Connie Willis - Chance

On Wednesday Elizabeths next-door neighbor came over. It was raining hard, but she had run across the yard without a raincoat or an umbrella, her hands jammed in her cardigan sweater pockets.

Hi, she said breathlessly. I live next door to you, and I just thought Id pop in and say hi and see if you were getting settled in. She reached in one of the sweater pockets and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I wrote down the name of our trash pickup. Your husband asked about it the other day.

She handed it to her. Thank you, Elizabeth said. The young woman reminded her of Tib. Her hair was short and blond and brushed back in wings. Tib had worn hers like that when they were freshmen.

Isnt this weather awful? the young woman said. It usually doesnt rain like this in the fall.

It had rained all fall when Elizabeth was a freshman. Wheres your raincoat? Tib had asked her when she unpacked her clothes and hung them up in the dorm room.

Tib was little and pretty, the kind of girl who probably had dozens of dates, the kind of girl who brought all the right clothes to college. Elizabeth hadnt known what kind of clothes to bring. The brochure the college had sent the freshmen had said to bring sweaters and skirts for class, a suit for rush, a formal. It hadnt said anything about a raincoat.

Do I need one? Elizabeth had said.

Well, its raining right now if thats any indication, Tib had said.

I thought it was starting to let up, the neighbor said, but its not. And its so cold.

She shivered. Elizabeth saw that her cardigan was damp.

I can turn the heat up, Elizabeth said.

No, I cant stay. I know youre trying to get unpacked. Im sorry you had to move in in all this rain. We usually have beautiful weather here in the fall. She smiled at Elizabeth. Why am I telling you that? Your husband told me you went to school here. At the university.

It wasnt a university back then. It was a state college.

Oh, right. Has the campus changed a lot?

Elizabeth went over and looked at the thermostat. It showed the temperature as sixty-eight, but it felt colder. She turned it up to seventy-five. No, she said. Its just the same.

Listen, I cant stay, the young woman said. And youve probably got a million things to do. I just came over to say hello and see if youd like to come over tonight. Im having a Tupperware party.

A Tupperware party, Elizabeth thought sadly. No wonder she reminds me of Tib.

You dont have to come. And if you come you dont have to buy anything. Its not going to be a big party. Just a few friends of mine. I think it would be a good way for you to meet some of the neighbors. Im really only having the party because I have this friend whos trying to get started selling Tupperware and She stopped and looked anxiously at Elizabeth, holding her arms against her chest for warmth.

I used to have a friend who sold Tupperware, Elizabeth said.

Oh, then you probably have tons of it.

The furnace came on with a deafening whoosh. No, Elizabeth said. I dont have any.

Please come, the young woman had continued to say even on the front porch. Not to buy anything. Just to meet everybody.

The rain was coming down hard again. She ran back across the lawn to her house, her arms wrapped tightly around her and her head down.

Elizabeth went back in the house and called Paul at his office.

Is this really important, Elizabeth? he said. Im supposed to meet with Dr. Brubaker in Admissions for lunch at noon, and I have a ton of paperwork.

The girl next door invited me to a Tupperware party, Elizabeth said. I didnt want to say yes if you had anything planned for tonight.

A Tupperware party?! he said. I cant believe you called me about something like that. You know how busy I am. Did you put your application in at Carter?

Im going over there right now, she said. I was going to go this morning, but the

Dr. Brubakers here, he said, and hung up the phone.

Elizabeth stood by the phone a minute, thinking about Tib, and then put on her raincoat and walked over to the old campus.

Its exactly the same as it was when we were freshmen, Tib had said when Elizabeth told her about Pauls new job. I was up there last summer to get some transcripts, and I couldnt believe it. It was raining, and I swear the sidewalks were covered with exactly the same worms as they always were. Do you remember that yellow slicker you bought when you were a freshman?

Tib had called Elizabeth from Denver when they came out to look for a house. I read in the alumni news that Paul was the new assistant dean, she said as if nothing had ever happened. The article didnt say anything about you, but I thought Id call on the off-chance that you two were still married. Im not. Tib had insisted on taking her to lunch in Larimer Square. She had let her hair grow out, and she was too thin. She ordered a peach daiquiri and told Elizabeth all about her divorce. I found out Jim was screwing some little slut at the office, she had said, twirling the sprig of mint that had come with her drink, and I couldnt take it. He couldnt see what I was upset about. So I fooled around, so what? he told me. Everybody does it. When are you going to grow up? I never should have married the creep, but you dont know youre ruining your life when you do it, do you?

No, Elizabeth said.

I mean, look at you and Paul, she said. She talked faster than Elizabeth remembered, and when she called the waiter over to order another daiquiri, her voice shook a little. Now thats a marriage I wouldnt have taken bets on, and youve been married, what? Fifteen years?

Seventeen, Elizabeth said.

You know, I always thought youd patch things up with Tupper, she said. I wonder whatever became of him. The waiter brought the daiquiri and took the empty one away. She took the mint sprig out and laid it carefully on the tablecloth.

Whatever became of Elizabeth and Tib, for that matter, she said.

The campus wasnt really just the same. They had added a wing onto Frasier and cut down most of the elms. It wasnt even really the campus anymore. The real campus was west and north of here, where there had been room for the new concrete classroom buildings and high-rise dorms. The music department was still in Frasier, and the PE department used the old gym in Gunter for womens sports, but most of the old classroom buildings and the small dorms at the south end of the campus were offices now. The library was now the administration building and Kepner belonged to the campus housing authority, but in the rain the campus looked the same.

The leaves were starting to fall, and the main walk was wet and covered with worms. Elizabeth picked her way among them, watching her feet and trying not to step on them. When she was a freshman, she had refused to walk on the sidewalks at all. She had ruined two pairs of flats that fall by cutting through the grass to get to her classes.

Youre a nut, you know that? Tib had shouted, sprinting to catch up to her. There are worms in the grass, too.

I know, but I cant see them.

When there was no grass, she had insisted on walking in the middle of the street. That was how they had met Tupper. He almost ran them down with his bike.

It had been a Friday night. Elizabeth remembered that, because Tib was in her ROTC Angel Flight uniform, and after Tupper had swerved wildly to miss them, sending up great sprays of water and knocking his bike over, the first thing he said was, Cripes! Shes a cop!

They had helped him pick up the plastic bags strewn all over the street. What are these? Tib had said, stooping because she couldnt bend over in her straight blue skirt and high heels.

Tupperware, he said. The latest thing. You girls wouldnt need a lettuce crisper, would you? Theyre great for keeping worms in.