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Daniel
is back in NY. But I have been thinking and thinking and thinking about the
conversation that I had with him on the eve of his departure.
For the first
time I told him frankly that I was not interested to in knowing anything
about Miki apart from his time with me in Montréal. My Miki who spoke French
and English, not the other one who spoke German and Hebrew. But he has become
absorbed in learning about the other Miki and has come to believe that the body
that is buried in the Baron de Hirsch Cemetery (where I sometimes go for
memories of my Miki) may not be his fathers. Because the Mossad played dirty
tricks on him. He even thinks that Miki may be alive, rotting in a prison
somewhere. (I have never known him to let his imagination run away like that.)
And he is thinking of having a DNA test done on the body, once this can be done
in Canada. I will have to talk to Greg about the legalities of the matter. But
if D really wants it I will not stop him.
I dont know
why, my journal, but the idea frightens me. When I think about it, it doesnt
really matter to me what body is in that coffin. A cadaver is a cadaver. What
matters to me is the memory of Miki, of the short but sweet times that we had
together. The memory that could almost be a fantasy, a dream, if it were not
for the reality of my children. His children. His flesh and blood, not his dead
bones. He loved his son and would have loved his daughter.
D'un œil pleure
Non, des deux yeux.
But Bob is
back in my life, and we will see each other tomorrow evening. His trip to
France, he said, he said, was to help his parents find a house in Marseille,
where they will move when his father retires later this year. And they
succeeded. Some day soon, he said, he will take me there.
He called me
last week, when D was still here, and there was something very comforting about
the call. I feel more comfortable with Bob than with anyone since
well, since
no one. With Miki the feelings had nothing to do with comfort, there was only
the excitement of being cra madly in love. Follement amoureuse.
And I have
often wondered, my journal, what would have happened to my crazy love, mon
amour fou, if Miki had not died when he did. I could never imagine it ext
burning itself out, but who knows? He hinted, after D was born, at moving to
Montréal to live with me at some time, eventu possibly having more
children, and I said That would be nice but afterwards I felt anxiety. About
what? I worried if I could still be a doctor, but of course I could; he had
lived with a career woman for many years. I was concerned about possible
conflicts over how to raise Daniel, not because of anything he said or did but
because he was such a strong-minded man. What I did not admit to myself till
after he was gone was that I was not sure that I would remain in love with him.
Constancy was not my strong point, as Tina always told me: youre just like
me, Mireille.
I am not like
Tina. Her affairs never go beyond a few months, and she prefers married men.
But still
I must spend
more time with her, my journal. I am losing my knack for thinking in English,
now that I mainly speak French in my personal life. Voilà trois biffures, mon
journal. Three cross-outs (?).
False
spring
He called Ora Rozen the next evening. It had been a year
since their encounter, and she was surprised to hear from him. What is the
occasion? she asked after an exchange of greetings.
Can
I call you Doctor Rozen, or not yet?
Ora
laughed. Even when I am Doctor Rozen I dont want you to call me that. But I
am not, not yet.
But
you know a lot about DNA, dont you? I mean, the latest about DNA
fingerprinting.
Why
do you ask? She laughed again. Did you make some girl pregnant?
Not
that I know of, he said, laughing too. Actually, what I would like to know is
if what you told us about DNA from skeletons can be used to identify an
individual one. The one thats supposed to be my fathers, to be specific.
Ah,
its interesting that you ask. I was recently at a conference and I heard a
talk by Alec Jeffreys, who invented genetic fingerprinting. He said that he is
working with German investigators on identifying the body of Mengele. You know
who that is.
Yes,
of course. My fathers uncle was in Auschwitz. Didnt they find his body in
Brazil about
five, six years ago?
Yes.
At least, the pathologists concluded that it was Mengele.
I
remember my great-aunt and her friends talking about it. Some of them were in
Auschwitz too; they still have the tattoos.
