e spent the m o r n i n g visiting restaurants, eating breakfasts. He d i d n ' t go n e a r C h e z Billy. In the afternoon he walked the streets of Paris. In the evening he r e t u r n e d to his hotel, very tired, a n d fell o n t o his bed. T w o m i n u t e s later Muriel c a m e to his door. H e r a r m s w e r e full of clothes. " L o o k , " she said, p u s h i n g past him. "See w h a t I b o u g h t . " She p u t the clothes on the bed. She held them u p , one by one. A shiny, black skirt. A pair of green trousers. A red e v e n i n g dress with small pieces of glass, like little m i r r o r s , all over it. " A r e you c r a z y ? " M a c o n asked. " W h a t did all that cost?" " A l m o s t n o t h i n g , " she said. "I found a m a r k e t for old clothes. A F r e n c h girl told me a b o u t it at the place w h e r e I had breakfast. I told her that I liked her hat. So we started talking. I took a bus to get there. Your book is very helpful about buses, Macon." " B u t h o w will you get all that on the plane to go h o m e ? " " O h , I d o n ' t k n o w . I'll find a way. N o w , let's go and eat." " N o , I can't," M a c o n said. " O h , what's w r o n g with eating supper with m e , Macon? I'm s o m e o n e you k n o w from h o m e ! You've m e t me in Paris! C a n ' t we have a meal t o g e t h e r ? " T h e y w e n t to the B u r g e r K i n g on the C h a m p s Elysées. Macon w a n t e d to check the place for his book. Muriel sat next to him and he felt, suddenly, that she really was there. " W h o ' s looking after A l e x a n d e r ? " he asked her. " O h , different people." " W h a t different people? I hope you haven't just left him, Muriel. You k n o w h o w difficult it is for a child his age

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Macon saw Singleton Street in front of his eyes, w i t h all its colour a n d noise a n d m o v e m e n t . After supper Muriel suggested a walk. But Macon was tired, so they r e t u r n e d to the hotel. " C a n I come to your r o o m ? " asked Muriel. "My television doesn't w o r k . " " N o , we have to say good night," he told her. " C a n ' t I c o m e in just to k e e p you c o m p a n y ? " "Muriel," he said, "don't you u n d e r s t a n d my position? I'm married. I m a r r i e d her years a n d years ago. L o n g e r ago t h a n your lifetime. I can't change now. D o n ' t you see?" She just stood there with her eyes on his face. She looked y o u n g and sad. " G o o d night," he said. He w e n t to bed b u t he couldn't sleep. T h e next day he visited hotels — big ones, small ones, cheap ones, expensive ones. In the late afternoon he was g o i n g back to the hotel w h e n he saw Muriel in front of h i m w i t h her a r m s full of packages. " M u r i e l ! " he called. She t u r n e d a n d he ran to meet her. " O h , Macon, I've h a d the nicest day!" she said. "I m e t some people from Dijon a n d we h a d lunch together a n d they told me a b o u t . . . H e r e , can you carry these? I t h i n k I b o u g h t too m u c h . " He carried several of her packages up to her r o o m . " W h e r e are you going t o m o r r o w , M a c o n ? " " O u t of Paris. T o m o r r o w I start on the other cities." "You're leaving me here a l o n e ? " " T h i s is w o r k , Muriel, not fun." " T a k e m e w i t h you." "I can't." "So, w h e r e are we h a v i n g d i n n e r t o n i g h t ? " "Well, I d o n ' t k n o w . I t h i n k it's t i m e to try s o m e w h e r e expensive."

