still trying to do that. Still trying to find a safe radius somewhere in the world. Someplace where he could stop burning.
“Tom Denno is right, Vivian,” he said. “I’ve always been a soft apple.”
I wanted so badly to comfort him, Angela, but how? Aside from my presence in the car that day—as somebody who would listen to his awful story—what could I give him? I wanted to tell him that he was heroic, strong, and brave, and that Tom Denno and the rest of the 704 Club were wrong. But I knew this wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t have been able to hear those words. He wouldn’t have believed them. I had to say something, though, because he was in such pain. I closed my eyes and begged my mind for something useful to offer. Then I opened my mouth and just spoke—blindly trusting that fate and love would grant me the right words.
“So what if it’s true?” I asked.
My voice came out harder than I’d expected. Frank turned to look at me in surprise.
“What if it’s true, Frank, that you’re a soft apple? What if it’s true, that you were never made for combat, and you couldn’t handle the war?”
“It is true.”
“Okay, then. Let’s agree that it’s true, just for the sake of argument. But what would that mean?”
He said nothing.
“What would it mean, Frank?” I demanded. “Answer me. And take your hands off the goddamn steering wheel. We’re not going anywhere.”
He took his hands off the wheel, set them gently in his lap, and stared down at them.
“What would it mean, Frank? If you were a soft apple. Tell me.”
“It would mean I’m a coward.”
“And what would that mean?” I demanded.
“It would mean I’m a failure as a man.” His voice was so quiet I could barely hear him.
“No, you’re wrong,” I said, and I had never been more fiercely sure of anything in my life. “You’re wrong, Frank. It would not mean that you’re a failure as a man. Do you want to know what it actually means? It means nothing.”
He blinked at me, confused. He’d never heard me speak as sharply as this.
“You listen to me, Frank Grecco,” I said. “If you’re a coward—and let’s just say that you are, for the sake of argument—it means nothing. My Aunt Peg, she’s an alcoholic. She can’t handle drinking. It ruins her life and turns her into a mess—and do you know what that means? It means nothing. Do you think it makes her a bad person, that she has no control over booze? A failure of a person? Of course not—it’s just the way she is. Alcoholism just happened to her, Frank. Things happen to people. We are the way we are—there’s nothing to be done for it. My Uncle Billy—he couldn’t keep a promise or stay faithful to a woman. It meant nothing. He was a wonderful person, Frank, and he was completely untrustworthy. It’s just how he was. It didn’t mean anything. We all still loved him.”
“But men are supposed to be brave,” said Frank.
“So what!” I nearly shouted it. “Women are supposed to be pure, and look at me. I’ve had sex with countless men, Frank—and do you know what it means about me? Nothing. It’s just how it is. You said it yourself, Frank—the world ain’t straight. That’s what you told me, our first night. Use your own words to understand your own life. The world ain’t straight. People have a certain nature, and that’s just how it goes. And things happen to people—things that are beyond their control. The war happened to you. And you weren’t made for battle—so what? None of it means a damn thing. Stop doing this to yourself.”
“But tough guys like Tom Denno—”
“You know nothing about Tom Denno. Something happened to him, too, I guarantee it. For a grown man to come at you like that? With such cruelty? Oh, I promise you—life has happened to him, too. Something left him wrecked as a person. Not that I care about that asshole, but his world ain’t straight, either, Frank. You can bet on it.”
Frank started crying. When I saw this, I nearly wept, too. But I held back my tears because his were far more important, far more rare. At that moment, I would have given years off my life to be able to hold him, Angela—in that moment, more than any other. But it wasn’t possible.
“It’s not fair,” he said, through body-wracking sobs.