told Donna her motherâs busyness was an escape mechanism. Donna said, âEscape from what? Mamaâs always been busy.â I guess itâs hard to see personality disorders in your own parents, but I could sure see it in Vivienne. Up and down, pouring tea, getting more hot rolls, bringing in dessert.
Dessert. Thatâs another food fettish. If you donât want dessert, youâd better say youâre highly allergic to it and your throat will close up if you eat a single bite. If you say, âNo thank you,â theyâll say, âOh, have some.â If you hesitate for a second, they take that as âYes, Iâd love a huge serving.â If you say, âNoâ another time, they think you mean âJust a medium piece, please.â And if you donât eat all of it, youâll get, âWhatâs wrong? Donât you like it?â After months of this, Joe finally told me, âI know your problem. Youâre allergic to natural foods like sugar and honey and cream. Whatâd they feed you up there, anyhow?â I realize by now I have a role too, that bastard of a son-in-law from Massachusetts.
Donnaâs role at Sunday dinner was to keep some banter going and to say things like âMama, the rice isnât sticky, itâs just fine,â or âDaddy, these tomatoes are so sweet and juicy! Did you grow them?â Sarahâs role at first was to laugh occasionally and turn her eyes to Jack. But the last few years that changed. She didnât have much to say, as if she were ill at ease half the time. At one point I almost felt a kinship, but her uneasiness was different. Just before she left, she would sit through the entire dinner without a word. I couldnât believe that no one else noticed it. Too busy in their own roles, maybe.
Then thereâs Jack. Youâd have thought he was blood kin the way Joe used to treat him. Heâs smart, Iâll admit. But itâs all in sales. I never could put him and Sarah together. Sheâs better suited to a musician or mime or circus performer or obviously a large-animal veterinarian, than to a rotarian president.
Donna says Jack will be here, but I havenât seen him. She doesnât miss a face. This place is packed, but sheâll go through whoâs here and what theyâre wearing and where theyâre sitting. I wonder if Jack will sit with the family, if he comes.
Iâve not seen him in a year or more. He and Sarah used to come over every week. Jack beat me on âThe Price Is Rightâ a time or two, but I took him on âJeopardyâ every time unless they had a car category like Autos of the â50s. Thatâs what we used to do when Sarah and Jack came over. Donna and Sarah would go to the kitchen and talk or take care of the twins, while Jack and I played gameshows. They quit coming over. Donna said she thought Jack was too busy at the car lot. I thought he might just be tired of my beating him at Jeopardy. But I guess he was busy. And to be honest, heâs done well. From salesman to head man. But the thing that gets me is, while he was talking his way up the dealership ladder and getting more money at every rung, I was paying out money and working my ass off to get a Ph.D. Seven years, it took me, mainly because I taught a full load the whole time. Three classes every semester, and one each session of summer school, too.
The whole time Donna was after me to let her have a baby. âJust one,â sheâd say, âjust one.â Then sheâd hang all over me and kiss my neck and rub against me. We couldnât afford a hamster much less a baby. But I promised her the day I got my hands on that sheepskin that said âAndrew Webster, Ph.D.â she could throw her pills out the window. She did. And I had her pumped up within a month. Even I couldnât believe Iâd get her pregnant so fast. Joe and Vivienne seemed happy and upset at the