Jodie made a face and headed back to the table. It was small and round with a glass top and metal chairs that looked like they belonged in a garden. She sat across from Dr. Jane.
“Who gave you the presents?”
She tried to manage one of those smiles that held people at a distance. “My colleagues.”
“You mean the people you work with?”
“Yes. My associates at Newberry, and one of my friends at Preeze Laboratories.”
Jodie didn’t know about Preeze Laboratories, but Newberry was one of the most la-de-da colleges in the United States, and everybody was always bragging about the fact that it was located right here in DuPage County.
“That’s right. Don’t you teach science or something?”
“I’m a physicist. I teach graduate classes in relativistic quantum field theory. I also have special funding through Preeze Labs that lets me investigate top quarks with other physicists.”
“No shit. You must have been a real brain in high school.”
“I didn’t spend much time in high school. I started college when I was fourteen.”One more tear trickled down her cheeks, but, if anything, she sat even straighter.
“Fourteen? Get out of here.”
“By the time I was twenty, I had my Ph.D.” Something inside her seemed to give way. She set her elbows on the table, balled her hands into fists, and propped her forehead on top of them. Her shoulders trembled, but she made no noise, and the sight of this dignified woman coming all unraveled was so pathetic that Jodie couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. She was also curious.
“You got troubles with your boyfriend?”
She kept her head ducked and shook her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend. I did. Dr. Craig Elkhart. We were together for six years.”
So the geek wasn’t a dike. “Long time.”
She lifted her head, and although her cheeks were wet, her jaw had a stubborn set to it. “He just married a twenty-year-old data-entry clerk named Pamela. When he left me, he said, ‘I’m sorry, Jane, but you don’t excite me anymore.’ ”
Considering Dr. J’s, basic uptight personality, Jodie couldn’t exactly blame him, but it had still been a shitty thing to say. “Men are basically assholes.”
“That’s not the worst part.” She clasped her hands together. “The worst part is that we were together for six years, and I don’t miss him.”
“Then what are you so broke up about?” The coffee was done, and she got up to fill their mugs.
“It’s not Craig. I’m just… It’s nothing, really. I shouldn’t be going on like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“You’re thirty-four years old and somebody gave you a Jiffy Lube gift certificate for your birthday. Anybody would be bummed.”
She shuddered. “This is the same house I grew up in; did you know that? After Dad died, I was going to sell it, but I never got around to it.” Her voice developed a faraway sound, as if she’d forgotten Jodie was there. “I was doing research on ultrarelativistic heavy-ion collisions, and I didn’t want any distractions. Work has always been the center of my life. Until I was thirty, it was enough. But then one birthday followed another.”
“And you finally figured out all that physics stuff isn’t giving you any thrills in bed at night, right?”
She started, almost as if she’d forgotten Jodie was there. Then she shrugged. “It’s not just that. Frankly, I believe sex is overrated.” Uncomfortable, she looked down at her hands. “It’s more a sense of connection.”
“You don’t get much more connected than when you’re burning up the mattress.”
“Yes, well, that’s assuming one burns it up. Personally…” She sniffed and stood, slipping the tissues into the pocket of her trousers where they didn’t presume to leave a bump. “When I speak of connection, I’m thinking of something more lasting than sex.”
“Religious stuff?”
“Not exactly, although that’s important to me. Family. Children. Things like that.”Once again she drew her shoulders back and gave Jodie a brush-off smile. “I’ve gone on long enough. I shouldn’t be imposing on you like this. I’m afraid you caught me at a bad time.”
“I get it! You want a kid!”
Dr. J. delved into her pocket and yanked out the tissues. Her bottom lip trembled, and her entire face crumpled as she dropped back into the chair. “Yesterday Craig told me that Pamela is pregnant. It’s not… I’m not jealous. To be honest, I don’t care enough about him anymore to be jealous. I didn’t really want to marry him; I don’t want to marry anybody. It’s just that…” Her voice faded. “It’s just…”
“It’s just that you want a kid of your own.”
She gave a jerky nod and bit her lip. “I’ve wanted a child for so long. And now I’m thirty-four, and my eggs are getting older by the minute, but it doesn’t seem as if it’s going to happen.”
Jodie glanced at the kitchen clock. She wanted to hear the rest of this, but pregame was starting. “Do you mind if I turn on your TV while we finish this?”
Dr. J. looked confused, as if she weren’t exactly sure what a TV was. “No, I suppose not.”
“Cool.”Jodie picked up her mug and headed for the living room. She sat down on the couch, put her mug on the coffee table, and fished the remote out from under some kind of brainy journal. A beer commercial was playing, so she hit the mute button.
“Are you serious about wanting a baby? Even though you’re single.”
Dr. Jane had her glasses on again. She sat in an overstuffed chair with a ruffle around the bottom and the clam-shell painting hanging right behind her head, the one with that fat, wet pearl. She pressed her legs together, her feet side by side, anklebones touching. She had great ankles, Jodie noticed, slender and well shaped.
Once again that back stiffened, as if somebody had strapped a board to it. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I don’t ever plan to marry-my work is too important to me-but I want a child more than anything. And I think I’d be a good mother. I guess today I realized I have no way to make it happen, and that’s hit me hard.”
“I got a couple of friends who are single moms. It’s not easy. Still, you’ve got a lot better paying job than they do, so it shouldn’t be so tough for you.”
“The economics aren’t a problem. My problem is that I can’t seem to come up with a way to go about it.”
Jodie stared at her. For a smart woman, she sure was dumb. “Are you talking about the guy?”
She nodded stiffly.
“There’ve got to be a lot of them hanging around that college. It’s no big deal. Invite one of them over, put on some music, give him a couple of beers, and nail him.”
“Oh, it couldn’t be anyone I know.”
“So pick up somebody in a bar or something.”
“I could never do that. I’d have to know his health history.” Her voice dropped.“Besides, I wouldn’t know how to pick someone up.”
Jodie couldn’t imagine anything easier, but she guessed she had a lot more going for her than Dr. J. “What about one of those, you know, sperm banks?”
“Absolutely not. Too many sperm donors are medical students.”
“So?”
“I don’t want anyone who’s intelligent fathering my child.”
Jodie was so surprised, she neglected to turn up the volume on the pregame show, even though the beer commercial had ended and they’d begun to interview the Stars’head coach, Chester “Duke” Raskin.
“You want somebody stupid to be the father of your kid?”
Dr. J. smiled. “I know that seems strange, but it’s very difficult for a child to grow up being smarter than everyone else. It makes it impossible to fit in, which is why I could never have had a child with someone as brilliant as Craig or even chance a sperm bank. I have to take into account my own genetic makeup and find a man who’ll compensate for it. But the men I meet are all brilliant.”
Dr. J. was one weird chick, Jodie decided. “You think because you’re so smart and everything that you’ve got to find somebody stupid?”
“I know I do. I can’t bear the idea that my child would have to go through what I did when I was growing up. Even now… Well, that’s neither here nor there. The point is, as much as I want a child, I can’t just think about myself.”