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"Oh, good!" He w a t c h e d her do her hair a n d t h e n they w e n t out. At t h e e n d of the e v e n i n g she asked h i m to c o m e to her room. Just for the company. " N o , " he said. "Good night, Muriel." While he was falling asleep, he t h o u g h t about t a k i n g her with him t o m o r r o w . It was only a day trip. In the m o r n i n g he got out of bed a n d p u t out his h a n d for the telephone. He felt a s u d d e n pain in his back. Oh n o ! T h i s was not the first time. Last t i m e he had a p r o b l e m w i t h his back, he had to stay in bed for t w o weeks. He m o v e d very slowly — perhaps it was all right. But n o , the pain r e t u r n e d . He lay d o w n a n d thought about the situation. He fell asleep again. He w o k e to hear someone outside his door. At first he t h o u g h t it was breakfast and then he heard Muriel. "Macon? A r e you in t h e r e ? " He k n e w what she w a n t e d . She was h o p i n g he was in his r o o m . She was going to ask if she could go w i t h h i m . He felt n o w that his back pain was a piece of luck. Last n i g h t he was very near to falling again. "Falling" — that was h o w he t h o u g h t of it. He w e n t back to sleep. L a t e r in the day a waitress b r o u g h t h i m some food a n d helped h i m with the telephone. He r a n g Julian's office. A voice answered. "Um .. . this is M a c o n Leary. W h o . . . ?" "Oh, Macon." "Rose?" "Yes, it's m e . " " W h a t are you d o i n g t h e r e ? " "I w o r k here now." " O h , I see." " I ' m p u t t i n g things in order. T h i s office is in a terrible state!" "Rose, I've got the old p r o b l e m w i t h my back." " O h , n o . A r e you in P a r i s ? "

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"Yes, but I need to c h a n g e my plans." " D o n ' t worry. I'll look after everything. Rest, Macon." All that afternoon he lay in bed a n d in the evening the waitress b r o u g h t h i m some food. Later he h e a r d Muriel again outside his door. "Macon? M a c o n ? " He did not reply. W h e n he was h a v i n g breakfast the next m o r n i n g , Sarah arrived. She was w e a r i n g a business suit. " N o w everything's all right," she said. " I ' m g o i n g to m a k e your day trips for you." " H o w did you get here so q u i c k l y ? " " O h , it's Rose. She's completely c h a n g e d that office." She kissed h i m a n d got a glass from the b a t h r o o m . " H e r e , take this. It's m e d i c i n e from D r Levitt." "You k n o w I d o n ' t t a k e medicine." " T h i s time you will. A n d you have to sleep a lot." H e took the m e d i c i n e . "Is the pain b a d ? " she asked h i m . " Q u i t e bad." He slept all t h r o u g h the m o r n i n g . T h e n Sarah was back again. She gave h i m some m o r e medicine. " M a c o n , " she said quietly. "Hmm." "I saw that w o m a n friend of yours." T h e pain shot t h r o u g h his back. "She saw me too. She seemed very surprised." " S a r a h , this is not the way it looks." " W h a t is it t h e n , M a c o n ? I'd like to hear." He told her. She kept looking at h i m . "You d i d n ' t k n o w until just before the plane left?" she said. " T h a t ' s right. You d o believe m e , d o n ' t y o u ? " "Yes, I believe you. I t h i n k we should change your ticket. W h e n I finish your trips, we should stay here. We should have a holiday. Just the t w o of us."

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"That's a nice idea." "Did I tell you w h e r e Julian is living n o w ? " "No, where?" "He's m o v e d in w i t h Rose a n d your b r o t h e r s . " "He's d o n e what?" "I took E d w a r d over to Rose's. He's staying there while I ' m here. A n d there was Julian." "Well," Macon said. T h e n she asked, "Tell m e , Macon. W a s it because of the little boy?" "What?" "Did you like her at first because she had a c h i l d ? " "Sarah, I had no idea that she was g o i n g to follow me here." "Yes, I k n o w that. But I was t h i n k i n g about the child question." " W h a t child q u e s t i o n ? " " D o n ' t you r e m e m b e r ? You said we should have a n o t h e r baby." "Oh well, that was j u s t . . . I d o n ' t k n o w w h a t that was," he said. "I was t h i n k i n g p e r h a p s you w e r e right," Sarah said. " W h a t ? N o , Sarah. T h a t was a terrible idea." "Oh I k n o w , it's frightening." "Exactly," Macon said. " W e ' r e too old," " N o , I ' m t a l k i n g a b o u t the w o r l d we live in. T h e r e ' s so m u c h clanger in it. It is difficult to b r i n g up a child in this w o r l d . " In his head, Macon saw Singleton Street. He felt that he was watching it from a great distance. It was full of people, w a s h i n g their w i n d o w s , cleaning their cars, playing in the streets. "Oh well, you're right," he said. "But most people do try. T h a t ' s really good, isn't i t ? " "Are you saying yes, we can have a b a b y ? " "Well, no. It seems to me we are past the time for that, Sarah." "So, the little boy wasn't the r e a s o n ? "

