Patchwork People XXVIII Departures
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XXVII. Just south of normal.
For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the
meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and-
go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully
accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible
magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a
woman as resistant to miracles as they come.
Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level, forever.
There were signs, though, of the immovable object, if not actually
moving, then budging. There was reason to hope, Grace reported. But, then
again, she always said that. For Grace, there was always reason to hope.
"That's what hope is for, after all," she never tired of pointing out.
"It's what's left when you have no reason to think things can possibly
ever work out."
It was understood that Phoebe would eventually return East; it was the
terms that were being hashed out. Claire insisted that Phoebe go back to
rehab, and Marcia couldn't argue with her there, but it wasn't going to
work unless Phoebe was ready. Everyone understood that, except Claire.
Walt was working with Phoebe on that one. Claire also insisted that
Phoebe return to school, but, on that point, consensus disintegrated
altogether. The Hope Crossing faction, including Phoebe herself, held
firmly to the position that Phoebe should do whatever she wanted to do.
So long as that meant staying clean and sober. She could decide on
whether to return to school or not later.
Until things were hashed out, Phoebe was content to remain in Hope
Crossing. That meant getting up, grumpy and complaining, at the "insane
crack of dawn," to help Marcia do the baking for that day's Blue Cat free
specials.
"Listen," Phoebe would say, dramatically, cupping a hand to her ear.
"What is it?" Marcia, who knew by now the familiar punchline, but played
along.
"Nothing! For crissakes, not even the birds are up at this hour!"
Which was Marcia's cue to do her best chirpy bird whistle. "Listen,"
she'd say, "I think I just heard one!"
Then she'd laugh and Phoebe would harumph. But Phoebe's role as put-upon
grouch was little more than a playful act, part of the routine, as
routine as the making of the coffee and the setting out of the bowls, the
flour, the baking powder, the sugar, the milk, and the eggs. Phoebe
quietly slipped into one of Marcia's aprons and the two of them would get
down to work.
Once they got started, there were no more complaints about the earliness
of the hour or the work itself. Marcia was pleased to see how Phoebe took
to the craft of baking, seeming to love the art of making life a little
sweeter nearly as much as Marcia did.
She was great at the Blue Cat, too, helping out wherever was needed and
great with the customers, who all to a person loved her. She had a
natural touch with the eccentric characters who drifted into the shop,
handling these often vulnerable souls with as much delicacy and care as
she did their precious, often worthless, possessions.
"Glaciers melt," Grace opined, "maybe not in our lifetime, but they melt.
Actually, they're melting all the time."
Meanwhile, Walt kept fine-tuning the tandem bicycle. Hardly a day passed
when he didn't offer an update on his progress, even when progress meant
redoing some part he'd done, seemingly to his satisfaction, three times
already. The bicycle was close to being finished, just one or two
improvements away, for so long now that Marcia, laughing, couldn't help
but point out that those improvements would no doubt need to be further
improved the next day, ad infinitum. Date of projected completion: the
day after Eternity.
"You're like Sisyphus and this bicycle is your boulder," she joked.
Walt would feign offense and go stalking off with a banana nut bran
muffin.
"You wait and see," he'd say. "You'll change your tune when you're on
that seat behind me, baby. The best things in life are worth the wait.
This is going to be one sweet ride when it's ready."
"I believe you," Marcia would assure him, but it made no difference if he
ever finished the tandem. This life, as she was living it now, was sweet
already, sweeter than she ever would have dared to dream any life of hers
could ever be.
Phoebe swore that Walt was going to pop the Big question one of these
days, but, like the never-quite-finished tandem project, Marcia just
waved and laughed such talk off, embarrassedly sweeping it away as
quickly as possible. Walt hadn't actually asked her to marry him, and
wouldn't, she was certain of that. He would hint at the subject, implying
that they were already married, in effect, so why not go ahead and make
it legal? Marcia smiled and didn't take his talk about marriage
seriously. He figured it was something she wanted to hear, something to
make her feel good, and she was touched. Why press the issue, hold him to
impossible promises? Why make things any more complicated than they
already were?
He was frightened, Marcia thought without the least trace of bitterness
or resentment. She understood his fear, even if he never showed it. She
was scared, too. It made her nothing but sad to consider the obstacles to
the idea of them every being legally married, pointing out, as it did,
the limits society put on their relationship. If she were any other
woman, an ordinary woman, it wouldn't have been an issue.
"You're right," Grace had said, on the rare occasion they discussed the
subject. "If you were just an ordinary woman, it wouldn't be an issue. He
wouldn't want to marry you at all."
As she usually did, Marcia just smiled through such talk and moved on. In
the end, it wasn't important to her that she and Walt were married in the
eyes of the law, in the eyes of God, or in anyone else's eyes. Walt was
right when he said they were already "married." Marcia felt married to
Walt on a level beyond all that and that was enough. It was more than
enough; there were moments when it seemed too much, as if she might
explode into a billion atoms of pure joy.
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