Fortunate Son

Eric still missed his brother every day. Now and then he made friends at school or summer camp, but he’d never met another soul who saw the world the way Tommy did. Tommy saw faces in rocks, and he laughed at big, broad things like fat trees and passing images in clouds. He knew Branwyn better than anyone and never got mad at Eric for needing her love too.

Eric didn’t feel close to Ahn. When he was smaller she was just always there — to dress him, feed him, make sure that he was in the right place at the right time. He played games with her after Tommy was gone, but he didn’t care about her.

Eric realized that he didn’t care about much. He had fun and was befriended by almost everyone, but he never minded having to go home or when someone he saw every day left for good.

No, he wasn’t close to Ahn, but he remembered one day sitting outside the pool area in a health spa in Palm Springs.

He and Tommy were five, and the smaller boy wanted to sit on the brick wall and wait to see if a roadrunner, the fleet-footed bird, might pass by.

Eric got bored and started asking Tommy questions.

He asked how it felt to break a bone. (Tommy had broken 7 7

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his finger, an ankle, his right leg, and his collarbone in falls.) He wanted to know what Branwyn wore when she went to bed. He asked Tommy if he ever wished that he and Branwyn were white like everybody else that they knew.

Tommy answered every question in his soft and slow voice.

“When my ankle broke it hurt so bad that I had to think that I was in another room from my foot,” Tommy said.

His mother wore a white cotton slip to bed, and he didn’t care what color they were.

Finally Eric asked Tommy, “Why do you think Ahn’s crazy?”

For a long time Tommy stared out into the desert between the cholla cacti and Joshua trees. After a while Eric thought that his brother had forgotten the question.

Then Tommy started talking in a voice so soft that he was in the middle of his answer before Eric realized that he was being addressed.

“An’ she’s been in the places where everybody’s sad all the time,” Tommy was saying.

“Who?” Eric asked.

“Ahn. She comes from far away in a war, my mom says. She’s always lookin’ to see bad things comin’, and that’s why Dr.

Nolan hired her, so she could see trouble before it gets here.”

Remembering these words in the bed, Eric sat up and turned the lamp on. She sees bad things coming, he thought.

Eric believed that Tommy understood things. Even now, after years, he listened to his brother’s words. Ahn knew what she was talking about. It was her job to see trouble coming.

With the sun rising over his dead mother’s garden, Eric decided that he would stay out of trouble as much as he could and that he would never put anybody in danger again.

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6

The morning after Elton and May were arrested, and Thomas was put in the holding cell, Madeline Beerman came to retrieve her grandson. She brought him home to her fourth-floor apartment on Denker and served him cornflakes for lunch. Thomas didn’t mind the breakfast food. He hadn’t eaten since the afternoon before because May and Elton were away at dinnertime and there was nothing he could eat in the refrigerator or the cupboards.

“I don’t want you thinking bad about your father because of what happened last night,” Madeline told him at the pine dining table that was crowded into her tiny studio apartment.

“Uh-huh,” Thomas replied, gulping down cereal.

“It’s really that May that’s the problem,” Madeline continued. “She’s been a bad seed ever since a long time ago when she was friends with Branwyn. She wants every man she sees.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I went to visit Elton in jail. He’ll be out in a few days. He says he wants you to come back and live with him and that he’s showing May the door.”

Thomas stopped eating and turned his eyes to Madeline.

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couldn’t say what he wanted. Whatever he said would cause trouble, and so he kept his mouth shut.

It was just as well that he did so. After three days in Madeline’s house, Thomas would have gone to live anywhere else.

There was only that one room besides the kitchen and toilet.

Madeline slept on the sofa, and Thomas was given a mat on the floor. Madeline watched television day and night, and the boy couldn’t get to sleep or look for his mother with his eyes closed because there was always somebody talking on the tinny TV speaker.

Madeline even kept the TV on when she was asleep.

“I use it for my sleeping pill,” she told Thomas on the first night. “I leave it on and it drowses me.”

When Elton came on the fourth morning, Thomas was actually happy to see him.

Elton wore his mechanic’s overalls. There was a bump on his right temple, and two fingers on his left hand were bandaged together.

“You ret to go, boy?” Elton asked.