The Garneau Block Part 16

"Your name is Helen?"

"Yes, Helen."

Raymond pulled the beige handkerchief out of his pocket and pa.s.sed it to Helen so she would stop sniffing. Nearly falling off the bridge had sped up his hangover by several hours, and the seeming omnipresence of Helen's snot was making him feel queasy. "This is for you."

They reached the top of the small hill on the south side of the bridge and stopped at the red light. Helen waved the handkerchief. "What's it for?"

"To blow your nose."

"I'll get it all gross."

"You can have the handkerchief. It's my gift to you. Just please blow your nose, Helen."

The green walk symbol appeared and they started toward Garneau. Candlelight shone up on the faces of attractive couples and parties of four inside the High Level Diner, eating salmon and tiny steamed gourds. A gust of wind came up out of the valley and dislodged several leaves from a nearby aspen tree. Helen stopped in the wind and blew her nose for a while. As she did, Raymond leaned against a bicycle rack and hoped that somewhere, perhaps Egypt, a genius was inventing that time machine he wanted.

"I should tell you, Helen, what you did tonight was temporary."

Finished with the handkerchief, Helen stuffed it into the pocket of her ski jacket. "What d'ya mean?"

"I mean I don't have a choice in the matter. When a man only has the past, when his future is a most certain disaster, he has to be honest with himself. Ask the bus driver to stop and get off."

"Dr. Terletsky, I don't even have my grade twelve, but I think I'm way smarter than you."

"All recent evidence suggests you're right about that."

Raymond led Helen through the parking lot across the street from the diner and into the Garneau Block. They pa.s.sed through the tall mountain ash trees and shrubbery that hid the alley from the block, and Helen stopped. She turned to Raymond and back to the five houses in the crescent. "Hey. This is the place where that guy got shot." Helen pointed at 10 Garneau. "That's the house. It was on the TV. He held his wife and daughter hostage for a while, right?"

Raymond nodded.

"I remember watching and thinking, geez, what a sc.u.mbag. Then when they shot him...what was his name?"

"Benjamin Perlitz."

"Then when they shot him I figured, hey, come on. Did you really have to kill the guy?"

A silence ensued.

"Benjamin Perlitz. Why do people do stuff like that?"

Raymond thought for a moment and said, "Because they have nothing left. Their hearts are broken. I guess Benjamin Perlitz didn't have the guts to jump off the High Level Bridge either."

"That's not guts, Dr. Terletsky."

Since he was on the verge of sleeping on his feet, and since the muscles in the front of his neck hurt when he talked, Raymond conceded the point. He stepped toward his home across the street from 10 Garneau and said, "This one's mine."

Helen followed him, and moved in close as they pa.s.sed in front of the Perlitz house. "You can feel the blood in the air, can't you?"

"Well, actually..." Raymond started, but he was interrupted by the sound of his front door opening. Shirley Wong stood on the front porch, with a velour housecoat wrapped around the dress she had worn to the Let's Fix It meeting. Raymond waved at her. "Hi, honey."

"A new friend already? That didn't take long."

Helen smiled. "You must be Shirley. When we were still on the bridge he told me about you. I'm Helen Radowitz and I saved his life."

"You aren't sleeping here, Raymond."

"It's my house."

"You aren't sleeping here."

"The couch?"

Helen took a couple of steps away from Raymond. "Now I get it," she said.

"You don't get anything, Helen." He turned back to Shirley. "Technically, I didn't cheat on you."

By the time Raymond had finished the word cheat, Shirley had already slammed the door.

"That's why you were gonna jump."

"Yes." Raymond began considering the cheapest hotels in Old Strathcona when another door opened behind them.

David Weiss called out. "Professor!"

"h.e.l.lo, David."

"Abby's making up the spare bed for you, but I don't think she'll be keen on your companion."

Raymond and Helen started across the street, with Helen taking a wide route around 10 Garneau. "I'm Helen Radowitz and I saved his life."

"Thank you, David. I know Abby probably isn't all that thrilled with me."

"No one is all that thrilled with you. But friends are friends."

Helen shook her head. "You see, Dr. Terletsky? You have friends."

"I guess I do. Thanks very much, David. I'll make this up to you."

"Just don't bawl all night if you can help it."

"Can Helen wait inside while we call her a cab?"

"Oh, I don't need a cab."

"Helen, I insist."

"It'd be fifteen bucks. Just give me the fifteen bucks and I'll walk."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Raymond took out his wallet and gave Helen a twenty-dollar bill. She gave him a quick hug and started out of the block. The cool wind messed his hair. Slowly he walked across the Weisses' lawn, with a glance back at his house. Shirley Wong stood in the picture window. Raymond lifted his arm to wave at his wife, and she walked out of the living room and turned off the light.

