Linda did not accept Nick's message gracefully.<\/p>\n
Her first reply asked what he was doing that could possibly be more important than fixing things with his mother.<\/p>\n
Nick stared at it for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then he locked his phone.<\/p>\n
"You're not answering?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
It was such a simple act.<\/p>\n
A few months earlier, he would have spent an hour composing something careful enough not to upset anyone.<\/p>\n
Now he placed the phone on the nightstand and turned off the lamp.<\/p>\n
"Wednesday evening works," he said.<\/p>\n
"For you?"<\/p>\n
"For me."<\/p>\n
That distinction had become important.<\/p>\n
He wasn't refusing to speak with Linda.<\/p>\n
He was refusing to prove his love by abandoning his own schedule the moment she demanded access.<\/p>\n
Wednesday arrived with no further messages.<\/p>\n
I came home from work around five-thirty and found Nick chopping onions in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
"Your mom coming at seven?"<\/p>\n
"Supposedly."<\/p>\n
"Want me here?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
I set down my bag.<\/p>\n
"Participating or nearby?"<\/p>\n
He thought about it.<\/p>\n
"Participating if she makes this about you."<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
We made dinner before she arrived.<\/p>\n
At six forty-eight, the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
Nick looked at the clock.<\/p>\n
"Early."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"Family trait?"<\/p>\n
"Don't start."<\/p>\n
He opened the door.<\/p>\n
Linda stood on the porch holding a covered casserole dish.<\/p>\n
For one strange second, all three of us looked at it.<\/p>\n
"I made lasagna," she said.<\/p>\n
Nick stepped aside.<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
She walked in.<\/p>\n
I had expected tension.<\/p>\n
Instead the casserole became the first subject of conversation.<\/p>\n
Linda explained that she'd made too much.<\/p>\n
Nick pointed out that Robert could eat enough for three people.<\/p>\n
Linda said Robert claimed tomato sauce gave him heartburn after eight.<\/p>\n
I asked why eight o'clock would change the chemistry of tomato sauce.<\/p>\n
For almost ten minutes, everything was normal.<\/p>\n
Then Nick made coffee.<\/p>\n
We sat around the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Linda folded her hands.<\/p>\n
"I'm not here to fight."<\/p>\n
Nick nodded.<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
Her expression tightened slightly, as if she had expected more encouragement.<\/p>\n
"I've been thinking about Sunday."<\/p>\n
"So have I."<\/p>\n
"And I don't like being portrayed as some terrible mother who deliberately favored one child."<\/p>\n
Nick remained calm.<\/p>\n
"I didn't say you were terrible."<\/p>\n
"You made it sound like we spent your childhood sacrificing you for Rachel."<\/p>\n
"Sometimes you did."<\/p>\n
Linda looked at me.<\/p>\n
I didn't react.<\/p>\n
"Your father and I were overwhelmed."<\/p>\n
"I believe you."<\/p>\n
"Rachel was difficult."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"She would scream for hours."<\/p>\n
"I remember."<\/p>\n
Linda's eyes watered.<\/p>\n
"We did our best."<\/p>\n
Nick leaned forward.<\/p>\n
"Mom, I believe that too."<\/p>\n
Some of the tension left her face.<\/p>\n
Then he continued.<\/p>\n
"But doing your best doesn't mean everything you did was right."<\/p>\n
Linda's shoulders stiffened again.<\/p>\n
I watched Nick carefully.<\/p>\n
He wasn't speaking cruelly.<\/p>\n
He wasn't punishing her.<\/p>\n
He was simply refusing the old bargain where acknowledging his parents' intentions required denying the effect.<\/p>\n
Linda picked at the edge of her napkin.<\/p>\n
"I suppose you've been discussing all this with Candace."<\/p>\n
Nick's expression changed.<\/p>\n
"What does that mean?"<\/p>\n
"Nothing."<\/p>\n
"Mom."<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
"I don't know how much of this is actually coming from you."<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The sentence I had expected eventually.<\/p>\n
Nick sat back.<\/p>\n
"All of it."<\/p>\n
"I know Candace has strong feelings about Rachel."<\/p>\n
"So do I."<\/p>\n
"Before this television business, you never spoke like this."<\/p>\n
"Before the television business, I didn't understand why I kept asking my wife to tolerate things I wouldn't tolerate from anyone else."<\/p>\n
Linda turned toward me.<\/p>\n
