their pretty legs, Bill told Anna Grey how his father owned a funeral home in Ambient, Wisconsin ( Where? Anna Grey had said), and how heâd offered Bill a junior partnership when heâd graduated from high school. But Bill was worried about the draft, and he had an idea about becoming a veterinarian, so Bill senior gave his blessing, even paid Billâs tuition on the condition he spend his summers at the morgue. Now, three years into his undergraduate degree, Bill was failing all his science classes. The army had stopped drafting people, and Bill wished he had the guts to drop out and go home. If heâd taken his fatherâs offer, he said, heâd be out in the real world, making money, instead of studying abstract ideas that meant nothing. As he talked, Anna Grey kept looking at the curious gray streak in his hair. (Later, his mother would tell Anna Grey heâd been born with it. The devilâs kiss, she said.) She wrote her phone number on a corn dog wrapper, and the other teacher giggled about it all the way home. âImagine all the dead people heâs touched,â she said. âImagine him combing some dead personâs hair.â In spring, when he bought the ring with his fall tuition money, the other teachers teased Anna Grey that heâd taken it off a dead womanâs finger. They said that on her wedding night, heâd ask her to hold her breath, tell her not to move.
Opposites attract: That was what people always said about Bill and Anna Grey. She was short, fair, talkative, while he was the quiet type, tall and dark. Back in those days, she was interested in politics. She supported environmental causes, hunger drives, and womenâs rights. It was true that Bill seemed to have no opinions whatsoever on any of these subjects. But sheâd grown bone weary of her life in Indianapolis, and she was still young enough to believe that change could only mean something good. Bill hada solid future; he loved her, he wanted a family. At the time, it had all seemed simple enough.
Math period ended; science began. Anna Grey divided the students into task groups, ignoring the groans of the three girls who got stuck with Gabriel. Their assignment was to design an ecosystem. All parts of the food chain were to be represented. If they didnât finish their ecosystems today, they could work on them again during science period tomorrow. She gave each group a poster board, tracing paper, and a stack of National Geographics ; they already had glue and scissors and markers in their desks. âPlan the whole thing out in pencil first,â she warned, and then she went back to her desk, where she took three Tylenol caplets with the gritty dregs of her decaf. She thought about Bill undressing for bed, his spare tire spangled with varicose veins. How last night, again, sheâd laid a warm hand on the small of his back and heâd twisted to look at her curiously. âWhat?â heâd said. â What ?â She thought about Marty, how heâd fumbled with the front of her bra until she guided his hands to the back. How she looked away, shy, when he kicked off his trousers and how thenâtoo quicklyâheâd slid up inside her so that she never actually saw him, and this left her even more unsatisfied than his odd, staccato rocking. Heâd looked at her , afterward, spreading her with his fingers to blow cool air on the place that didnât want cooling, and yet she had held his head between her hands until. he had blown the last of her desire out.
The lunch bell rang. Half the day down. At noon recess, a group of boys led by Bethany Carpenterâs own Robert Johnâa troublemaker if Anna Grey had ever seen oneâpinned Gabriel down and made him eat chunks of dirty slush that shot through the fence from the highway. The teacher on recess duty was Maya Paluski; she called Bethany at home, but Bethany had to clean house for someone in Killsnake and