Halfway Home
“Not the same thing as normal, mind you, but they had their rooms, and I had mine. At least we weren't on top of each other, the way it had been on West Hill Road the last time I did the family bit. Susan stayed upstairs for the first day and a half, so I didn't see her at all. This I chalked up to female mysteries, recalling Brian's remark about her period. In any case, the connecting bathroom between our rooms required an extra alertness in the locking of doors. Once I went in to brush my teet...h and caught a faint whiff of bitter musk—a woman's blood. Instantly I thought of my mother, the only woman whose smell I'd ever known. Yet it didn't faze me at all, this coming full circle. It only served to reinforce the sense of natural history that clung about the beach house. The arrival of my brother's clan seemed inevitable as the cycle of seasons.Almost ordinary, especially when Brian and Daniel and I gathered for meals in the dining room. For supper that first night, Campbell's soup and peanut butter sandwiches, the three of us hunched at the table without a word.MoreLess
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