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only one who mattered, or the only one they acknowledged or remembered. It helped that he still lived in town. Thats good, Mae said, wanting to end the topic. He still makes chandeliers out of antlers Easy there, her father said, hearing her barbed tone. Hes got his own business. And not that hed brag, but its apparently thriving. Mae needed to change the subject. Ive averaged 97 so far, she said. They say thats a record for a newbie. The look on her parents faces was bewilderment. Her father blinked slowly. They had no idea what she was talking about. Whats that, hon her father said. Mae let it go. When shed heard the words leave her mouth, she knew the sentence would take too long to explain. How are things with the insurance she asked, and instantly regretted it. Why did she ask questions like this The answer would swallow the night. Not good, her mother said. I dont know. We have the wrong plan. I mean, they dont want to insure your dad, plain and simple, and they seem to be doing everything they can to get us to leave. But how can we leave Wed have nowhere to go. Her father sat up. Tell her about the prescription. Oh, right. Your dads been on Copaxone for two years, for the pain. He needs it. Without it The pain gets ornery, he said. Now the insurance says he doesnt need it. Its not on their list of preapproved medications. Even though hes been using it two years! It seems unnecessarily cruel, Maes father said. Theyve offered no alternative. Nothing for the pain! Mae didnt know what to say. Im sorry. Can I look up some alternatives online I mean, have you seen if the doctors could find another drug that the insurance will pay for Maybe a generic This went on for an hour, and by the end, Mae was wrecked. The MS, her helplessness to slow it, her inability to bring back the life her father had knownit tortured her, but the insurance situation was something else, was an unnecessary crime, a pilingon. Didnt the insurance companies realize that the cost of their obfuscation, denial, all the frustration they caused, only made her fathers health worse, and threatened that of her mother If nothing else, it was inefficient. The time spent denying coverage, arguing, dismissing, thwartingsurely it was more trouble than simply granting her parents access to the right care. Enough of this, her mother said. We brought you a surprise. Where is it You have it, Vinnie They gathered on the high bed covered with a threadbare patchwork quilt, and her father presented Mae with a small wrapped gift. The size and shape of the box suggested a necklace, but Mae knew it couldnt be that. When she got

But in your first week! her mother looked pained. Maybe you should have gone. Now I feel bad. We took you away from it. Trust me. They have them every other day. Theyre very social over there. Ill be fine. Youre not taking lunch yet, are you her mother asked. She made the same point when Mae had started at the utility: dont take lunch your first week. Sends the wrong message. Dont worry, Mae said. I havent even used the bathroom. Her mother rolled her eyes. Anyway, let me just say how proud we are. We love you. And Annie, her father said. Right. We love you and Annie. They ate quickly, knowing that Maes father would soon tire. Hed insisted on going out to dinner, though back at home, he rarely did anymore. His fatigue was constant, and could come on suddenly and strong, sending him to nearcollapse. It was important, when out like this, to be ready to make a quick exit, and before dessert, they did so. Mae followed them back to their room and there, amid the B&B owners dozens of dolls, spread about the room and watching, Mae and her parents were able to relax, unafraid of eventualities. Mae hadnt gotten used to her father having multiple sclerosis. The diagnosis had come down only two years earlier, though the symptoms had been visible years before that. Hed been slurring his words, had been overshooting when reaching for things and, finally, had fallen, twice, each time in the foyer of their house, reaching for the front door. So theyd sold the parking lot, made a decent profit, and now spent their time managing his care, which meant at least a few hours a day poring over medical bills and battling with the insurance company. Oh, we saw Mercer the other day, her mother said, and her father smiled. Mercer had been a boyfriend of Maes, one of the four serious ones shed had in high school and college. But as far as her parents were concerned, he was the