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" L o o k , it's finished. C a n ' t we forget i t ? " " B u t I d o n ' t have somebody following me to P a r i s ! " she said. She gave h i m m o r e m e d i c i n e that night b u t he d i d n ' t take it. He lay w i t h his eyes closed while Sarah got ready for bed. T h e n he lay a w a k e t h i n k i n g . E v e r y t h i n g that h a p p e n e d to h i m in his life simply h a p p e n e d to h i m . He never took action himself. His m a r r i a g e , his jobs, his t i m e w i t h Muriel, his r e t u r n to Sarah — it all just h a p p e n e d . W a s it too late to begin again n o w ? W a s there any way he could learn to do things differently? In the m o r n i n g he got up painfully a n d w e n t to the bathroom. H e w a s h e d a n d dressed a n d packed his bag. Sarah said, " M a c o n ? " " S a r a h , I ' m pleased you're a w a k e . " " W h a t are you d o i n g ? " " I ' m p a c k i n g to leave." She sat u p . "But w h a t about your b a c k ? " she asked. " A n d our holiday?" "Sarah," he said. He sat on the bed a n d picked up her h a n d . She w a t c h e d his face. "You're going back to that w o m a n , " she said. "Yes, I a m . " "Why, Macon?" "I just decided, Sarah. I t h o u g h t about it most of last night. It wasn't easy. It's not the easy way out, believe m e . " She sat, l o o k i n g at h i m . "Well, I d o n ' t w a n t to miss the plane," he said. "It's the m e d i c i n e , " she said. "You said it m a d e you feel strange."

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"I d i d n ' t take the medicine." T h e r e was a silence. " D o you k n o w w h a t your life is going to be l i k e ? " she said. She climbed out of bed. "You a n d Muriel — you'll be one of those strange pairs that nobody w a n t s to invite to a party. People w o n ' t understand. E v e r y w h e r e they'll ask, ' W h y is he w i t h h e r ? ' A n d her friends will ask the same about her and you." " T h a t ' s probably t r u e , " M a c o n said. But h e k n e w n o w h o w people like he a n d Muriel c a m e together. He k n e w there w e r e reasons that the rest of the w o r l d could never u n d e r s t a n d . " I ' m sorry, Sarah. I d i d n ' t w a n t to decide this." He put his a r m r o u n d her a n d she p u t her head on his shoulder. He t h o u g h t that even this was probably just a n o t h e r stage in their marriage. O u t in the street he w a l k e d quite a long way before he finally found a taxi. He told the driver to go to the airport. T h e taxi t u r n e d r o u n d and drove back past Macon's hotel. W h e n they passed the hotel, there was Muriel. She stood w i t h bags a n d cases all r o u n d her. She was trying to stop a taxi. First the one in front, a n d t h e n Macon's o w n taxi. " S t o p ! " M a c o n cried to the driver. T h e taxi stopped and suddenly the m o r n i n g sun hit the w i n d o w . L i g h t filled the inside of the car.