43.

the queen of the night For a few months during university, Madison had dated a vegan. One night they rented a doc.u.mentary about veal production, wherein baby cows are taken from their mothers two days after their birth and shut into crates. Madison was already tired of the vegan by the time they rented the doc.u.mentaryhe had a ponytail and he was curiously indifferent to matters of the fleshso she sided with the farmers.

Ten years later, Madison sat in her parents' dining room and chewed the same piece of veal cutlet for five minutes while Abby clapped her hands. Abby was going to be a grandmother. Finally a grandmother. "It's a girl, I just know it. Do you feel that too, darling? You must. You absolutely must."

Madison could not respond. It was the calf, mooing on its way to slaughter amid the mother cow's great bellows of mourning.

"Darling?"

"Sorry." Madison lifted her IKEA napkin and spit the well-chewed hunk of veal into it. "I'm not...I don't know."

"You're not feeling it?"

"I'm not feeling it."

Abby turned to David. "That's because she's still early along. Right?"

"You bet." David sipped his beer and ran his hand through the tuft of white hair on Garith's head. The disruptive quality of Madison's news had allowed this breach in protocol. Most nights, Abby didn't allow Garith to be on David's lap during dinner.

Madison exhaled, and both Garith and David took note. "Not hungry, kid?"

"Nope."

Abby laughed. "You can be so hungry it feels like your stomach is eating itself. Then you get some food in front of you and you can't touch it. Am I right? Am I right?"

"Yes, Mom."

A loud flourish arose from the spare bedroom, and died again. Abby sighed. "That poor, mixed-up man."

David motioned toward the spare room with his thumb. "The ol' professor's been listening to The Magic Flute on repeat."

"He says he wants to get back in touch with reason, truth, and virtue." Abby took a bite of veal. "Oh, honey, that's marvellous. You cooked it perfectly."

David put his head on Abby's shoulder for a moment. "Thanks, sweets."

"What else does he want again, David?"

"He wants something called mythic power."

Madison walked into the living room. She flopped on the couch, hungry and not-hungry. Her new feelings for Rajinder Chana, stirred by the strange spectacle of her parents in love, the swimming baby inside her, and the Queen of the Night aria in the spare bedroom, made her feel cloistered. She closed her eyes and imagined herself bursting out of the house and into the neighbourhood, the city, the province, the country, the western hemisphere.

Wishes and dry heaves blown against all the fences in the world.

Garith hopped off David's lap and scurried across the hardwood floor to Madison. He jumped up on her chest and licked her face.

"There's only one bedroom downstairs, David," said Abby. "That just won't do."

"What do you mean it won't do?"

"I mean, since Madison's partner abandoned her..."

"He wasn't my partner!"

"What shall I call him?"

"Jean-something."

"Sons of b.i.t.c.hes." David sliced the air with his knife. "Filthy separatists."

Abby paused for a moment. "Since Jean-something abandoned her, we're going to act as grandparents and as a father."

"Please, Mom. Never say that again."

"But Maddy, you're underemployed and alone. Even if the university doesn't plow over the block, the bas.e.m.e.nt suite only gets sunlight for an hour or two a day. The little darling will end up with rickets."

David pushed his chair back and took the three plates into the kitchen. "I'll load the dishwasher."

For years, Abby had been telling Madison there is no good time to have children. Just have a kid, and adjust. Now that she was pregnant, Madison saw that the adjustments were going to be more annoying and more expensive with each new aspect of her mother's involvement.

She lifted Garith up off her chest and started to the door.

"You're not going downstairs already?"

"No, I just need a bit of air. I'll take the dog out."

Abby met her in front of the door for a hug. "Isn't this spectacular?"

"It sure is, Mom."

"From now on, only organic food for you. You'll need a daily dose of Omega-3 fatty acids. Are you taking multi-vitamins? And we'll have to buy you one of those pregnant yoga DVDs. Yoga and Pilates, maybe some salsa dancing. We can do it together, up here. Oh, and you can have the Civic. I'll get myself a Toyota Prius. How long have I wanted a hybrid?"

"Mom"

"Look at your big b.o.o.bs. They look wonderful. What a dope I am, for not noticing sooner." Abby squeezed her daughter's b.r.e.a.s.t.s and lifted her shirt. She bent down and shoved an ear into her daughter's stomach. Abby listened and then spoke. "h.e.l.lo in there! You little inchworm. I could take a fork and eat you up. h.e.l.looo."

Without a word, Madison wriggled away from Abby's grasp and slipped on a pair of her father's rubber boots. She opened the big door and Garith began to yip and hop in antic.i.p.ation.

"Take my down vest. Don't get a chill."