The housekeeper and the professor - By Yoko Ogawa Page 0,63

But after the scoreboard had already registered two runs for the Tigers, the third-base umpire waved off the home run, signaling that the ball had hit the post and should be scored as a double. The Tigers protested and the game was stopped for thirty-seven minutes while the umpires deliberated. It was after ten thirty when it resumed, with two out and men on second and third. In the end, the Tigers failed to take advantage of the opportunity and the game went to extra innings with everyone in a sour mood.

As I listened, I thought about the Professor and our parting at the end of the party. Then I took out Euler's formula and studied it again.

I had left the door to Root's room ajar to be able to hear him. From where I sat, I could see the glove that the Professor had given him set carefully next to his pillow. It was a genuine, Little League–certified, leather glove, and he had been thrilled with it. After Root had blown out the candles and we had turned the lights back on, the Professor noticed the notes that had fallen under the table. The timing of the discovery was fortunate, since the first note he saw reminded him where he had hidden Root's gift.

The Professor was not used to giving presents. He held out the package as if he were unsure whether Root would accept it, and when Root came running to hug him and kiss him on the cheek, he squirmed uncomfortably. Root had been reluctant to take off the glove the rest of the evening and would probably have kept it on straight through dinner if I hadn't put my foot down. I found out later from the widow that the Professor had sent her out in search of a "beautiful glove."

At the table that evening, Root and I had done our best to behave as though nothing had happened. After all, the fact that the Professor had forgotten us in less than ten minutes wasn't necessarily cause for concern. We started the party as planned. We had lots of experience dealing with the Professor's memory problems. We would simply adapt to the new situation and cope as best we could.

And yet, something had changed, and, like the cake, I couldn't stop noticing the difference. The more I tried to convince myself there was nothing to worry about, the more troubled I became. But I couldn't let it spoil the party. We laughed and ate to our hearts' content, and talked about prime numbers and Enatsu and the Tigers winning the pennant.

The Professor was delighted to be celebrating an eleven-year-old's birthday. He treated this simple party as though it were an important rite, and I thought of how precious the day of Root's birth was to me, too.

Late that night, as I thought back over our celebration, I traced my finger over Euler's formula, careful not to smudge the soft pencil lines. I could feel with my fingertip the elegant curl of the legs on the π, the certainty and strength of the dot on the i, the decisive way the 0 had been joined at the top.

The game dragged on, and the Tigers missed several chances to end it. I listened through the twelfth, the thirteenth, and the fourteenth innings, unable to shake the nagging feeling that it should have been over a while ago. It was just one run, but they couldn't get it across home plate. The moon rose full and midnight was approaching.

He didn't know much about presents, but the Professor had a genius for receiving them. The expression on his face when Root gave him the Enatsu card was something neither of us will ever forget. He untied the ribbon and looked at the card for a moment. Then he looked up and tried to say something, but his lips just trembled as he held the card to his chest.

The Tigers never did manage to score that run. They stopped the game after fifteen innings, ruling it a tie. They had been at it for six hours and twenty-six minutes.

On Sunday, two days after the party, the Professor moved into a long-term care facility. His sister-in-law called to tell us.

"This is very sudden, isn't it?" I said.

"Actually, we've been planning it for some time. We were just waiting for a bed to open up at the hospital," she said.

"I realize we stayed past working hours the other night. This wouldn't have anything