Anne Tyler - Back When We Were Grownups  

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O nce upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

She was fifty-three years old by thena grandmother. Wide and soft and dimpled, with two short wings of dry, fair hair flaring almost horizontally from a center part. Laugh lines at the corners of her eyes. A loose and colorful style of dress edging dangerously close to Bag Lady.

Give her credit: most people her age would say it was too late to make any changes. Whats done is done, they would say. No use trying to alter things at this late date.

It did occur to Rebecca to say that. But she didnt.

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On the day she made her discovery, she was picnicking on the North Fork River out in Baltimore County. It was a cool, sunny Sunday in early June of 1999, and her family had gathered to celebrate the engagement of Rebeccas youngest stepdaughter, NoNo Davitch.

The Davitches cars circled the meadow like covered wagons braced for attack. Their blankets dotted the grass, and their thermos jugs and ice chests and sports equipment crowded the picnic table. The children were playing beside the river in one noisy, tumbling group, but the adults kept themselves more separate. Alone or in twos they churned about rearranging their belongings, jockeying for spots in the sun, wandering off hither and yon in their moody Davitch manner. One of the stepdaughters was sitting by herself in her minivan. One of the sons-in-law was stretching his hamstrings over by the runners path. The uncle was stabbing the ground repeatedly with his cane.

Goodness, what would Barry think? (Barry, the new fianc.) He would think they disapproved of his marrying NoNo.

And he would be right.

Not that they ever behaved much differently under any conditions.

Barry had a blanket mostly to himself, because NoNo kept flitting elsewhere. The tiniest and prettiest of the Davitch girlsa little hummingbird of a personshe darted first to one sister and then another, ducking her shiny dark cap of hair and murmuring something urgent.

Murmuring, Like him, please, maybe. Or, At least make him feel welcome.

The first sister grew very busy rummaging through a straw hamper. The second shaded her eyes and pretended to look for the children.

Rebeccawho earned her living hosting parties, after allfelt she had no choice but to clap her hands and call, Okay, folks!

Languidly, they turned. She seized a baseball from the table and held it up. No, it was bigger than a baseball. A softball, then; undoubtedly the property of the son-in-law stretching his hamstrings, who taught phys ed at the local high school. It was all the same to Rebecca; she had never been the sporty type. Still: Time for a game, everybody! she called. Barry? NoNo? Come on, now! Well say this rock is home plate. Zeb, move that log over to where first base ought to be. The duffel bag can be second, and for third... Whos got something we can use for third?

They groaned, but she refused to give up. Come on, people! Show some life here! We need to exercise off all that food were about to eat!

In slow motion they began to obey, rising from their blankets and drifting where she pointed. She turned toward the runners path and, Yoo-hoo! Jeep! she called. Jeep stopped hugging one beefy knee and squinted in her direction. Haul yourself over here! she ordered. Were organizing a softball game!

Aw, Beck, he said, I was hoping to get a run in. But he came plodding toward her.

While Jeep set about correcting the placement of the bases, Rebecca went to deal with the stepdaughter in the minivan. Who happened to be Jeeps wife, in fact. Rebecca hoped this wasnt one of their silly quarrels. Sweetie! she sang out. She waded through the weeds, scooping up armfuls of her big red bandanna-print skirt. Patch? Roll down your window, Patch. Can you hear me? Is something the matter?

Patch turned and gazed out at her. You could tell she must be hot. Spikes of her chopped black hair were sticking to her forehead, and her sharp, freckled face was shining with sweat. Still, she made no move to open her window. Rebecca grabbed the door handle and yanked itluckily, just before Patch thought to push the lock down.

Now, then! Rebecca caroled. Whats all this about?

Patch said, Cant a person ever get a moment of peace in this family?

She was thirty-seven years old but looked more like fourteen, in her striped T-shirt and skinny jeans. And acted like fourteen, too, Rebecca couldnt help thinking; but all she said was, Come on out and join us! Were starting up a softball game.

No, thanks.

Pretty please?

For Lords sake, Beck, dont you know how I hate this?

Hate it! Rebecca cried merrily, choosing to misunderstand. But youre wonderful at sports! The rest of us dont even know where the bases go. Poor Jeep is having to do everything.

Patch said, I cannot for the life of me see why we should celebrate my little sisters engagement to ato a

Words appeared to fail her. She clamped her arms tight across her flat chest and faced forward again.

To a what? Rebecca asked her. A nice, decent, well-spoken man. A lawyer.

A corporate lawyer. A man who brings his appointment book to a picnic; did you notice his appointment book? Him and his yacht-looking, country-club-looking clothes; his ridiculous yellow crew cut; his stupid rubber-soled boating shoes. And look at how he was sprung on us! Just sprung on us with no warning! One day its, oh, poor NoNo, thirty-five years old and never even been kissed so far as anyone knew; and the next dayI swear, the very next day!she pops up out of the blue and announces an August wedding.

Well, now, I just have a feeling she may have kept him secret out of nervousness, Rebecca said. She didnt want to look foolish, in case the courtship came to nothing. Also, maybe she worried you girls would be too critical.

Not without reason, she didnt add.

Patch said, Hogwash. You know why she kept him secret: hes been married once before. Married and divorced, with a twelve-year-old son to boot.

Well, these things do happen, Rebecca said drily.

And such a pathetic son, too. Did you see? Patch jabbed a thumb toward the children by the river, but Rebecca didnt bother turning. A puny little runt of a son! And it cant have escaped your notice that Barry has sole custody. Hes had to cook for that child and clean house, drive the car pool, help with homework... Of course he wants a wife! Unpaid nanny, is more like it.

Now, dearie, thats an insult to NoNo, Rebecca said. Any man in his right mind would want NoNo for her own sake.

Patch merely gave an explosive wheeze that lifted the spikes of hair off her forehead.

Just think, Rebecca reminded her. Didnt I marry a divorced man with three little girls? And see, it worked out fine! Id be married to him still, if he had lived.

All Patch said to this was, And how you could throw a party for them!

Well, of course Id throw a party. Its an occasion! Rebecca said. Besides: you and Biddy asked for one, if I remember correctly.

We asked if you planned to give one, is all, since youre so fond of engagement parties. Why, Min Foos had three of them! They seem to be kind of a habit with you.

Rebecca opened her mouth to argue, because she was almost positive that Patch and Biddy had requested, in so many words, that she put together a picnic. But then she saw that she might have misinterpreted. Maybe they had just meant that since they knew she would be planning something, they would prefer it to be held outside. (Oh, the Davitch girls were very unsocial. I guess youre going to insist on some kind of shindig, one of them would sigh, and then they would show up and sit around looking bored, picking at their food while Rebecca tried to jolly things along.)