Deconstructed S’mores: Vacation Skirmishes (5)

First, that scooter he bought to ride around with June. Then showing off at beach yoga. Anyone could have predicted what would come next.

Facebook posts. Many. Of his kid and his wife, at the volcano and the waterfall…OMG, JUNE IS SNORKELING!

Worst of all, selfies from the golf course.

The only pics left in the camera were of food. Sure, you could have tasted that brick of flaming marshmallow flanked by banana ice cream and an elegant pile of graham cracker crumbs right through the video. But he had to maintain a shadow of his fiction. That cool reserve.

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Barely Sunrise

After the morning race for chairs, from which Julie emerges with four under an umbrella, away from the smell of the grill, McCormick remembers rising early in Laguna Beach to claim the curtained couch by that pool. Because his sister-in-law needed privacy and the softest seat.

He’s glad Julie, helping June into a shimmering mermaid suit she bought her on the way to breakfast, doesn’t hear the women in the row ahead describing elaborate exploratory, the chance of biopsy.

Why do they sit together, leisure and mutation?  And, as June asks often, what do you look like when you’re dead?

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The Crucial Third Wheel: Vacation Skirmishes (1)

“Julie, Jesus! Go!”

“He sees us, Michael. Stop barking.”

“When I fear for our lives, I bark.”

Oh my word, this is the fourth time today. I don’t even know before I say it that I am going to say:

“That’s enough! Next time decide not to argue before we get in the car!”

Mommy says, “If your father could calm down…”

Daddy says, “Sorry, June Bug. We’ll do better.”

I guess better means not talking for like ten or twelve minutes and then asking each other how much it costs to buy the houses we just keep driving past.

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The Road Not Given

Their visit to the funky Northwest recalls the disappointment of his beloved alma mater almost making him faculty when he finished his Ph.D.

Almost burns.

But if he’d gotten that job, and not stayed in New York and found Julie again, where would the life force that is their daughter have manifested?

In the Peconic Bay mansion of a German fund manager Julie met at a private equity conference? Crammed into a two-bedroom bungalow with McCormick and a grad student who dropped out when she got pregnant?

No. Those are stories. Really, without this overcast day, June wouldn’t be anywhere.

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(Almost) Getaway Day

McCormick returns from the morning run with a glad heart. In two days they fly west.

Oh, sweet reprieve!

Then he watches the English bulldog from 3-J (Cromwell) pissing on the planter out front. That will smell good later.

A predictable blip, but he’s irritated. Why must we pack so early? Julie makes several lists as June drags everything she can reach from her closet.

“That many dresses?”

“In case I eat cake and pie and tarts all at once again.”

“Pardon?”

She spreads her arms, New Yorker born and bred. “What? I throw up at weddings. That’s my thing.”

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You Should Write Funny

From the steps he watches June bounce onto the camp bus. The rows call her name. She blows him a kiss. Makes him glad, but still, he wants to go blue.

Not dirty blue. Gloomy blue. He goes upstairs, puts on Steve Earle—I know I can always count on you—and composes himself.

A lit agent once asked why McCormick’s author felt no compassion for his characters. Wonder what that guy listens to in the morning?

His golfing buddy Jay feels the same way: “You’re funny, man. You should write funny. Everything isn’t a lesson.”

Well, that’s not true.

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Intimacy Now!

(McCormick and Julie adjust to Dr. Serlek’s opinion that they have less than a 5% chance of conceiving on their own.)

In the days after the appointment, they Googled. McCormick read In Vitro Health Outcomes, fearing the karmic cost of science’s assistance. Julie bookmarked adoption sites and made calendars showing where their careers and income would be in two years, or seven. They touched their laptops more than each other. Not what McCormick had intended when he’d suggested leaving this up to nature.

Had they kept a chart of basal body temperature and cervical mucus, he would have known, that morning Julie cased herself in lycra and tied back her hair, to be ready when she returned, sweaty from the gym.

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