"You've always thought Rachel was awful."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
The certainty of my answer surprised her.<\/p>\n
"I've thought Rachel could be rude, inconsiderate, demanding and exhausting."<\/p>\n
Nick coughed into his hand, unsuccessfully hiding a laugh.<\/p>\n
Linda stared at him.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
"But I've never thought she was entirely awful."<\/p>\n
Linda gave me a skeptical look.<\/p>\n
"If I had, I wouldn't have spent ten years inviting her into my house."<\/p>\n
"She says you're different now."<\/p>\n
"I am."<\/p>\n
"More rigid."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
I folded my hands.<\/p>\n
"Clearer."<\/p>\n
Linda looked away.<\/p>\n
"I don't understand why everyone suddenly needs boundaries."<\/p>\n
Nick smiled without humor.<\/p>\n
"Because apparently nobody in this family had any."<\/p>\n
The doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
All three of us stopped.<\/p>\n
Nick frowned.<\/p>\n
"Were you expecting someone?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
Through the hallway, I heard the front door open.<\/p>\n
Then Rachel's voice.<\/p>\n
"Mom's car is outside."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Rachel stepped into the kitchen carrying a grocery bag.<\/p>\n
She looked at Linda.<\/p>\n
Then at Nick.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
"Oh."<\/p>\n
Linda's face hardened.<\/p>\n
"What are you doing here?"<\/p>\n
Rachel lifted the bag.<\/p>\n
"Returning Candace's casserole dish."<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
"You've had that since Christmas."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Nine months."<\/p>\n
"I found it."<\/p>\n
Rachel set the bag on the counter.<\/p>\n
"No way I'm staying for whatever this is."<\/p>\n
"Actually," Linda said, "maybe you should."<\/p>\n
Rachel froze.<\/p>\n
Nick looked at me.<\/p>\n
I looked at Rachel.<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
"Great."<\/p>\n
She pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
"I was having a perfectly nice evening."<\/p>\n
Linda stared at her daughter.<\/p>\n
"I came here because I wanted to understand why Nick suddenly thinks his entire childhood was unfair."<\/p>\n
Rachel's face tightened.<\/p>\n
"Mom."<\/p>\n
"And apparently I'm responsible for every bad decision you've ever made."<\/p>\n
"I specifically said you weren't."<\/p>\n
"That's not how it sounded."<\/p>\n
Rachel rubbed both hands over her face.<\/p>\n
"Can we not do this?"<\/p>\n
Nick looked at her.<\/p>\n
"That's usually what I say."<\/p>\n
Rachel's hands lowered.<\/p>\n
The meaning landed.<\/p>\n
She sat back.<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
Linda turned to her.<\/p>\n
"Do you think we treated Nick unfairly?"<\/p>\n
Rachel's first instinct was visible.<\/p>\n
She wanted to say no.<\/p>\n
Not because it was true.<\/p>\n
Because it would end the confrontation faster.<\/p>\n
She caught herself.<\/p>\n
"Sometimes."<\/p>\n
Linda inhaled.<\/p>\n
Rachel continued before she could interrupt.<\/p>\n
"Not all the time."<\/p>\n
"How generous."<\/p>\n
"Mom."<\/p>\n
"I'm listening."<\/p>\n
"No, you're waiting to get offended."<\/p>\n
Linda's face flushed.<\/p>\n
Nick intervened quietly.<\/p>\n
"Rachel."<\/p>\n
She exhaled.<\/p>\n
"Fine."<\/p>\n
Then she looked at her mother.<\/p>\n
"When we were kids, I knew that if I made enough noise, I usually won."<\/p>\n
Linda shook her head.<\/p>\n
"You didn't win."<\/p>\n
"Yes, I did."<\/p>\n
"You remember it that way because you were a child."<\/p>\n
"I remember getting Nick's room."<\/p>\n
Linda opened her mouth.<\/p>\n
"I remember refusing to go to Grandma's until you changed the weekend."<\/p>\n
"You were having problems with Grandma at the time."<\/p>\n
"I remember making Dad turn around halfway to the lake because I didn't want to camp."<\/p>\n
Nick pointed at her.<\/p>\n
"I forgot about that."<\/p>\n
Rachel grimaced.<\/p>\n
"I didn't."<\/p>\n
Linda stared at both of them.<\/p>\n
"I was trying to manage two children."<\/p>\n
Rachel's voice softened.<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
The room settled.<\/p>\n
"Mom, I don't think you were trying to teach me to be selfish."<\/p>\n
Linda's eyes filled.<\/p>\n
"I think you were exhausted."<\/p>\n
Robert's words from Sunday seemed to echo through the conversation.<\/p>\n
Keeping the house quiet.<\/p>\n
Rachel continued.<\/p>\n
"But I learned that if I made something uncomfortable enough, somebody would eventually remove the discomfort for me."<\/p>\n
Linda looked down.<\/p>\n
