Wood - Upstate

F irst he would have to go and see his mother. He would tell hersomething about Vanessa, not everything of course. The home, six miles along a favorite road, was a formidable old place, with that gray strictness of the north he loved. But now it looked abandoned: everything was in wintry abeyance. Four years she had been living there, and he was still never sure how to announce himself. It was also ridiculously expensive, he could no longer afford it. What did she, what did he , get for the money? Two small rooms rather than one, extra space for the dark massing of a lifetimes heavy old furniture; and maybe she got two biscuits with her tea on Fridays.

He made his way through two huffing fire doors, which bottled a weekends stale yeast. School food. Outside his mothers room (Clarendon), he gathered himself a bit like a clown, pulling up his trousers, dusting down his coat, and entered with a light knock. The television was off, thank goodness. She was asleep in the chintz chair his father had used as the family throne, issuing directives and decrees from behind his newspaper. She was tiny, sunken, some of her teeth were out. The old music hall joke Her teeth are like stars. They come out at night . But it was early afternoon. As she breathed, something seemed to catch in her throat. Shed always had a large nose, and now she seemed to be reducing around it, shrinking down to bone, the nose tenacious, final, rootlike. I have hers, so this will be mine, right enough. He knelt beside her, and whispered. She opened her eyes, and said with slight affront, When did you get here, Alan? as if hed been spying on her.

Just a second ago.

Fetch me my teethby the side of the bed, please, in the glass. She turned away from him to insert the plate. Now we need to call for some tea and biscuits. Theyll bring it, if you ask. As a child, in a lower-middle-class suburb of Edinburgh, she had made herself unpopular at school by affecting an English, or maybe Anglo-Scots, pronunciation; since his dads death, her accent seemed to have moved up the ranks again, by another notch or two. It usually had the effect of making her sound slightly irritable.

In truth, these days she sounded like the mistress but looked more like the servantshort, bent, too modestly or shabbily dressed today.

You dont need to wear this shawl thing, do you? he said, lifting it over her shoulders.

Certainly not, I just put it on for my nap. Thank you You look very tired. You know you cant burn your candle at both ends.

A Roman candle, maybe? He had just had his sixty-eighth birthday. How are you?

All right, I suppose but this English view isnt my landscape, of course, she added, gesturing at the window with splendid authority.

Well, its not a bad one, he said, looking at the line of leafless trees, and the icy hills. He was paying for that English view. And weve been over this. You dont want to live with me, you need your independence, though it would be a lot cheaper if you did move in with us.

Absolutely not. I took in your grandmother, as you perfectly well know, and it made my fifties a complete blank . All I did, day after day, was look after her. Ill never do that to you.

In that house, the two women had seemed to detest each other; with stealthy expertise, each made the other immovably depressed.

But you want me to visit. And I want to visit you. He took her hand. Youre no good to me three hours away up in Scotland, even though youd have your own landscape there. He said it gently.

The tea arrived, carried by a very red teenage boy. He offered a biscuit to both of them, and then left, making sure to take the full plate with him.

Wartime rations round here! said his mother. The young man appeared again.

Mrs. Querry, he said, Im supposed to remind you that the residents are gathering at three-thirty in the sun lounge for the winter flu vaccination. Its, you know, the booster for them that missed it first time round. Need any help?

No, I have my son. Thank you.

The room could have been a lot worse. High ceilings with ornate moldings, Roman laurels almost; textured wallpaper with chips in it like slivered almondsthough in fact these always made him think of splinters caught under a childs skinall painted a pleasant cream. And parental things he had known all his life: a watercolor reproduction of Durham Cathedral, an antique mirror that you couldnt really see yourself in (it looked valuable but he knew it wasnt), a cushion whose faded lilac cover, bought by him at Heals, London, on the Tottenham Court Road, had not been replaced in thirty years at least. It was all pretty good, or as good as can be when ones whole life has been reduced to souvenirs of selfhood. It was a nice place. But he couldnt afford it any longer.

She looked at him with her pale blue eyes: Vanessas.

This whole place is up in arms! My next-door neighbor lost her hearing aid yesterday, she put it in some tissue paper on her bedside table and the cleaner threw it out by mistake, she thought it was a bit of rubbish. And in the room thats just two doors down the hall, Mary Binet is furious because she likes to talk French to another woman here who can understand it, shes the only woman who can, and now Marys been told to stop talking French by the staffapparently, someone else, we all assume its one of the residents and I have a very good idea who , has complained that theyre speaking a secret language to exclude everyone else. Ill miss it, I couldnt understand what they were saying, but I liked hearing the French And now the manager is leaving at the end of the month, shes only been here for six months, shes Czech I think, a nice woman though for some reason she hates to be thought of as Polish

He interrupted her. Ma, I have to go to America for a week.

America? Well, well. On business? She had always enjoyed enunciating those words, so he spoke them back to her, with finality:

On business.

Well, dont get caught up in anything.

Caught up in anything?

Its a dangerous place, from what I hear There was that terrible thing with the towers. Youll go and see Vanessa? Shes always wanted you to visit her in in that place

In Saratoga Springs.

Yes, I wanted to say Sarsaparilla.

I will see her. And Josh.

Oh good lord courage, there! Hes far too young, and certainly not good enough for her

Youve never even met him!

Yes, thats two of us, but I do have a telephone here, you know, I get reports , and I was about to saybefore you interrupted methat Vanessa isnt getting any younger, is she?

Ma, I cant keep up with younow youre giving him your blessing?

Well why shouldnt the poor thing have a boyfriend? Maybe Josh is the one? And when they marry, youll blame him for taking Vanessa away

Oh, Vanessa was already away. Well away. She did her Ph.D. there, not here, after all. That was the beginning.

Silly girl. It was a shame she didnt come back at Christmas. I suppose shed rather spend time with her beau. There was a moment or two of old-fashioned silence: the tick of his mothers fancy carriage clock. His gift.

Alan love, can you help me to the sunroom? I want to get there earlywhile the needle is still sharp

They smiled at each other, and he helped her up and went beside her as she gripped the mouse-gray tubular walker, a marvel of engineering, as strong as a weight lifter but as light as the bones of a very old lady, with wheels on the front and two splayed yellow tennis balls stuck on the back legs. These dragged along the carpet as the aged couple, mother and son, moved slowly down the corridor.

T he House of Querry certainly looked goodas if it were built on rock rather than sand. A curved gravel path (as he drove up it now, his car tires ground and displaced the little blanched pebbles in an expensive flurry), ample stones, tall windows, a black metal S to keep some sagging stonework together, a stout old front door, a bent black iron boot scraper (the kind you could never buy, only inherit). It was circa 1860. Alan Querry hadnt built it, but sometimes felt as if he had. Here he and Cathy had brought up Vanessa and Helen, and here he had raised them, after Cathy walked out. Here was the window hed replaced, on his own, there the guttering hed fixed, on his own, there the garage roof hed replaced with the help of Rob, the slightly retarded odd-job man from the village.