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bark (n/v) the l o u d , s h a r p s o u n d of a d o g Camp (n) a place w h e r e people live in tents for a short time, often for a holiday distance (n) the a m o u n t of space b e t w e e n t w o places divorce (n) the e n d i n g of a m a r r i a g e , by law elephant (n) a very large animal with a very long nose w h i c h it can pick things up w i t h . Elephants c o m e from Africa a n d India. happen (v) to t a k e place hi a w o r d for hello jeans (n pl) trousers m a d e of strong cotton cloth. Jeans are usually blue. leash (n) a piece of leather (or other material) w h i c h is tied to a dog's neck. W h e n you are h o l d i n g the o t h e r end of a leash, the d o g cannot run away. ma, mama (n) w o r d s used by children w h e n they speak to their m o t h e r pizza (n) a r o u n d , flat piece of bread which is covered with cheese and other food. Pizzas c o m e from Italy. point (v) to hold your finger o u t t o w a r d s s o m e o n e or s o m e t h i n g publisher (n) a person w h o w o r k s with books. Publishers p r e p a r e books and offer t h e m for sale. ring (v) to m a k e the s o u n d of a bell sensible (adj) s h o w i n g good j u d g m e n t . S o m e t i m e s a sensible person leads an u n e x c i t i n g life. Separate (v) to decide to stop living together. H u s b a n d s a n d wives usually separate before they divorce. share (v) to o w n , use or do s o m e t h i n g w i t h o t h e r people shock (n) a feeling of great surprise, usually because of s o m e t h i n g bad train (v) to teach an a n i m a l to follow instructions vet (n) a d o c t o r for a n i m a l s . A vet's is the place w h e r e a vet w o r k s .

Chapters 1 - 3 Before you read 1

W h e n t h e story b e g i n s , M a c o n ' s wife h a s left h i m . H o w d o e s h e feel, d o you t h i n k ?

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B e c a u s e o f his w o r k M a c o n h a s t o t r a v e l a w a y f r o m h o m e . B u t h e also h a s a d o g . W h a t p r o b l e m s d o y o u t h i n k h e will h a v e ?

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N a m e these people. W h a t do we k n o w about t h e m ? 1

the dog trainer

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M a c o n ' s son

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M a c o n ' s wife

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M a c o n ' s sister

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Macon's publisher

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Macon's dog

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4 D e s c r i b e M u r i e l . W h a t k i n d o f p e r s o n i s she? H o w i s she d i f f e r e n t f r o m Macon? 5

D i s c u s s M a c o n ' s idea a b o u t t r a v e l : "It's n o t very i n t e r e s t i n g really. T i c k e t s , a i r p o r t s , s t a t i o n s . . ." Do y o u a g r e e ?

Chapters 4 - 6 Before you read 6

M a c o n ' s wife, S a r a h , w a n t s t o m e e t h i m i n a r e s t a u r a n t . M a c o n a g r e e s . W h a t will they talk a b o u t ?

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Muriel has stopped t r a i n i n g E d w a r d . W h a t will E d w a r d do?

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A r e t h e s e s e n t e n c e s t r u e or false? 1

M a c o n w a n t s t o live w i t h his wife a g a i n .

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Sarah wants to r e t u r n to Macon.

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M a c o n ' s b r o t h e r s a n d sister l i k e l o o k i n g after E d w a r d .

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M u r i e l i s l o o k i n g after h e r son a l o n e .

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M a c o n tells M u r i e l h o w h e feels a b o u t his son's d e a t h .

W h o a r e t h e s p e a k e r s a n d w h o a r e t h e y t a l k i n g to? 1

" Y o u d o n ' t let t h i n g s t o u c h y o u . "

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"You're very y o u n g to be at the doctor's alone."

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"I c a n ' t go to d i n n e r w i t h p e o p l e . I c a n ' t t a l k to t h e i r little b o y s ! "

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W o r k i n p a i r s . A c t o u t t h e t e l e p h o n e c o n v e r s a t i o n b e t w e e n M a c o n , i n the restaurant in N e w York, and Muriel. Student A: Y o u a r e M a c o n . E x p l a i n C h a r l e s ' s p r o b l e m a n d tell M u r i e l a b o u t y o u r fear. Student B: Y o u a r e M u r i e l . A n s w e r t h e t e l e p h o n e . T r y to h e l p M a c o n .

