Jennifer McMahon - Dismantled
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A Novel
For Michael, who knows how to take things apart
DISMANTLEMENT EQUALS FREEDOM.
WHEN TESSS WATER BROKE, she was staring into the long-forgotten
To Understand the Nature of a Thing, it Must be Taken Apart
THE MOOSE, OR RATHER, the left eye, ear, antlers, and
LOOK, DADDY, IM A frog!"
HER RHYTHM IS OFF. Her concentration, gone. Spencer is dead.
THEYRE ON THEIR WAY home from the supermarket, Henry at
WHAT IS A GHOST? Danner says its not always the
TESS HAS WORKED LATE into the night to finish the
LAST SPRING, JUST DAYS after Henry moved into the barn,
We Oppose Technology, Hierarchy, Rules and Laws, and All Forms of Government
ITS A FORTY-MINUTE DRIVE from Henrys office to Alden. Route
DONT GO OUT OF sight. Stay where I can see
YOURE LATE, TESS ANNOUNCES when he walks in the door.
DRIVING HOME FROM HER appointment with Julia, owner of the
DID YOU GIVE THIS to her?
TESSS HAND IS TREMBLING so hard she cant get the
THEY SIT IN THE kitchen drinking the coffee Henry made
HENRY LEFT THE KITCHEN to go work on his canoe.
HENRY FINDS A ROLL of black plastic, cuts off a
SHE PICKS UP THE phone after the first ring.
EMMA OPENS HER EYES. Danner is standing above her, holding
DRIVING OUT TO THE lake, Henry remembers helping Suz stretch
TWO A.M. EMMAS ASLEEP, her belly full of cocoa. Henrys
HENRY STAGGERS DOWN THE path. Trips on tree roots. He
THIS IS HOW IT began. A series of seemingly random
SHE LOWERED THE RAZOR blade, traced the surface of her
WHERE THE HELL HAVE you been?
The Universe Was Created Inchaos, and the Only True Creative Force is Chaos
DADDY! EMMA CRIES WHEN he enters the kitchen the next
IM GOING OUT TO the garden, she tells her dad.
AFTER TESS LEFT THIS morning, Henry found the Swedish vodka
DO YOU MIND IF I smoke?
DRIFTING IN AND OUT. Clouds in the sky. Clouds in
PASSION?
HENRY DOES NOT NEED stitches. Winnie was able to revive
THERE WAS A FACE down there at the bottom of
IT LOOKS WORSE THAN it is, Henry promises.
WINNIES NEARLY TO THE cabin when she realizes she left
TESS CAN STILL TASTE the sweet floral smoke of Claire
ITS NEARLY MIDNIGHT. THE main house is dark and Henrys
SHES COLD. SCARED. EMMAS been watching her fathers barn all
TESS HEARS HENRY DRIVE off, and slips out of the
HENRY TAKES A STEP toward her, staggers a little. Hes
I WAS ABOUT TO call the police, Tess says as
Dismantlement is an Act of Compassion as Well as an Act of Revolution
SUZ IS KISSING HER.
HES SWIMMING OUT TO the center of the lake, his
IT MAY BE TIME to call off Operation Reunite, Mel
CLAIRE HAS LOADED HER mesh shoulder bag with sourdough bread,
IT LOOKS LIKE THE same wig, Henry tells her. He
IVE NEVER TOLD ANYONE this before, Tess says, her face
I DONT BELIEVE THIS, Tess says. Twice in one week
SHE BOBS AND WEAVES. Practices her footwork. Side step, side
IM SORRY ABOUT THE window, Emma whispers into the phone.
TESS IS STANDING IN line at the supermarket, casting an
July 14Cabin by the lake
TESS WAKES UP DISORIENTED and in complete darkness. Shes naked.
HENRY FREEZES IN THE doorway of Emmas room. Emma and
IM NOT SURE THEY liked you, Emma whispers, curling up
WHERE THE HELL DID she get that wig? Tess asks.
