The Two-Family House

(April 1957)


When the phone rang, Helen had a feeling it was going to be Arlene. Ever since they’d lost Teddy, Arlene had called Helen every day. Having a conversation with her used to be like pulling teeth, but since the funeral, Arlene hadn’t stopped talking.

“Helen, sweetie, it’s me.” Arlene’s basic philosophy seemed to be that in order to move past her grief, Helen should be kept as busy as possible. So Arlene called every day with questions, problems that needed solving and tasks she thought might take Helen’s mind off her sorrow. Sometimes Arlene referred to her problems as “tiny hiccups” and sometimes she insisted she was just calling for “some practical advice.” But whenever Arlene called, Helen knew she would be on the phone for a good long while.

“How are you, Arlene?”

“Fine, fine! I just need a little practical advice.”

“Of course. Tell me.”

“Well, you know how Sol and I are just crazy about the theater.” As far as Helen knew, Sol hated the theater. But she decided to play along. “Mmm hmmm.”

“We’ve been trying for ages to get tickets to see that show about the baseball team, you know the one I mean.”

“Damn Yankees?”

“That’s it! One of Sol’s buddy’s just called to say he has three tickets for the matinee tomorrow.”

“Sounds terrific—what’s the problem?”

“Well, Sol and I can’t make it tomorrow. We have a wedding, the daughter of one of Sol’s old friends from Chicago.”

“That’s too bad.”

“It’s just that Johnny is dying to see the show. Two weeks ago, he had never even heard of Damn Yankees, but now it’s all he talks about. He’s convinced one of the real Yankees will show up.”

“Poor kid. You want me to take him?”

“Sol thought you and Abe could go with him.”

“Abe is in Philadelphia, but I bet Natalie would love to go with us. She’s never been to a Broadway show.”

“Then she’ll love it! Now, just one other thing. The wedding starts at noon. Sol and I have to drive out to New Jersey early in the day and Saturday is the housekeeper’s day off, so…”

“Drop Johnny off any time.”

“The reception may run late, so…”

“Johnny can stay over with us. Just pack him a bag and bring it when you drop him off.”

“I’m so glad this worked out for everyone.”

“Always happy to help solve a problem.”

“Oh, it wasn’t a problem, Helen. Just a tiny hiccup, that’s all.”

“Of course.”

*

Sol and Arlene didn’t even get out of the car when they dropped Johnny off. As soon as Helen opened the front door, Sol beeped the horn and Arlene waved her arm out the half-open window of the pale blue Cadillac. “See you tomorrow!” she called out.

Johnny stood on the front porch, a small duffel bag in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. He looked at his aunt with an apologetic smile. “They were running late,” he said. Helen raised an eyebrow. She wrapped her right arm around her nephew’s shoulders. “Come inside,” she told him. “I hope our tickets are in that bag.” Johnny opened the bag and produced three tickets and a cold piece of toast. “Is that your breakfast?” Helen asked. She took the tickets, threw the toast in the trash and pointed Johnny toward the plate of warm blueberry muffins that sat on the kitchen table.

“Those look good,” Johnny said, taking one. He was already taller than the last time she’d seen him, just a few weeks earlier. At eleven, Johnny was just starting to trade his little-boy dimples for more grown up good looks. Helen’s boys were all handsome, but Johnny was a different kind of good-looking. He took after Arlene, with his movie-star nose and chiseled cheekbones. Helen was sure he would be a heartbreaker one day.

“Where is everybody?” Johnny asked.

Helen poured him a glass of milk and sat down with him. “Let’s see. Well, you know your uncle Abe is out of town. Harry went with him—it’s the first time he’s ever been to Philadelphia. And the other boys are over at the baseball field. They have a doubleheader today.”

“Where’s Natalie?”

“Getting ready. She’ll be down in a little bit.”

Johnny looked concerned. “Is she still really sad? Do you think she’ll like the show?”

“Don’t worry, she’ll love it.”

“Can I go upstairs and tell her I’m here?”

“Sure, honey—go ahead.”

*

By the time they got to Penn Station, there wasn’t enough time to get lunch, so Helen bought the kids soft pretzels from one of the carts. “Extra salt, please,” Natalie piped up, and Johnny said he liked his pretzels the same way. They were all in great spirits until a tall man in a gray overcoat bumped into Natalie on the way to the theater. Natalie ended up on the ground, and so did the pretzel. Johnny helped her up and Helen brushed her off, but the pretzel was unsalvageable. Since there was no time to buy another, Johnny handed Natalie his. “Here,” he told her, “take mine.”

Helen wanted to cry. It was just what Teddy would have done, and Helen could tell from the look on Natalie’s face that she was thinking the very same thing. Natalie stared at Johnny for a moment, then grinned from ear to ear. She broke the pretzel into two equal pieces and gave one of the pieces back to him. “I’m not that hungry,” she told Johnny. “We can share it.”





Chapter 47





JUDITH


Her father wanted to have lunch with her. Alone. The closest Judith had ever come to eating a meal alone with her father had been when her mother was pregnant with Mimi. Rose had been eight months along and exhausted. She had suggested that Mort take Judith for a walk and get her an ice cream cone. “Just remember,” Mort had warned, “I’m not buying you another one if you drop it. Understand?” He had said it over and over, so that Judith couldn’t even enjoy the cone because of his pestering. The ice cream had melted all over her hand, and he hadn’t even thought to give her a napkin!

Claire, Judith’s friend from class, couldn’t believe it either. She had only met Mort a few times, but Judith had filled her in.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Claire offered.

“If I bring you along, it will look like I don’t want to be alone with him.”

“You don’t.”

“I know. But I don’t want to make it so obvious.”

“Take him to the coffee shop on Amsterdam,” Claire advised. “It’ll be crowded, but the service is so fast you won’t have to linger. They have good sandwiches too. Or did you want something more elegant?”

“No, definitely not. The coffee shop will be quick, at least.” Judith was picking at one of her nails and frowning.

“Don’t get yourself all worked up, Judith. Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

“He’s not really one for surprises.”

Mort had a morning meeting with Abe on 134th Street, so he and Judith had agreed to meet at the stone archway at Amsterdam and 138th Street. “It’s called the Hudson Gate,” Judith told her father, “in case you need to ask someone where it is.”

“I’ll find it,” he assured her.

*

Judith’s morning classes were over too quickly, and before she knew it, it was time to meet her father. He was waiting for her, just where he said he’d be, underneath the elaborate stone archway on 138th Street. He was standing on the Amsterdam Avenue side, looking in toward the campus. Judith spotted him first and for a moment thought about turning in the other direction. But he looked so harmless standing there, with his brown felt hat and his worn leather briefcase, that she couldn’t find the strength to walk away.

“Hi,” Judith said to him. She had never called him “Daddy.” “Father” sounded strange. It was easiest not to address him at all. She was relieved that he made no move to embrace her.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Claire told me about a place a few blocks up from here—is a coffee shop all right?”

“Fine.”

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