The Little Brass Key
The first thing I noticed about Vanessa that afternoon was her shoes. Black patent leather, red soles, sharp heels. She wore them to the house five days after we buried Daniel, clicking across the hardwood floors I had polished with Murphy Oil Soap for twenty-two years, as if my husband’s death were just another appointment she had dressed for.
I knew what those shoes cost because I had seen the credit card statement in February when Daniel asked me to help sort the mail. One pair, fourteen hundred dollars. More than I used to earn in a month working night shifts at St.
Vincent’s when Robert was small and Daniel was still driving that rusted company van with the broken heater. Vanessa stood in my living room, looked around at my furniture, my curtains, my wedding china still stacked behind the glass of the breakfront, and said, “Now that the funeral is over, let’s be practical. Cry it out if you need to, pack your things, and go live on the streets.”
Just like that.
No lowering of her voice. No glance toward the framed photograph of Daniel on the mantel with the funeral lilies already starting to curl brown at the edges. My son Robert stood a few feet behind her, hands buried in the pockets of his expensive wool coat, eyes fixed somewhere on the rug.
Forty-two years old, broad shoulders, the hair thinning at his temples in exactly the way his father’s had. In that moment he looked exactly like he had at nine years old when he broke the lamp in the den and waited to see if he was in trouble. Only this time he was not a child, and the lamp he was letting someone break was me.
My sister Linda had planted herself in Daniel’s armchair like she had been invited to witness proceedings. She had flown in from Ohio wearing too much perfume and a grief that brightened or dimmed depending on who was watching. She crossed one ankle over the other and studied me with the look people get when they are waiting for a pan to boil over.
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