In
Israel it was the biggest news since Eichmann, but the government and the police
didnt trust the results, because there had been some other findings that
turned out to be false, so the German authorities decided to keep the case open
and eventually do a DNA analysis. Jeffreys started to work on it last year, and
he said that once the work is finished and the paper is published, probably
next year, it will be a routine procedure.
Thats
amazing! Daniel exclaimed. He couldnt wait to tell Cici about the success of
the first step of his journey.
But
why do you want to test your fathers body? Ora asked.
From
what your mother told me, he had enemies in Israel, and they played dirty
tricks on him, so maybe they didnt send the right body. I would like to know.
Very
interesting. There was a pause. And otherwise how are you doing?
Im
fine. School is good. I went to Germany last summer. I had a great time. And
now I have a girlfriend. He wasnt sure why he added the last detail. And how
are you?
I
dont have a boyfriend, Ora said with a laugh. Daniel waited for more information,
but none came.
What
about the one you had a year ago? he asked.
You
remember! She laughed again. Before he had a chance to say Of course I do
she went on. He finished his postdoc and he got a job in Texas.
He
waited for her to tell her more about herself, but she didnt, so he asked,
Hows your thesis coming along?
Its
coming, but slowly. I think I have another year and a half. She paused. So
maybe we can see each other again.
Was
she coming on to him? He now realized that he had mentioned his girlfriend
precisely, if unconsciously, to forestall such a possibility. But it didnt
seem to deter her, any more than her having a boyfriend the preceding year had
stopped her from accepting his advances.
He
decided to play innocent. Sure, he said, we can have coffee some time.
He
half-expected her to say Coffee isnt what I have in mind, but she
didnt. Coffee would be nice, she said. Maybe I can tell you more about the
progress of DNA analysis of dead bones. By the way, do you have e-mail?
No.
Try
to get it. Ive heard that Columbia will give it to undergraduates this year.
It will be a good way to stay in touch when I am not here.
So
maybe she wasnt coming on to me, he thought after hanging up. But then he
realized that though he was not in love with Cici, he was sufficiently taken
with her that he had stopped paying attention to girls possibly flirting with
him, and he had lost that alertness for attention-getting cues that had been
such a part of him for two years.
He
would need it again. It would not last forever with Cici: a year and a half at
the most. And even when youre nineteen, a year and half is not an eternity.
He
might even need it in the upcoming summer. The recent winter break confirmed
their tacit agreement that their major vacations would be separate, and he had
no intention, whatever he might do that summer, of spending it in celibacy.
And
what would he do that summer? He would start thinking about it come spring.
Meanwhile, the winter took on an erratic course. Early
February was springlike, and on a Sunday afternoon Daniel and Cici took a walk
in Central Park.
By
the way, he asked her after a lull in their conversation, what does Carmona
mean?
I
dont know what it means, but its the name of a town in the south of
Spain.
I
am also named for a town
I
know. You told us all about it in German class.
You
remember?
Sure
I do. I remember everything about you. I had my eye on you.
You
did?
Cici
laughed. Of course I did, and so did probably every other girl in the class.
You were the cutest guy there. But when you went for Karen, I was glad.
You
were?
You
know, for me at that time you would have been just another guy to cheat on Tony
with. And I liked it that you didnt just go for looks. Karen was smart and
funny. I knew her from Psych Club shes a year ahead of me, so I didnt have
any psych classes with her. By the way, I havent seen her this year. I wonder
what happened to her.
She
went back to Iowa. Her grades took a fall, so she was going to lose her
scholarship.
Cici
was silent for a while. Did it have anything to do with you?
In
a way, he said tentatively.
Let
me guess. She fell hopelessly in love with you, and you werent interested.
Not
exactly.
Then
what happened?
Well,
we were dating, and
and screwing, and it was sort of routine, but just before
the end of the semester she started having orgasms, which shed never had
before, and she went crazy over sex couldnt get enough and neglected her
studies.
Cici
laughed. Sounds like a morality tale, she said. But, about her falling in
love with you, I was joking.
What
do you mean?
