gone?” I didn’t know what she meant and told her so. She didn’t speak for awhile, and I realized she was debating whether or not to continue. “Are you happy?” she finally asked.
I shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it in awhile.” There was something in her eyes. “What are you getting at, Vanessa?”
She sighed. “I don’t think you’re living your life, Jackson, not for a long time now.”
I grew still and tense. “Whose, then?”
“You know whose.” Her voice was soft and she shied away as if afraid I might hit her.
“No, Vanessa, I don’t.” I was getting angry and didn’t know why—didn’t want to know why. Denial was a weapon; it killed truth, numbed the mind, and I was a junkie. Part of me recognized this, the same part that knew where she was going, but I ignored that part. That part hurt.
“Damn it, Jackson. I’m trying to help.”
“Are you?” I demanded. “Who are you trying to help? Me or you?”
“That is not fair,” she said. I knew she was right, but I didn’t care. She was taking me places I didn’t want to go. “It’s you I’m worried about. It’s always you!”
“Goddamn it, Vanessa. That’s too much pressure. I’ve never asked for things to be the way they are. They just are.”
“That is your problem.”
I stared at her.
“Things never just are. We make choices, actively or not. You can affect the world, Jackson. Ezra’s dead. Don’t you feel that?”
“So we’re back to Ezra,” I said.
“We never left him. And that’s the problem. You’ve never left him. You’ve been living his life for more than twenty years, and you’ve never seen it.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about, and in that instant her face seemed to transform. She was like the rest after all. “No,” I said. “Not true.”
“Yes.” She tried to take my hand, but I pulled it back just in time.
“That is not fucking true!” I yelled.
“Why did you marry Barbara?” she demanded, and there was a stoic calm in her voice.
“What?”
“Why Barbara? Why not me?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do know. And always have.”
“You’re not making sense.” I watched as she came out of her seat, hands on the table that had fed her family for generations. She leaned closer, and I noticed that her nostrils were flared.
“You listen to me, Jackson, and you listen well, because I swear to God that I will never say this again. But I need it to be said. Ten years ago, you told me you loved me. You damn well meant it, too. Then you married Barbara. Now I want you to tell me why.”
I rocked back in my chair, felt my defensiveness, but couldn’t do anything about it. My arms crossed over my chest as if to protect my heart. My head rang, and I rubbed at my temples, but the sudden pain refused to die.
“You married Barbara because Ezra told you to.” She slapped her palm down on the table and I thought it sounded like a bone breaking. “Admit it. One time, Jackson, and I’ll never mention it again. You live Ezra’s life, his choices. Barbara’s family has a name; she went to the right schools, had the right friends. It’s true. Admit it. Damn it, Jackson, be a man.”
“No!” I shouted, suddenly on my feet. “I won’t admit it because it’s not true.” I spun from the table and pounded upstairs to get the rest of my clothes and my keys. She was wrong and I refused to take any more. Her voice followed me.
“What about children?” she shouted. “You always wanted children!”
“Shut up, Vanessa!” My voice broke as I said it. I knew that she did not deserve it, but I could not yell loudly enough.
“Whose idea was that? Huh? Whose idea, Jackson? You used to talk about it all the time. Lots of kids! That’s what you always planned—a houseful of them, a family to raise right, so you could be the father you wanted Ezra to be. Damn it, Jackson. Don’t run away from this. It’s too important!”
I ignored her. My shirt was on the floor and I found my keys under the bed. I pulled my shoes on without socks. The house was hot, stifling; I had to get out. I shouldn’t have come at all.
She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.
“Don’t leave,” she said. “Not like this.”
Her voice and eyes were both soft, but it wasn’t going to work. “Let