'On why she's doing it,' Daphne says, turning to Jess. 'Would you be doing it to get Trey to leave his wife? Or would you be doing it to have a baby?'
'Look, Daph, motherhood ain't so noble that it overrides basic morality,' Maura says.
Daphne kicks me under the table, as if the argument brewing at the table is subtle, something that I could somehow miss. She gives me a 'do something' look.
'C'mon, guys,' I say. 'Enough. We gotta stick together.'
'That's
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'I'll remind you of that someday,' Maura says, her voice shaking a little. 'When you're married to a man who once looked into your eyes and promised to forsake all others. I'll remind you of that after you've just had his baby and you have postpartum depression and feel as fat as a cow and you are pumping milk into little plastic containers in the middle of the night while he's running around with some twenty-two-year-old named Lisette. I'll remind you of that.'
'Wait a second,' Daphne says. 'You didn't breast-feed.'
I give her a look that says it's probably not the right moment to play the role of superior-earth-mother-to- be.
'I nursed Zoe for three weeks!' Maura says. 'And then I had to quit because of mastitis. Remember?'
Daphne shakes her head.
'Well, I did… And
'God. Well. Excuse me for living,' Daphne says.
I give Daphne a sympathetic look, knowing that she would
A few minutes later, with a lot of cajoling on my part and the ordering of another bottle of wine, the storm has passed and we are on to safer topics. But as I listen to the three women I love most, I can't help but think how crazy it is that we all want something that we can't seem to have. Something that someone else at the table has in spades. I want my husband back, hold the baby. Daphne wants the baby, these days never mind her husband. Maura wants her husband to stop straying. Jess wants someone else's husband to stray a little more.
I consider what we did to get to this place. Whether any of us is entirely blameless for our predicament. Should Daphne have tried sooner to have a baby? If she knew that she wanted a child more than anything else, should she and Tony have tried to conceive in their twenties, rather than saving their money to buy a house? Should Jess use her head and follow her heart a little less? Should she only date available, unmarried men-for reasons of morality and practicality? Should Maura have seen the signs in Scott earlier? Should she have married a nicer guy, someone more like Niles? And what about me? Should I have just sucked it up and had a baby to keep the only man I've ever truly loved?
Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like. Even with a mother like mine, even with my untraditional wishes, even with all the books I've read about all the people with lives screwed up in one way or another, I still could have sworn things would be so much neater and easier than they're turning out to be.
eleven
Word of Tucker clearly works its way to my mother because she decides to make a surprise appearance two days later. As I return home from work, I can hear her voice, high and animated, chatting with Jess about her 'marvelous day' on Fifth Avenue. My mother still lives in Huntington, but since she married Dwight and can afford her expensive Manhattan haircuts and spa treatments, she comes into the city a lot more often.
I curse softly to myself and seriously consider creeping off to a nearby bar for a beer. But I decide that this wouldn't be fair to Jess. Besides, my mother is a night owl, keeping hours more consistent with a college girl than a sixty-three-year-old. She will only outwait me and likely even spend the night with us, lapsing into her giggling, bunny-slipper-wearing mode, as if she just watched the Sandra Dee sleepover scene in
I take a deep breath and walk through the door with a forced smile.
'Hi, Mother!' I say, noting her salon-perfect hair and long nails freshly painted in a bright plum color. She is always well groomed, but today is one of her more impressive days. She does not look her age and is one of those rare women who really
'Hello, Claudia darling!' she says, standing to give me a prim hug, the kind where there is virtually no body contact other than our cheeks and shoulders.
'I didn't know you were coming into the city today?' I say, which clearly means,
'I've come to photograph you, Claudia,' she says, throwing the thick black camera strap over her head.
My mother fancies herself an artist. I've even heard her end the word with an
In any event, her latest hobby is black-and-white photography. I haven't seen her in action, but Maura assures me that she tries way too hard, comparing my mother's photos to her painful haikus. Maura also said that photography is one of her more annoying hobbies to date; in mid-conversation, my mom will whip out her Nikon, zoom in on your face and start snapping away, making comments like, 'Chin down. Yeah. Just like that.
'I would have phoned first, but I wanted you
'Well, that's what you got,' I say, looking down at my work outfit-black pants, black heels, gray blouse, no accessories. Unless I'm meeting with an author or agent, I put almost no effort into my work wardrobe.
'I wanted to capture you as part of your normal workday routine. No frills. Just you.'
'I'm serious. I need to take a roll or two. It won't take long.'
I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, make my way over to the armchair across from her, and plop down with an exaggerated sigh. 'I'm too tired for this, Mother.'
Jess is standing behind my mother, sorting through a stack of mail. She stops and makes the cuckoo sign that was popular in elementary school-little swirls in the air, pointing at your own head then gesturing toward the other person. Then she crosses her eyes, which adds a nice psychotic touch.
I start to laugh, and my mother turns to see what's so amusing.
Jess sombers up quickly, taking great interest in a catalogue.
My mother faces me again and continues, 'I already shot a roll of Jess while we waited for you. But that wasn't for my assignment. It was just for fun. Jess is so damned photogenic, isn't she?'