and does it very well, and not long ago she was promoted to number two in the team. Professionally, things are coming along just fine for her.
Pa holds her in awe. He seeks out her opinion on various matters with great seriousness. âWhat are the prospects, Angela, of an early recovery from the recession?â Or, âIs it true that the poverty of the Third World is the most vital economic challenge of all?â âSheâs something else, that Angela,â he says to me in a hushed voice when she has temporarily left the room. âSo intelligent, so well educated. A fine young woman,â he says. âJust the sort of person weâre crying out for at the Network.A few more like her and weâd turn the whole thing around.â Angela returns, and Pa again assumes a shy, almost humble posture. She, of course, is embarrassed, and does her best to put him at his ease by giving him modest and respectful answers. She likes Pa a lot. âHeâs wonderful, your father,â she said to me after they first met. And then she put her arms around me and kissed me fully on the mouth. âJust like his son,â she whispered.
As a result of Angelaâs success at Bear Elias, Pa, like me, has had less opportunity to enjoy her company. I donât resent this one bit â I am delighted, I really am, that Angela is prospering to such a degree; nothing brings me more joy than the proud pleasure she derives from her work â but there is, inevitably, a flip side. While Angela has been on the up and up, I have been on the slide. The disparity is not trivial. Winners do not stick around for ever with losers. I also suspect that there comes a time when a woman takes a cold look at her partner and asks herself whether this is the man she wants to father her children. I walk over to the mirror. I do not see, in the rather shambling figure with the Breeze sloping shoulders reflected there, a likely paterfamilias.
But then I donât hold myself out as promising fatherly material. Although, at the beginning, we toyed like every new couple with the notion of a baby and tried out names for fantastical offspring, Iâve since made my position clear: Iâm not bringing another soul into this world, not if I can help it. As far as Iâm concerned, the Breezes have reached the end of the line. I said so in terms only three months ago: this is where the Breezes get off.
âBut why?â Angela said. âWhy, my darling?â
We were seated at that table there and had just finished eating. I pushed at my empty plate and picked up my glass of red wine. âItâs not justifiable,â I said. âWhen you look at whatâs going on, when you consider how, how, you know, how â¦â My voice broke. I speechlessly waved my hand and drank a mouthful of wine. âI donât know, Angie, bringing some poor defenceless kid into the world just so that we could have something to do with our lives â¦â I looked into the blues of her eyes. âI just donât think Iâm cut out for it,â I said. âSo manythings can go wrong. I mean, look at Pa. Look at what he goes through. I just couldnât take it.â
âJohnny, heâs happy. You could do a lot worse than have what your father has.â
âThatâs what worries me.â
She filled my glass. âBut without a family, what have you got?â There was affectionate tolerance in her face as she humoured me.
I said, âYouâve got a clear conscience, because you havenât inflicted life on anybody.â
She saw I was serious and came over and sat on my lap, her left arm hooked around my neck, her lips brushing lightly against my brow. âReally, Johnny? Is that how you really feel?â
I nodded. I was holding her tightly by the waist, my hand against her skin beneath her blouse. Her skin is always so warm.
âBut things arenât really that bad, are they?
Eric Flint, Charles E. Gannon