the wrapping off, she opened the velvet box and laughed. It was a pen, one of the rarefied kind thats silver and strangely heavy, requiring care and filling and mostly for show. Dont worry, we didnt buy it, Maes father said. Vinnie! her mother wailed. Seriously, he said, we didnt. A friend of mine gave it to me last year. He felt bad I couldnt work. I dont know what kind of use he thought Id have for a pen when I can barely type. But this guy was never so bright. We thought it would look good on your desk, her mother added. Are we the best or what her father said. Maes mother laughed, and most crucially, Maes father laughed. He laughed a big belly laugh. In the second, calmer phase of their lives as parents, hed become a laugher, a constant laugher, a man who laughed at everything. It was the primary sound of Maes teenage years. He laughed at things that were clearly funny, and at things that would provoke just a smile in most, and he laughed when he should have been upset. When Mae misbehaved, he thought it was hilarious. Hed caught her sneaking out of her bedroom window one night, to see Mercer, and hed practically keeled over. Everything was comical, everything about her cence cracked him up. You should have seen your face when you saw me! Priceless! But then the MS diagnosis arrived and most of that was gone. The pain was constant. The spells where he couldnt get up, didnt trust his legs to carry him, were too frequent, too dangerous. He was in the emergency room weekly. And finally, with some heroic efforts from Maes mom, he saw a few doctors who cared, and he was put on the right drugs and stabilized, at least for a while. And then the insurance debacles, the descent into this health care purgatory. This night, though, he was buoyant, and her mother was feeling good, having found some sherry in the B&Bs tiny kitchen, which she shared with Mae. Her father was soon enough asleep in his clothes, over the covers, with all the lights on, with Mae and her mother

still talking at full volume. When they noticed he was out cold Mae arranged a bed for herself at the foot of theirs. In the morning they slept late and drove to a diner for lunch. Her father ate well, and Mae watched her mother feign nonchalance, the two of them talking about a wayward uncles latest bizarre business venture, something about raising lobsters in rice paddies. Mae knew her mother was nervous, every moment, about her father, having him out for two meals in a row, and watched him closely. He looked cheerful but his strength faded quickly. You guys settle up, he said. Im going to the car to recline for a moment. We can help, Mae said, but her mother hushed her. Her father was already up and headed for the door. He gets tired. Its fine, her mother said. Its just a different routine now. He rests. He does things, he walks and eats and is animated for a while, then he rests. Its very regular and very calming, to tell you the truth. They paid the bill and walked out to the parking lot. Mae saw the white wisps of her fathers hair through the car window. Most of his head was below the windowframe, reclined so far he was in the back seat. When they arrived at the car, they saw that he was awake, looking up into the interlocking boughs of an unremarkable tree. He rolled down the window. Well, this has been wonderful, he said. Mae made her goodbyes and left, happy to have the afternoon free. She drove west, the day sunny and calm, the colors of the passing landscape simple and clear, blues and yellows and greens. As she approached the coast, she turned toward the bay. She could get a few hours of kayaking in if she hurried. Mercer had introduced her to kayaking, an activity that until then shed considered awkward and dull. Sitting at the waterline, struggling to move that strange icecreamspoon paddle. The constant twisting looked painful, and the pace seemed far too slow. But then shed tried it, with Mercer, using not professionalgrade models but something more basic, the kind the rider sits on top of, legs and feet exposed. Theyd paddled around the bay, moving far quicker than shed expected, and theyd seen harbor seals, and pelicans, and Mae was convinced this was a criminally

