who gives up easily. Maybe Ivan got all gooey-eyed over you there in Kiev, but I can hold my own, thanks a lot. I can definitely outdress you, you poor thing. Where did you get those clothes? Hand-me-downs from some farmer's daughter?
"I must take her shopping," said Ruth to Ivan. "Please tell her - we must spend an afternoon together at the mall."
"Oh, definitely not," said Mrs. Smetski, intervening before Ivan could even translate. "You and Vanya will be together all the time. I find American clothings for Katerina."
If Mrs. Smetski had ever looked at me the way she's looking at this shiksa, I would never have had a moment's worry.
And then it dawned on her. Mrs. Smetski always wanted a shiksa for her boy. For her Russian boy. She was one of those self-hating, anti-Semitic Jews! Hadn't Ivan told her that it was entirely his father's idea to become serious Jews and emigrate from Russia on a visa to Israel? Mrs. Smetski never wanted Ivan to become serious about his Jewish identity. She wanted him to marry a nice Russian girl, and... he-e-e-e-ere's Katerina!
They were speaking Russian together, all of them, as if Ruth did not exist, as if courtesy were an old legend that no one believed in anymore.
Ruth felt a momentary twinge of despair. I've already lost. They've formed a closed group now. Ivan's already got his protective-male thing going with her, and his father is fascinated by every word she says, and Mrs. Smetski is absolutely in love with her. Mrs. Smetski looks so smug. As if she had defeated me. And maybe she has. Definitely she has. I'm gone. If only I had my own car and could just get out of here and drive home by myself and...
Mrs. Smetski already knew. That's why she wanted separate cars. She knew that the Crown Victoria would be way too crowded on the trip home because she knew this shiksa was getting off the plane. Ivan must have told them. But no one bothered to tell me.
Ruth couldn't let this deception go unchallenged. "So, when did you call your parents and tell them Katerina was coming?"
They all looked at her like she was crazy. "He didn't call," said Professor Smetski.
"I didn't even know I was bringing her till the last minute," said Ivan.
He certainly didn't seem to be lying.
Only Mrs. Smetski said nothing. Because she knew. Somehow, even without a phone call, she knew. And, dear sweet compassionate loving gracious woman that she was, she had tried to spare Ruth's feelings by giving her an escape route so she wouldn't have to suffer the long ride home from the airport trapped in the back seat with Ivan and his...
On impulse - on damnable, uncontrollable impulse - Ruth asked him point-blank. "So, are you and Katerina engaged already, or are you waiting to make it formal until you've had a chance to get rid of me?"
The embarrassment on all their faces. How inconvenient of her, to lay it on the line like this. To demand that they face up to what was obvious to all of them. Oh, is this making you uncomfortable? You poor dears.
"Ruthie, don't be silly," Professor Smetski was saying, "Vanya is just helping her on the - "
Ivan held up his hand to stop his father. "I don't know, Ruth, I don't know how you - I wanted to have a chance to talk to you alone, I didn't want it to be right here, but..."
Ruth's heart sank. She wanted to cry, in shame, in grief. "You are engaged?" Ivan shook his head.
Ruth knew a moment of hope. Still a chance. "We're married," said Ivan.
It struck her like a blow. Married. The door, not just closing, but closed, locked, slammed in her face. Married! "How... sudden," she said.
She turned her back on them then. They would not see the tears that leapt into her eyes.
She felt his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. "I'm sorry I didn't write," he was saying. "Or call. I know it's hard to believe, but I really couldn't. And it wasn't as sudden as it seems, either, it... Ruth, you have to believe me, I didn't want it to be this way."
"If you didn't want it to be this way," she said, controlling her voice almost perfectly, "then it wouldn't be this way, would it? Or are you seriously telling me the two of you had to get married?" Ruth turned around and pointedly scanned Katerina's body,