Frankly,
I dont see you as the kind of guy that girls would fall in love with, at least
not yet. Lust, maybe: youre cute, and sexy, and sweet. Maybe a hundred years
ago, when girls werent supposed to feel lust, they might disguise it as
falling in love. Maybe some girls still do it today. But women, by and large,
look for some vulnerability in a guy, some place where they can take care of
him, where they can give him something of themselves. And you dont seem to
need anything.
I
dont?
Cici
laughed again. Psychological advice, maybe, but that brings out the aspiring
psychologist in me, not the woman.
I
see.
Anyway,
the upshot is that I feel safe with you.
From
what?
From
the risk of falling in love. Its the last thing I need at this time. Neither
do you.
Daniel
didnt feel so sure. Would he ever fall in love? What was it like? Perhaps it
wasnt so simple as Garance made it seem.
Over the Presidents Day weekend the weather turned cold
and snowy again, but the following Friday it was springlike once more. They
were together at his place in late afternoon, preparing to go out for an
evening of dinner and salsa dancing, when on the radio they heard the news of
the death of Margot Fonteyn.
I
saw her when I was eight, Daniel said, and my sister was five. My mother took
us to our first ballet. It was her farewell tour.
Do
you like ballet? Cici asked with a tone of surprise.
Sure.
Im not a big fan, but I like it.
Remember
when I was telling you about archetypes? Three years ago, when I was a senior
in high school, just before graduation, I went to see a ballet called Archetypes.
I hadnt heard that word before, so I looked it up and thats what got me
interested in Jungian psychology.
What
was it like?
What?
The
ballet.
It
was strange. It didnt seem to be about real people, but not so much archetypes
as stereotypes: clowns, executives in suits, a hooker
The hooker was danced by
Heather Watts, who is one of the main ballerinas.
Which
company?
The
New York City Ballet.
Lets
go see them some time.
Sure.
Their winter season is just ending. The spring season starts at the end of
April, though that gets close to finals. In between theres the Joffrey, though
I dont like them so much. But anyway, its time for us to do some dancing. Im
going to teach you some salsa moves.
The following week, in his German literature class, Daniel
learned the term Kadavergehorsam, meaning corpse-like obedience. The
word burrowed into his mind and made him dream of corpses, dreams that, on
awakening, he knew to be related to his father and his planned exhumation and
DNA testing. That realization, in turn, reminded him that it had been a month
since had spoken with Ora Rozen. He owed her a coffee date. He called, and she
agreed to meet him Friday afternoon in a coffeehouse on Amsterdam Avenue.
It
was a mild late-winter day, with the temperature near sixty degrees (Daniel had
by this time trained himself to think in Fahrenheit), and though it was breezy
and overcast, Ora came into the coffeehouse wearing slacks and a sweater, with
no coat. She looked quite fetching, even prettier than the year before.
Its
good to see you, she said, shaking his hand before sitting down. He felt
relieved that she had chosen this form of greeting.
Would
you like a cappuccino?
Sure.
Actually the owner of this place is Israeli, so if you ask for kafeh hafukh
they will make it exactly the way I like it.
It
didnt seem to Daniel that the coffees were prepared any differently from
standard cappuccinos, but it didnt matter to him.
After
bringing the cups to the table and sitting down, he said, You didnt tell me
much about yourself when we talked on the phone.
You
noticed. She laughed. Actually there is quite a bit to tell, and I dont like
long conversations on the telephone.
For
example?
For
example, I went to Israel last summer, and I went for two weeks to Cyprus with
my mother, and I met Stavros.
Really!
What did you think of him?
I
thought that he is very nice. A real gentleman. My mother and he really love
each other. He wants to marry her.
But
but isnt he married?
He
will get divorced. He is just waiting till the youngest child is grown up,
which is next
no, this year.
And
is your mother interested?
It
would mean moving to Cyprus. She could still do her work: she would join his
firm and she would have other lawyers in Israel send her clients. But shes not
sure. When shes with him shes almost ready, but back in Israel she changes
her mind. Like a woman! Ora concluded, laughing. By the way, she added after
a long sip of coffee, I have photos of them. In bathing suits! And of me too!