"And Nick learned the opposite."<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
"He learned that being loved meant being low-maintenance."<\/p>\n
Nick looked at Rachel.<\/p>\n
She gave him a brief, apologetic glance.<\/p>\n
Linda's hands trembled slightly.<\/p>\n
"I never wanted that."<\/p>\n
"I know," Nick said.<\/p>\n
For the first time since she'd arrived, his voice softened completely.<\/p>\n
Linda looked at him.<\/p>\n
"I thought I was praising you."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"You were such an easy child."<\/p>\n
Nick smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
"I wasn't easy."<\/p>\n
Linda frowned.<\/p>\n
"I was scared of disappointing you."<\/p>\n
That sentence changed everything.<\/p>\n
Linda stopped moving.<\/p>\n
Rachel looked down.<\/p>\n
I felt almost intrusive sitting there, but Nick had asked me to remain.<\/p>\n
So I remained.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
"I didn't give up my room because I didn't care."<\/p>\n
Linda's mouth opened.<\/p>\n
"I gave it up because Dad said you were exhausted and asked why I couldn't just make things easier."<\/p>\n
Linda's eyes filled.<\/p>\n
"I don't remember."<\/p>\n
"I do."<\/p>\n
"I wish I did."<\/p>\n
Nick swallowed.<\/p>\n
"So do I."<\/p>\n
For several seconds, no one spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Linda began crying.<\/p>\n
Quietly.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
She covered her mouth with one hand.<\/p>\n
Rachel shifted forward.<\/p>\n
"Mom."<\/p>\n
Linda shook her head.<\/p>\n
"I thought you knew."<\/p>\n
Nick looked confused.<\/p>\n
"Knew what?"<\/p>\n
"That we appreciated you."<\/p>\n
"I did."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
Linda wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
"I mean I thought you knew saying yes wasn't what made us love you."<\/p>\n
Nick didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Because, I realized, part of him had not known.<\/p>\n
Linda looked toward Rachel.<\/p>\n
"And I thought helping you was what mothers did."<\/p>\n
Rachel gave a small smile.<\/p>\n
"Sometimes it was."<\/p>\n
"Apparently sometimes it wasn't."<\/p>\n
"Sometimes I needed you to let me fail."<\/p>\n
Linda laughed shakily.<\/p>\n
"You were very talented at failure without help."<\/p>\n
Rachel laughed too.<\/p>\n
Nick covered his face.<\/p>\n
"That sounds more like this family."<\/p>\n
Something loosened around the table.<\/p>\n
The conversation didn't become easy.<\/p>\n
But it became honest.<\/p>\n
Linda admitted that after the television incident, she'd felt embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Not by Rachel's behavior exactly.<\/p>\n
By what it suggested.<\/p>\n
"If Rachel could tell her own children to do something like that because she was jealous," Linda said, "then I kept wondering where that came from."<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at her.<\/p>\n
"From me."<\/p>\n
"Partly."<\/p>\n
Linda nodded.<\/p>\n
"But when Candace canceled your birthday here, I became furious with her because it was easier."<\/p>\n
I hadn't expected that admission.<\/p>\n
Linda met my eyes.<\/p>\n
"You gave her a consequence I never would have given."<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
"And it made me feel judged."<\/p>\n
"I wasn't judging you."<\/p>\n
"I know that now."<\/p>\n
She gave a tired smile.<\/p>\n
"At the time, I decided you were trying to prove you were better than us."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because that's easier than admitting maybe you did something I couldn't."<\/p>\n
Rachel shifted.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
Linda looked at her daughter.<\/p>\n
"Say no to you and survive it."<\/p>\n
Rachel stared.<\/p>\n
Then she laughed.<\/p>\n
Not because it was funny.<\/p>\n
Because it was painfully accurate.<\/p>\n
"I really was awful."<\/p>\n
"You were spirited."<\/p>\n
"Mom."<\/p>\n
"Fine."<\/p>\n
Linda smiled through damp eyes.<\/p>\n
"You were awful sometimes."<\/p>\n
Nick leaned back.<\/p>\n
"Historic moment."<\/p>\n
"Don't push it."<\/p>\n
We talked until almost ten.<\/p>\n
Not continuously about childhood.<\/p>\n
Eventually the intensity became too much and the conversation wandered into ordinary subjects.<\/p>\n
Robert's blood pressure.<\/p>\n
Sam's school project.<\/p>\n
Whether the fence Nick was repairing would survive winter.<\/p>\n
But something important had been said.<\/p>\n
Nobody retracted it.<\/p>\n
When Linda stood to leave, she hugged Nick.<\/p>\n
