“Does that make you jealous?”
Raela gazed up at a spot somewhere above Eric’s head.
“If I smelled her on you I might get violent,” she speculated. “Yeah. If I smelled her on you, you might have to hide for a while.”
“But you didn’t smell her?”
Raela pressed her face against his chest and inhaled deeply.
Then she exhaled and said, “All I smell is me.”
Eric was reminded of Ahn’s story about the tiger. Looking upon this girl and remembering that, the young man felt real fear for the first time that he could remember. It exhilarated him, made him shiver. Raela put her arms around him and pressed his head to her breast. From there he could feel the strong beat of her heart and somewhere, far away, the muted thudding of his own blood.
“What we have is what we need,” she said with conviction.
Eric thought that he was directionless in this jungle of a girl, directionless but not lost.
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A year pas se d for the brothers. Thomas went twice to New York and found Clea there waiting for him. In that year he had not cut himself or fallen down, nor was he stopped by the police even once. Every day he woke up early and sat with his stepfather. They read the newspaper and talked about the events in the world. Minas seemed infinitely interested in Thomas’s ideas and point of view.
“You’re so much like your mother that it’s uncanny,” Minas said to Thomas.
“She was the kindest person in the world,” Thomas would say.
“Yes, she was,” Minas agreed, “and as long as you are here she will never be gone.”
Eric relaxed. He experienced a profound love for his daughter now that he wasn’t afraid he’d do her harm. They’d spend hours playing games and going to amusement parks and the zoo.
His feelings for Raela never changed, but this didn’t bother him. She was his sail, he thought, and he was her ship. They were ancient archetypes instead of real people.
Sometimes when thinking this, Eric became terribly sad.
He’d see himself like a reflection in a mirror, unable to reach out into the world of flesh and bone. But at those times Raela would come to him, and he realized that even in isolation he wasn’t completely alone.
And he also had Thomas. The brothers saw each other at least three times a week.
“You know, the more I think about what you said,” Eric was telling Thomas at the stone animal park, “the more I think that it’s true.”
“What?”
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you like that. There’s nowhere you can go where you don’t feel at home.”
“Like a snake,” Thomas said, happy to continue the conversation he’d had so many years ago with Bruno. “A snake can go anywhere he wants to.”
“See that? If somebody called you a snake, even that would make you happy. You can’t get much luckier than that.”
M i c ha e l C ot te r was driving Thomas every day by the end of the year. Thomas had talked to Michael almost as much as to his brother or Clea. He’d told him about the alley parrot chanting “no man” and Alicia in her cinder-block tomb. He talked about his years as a drug dealer and in the youth facility and as the child husband of Monique and de facto father of Lily.
“I called Clea at lunch, and she told me that she applied to UCLA and that they accepted her,” Thomas said to Michael on their ride home after work one day. “She asked me if I wanted her to come out here and live with me.”
“And what did you say?” Michael asked.
“I said absolutely.”
“Congratulations, my man.”
“Thanks. You know, she says that after she graduates, we’ll figure out whether or not to go back to New York.”
“Hey, man, that’s great. We should celebrate that. I got to see somebody today, but why don’t we have a drink tomorrow to toast you and your girlfriend.”
“Okay. Great.”
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Doris. Michael had gone to live on a date farm in the desert.