barges and sailboats. Many had been made into homes of one kind or another, and she knew not to look into the windows, but she couldnt help it; there were mysteries aboard. Why was there a motorcycle on this barge Why a Confederate flag on that yacht Far off, she saw a seaplane circling. The wind picked up behind her, sending her quickly past the red buoy and closer to the farther shore. She hadnt planned to land there, and had never made it across the bay, but soon it was in sight and coming quickly upon her, eelgrass visible beneath her as the water went shallow. She jumped out of the kayak, her feet landing on the stones, all rounded and smooth. As she was pulling the kayak up, the bay rose up and engulfed her legs. It wasnt a wave; it was more of a sudden uniform rising of the water level. One second she was standing on a dry shore and the next the water was at her shins and she was soaked. When the water fell again, it left a wide swath of bizarre, bejeweled seaweedblue, and green, and, in a certain light, iridescent. She held it in her hands, and it was smooth, rubbery, its edges ruffled extravagantly. Maes feet were wet, and the water was snow cold but she didnt mind. She sat on the rocky beach, picked up a stick and drew with it, clicking through the smooth stones. Tiny crabs, unearthed and annoyed, scurried to find new shelters. A pelican landed downshore, on the trunk of a dead tree, which had been bleached white and leaned diagonally, rising from the steelgrey water, pointing lazily to the sky. And then Mae found herself sobbing. Her father was a mess. No, he wasnt a mess. He was managing it all with great dignity. But there had been something very tired about him that morning, something defeated, accepting, as if he knew that he couldnt fight both what was happening in his body and the companies managing his care. And there was nothing she could do for him. No, there was too much to do for him. She could quit her job. She could quit and help make the phone calls, fight the many fights to keep him well. This is what a good daughter would do. What a good child, an only child, would do. A good only child would spend the next three to five years, which might be his last years of mobility, of full capability, with him, helping him, helping her mother, being part of the family machinery. But she knew her parents wouldnt let her do all that.

But in your first week! her mother looked pained. Maybe you should have gone. Now I feel bad. We took you away from it. Trust me. They have them every other day. Theyre very social over there. Ill be fine. Youre not taking lunch yet, are you her mother asked. She made the same point when Mae had started at the utility: dont take lunch your first week. Sends the wrong message. Dont worry, Mae said. I havent even used the bathroom. Her mother rolled her eyes. Anyway, let me just say how proud we are. We love you. And Annie, her father said. Right. We love you and Annie. They ate quickly, knowing that Maes father would soon tire. Hed insisted on going out to dinner, though back at home, he rarely did anymore. His fatigue was constant, and could come on suddenly and strong, sending him to nearcollapse. It was important, when out like this, to be ready to make a quick exit, and before dessert, they did so. Mae followed them back to their room and there, amid the B&B owners dozens of dolls, spread about the room and watching, Mae and her parents were able to relax, unafraid of eventualities. Mae hadnt gotten used to her father having multiple sclerosis. The diagnosis had come down only two years earlier, though the symptoms had been visible years before that. Hed been slurring his words, had been overshooting when reaching for things and, finally, had fallen, twice, each time in the foyer of their house, reaching for the front door. So theyd sold the parking lot, made a decent profit, and now spent their time managing his care, which meant at least a few hours a day poring over medical bills and battling with the insurance company. Oh, we saw Mercer the other day, her mother said, and her father smiled. Mercer had been a boyfriend of Maes, one of the four serious ones shed had in high school and college. But as far as her parents were concerned, he was the

feet. It felt good, so good she reached her hand down and scooped a handful and drenched her face and the back of her neck. When she opened her eyes she saw a harbor seal, twenty feet in front of her, staring at her as would a calm dog whose yard shed walked into. His head was rounded, grey, with the glossy sheen of polished marble. She kept her paddle on her lap, watching the seal as it watched her. Its eyes were black buttons, unreflective. She didnt move, and the seal didnt move. They were locked in mutual regard, and the moment, the way it stretched and luxuriated in itself, asked for continuation. Why move A gust of wind came her way, and with it the pungent smell of the seal. She had noticed this the last time she had kayaked, the strong smell of these animals, a cross between tuna and unwashed dog. It was better to be upwind. As if suddenly embarrassed, the seal ducked underwater. Mae continued on, away from shore. She set a goal to make it to a red buoy she spotted, near the bend of a peninsula, deep in the bay. Getting to it would take thirty minutes or so, and en route, she would pass a few dozen anchored

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