Jennifer Weiner - The Half Life

ALSO BY JENNIFER WEINER

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The Half Life

Can you believe this? the man in front of Piper grumbled. The line, which theyd finally crested, had snaked through a half-dozen switchbacks and extended down the glass-lined corridor of the Philadelphia International Airport, past the white-painted rocking chairs and the flat-screen board listing DEPARTURES and ARRIVALS. Piper gave him a tight smile.

I get here two hours early for a domestic flightdomestic! said the man, undeterred by Pipers silence. And still. Look at this. He jerked his chin at the line, barely bothering to glance at her face and almost certainly not seeing her, not really, because if he did, hed see a woman on the vergeif not of a nervous breakdown, then definitely of tears. Piper had tried hard with her makeup kit in the fifteen-minute cab ride from her row house in Center City to the airport, but concealer could do only so much to cover up the dark circles under her eyes. Liner and mascara couldnt disguise the threads of red in the whites of her eyes; lipstick could brighten her mouth but couldnt change the way it turned down in a trembling bow. When you come home from work and your husband meets you at the door, his bags neatly packed at his side, and says, I wont be here when you come back, what do you do with that information? What do you do when youve got a four-year-old, when youre the only one in the house with a full-time job, when youve spent the last two years trying to jolly him out of the black cloud thats enveloped him since he lost his teaching position, when youve been paying all the bills, trying to keep everyone happy and clothed and fed? What do you do when he tells you that the night before youre leaving on a business trip to Paris?

It turns out that what you do is hiss the words Not now and attempt to step over his suitcase, and you almost succeed until you feel his firm grip on your elbow.

Ive been trying to tell you, Tosh said, having the good manners to look pained. Piper supposed that this was true. We need to talk, hed said one rainy night back in September... so shed filled the kitchen with cheery chatter, directed mostly at their daughter. Piper, Im not happy, hed said on New Years Eve... so shed fetched him a dish of ice cream, handed him the remote, and slipped out of the den to return email from her office. When hed started sleeping in the basement the month before, shed told her daughter it was because she snored, and when hed said he was in love with someone elsewell, shed simply ignored him. In love with someone else? It was ridiculous. They were married. End of story.

Its a phase, shed said brightly to her best friend, Sarah, whod looked at her with eyes brimming with unbearable sympathy. After that, Piper had stopped talking about it. Talking about it only made it real, and it couldnt be. It was a phase, a bad mood, Mercury in retrograde or something like that. Tosh would get a job, hed move his stuff out of the basement, hed start wanting to sleep with her again, and everything would be fine.

Except if that had been true, Tosh couldnt have left. He couldnt have piled his suitcase into the trunk of a taxi, crying, and ridden away from her. Yet that was exactly what he had done. All Piper could do was watch him go.

This isnt happening, Piper had told herself. Shed said it over and over in her mind, at increasing volumes, until she believed it. Not happening. Couldnt happen. Then shed gone inside, collected Nola from the babysitter, made her dinner and put her to bed. Where did Daddy go? her little girl had asked from the cozy depths of her bed (Nola slept with two down comforters, a cotton blanket, and flannel sheets, all of which would be kicked to the floor at some point during the night), and Piper had said, Business trip.

Shed stayed up all night, zipping her toiletries into plastic bags, settling her suits in their dry-cleaners plastic into her suitcase, not checking her email, not listening for the phone. Shed shaved her legs and painted her toenails. Shed exfoliated. Shed reorganized her closet, bagging up pilled sweaters and two pairs of maternity pants for Goodwill. In the morning, shed gotten Nola out of bed, supervised face-washing and toothbrushing and Cheerios with cut-up banana, then walked her to nursery school. Pipers mother, whod be staying at the house and helping Tosh look after Nola while Piper traveled, would pick Nola up at noon and take her out to lunch and maybe a movie. At two oclock Piper would call for a cab of her own and head to the airport and then Paris. By the time she got home from the trip, she kept telling herself, everything would be fine. Tosh would have realized how much he missed Nola and missed her. Her mother would of course agree to stay an extra night to give them a chance to go out to dinner and maybe even spend the night in a nice hotel, and there, on anonymous high-thread-count sheets, she and her husband would make everything all right again.

In the airport, the line inched forward, and the man in front of her was still intent on conversation. You from here? Philly? he asked. Piper nodded. You like it? he persisted, and she nodded again. She supposed she should be flattered that a man, any man, thought she was worth an effort. Dressed for work, with eyeliner and high heels, her hair twisted on top of her head, she could still get away with a sexy-librarian look. In the mirror, plucking her eyebrows, she could see the signs of agethe deepening fan wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, the odd age spot, and still the occasional zit. She was forty, with a four-year-old, a full-time job, and an unhappy and unemployed husband (whose defection she would not, could not acknowledge), and sometimes she felt every day of her age and more.