“You do understand that if I have the eggnog, I won’t be able to eat at all.”
“Then just think of it as table decoration. Can I take your jacket?”
She handed it over and he disappeared into the back again while Maggie continued to survey the scene. In no small way, it reminded her of the Christmas she’d spent in Ocracoke, which had no doubt been his intention.
She took a seat at the table, feeling content, as Mark emerged from the back with a coffee cup in hand. He set it before her.
“It’s just hot water,” he explained, “but I brought a tea bag if you’d like a little flavor.”
“Thank you.” Because tea sounded good, and the caffeine even better, she added the bag to her water, letting it steep. “Where did you get all this?” She swept her arm over the scene.
“The chairs and table are from my apartment—it’s actually my temporary dining set. The cheap tablecloth came from Duane Reade. More importantly, how are you doing? I’ve been worried about you since I saw you last.”
“I’ve slept a lot. I feel better.”
“You look good.”
“I’m a walking cadaver. But thank you anyway.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Haven’t we moved beyond that yet? Where you have to ask permission to ask me something?”
He stared into his cup of eggnog, his brow creased by a slight frown. “After we finished skating, you know, when…you started feeling bad. You said something like…Pac-Man? Or Packmin? Or…”
“Pac-Man,” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“Have you never heard of Pac-Man? The video game?”
“No.”
Dear God, he really is young. Or I’m getting old. She pulled out her phone, went to YouTube, selected a quick video, and handed the phone to him. He started the video and began watching.
“So Pac-Man moves through a maze eating dots along the way?”
“Exactly.”
“What did that have to do with the way you were feeling?”
“Because that’s sometimes how I think about cancer. That it’s like Pac-Man, moving through the maze of my body, eating all my healthy cells.”
As she answered, his eyes went wide. “Oh…wow. I’m so sorry I brought this up. I shouldn’t have asked…”
She waved a hand at him. “It’s not a big deal. Let’s just forget about it, okay? Are you hungry? I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and ordered from my favorite Italian restaurant. The food should arrive by eight.” Even if she couldn’t eat more than a few bites, she was hoping to enjoy the smell.
“Sounds great. Thanks for that. And before I forget, Abigail told me to wish you a merry Christmas. She said she wishes she could be here with us and that she can’t wait to meet you when she comes to New York in a few days.”
“Likewise,” Maggie said. She gestured at the gift. “Should I open it now, since the food won’t be here for a while?”
“Why don’t we wait until after dinner?”
“And until then, let me guess…You want to hear the rest of my story.”
“I’ve been thinking about it ever since you left off.”
“It’s still better if we end with the perfect kiss.”
“I’d rather hear it all, if you don’t mind.”
She took a swallow of tea, letting it warm the back of her throat while the years rolled in reverse. She closed her eyes, wishing she could forget, but knowing she never would.
“Later that night, after Bryce brought me home, I barely slept at all…”
The Third Trimester
Ocracoke
1996
Part of my insomnia had to do with my aunt. When I got home, she was still on the couch, the same book open in her lap, but when she lifted her eyes in my direction, one look was all it took. No doubt I was radiating moonbeams, because her eyebrows twitched slightly, and I finally heard her sigh. It was an I knew this was going to happen kind of sigh, if you know what I mean.
“How was it?” she asked, underplaying the obvious. Not for the first time, I found myself wondering how someone who spent decades squirreled away in a convent could be so worldly.
“It was fun.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool, even though we both knew it was pointless. “We had dinner and went to the beach. He built a kite with Christmas lights on it, but you probably already knew that. Thanks again for letting me go.”
“I’m not sure there was anything I could have done to stop it.”