we had the bills from his birth. I’d gotten some money out of my folks to pay for that, but I couldn’t keep asking them, and then they dropped the bomb on us about the surgery. Driving away from D.C., I thought about it nonstop, and the whole thing made me feel gloomy as all holy hell. Between the debt I was carrying and how shitty I’d felt since my brother died, it seemed impossible that I would ever pull it together enough that I could come back to where I belonged. I’d try to distract myself thinking about something different, but every time I drifted back, my brain wanted to crawl off to the corner and curl up in a ball. So I turned my mind to the subject I’d tried to keep it off lately, ever since I’d cleaned out the shed and tried to make good on my promises to Jill. I started thinking about Piper.
At the funeral she’d told me she was at the University of Vermont. A little bit of internet searching had informed me she was the president of a service group that did Christmas in April and Harvest for the Hungry and those types of things. It gave me a pang to see that, knowing that she might be impressed with the career of service I had ahead of me, if I’d still had it. At first I told myself I was just curious what she’d been up to, but in no time at all she had taken over my brain. At work, when I wasn’t watching basketball, I daydreamed conversations with her. Driving through Frasier, past all the familiar spots, I mused over the high school memories. And more and more, my thoughts had been drifting to her when I was with Jill. It wasn’t personal and it wasn’t even deliberate. I’d be making love to Jill, letting my mind wander to buy some time, and then Piper would get in there like smoke drifting in around a door.
As I came off the New Jersey Turnpike onto 95, I batted around which way to go, then took the exit toward Vermont. I didn’t think too hard or too deeply about it, just merged right. And then I kicked the radio volume up and didn’t think about much at all for the next few hours. It was as if I was finally able to turn my brain off, maybe because it had gone into total shutdown mode, like nuclear power plants do when a catastrophe is looming.
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It was late evening when I pulled up in front of Piper’s dorm building. I knew it was hers because I’d stopped in the Student Union and looked her up in the student directory at the front desk. That’s where I was that day: desperate in the job search, a stalker in my downtime. You’re really hitting rock bottom today, Cade, I’d told myself as I flipped through the directory, but of course I still had a long way to go.
Sitting there outside that old stone building, I knew she might not even be in there at all. But I didn’t care that much. Didn’t get out of the car and try to hunt her down. All I wanted to do was sit there and look at the things that were familiar to her. The giant oak. The light pole with the Ramones bumper sticker plastered to it. The fat guy in a trench coat with a head of wild, curly hair, walking out of her building and then, later, back in with a plastic grocery bag. I wedged my knee against the dash and smoked my last few cigarettes one after the other, watching for her, drinking in her world. Men walked by, and I wondered if any of them knew her. I kept picturing her face the way she’d looked at the funeral, her eyes all big and somber and seeming to hold a complete knowledge of what I’d lost. But watching the students come and go from the dorms made me think about Jill and me, too. I looked up at the lights in those windows and thought about the people who must be up there together, careless and whiling away the time as if it was nothing. Jill and I had been that way once, and not all that long ago, either. Almost as soon as I met her, I fell so hard for her. I knew I still loved her