Rapture

Now that the right moment seemed to be at hand, he felt tense and nervous. Twice he couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted to say to Georgianne. He felt intimidated by the new sense of self-assurance that radiated through the telephone. She was on a positive upswing, and that threatened to disarm him completely.

On the first Tuesday in February, Jeff had to force himself to say something explicit to Georgianne. Get it out in the open. He planned to fly to New York the next week, or the week after at the latest, and she had to be told. This wasn't going to be another vacation, nor would he try to revive the spurious Union Carbide connection. He wanted Georgianne to know that he was making the long journey for the sole purpose of seeing her and being with her.

It felt like the most important day in his life. He came home from work and had two cold beers to take the edge off and settle himself. He went about his ritual preparations and then sat staring at the fish in the aquarium, as if they could help him plan his words. His mind had a way of going blank at important moments, and this was one of them. You can't rehearse real life, he thought glumly. Feeling heavy and slow, he picked up the telephone. The rhythm wasn't there. He disconnected, got a new dial tone, and then tapped out the sacred numbers correctly. He and Georgianne chatted for a few minutes, and when she mentioned Bonnie, he took it as his opening.

"What about L.A.?"

Bread on the water. A slight pause.

"Los Angeles? What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. You've been thinking of selling the house and moving to Boston this summer."

"Yes, it's an idea," Georgianne said as if it were more than just an idea. And then she confirmed this. "I've just been looking through some study programs."

"Well, good. But, as I said, what about L.A.? Anything you can do in Boston you can do here, and the weather is a lot better."

Hesitation.

"Oh, Jeff, I'd love to come out and see L.A. and visit you sometime, but-"

"No, I mean why don't you think about living out here?"

"I couldn't possibly." Quick, definite.

"Why not?"

"Jeff, it's so far away."

"No it's not. It's just down the road from here."

It was such a feeble attempt at lightness that Jeff was oddly annoyed when Georgianne laughed. She was taking it as a joke, ignoring the very clear implication of his remark.

"It's the other side of the country," she said. "If I do move, it'll be to some place where I'm still close to Bonnie."

"Anywhere in the country is only a few hours' flying time," he pointed out lamely.

"That's not the same thing," she replied.

"No, really. Stop and think about it for a minute," he urged reasonably. "How often do you see her now? At Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter, and then in the summer. If you were in California, you'd still see her at those times. When a kid is away at college, the distance, the exact mileage, doesn't make a whole lot of difference."

"I guess that's true," Georgianne said dubiously. "But if I moved to Boston I'd be able to see her much more often. Every weekend, at least."

Jeff couldn't argue with that. It was a mistake, a digression. He had the nasty feeling that things were quickly slipping away from him now. The whole point of her moving to L.A. was that he loved her, and if she still didn't have a clue about that, he wouldn't get anywhere. Perhaps it had been a blunder to put himself in this position on the damn telephone.

"Oh, I wanted to tell you," he started over, "I'm coming to Danbury again."

"How nice. It'll be good to see you. When are you coming?"

She did seem pleased, he thought hopefully. "Pretty soon," he said. "Next week, or the week after, maybe. Which would suit you better?"

Silence. A sickening sensation. He could almost see the puzzlement on her face.

"Uh ... doesn't it depend on your work, Jeff? You are coming to see the people at Union Carbide, aren't you?"

"No, that's all over. I told you about that the last time I was there."

"Oh, yeah, I guess you did." Pause. "Well ...

"This time I was planning to come back ... just to take a few days off and ... see you."

"Oh."

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

No, of course not. But I am working full time now, and I get home pretty beat at night. I mean, it would be great to see you again, but I just don't have much time during the week. Not time when I'm fit company for anybody."

"So? How about if I turn it into a long weekend? That's easy enough to arrange."

"Yeah ... but I'm just waiting for the weatherman to say we're going to have a halfway decent weekend so that I can go up to see Bonnie again."

"Fine. I'll come on the next lousy weekend. We can sit around the fire, have a few drinks, and watch the snow drift."

"Jeff, you don't have to."

"What if I want to?"

"Yeah, but I'm just saying you don't have to."

"I don't understand."

"You were very kind to me, Jeff. You were really very good to me, and it meant a lot. But I'm better now. I feel like I've finally gotten up off the floor and-"