Chapters 7 - 9 Before you read 11

M a c o n s t a r t s to live w i t h M u r i e l . H o w will his family feel a b o u t this?

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New Kind of Life

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H o w d o e s M a c o n ' s life c h a n g e ?

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H o w is A l e x a n d e r ' s life d i f f e r e n t n o w ?

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Is A l e x a n d e r h a p p y at school?

4 W h y does M a c o n buy h i m n e w clothes?

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Rose's

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Wedding

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Is M a c o n pleased t h a t R o s e is m a r r y i n g J u l i a n ?

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H o w d o e s M a c o n feel w h e n h e m e e t s S a r a h a t t h e w e d d i n g ?

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" ' I look g r e a t ! ' "

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" S h e s e e m e d very p r e t t y i n t h e n e w d r e s s a n d w i t h a p i n k c o l o u r i n h e r cheeks."

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" H e w a s just l o o k i n g a t her, a t h e r h a i r a n d h e r r o u n d , s w e e t face."

4 " H e r eyes w e r e i n t e l l i g e n t , l i k e t h e eyes o f a s m a l l a n i m a l . "

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1 4 I m a g i n e t h a t y o u a r e A l e x a n d e r . D e s c r i b e y o u r visit t o t h e c l o t h e s s h o p .

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J u l i a n says to M a c o n : " S h e ' s n o t s o b a d ! I d o n ' t t h i n k y o u r f a m i l y k n o w s h o w y o u ' r e f e e l i n g . " H o w i s M a c o n feeling?

Chapters 1 0 - 1 1 Before you read 16

S a r a h m o v e s b a c k i n t o t h e old h o u s e . S h e w a n t s t o live w i t h M a c o n a g a i n . W h a t will h e d o ?

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M a c o n h a s t o g o t o P a r i s t o w o r k o n his g u i d e b o o k . W h a t will h e d o there?

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W h y does: 1

Rose leave Julian?

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R o s e a g r e e to w o r k for J u l i a n ?

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M a c o n r e t u r n to S a r a h ?

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M u r i e l fly to P a r i s ?

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S a r a h fly to P a r i s ?

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M a c o n leave S a r a h in P a r i s ?

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W h o a r e t h e s p e a k e r s a n d w h o a r e t h e y t a l k i n g to? W o r k i n pairs. Discuss w h a t they m e a n . 1

" I t h i n k t h a t w h e n p e o p l e g e t o l d e r , t h e y just c a n ' t c h o o s e a n y m o r e . I'm with you."

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" D o n ' t you u n d e r s t a n d my position? I'm married."

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"It w a s n ' t easy. It's n o t t h e easy w a y o u t , believe m e . "

4 " D o y o u k n o w w h a t y o u r life i s g o i n g t o b e l i k e ? "

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S a r a h says t o M a c o n : " Y o u ' r e just a n a c c i d e n t a l t o u r i s t t o o ! " W h a t does she m e a n ? Do you agree?

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I m a g i n e t h a t y o u a r e E d w a r d . W r i t e t h e story o f h o w M a c o n f i r s t meets Muriel.

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" W h o a r e y o u w h e n y o u a r e w i t h s o m e b o d y ? P e r h a p s this w a s m o r e i m p o r t a n t t h a n i f y o u loved her." D o y o u a g r e e ?

4 I m a g i n e t h a t y o u a r e M u r i e l . W r i t e a letter f r o m P a r i s t o y o u r sister.

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D i d M a c o n m a k e t h e r i g h t decision a t t h e e n d o f t h e story? G i v e t h e r e a s o n s for y o u r a n s w e r .

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Y o u r o w n t o w n is g o i n g t o b e in a n

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