ecological reasons would he eschew the plastics, but for sentimental ones. Like so many others of his generation, heâd grown up with a classic red metal wagon: first heâd been carted around in it by his parents, and then, later, when he was big enough to pull it himself, heâd used it to tow the pots and pans and wooden spatulas Gwen had given him as playthings. He used his imagination to color in the fantasies, to brighten those hours of magical aloneness he spent outdoors. If theyâd ever had a child, Mark would have raised him the same way. But, of course, they didnât. There was no one to be raised in or out of his image, which was simply the fact of the matter.
âIn ten more years, towns like this wonât exist,â Mark said. âDid you see all those For Sale signs? Everything is empty. Itâs just not cost-effective to live in the middle of nowhere. Itâs irresponsible.â
âYour parents live in the middle of nowhere,â she said.
âItâs different. They live off the grid.â
âNo,â she said. âThey donât. They arenât farmers. Theyâre retirees. They couldnât live without access to the city.â
âMy father still teaches.â
âHeâs emeritus. He teaches once a year,â she said. Then, after a beat: âWhen he feels like it.â
Mark didnât understand why she was being so aggressive, perhaps because heâd been finicky about the coffee. âYou love my parents,â he said.
âI do love your parents,â she said. âI love them more than my own. I donât know what Iâd do without them in my life.â
Other wives made similar avowals to their husbands and they didnât mean a single word. But something Mark loved about Maggieâsomething he was genuinely thankful forâwas that she did love his parents. And they loved her. Theyâd taken her in so keenly, so dearly. Maggie had a way of bringing out the best in Robert and Gwen. Around her, their eccentricities fell away. His mother especially seemed to understand, without ever being explicitly told, that Maggieâs childhood had beenâto put it kindlyâsubpar. Maggie was the first girl with whom his mother hadnât tried to compete. Instead, Gwenâlike Mark, like Robertâhad fallen quite quickly in love with Maggie.
âI only meant,â he said, âthat if they wanted, they could live without access to the city. But they donât want to.â
Maggie nodded. âI know,â she said. âIâm sorry. I know exactly what you meant. Iâm being snippy. My mind is somewhere else.â
Mark had a great affinity for Maggieâs mind. Heâd fallen first, yes, for her looksâthat goofy gap between her teeth hidden always just behind her plump upper lip. But heâd been seduced ultimately by her brainâits quirks, its ambitions. There were nights still when he would wake with a start, fearing the evening on the riverboat had been a dream, fearing heâd never met her. Lately, though, he was frightened that her mind might be morphing. He wanted desperately to keep it safe and steady.
âWhere is it now?â he said. âYour mind? What are you thinking?â
âAre you making fun?â
âNot at all,â he said. âTell me.â
She massaged the steering wheel with both hands. After a minute, she said, âDo you think you willfully see the worst in people?â
âHow do you mean? I donât understand.â
âTypically speaking, do you think youâve been pessimistic or optimistic?â
âOptimistic,â he said. âWhereâs this coming from?â
âTypically speaking,â she said, âdo you think youâve been even-tempered or are you prone to moodiness?â
âMoodiness?â he said. âIs this part of your test?â
âStrong changes of mood,â she
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