Then me.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
She whispered, "I'm sorry I blamed you for changing him."<\/p>\n
I answered quietly.<\/p>\n
"I didn't change him."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the kitchen where he was arguing with Rachel about whether she had actually returned my casserole dish or merely found another one that looked similar.<\/p>\n
"He changed because he had to."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Linda left.<\/p>\n
Rachel stayed.<\/p>\n
She pulled the casserole dish from the grocery bag.<\/p>\n
I looked underneath.<\/p>\n
A small blue manufacturer's mark.<\/p>\n
"This isn't mine."<\/p>\n
"I knew it."<\/p>\n
Nick leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
"You stole someone's casserole dish."<\/p>\n
"I borrowed it."<\/p>\n
"From whom?"<\/p>\n
Rachel hesitated.<\/p>\n
"My neighbor."<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
"Rachel."<\/p>\n
"What? I was trying to do something responsible."<\/p>\n
"By stealing kitchenware?"<\/p>\n
"I said borrowed."<\/p>\n
I began laughing.<\/p>\n
Nick joined me.<\/p>\n
After a second, Rachel did too.<\/p>\n
It was ridiculous.<\/p>\n
Exactly the kind of ridiculous we needed.<\/p>\n
Then Rachel's phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
She checked it.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
She turned the screen toward us.<\/p>\n
A bank-transfer confirmation.<\/p>\n
She had sent the entire remaining television balance.<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
"You weren't supposed to pay this all at once."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Rachel, if you need the money\u2014"<\/p>\n
"I don't."<\/p>\n
"Where did it come from?"<\/p>\n
She put away the phone.<\/p>\n
"I sold some things."<\/p>\n
Nick's expression hardened.<\/p>\n
"What things?"<\/p>\n
"Nothing important."<\/p>\n
"Rachel."<\/p>\n
She rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n
"A handbag. A jacket I never wear. Some shoes."<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
"You didn't need to do that."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Then why?"<\/p>\n
She leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
"Because I kept looking at the payment schedule every month and thinking about the TV."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
"And I don't want to owe you anymore."<\/p>\n
There was no hostility in it.<\/p>\n
Just fatigue.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
Rachel looked relieved.<\/p>\n
Then she added, "And I started paying Mom back for the restaurant."<\/p>\n
Nick whistled softly.<\/p>\n
"You're going broke out of principle."<\/p>\n
"Apparently."<\/p>\n
I studied her.<\/p>\n
"Don't make yourself suffer just to prove you've changed."<\/p>\n
Rachel became serious.<\/p>\n
"I'm not."<\/p>\n
"Then what are you doing?"<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the front door through which Linda had just left.<\/p>\n
"Learning what things actually cost when somebody else doesn't quietly absorb the price."<\/p>\n
That was the most important thing she had said all evening.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Rachel picked up her purse.<\/p>\n
At the door, she looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Can the boys come over sometime?"<\/p>\n
The question was careful.<\/p>\n
Not assumed.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Her face softened.<\/p>\n
"This weekend?"<\/p>\n
"Saturday afternoon."<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
"I'll stay."<\/p>\n
"You don't have to."<\/p>\n
"I want to."<\/p>\n
That mattered too.<\/p>\n
She left.<\/p>\n
Nick locked the door.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, we stood in the hallway.<\/p>\n
Then he said, "Did my entire family just have emotional growth in our kitchen?"<\/p>\n
"Don't get excited."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Your sister stole a casserole dish."<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
Saturday arrived four days later.<\/p>\n
At two in the afternoon, the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
I heard Sam and Wyatt outside.<\/p>\n
Before I reached the door, Sam's voice carried through it.<\/p>\n
"Mom, why can't we just go in?"<\/p>\n
Rachel answered.<\/p>\n
"Because it isn't our house."<\/p>\n
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob.<\/p>\n
Such a small sentence.<\/p>\n
Such an enormous change.<\/p>\n
Then I opened the door.<\/p>\n
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