I
would love to see them.
All
right. Would you like me to bring them to your apartment?
Sure.
After
some ten minutes of chitchat, mainly about the Gulf War that was now winding
down the cease-fire had been declared two days earlier Ora glanced at her
watch and said that she needed to get back to the lab. She would come by next
week with the photos. Which evening will be good? she asked.
Uh
Tuesday? he said.
Ora
thought for a moment. Yes, thats okay, she said. About eight oclock?
Sure,
he said. He had thought of suggesting dinner together, but it seemed better
this way.
He
told her his address, which she wrote down on a napkin, and they said their
good-byes, once again with a handshake.
Oh, what a nice apartment you have, Ora said as Daniel
let her in. All by yourself?
Yes,
he said, I got lucky. He didnt want to specify what kind of luck it had
been, nor to mention the fact that a few months hence the place would be his
property, once the co-op conversion was completed. Would you like anything to
drink?
What
do you have? she said as she took off her raincoat it had not rained that
day, but one never knew and draped over the back of a chair. She was wearing
a tight-fitting knit dress.
Beer,
wine, soda, juice
Some
juice will be nice. Maybe orange? She sat down on the sofa and put her large
purse on the coffee table.
Sure,
Ive got it.
While
he went into the kitchen to get two glasses of orange juice, she began to take
her photos out of her purse. Do you want ice in your juice? he called out.
No,
thank you. No ice.
He
brought a tray with the two glasses and two napkins on it and placed on the
coffee table, taking care to avoid the photos that were now crowding it. Let
me see, he said.
Well,
first of all, here is my mother in a bathing suit.
Wow!
She looks good! A lot slimmer than when I saw her!
Ora
laughed. Every spring she goes on a diet so that in the summer she can fit
into a bathing suit. And last year she tried even harder, and lost even more
weight.
Because
of Stavros?
I
think so. Here is a picture of both of them at the beach. Stavros paunch also
seemed smaller than how Daniel remembered it. And here is me
I mean, here I
am. She laughed again.
Ora
really did look great in a bikini. She was standing next to a young man who
looked familiar to Daniel. Of course! It was the waiter at the Psarolimano!
I
know this man! Daniel said.
Kostas?
Is
that his name? Hes a waiter at the fish restaurant
Hes
not just a waiter, hes one of the owners.
Did
you have a
a thing with him?
Why
do you want to know?
This
is a little embarrassing
You
can tell me, I wont be embarrassed.
No,
not you, me. You see, when I was thinking about your mother and Stavros, its
its that I have a hard time imagining older people doing it, so I imagined you
and Kostas instead.
Hey,
you have not only a great imagination, but youre a prophet! The prophet
Daniel! She started laughing harder than ever, but she suddenly stopped,
leaned over to him and kissed him, hard and long. He felt paralyzed.
I
know you have a girlfriend, she said when she drew back, laughing again, just
like I had a boyfriend last year. She began playing with his fingers and led
his hands to her back, where she put the fingers of his right hand in contact
with the zipper of her dress. He knew that resistance would be useless, and by
now he could no longer think of any reason for it. He was conscious of how the
present circumstances were the mirror image of the previous years: Ora was
showing him her photos at his place, he had a girlfriend while she was single,
and she had kissed him.
In
the morning he made an early breakfast for them, and she left after a friendly
kiss.
By
then spring break was only a week and a half away. Cici would be going to
Florida for the week, while Daniel had not decided yet what he would do. He had
thought of staying in New York, possibly see some shows and hear some concerts,
but with Ora in town and Cici away it felt too risky. He did not feel like
joining the flocks of American undergraduates who, like migratory birds, flew
to Caribbean beach resorts (it seemed as if they no longer went to Florida) for
a week of carousing.
No,
he decided, he would go to Montreal. The mild winter in New York made him miss
the snow that he would certainly find in his hometown.
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