herself.â
âAre you sure we shouldnâtââ
âPlease donât ask me that,â she said. âShe asked me to wait, and I decided the ten minutes itâd take her to shower wouldnât make a whole lot of difference. God, I want a glass of wine.â
âYou could have a half,â I said. âWant me to open a bottle?â
âI think Iâll just shut my head in the sliding glass door a few times instead.â
âItâll work out,â I said.
âEmpty promise,â she said. âYou donât know that.â
The phone rang, and we looked at each other. It was loud. It rang again. âWe have to get that,â I said.
âI know,â she said, but neither of us moved. The answering machine picked up.
This is Sandy Wilkes
, Aunt Sandyâs voice said. We hadnât changed the message. It felt weird to keep it, weirder still to erase it. Weâd been meaning to get a new phone and save that one on a shelf in the closet.
If Iâm not here
, her voice said,
I must be out. Please leave your name and number, and Iâll get back with you as soon as I can.
I was holding her binoculars. We were sitting in her chairs. Delton was getting ready to use her monogrammed purple towels. The machine beeped, and then there was Carolynâs voice filling the condo, saying, âLeecy? Are you there? Jesus Christ, is Olivia with you? She left a note. Pick up. Goddamnit, I need you toââ
Alice was already at the phone, telling her yes, Olivia was here. âSheâs fine,â she said. âSheâs in the shower. She wanted to call you whenââ
Delton opened the bathroom door, stuck her head out. She said, âIs that my mom?â Then she saw me. âOh,â she said, and shut the door.
âSorry,â I said.
Alice slid a stool away from the little pass-through bar to the kitchen, looped the phone cord around her wrist, accidentally pulled the phone off the counter. âShit,â she said, trying to pick everything back up. âAre you still there? Hello?â She pressed the button a few times. Other than the shower running, it was dead quiet in the condo.
âSheâs gone?â I said.
âSheâll call back,â she said, and the phone rang again.
âIâm going back outside.â I motioned at the bathroom door. âGive her some space.â
She nodded, answered the phone. âHey,â she said. âNo. I dropped it. How are the twins?â
The pickup was past us, headed farther down the beach. Up north, some kids were setting off Roman candles. Somebody had a grill going on the strip of grass between the condos and the dunes. There was that mineral smell of charcoal in the air.
Alice had come to Florida when Delton was born, and when the twins were. She came for Maggie, too. When she got back that time, the Maggie time, all she could talk about was what a good father Mid was, how involved he was, how many diapers he changed. Weâd stopped at some chain restaurant on the way back from the airport. There were hockey sticks on the wall. She said, âBut here I am treating him like heâs some wonder of the world because heâs wanting to be a parent. To his own child.â Then she said, âYou know Ed came to see them and didnât even pick her up?â
Ed was Midâs brother. âIs he supposed to?â I said.
She looked at me. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy is it a big deal that he didnât pick her up?â
âSheâs his
niece
,â she said. It was clear exactly what kind of deal it was.
âI get it,â I told her. âIâm sorry.â
She went back to her cheese fries, got quiet, and I ordered another beer. That was basically how it went for the few years we talked about having a kid, talked about trying: Iâd make some error, and things would be sharp between us for a couple of days. What