come back or we wonât let them stay. Then thereâve been others . . . the winter is pretty rough here, some of the others just couldnât take it.â
Margaret was silent, her mind blown. We were married for a brief time, actually. Dolores. Which one was Dolores? Had she met her yet?
âAre you going to stay through the winter?â Mira asked. Her manner was solicitous but Margaret felt that her intentions were not.
âI donât know,â Margaret said. âI havenât made any plans.â
âYou donât need to,â De Witt said.
Margaret beamed at him.
âWhat about David?â Mira asked.
âWhat about him?â
âWell, I mean, will he be staying here with you?â
âI thought he was staying with all of us,â Margaret said, but then for De Wittâs sake added, âI met him onthe road. He was the one who told me about this place.â
Mira nodded. âHe knows Mitchell. Do you happen to know how he knows Mitchell?â
Margaret shook her head.
âDo you know if he plans to stay through the winter?â
âI donât know. We just happened to meet and come here together. Heâs free to do what he wants and Iâm free to do what I want.â Was she really lying here in a bed, a baby sleeping on either side of her, describing freedom to someone whoâd been living in a commune for two years?
âWhat he wants,â Mira said, âis to sleep in this room with you.â
âFine,â Margaret said calmly. âWhat bothers you about that? Aesthetics or morality?â Whoops. She was playing Roger to Miraâs Margaret. Maybe that was what bothered her so much about the other womanâthat she was a fun house reflection of all the hypocrisies in herself that Roger had made her ashamed of.
âOh, dear,â Mira said, âI see Iâve offended you. I didnât mean to do that.â
Like hell you didnât.
âItâs just that Paul and Starr have given up this room for you,â Mira went on sweetly, âand we were just wondering whether they should think of the new arrangement as permanent.â
âIâm sorry,â Margaret said, truly contrite, âI didnât realize . . .â
âThereâs nothing to be sorry for,â De Witt said. âButterscotch gave them her room with the double bed she didnât need anyway, and sheâs going to sleep on the cot in Doloresâs room.â
âAnd nobody minds?â
âAnd nobody minds.â He smiled at Margaret in a manner which, if it had been her own husband smiling at some other woman, would have been upsetting to her, but Mira registered calm.
âI have a favor to ask of you,â Mira saidâas though the previous conversation hadnât taken place.
The moon? The stars? Leave immediately?
âYes?â
âThe children are so anxious to see your babies.â She was positively winsome. âDo you think they might come up now? Theyâve been asking all day.â
Margaret laughed. âAre you kidding? Peopleâve been in and out of here all day, saying hello and everything.â
âI know, but I thought the noise might bother you, you know how children are.â
âSure,â Margaret said. âOf course. They wonât bother me at all.â
âOh, Iâm so grateful to you,â Mira gushedâas if it had been the moon and stars sheâd requested and Margaret had given in. She left to find the children.
âThese should do for two or three months,â De Witt said, tapping the wicker baskets. âWe donât have to think past then, for now.â
Margaret thanked him. âDoes it really not matter?â she asked. âThat I donât know what Iâm going to do?â
âNot to me, it doesnât. Especially since youâre paying your own way. To someone who worried ahead, it