July 21Cabin by the lake
TWO A.M. AND TESS lies in bed, tossing and turning,
THE CLOCK ON THE dashboard says 10:21 A.M. as Winnie
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR hand? Erin LaBlanc asks. Vanessa Sanchez
WHAT WAS SPENCERS ROLE in the group? Bill asks.
HES FINGERING THE THICK shards of broken lightbulb on the
EMMA IS ON HER hands and knees, dabbing a Q-tip
TESS ISNT SURE THE Volvo will make it up the
WHAT? MEL SNAPS INTO the phone.
June 17Cabin by the lake
NEARLY MIDNIGHT. TESS HAS worked out, showered, watched the evening
THE HOUSE IS TOO quiet. He settles in on the
TELL ME YOUR BIGGEST secret, Claire says. The one thing
HE WAKES UP GASPING, drenched in sweat, his heart thudding
Dismantlement = Freedom
HENRY GLANCES OUT THE window toward the Blazer as he
EMMA HAS MADE A sculpture of herself this time, a
RUNNING LATE, HENRY HEADS for his workshop to grab the
WINNIES SITTING AT THE table in the cabin, wearing the
PARKED ON THE BEACH, Henry stares out at the water
EMMA CRAWLS OUT FROM under the tarp, lowers herself over
PUSHING OFF IS EASIER than he thought it would be.
THERE WAS A LOUD rapping at the cabin door, and
WHEN TESS WAKES UP, the first thing she thinks is
SUZ? HES SQUINTING AT her, not quite believing. This isnt
EMMAS MOVING FAST THROUGH the water, her cadence perfect. Shes
WHEN SUZ DIVES OFF the front, it makes the canoe
I WAS SO CLOSE to piecing everything together, Bill Lunde
Look in the Mirror to See What You Saw
HENRYS ON THE FLOOR of his workshop, amid the sawdust
TESSS EYES ARE MOVING from wall to canvas as she
WINNIE ROLLS OVER. THE train is rattling along on its
IN ORDER TO TRULY understand something, you have to take
D ISMANTLEMENT EQUALS FREEDOM .
Suz is there, whispering the words in his ear, each syllable hot and twisted. Shes glowing, radiant, still twenty-one and burning with the fierce need to fuck up the world.
The dead dont age.
He finishes the knot, his hands steady, without the slightest tremble, then climbs onto the chair and throws the rope up over one of the beams in the kitchen. Old, hand-hewn beams his builder rescued from a salvage yard. Theyd reminded him of Vermont. Of the cabin near the lake.
In his mind, he goes back ten years, sees Suz coming up the path, stepping into the clearing, pole in one hand, string of fish in the other: bass, sunfish, trout. They glisten like jewels, strung on the braided nylon rope shes carefully looped through their mouths and gills.
Suzs walk is a dance, her movements fluid, the silk tunic she wears flutters around her, making it seem as if the wind itself is carrying her, buoying her along like a kite.
She winks at him.
He loves her.
He hates her.
He doesnt want to be here, but theres no way he could ever leave. Once youre in her orbit, its impossible to pull yourself away.
The others gather around as she lays the fish out on the table to clean them. She pulls the trout off the braided rope, lays it flat on newspaper, and slides the knife in, slitting it open along its belly from gills to vent. The fish opens its mouth, sucking at air. Suz smiles, showing crooked teeth, pushes her fingers gently inside the fish, widening the opening with her hand. The skin stretches; the movement of her fingers produces a wet, tearing sound.
To understand the nature of a thing, it must be taken apart, Suz says, tugging out a string of entrails, sticky and shimmering with rainbows, like oil on a puddle.
Y OU NEVER REALLY GOT it, did you, babycakes? he hears her whisper in his ear.
No, he tells her, slipping the rope around his neck, pulling the postcard from his pocket to look at one last time. But I do now.
He steps off the chair.
The postcard falls from his hand, drifts to the floor in slow motion, turning: moose, words, moose, wordsuntil it lands, the carefully printed words facing up, the last thing he sees before losing consciousness:
DISMANTLEMENT = FREEDOM
THE COMPASSIONATE DISMANTLERS WERE HERE
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