“I refuse to feel old,” Daphne said. She slapped the table. “Je refuse.”
The silverware and coffee cups rattled, and Joy marveled at Daphne, not a bit different from the day they met, sleek, beautiful, noisy, every auburn hair in place. Natalie was, as she had been since college, wearing chic, expensive bohemian clothes, her hair cut in the same bohemian bob with bangs. Eileen had been less glamorous than the others, but she had grown into her looks as she got older, looking somber but dignified these days. They all still had their marbles, though only two still had their husbands. But pretty good for a bunch of old bags, Joy thought.
“We’ve been friends for sixty-five years.”
“Our friendship could get Medicare,” Eileen said.
Natalie began to explain how Obamacare was ruining America.
“How’s the new great-grandchild?” Joy interjected, offspring being a successful diversion for any of the girls. Though she was asking Natalie, Daphne immediately began digging around in her bag, probably for her iThing with her own great-grandchild baby pictures on it.
“They want to name her ‘Quiet,’” said Natalie.
“Convenient,” Eileen said. “They can call her and discipline her at the same time.”
“Mine is two years old next week,” Daphne added, holding up a screen with a picture of a little girl with an ice-cream-smeared mouth.
“‘Quiet’?” Joy was saying. “Why don’t they just name her ‘No’?”
They started laughing and couldn’t stop. They laughed until tears rolled down their faces.
“Oh, that felt good,” Joy said.
All around them well-turned-out young women picked at their salads, preserving their waistlines, as women of Joy’s generation used to call that mealtime behavior. Joy looked at them fondly, then slathered butter on a piece of bread, damn the torpedoes. She had no gallbladder, the surgeon had taken it out when he took out the colon cancer, “the blue-plate special,” he’d called it, and never mind her waistline, she was not supposed to eat fat with no gallbladder. She sipped her espresso. That was verboten, too, atrial fibrillation. Delicious, though. It did not do to ignore the delicious.
“I love food,” she said.
The tablecloths were pink and pressed. The napkins were large.
“I love napery,” she said.
“Now, Joy,” Daphne said, suddenly serious, “what are we going to do about Aaron?”
“I think he’s dying,” Joy said, and she began to cry softly.
Daphne put her hand on Joy’s, which was an enormous gesture of support, Joy knew. Daphne did not like touching people.
“Nonsense,” Natalie said.
“What do the doctors say?” Eileen asked.
Joy shrugged, and they waited for her to pull herself together and blow her nose.
“You have to take care of yourself, too, you know,” Natalie said. “Even nurses have shifts.”
“That’s what my children say. They say I’m grandiose, taking care of Aaron myself.”
“Children. What do they know?” said Daphne. “They think they know everything. But just wait.”
Joy smiled. “They are so bossy, aren’t they? I do miss Molly ordering me around, though.” The smile disappeared. “Now that she’s in California.”
“What about Daniel?”
“Daniel is wonderful, but…”
They all nodded. Daniel was not a daughter.
“Anyway, I’m fine.”
“Isn’t there some sort of adult day care Aaron could go to?” Daphne was saying.
“No, god, no, he would hate that. He gets so disoriented. Then he gets frightened. Then he gets angry. He would hate it. What’s he going to do? Sit in a drum circle? Make paper flowers?”
“What does he do at home?”
“Watch NY1. And eat. It’s a wonder he doesn’t weigh five hundred pounds. And a lot of time is taken up with, you know, showers and getting dressed and creams and applications of … things. I won’t go into it. But trust me, a day goes by. And on the days I’m at work, who knows what could happen? I come home at lunch to check on him and I never know what I’ll find, don’t ask, and then, when I come back again at the end of the day…”
She went to the ladies’ room. She put her bags down on a pretty little lavender table, shed a few more tears, washed her face, and sat gripping the arms of the lavender chintz chair, feeling faint. The doctor said these dizzy spells were nothing to worry about as long as she didn’t fall. But what if she did fall? What was to stop her from falling? She could very easily have fallen just now …
“I know you all probably think he should go to a place,” she said to the girls when she got back to the table, “but he would be miserable. He needs landmarks, needs familiar things, needs his schedule.”