What should I do with the rest of my life?”
Mom shrugged.
I don’t even know what I want. I’ve never known. Let alone how to get it. I don’t know anything at all, really!”
We looked at each other for a few moments.
When it was clear she wouldn’t answer, I said, “I liked living with you, Mom. A lot. I miss you. I’m so lost.”
But then she started to fade.
Where are you going?” I yelled. “Don’t leave me!”
She smiled once more before she blinked out of existence, and I woke up, sweating, to someone making a shhhhhh sound in my ear.
My heart began to pound, because I thought maybe Mom had come back for real, or that I had dreamed her death by cancer and was now waking up to live in the time before she died, but I couldn’t see anything because the lights were out and the shades were drawn.
Who’s there?” I said finally.
I don’t have anywhere else to go,” a woman said through the darkness, paraphrasing your most memorable line in An Officer and a Gentleman, one of Mom’s absolute favorites. But it wasn’t Mom, I could tell by the woman’s smell—just a hint of apricot, lemon, and ginger wafting from her clothes.
After a few moments, I said, “Wendy?”
I could hear her breathing in the darkness.
Do you think I’m a failure?” she said.
I tried to make out Wendy’s face, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. Finally, I said, “What?”
Do—you—think—I—am—a—failure?”
No.”
Yes, you do.”
Why would I?”
Because I’m supposed to help people live healthy lives, and yet I let a man physically and psychologically abuse me because he has money, power, and influence.”
You were just trying to find your flock maybe,” I said, remembering how much she liked talking about that. “Maybe you just fell in with a bad bird.”
A bad bird,” she repeated, and then laughed. “Why did I do that—even accidentally—Bartholomew? Think about it.”
I don’t know. Maybe because he’s handsome and rich and persuasive? Maybe you were pretending, hiding things from yourself?”
She laughed in this very tiny way through the darkness—which made me feel uneasy.
I’d have to drop out of school if I left Adam. That’s the hard simple truth. And if I dropped out of school, my future would dim dramatically. It’s statistically proven.”
Why would you have to drop out of school?”
He pays my tuition. And provides food and a home and . . . everything I need.”
Maybe someone else will provide?” I said.
I don’t think so.”
You could get a job.”
She laughed again in a way that made me feel I was simultaneously right and wrong.
We don’t want you to be abused by him,” I said.
You don’t want anyone to be abused, do you?”
No, I don’t.”
And yet people will go on being abused forever and ever. Abuse has always existed since the beginning of time—and it always will exist, whether you care or not. You stay locked up in your mother’s house and the library, so you won’t have to care about everyone or anyone. You don’t even play the game. It must be so easy for you.”
Wendy’s voice was cold now.
I try to help everyone I know,” I said. “I can’t know everyone. You’re right. I have limitations. But I know you. And I want to help you. I really do.”
There was a long silence.
Why?” Wendy said.
Why what?”
Why do you care about me? Why do you want to help me? Seriously. I want to know. Is it some religious thing?”
Because you’re a really nice person. You tried to—”
I’m not a nice person.”
Sure you are.”
Wendy laughed, and it felt like being hit in the face with an ice ball. “I lied to you about not doing well in school just to get you to see Arnie. I actually have a four-point-oh average. I’m top of my class. It was my plan to transition you to Arnie so I wouldn’t have to work with you anymore.”
Ha! I told you! Moron of the century! the little angry man yelled, and I began to feel sick.
You lied to me. Why?” I said to Wendy.
Because I’m not a very nice person.”
The tiny man in my stomach pulled a fold of my innards into his mouth and began to gnaw with his sharp teeth as he dug his clawlike toenails into my intestines.
Why don’t you want to work with me? Why? I have to know the answer. I want to hear it straight from you.”
Wendy didn’t say anything in response, but the little man in my stomach paused his chewing to say, Because you are an idiot. The lowest of the low. A man only loved by his mother, who is dead. A retard! A collection of atoms that should be recycled into the universe. A fat pile of shit!
I felt her lean in toward me, was warmed by her breath for a fraction of a second, and then her lips were on my left cheek and her hand was on my right.
You’re a better person than me,” she whispered into my ear. “And I hate you for it.”
She left my room, and I felt the warmth of her hand and lips on my face—her words burned in my ears for hours as I lay on my back and looked up into the darkness.
For some reason, it reminded me of the time when Tara Wilson tricked me and then rescued me from the high school basement, but never talked to me again after that morning. She pretended to be an evil and uninterested stranger whenever we passed in the hallway. Somehow I knew the same thing was going to happen with Wendy. History was repeating itself. There were indeed patterns to the universe.
When the sun came up, I went downstairs, and Wendy was gone.
She had left a note:
I’m going to work things out with Adam. Please
don’t get involved. I hereby resign as Bartholomew’s
grief counselor. Arnie will treat him for free if
Bartholomew wishes to continue with his therapy,
because Arnie has funding and Bartholomew is the
right sort of test subject. I don’t want to see either of
you ever again. Please respect my wishes.
Wendy
Father McNamee read the note and stormed out of the house, not bothering to button up his coat. I followed him; it was hard to keep up, because he was moving so quickly.
I kept wondering what Wendy had meant by “test subject” and why I was the right sort. I didn’t like the way that sounded, but I knew it wasn’t a good time to ask Father McNamee, because his face was flushed and he was breathing heavily, like he does whenever he is extremely agitated.
We stopped at Wendy’s mother’s house, but Wendy hadn’t been there. Father McNamee explained the situation—that we were trying to help Wendy, but she left us in the middle of the night—and Edna began to cry.
I was never a good mother,” she said.
Pray,” Father McNamee said. “Pray. Believe. Have faith.”
Then Father McNamee bowed his head and said a silent prayer before he made the sign of the cross and turned to leave.
(I wondered if he was doing this instinctively, faking it, or if he had patched things up with Jesus.)
Father?” the woman called as he walked away. “Father, wait! Please! I don’t know what to do!”
I stood there on the sidewalk, wanting to comfort the woman, but not knowing how.
What should I do?” the woman screamed.
It was obvious that Father McNamee wasn’t coming back, so I caught up to him by jogging.
Edna’s really upset,” I said.
He didn’t answer.
After a few blocks, I realized we were headed for Adam’s trinity. I did my best to keep up with Father McNamee, who was sweating profusely and breathing quite audibly.
When we arrived, Father banged his fist against the door, pressed the intercom button, and yelled, “Open up!”
Wendy doesn’t want to speak with you,” Adam said through the intercom.
She’s just a girl, you bastard!” Father McNamee yelled into the gray speaker-looking square. “She’s half your age!”
You need to leave. She wants to be with me. Wendy’s made her choice. And I’m calling the police if you don’t vacate the premises immediately.”
Wendy!” Father McNamee yelled into the intercom, with a force that scared me. “He’s not worth it! Run from this brute while you can, before he beats the best part of you dead and—”
I’m calling the police now,” Adam said. “If you’re here when they arrive, I’ll be reporting the bruises that Wendy returned with after being in your care.”
Wendy!” Father McNamee screamed like a madman.
People on the street had stopped to stare, and I could feel their eyes on us. One man had begun to film with the camera on his phone. I wondered if he would post Father McNamee’s rage on the Internet.