cardigans.â
âYes, she was pretty conservative,â Carrie said. âDid you have a chance to get a good look at her china? Her dishes were ancient. Probably from some relative. Her teacups were actually thin around the lip. I mean they were worn down!â
Suzanne said, âThatâs because she believed that drinking green tea would help push her cancer into remission.â
âThe poor thing. I read somewhere that youâd have to drink five hundred cups a day for green tea to make a difference,â I said. âBut what is truly interesting is that the Japanese get a lot less cancer.â
âThatâs weird. I wonder why?â Carrie said.
âThe only difference I could ever find in our diet and theirs was that they eat shiitake mushrooms like mad, a lot more fish, and way less gluten.â
âAnd they drink green tea all the time,â Suzanne added.
âListen,â I said, âweâre all gonna go someday from something.â
âTrue enough,â Carrie said. âNobody gets out of here alive. At least no one that I know of.â
We smiled at that. Carrie was amusing even when she didnât know she was.
âWell, Iâm not going to be happy until I can figure out why Wendy was wearing the bracelets you gave Kathy and what is up with her furniture.â
And I liked Suzanne because she was so pragmatic.
âI say that the answer is somewhere in Kathyâs boxes,â I said.
âI sure hope youâre right,â Carrie said. âI really donât like that woman.â
âSheâd be hard to like,â Suzanne said.
We rocked back and forth for a few moments, sort of mesmerized by the dayâs end.
âThis is such an amazing place,â I said. âHow long have you been living here, Suzanne?â
âOh, I donât know. Maybe fifteen years?â
âReally? Wow!â In my mind all I could do was quickly calculate and then wonder why Suzanne, who wouldâve been about thirty-Âsix at the time, would want to come and live with her grandmother, who wouldâve been right at eighty-Âfive. So I asked the question in the most diplomatic way I could. âHave you always lived in Charleston?â
Suzanne and Carrie exchanged looks.
Carrie said, âOh, for heavenâs sake, Suzanne. Tell her! Itâs not like youâre protecting a matter of national security!â
Suzanne took a deep breath and refilled our glasses.
âOkay,â she said, âdid you ever make a bad judgment and totally screw up your life? And no matter what everyone told you, you just kept making one bad call after another?â
âYou mean, like when I married Mark, who left me with an infant to go live in the deep woods in the Northwest to become a doomsday prepper and live in an underground bunker?â
Suzanne looked at Carrie and they burst out laughing. I joined in because what else could I do? It was just so ridiculous.
âThatâs a good one!â Carrie said.
âYeah,â Suzanne agreed. â That kind of bad call.â
âAnd he never sent any child support except for twenty dollars and a lottery ticket at Christmas?â I said.
âOh God,â Suzanne said. âThatâs terrible.â
âAwful!â Carrie said.
âAnd your own mother never fails to remind you that she told you so and that youâre still an idiot?â I tossed a crouton into the salad just to emphasize how incredibly unlucky and naive I had been, and that in addition to the price Iâd paid, I was, now and forever, the family dartboard.
Suzanne couldnât wipe the grin from her face. Her right hand was covering her mouth, and I could tell that the laughter she was holding back was in the tsunami range. She held her left hand in the air like a woman about to testify at a revival, took several gulps from the wineglass in her other hand, clunked it down on the table, and