"You look exhausted," I told Carlo. He really did.
"I sewed a nose back on tonight. Cartilage and all."
"That'll take it out of you."
"So what's creepy about the way I'm living?" In his light-green hospital scrubs, Carlo looked paler and smaller than I remembered him. No visible muscles.
"It looks like you're living in limbo," I said. "Waiting for somebody else to move in here and cook a real meal for you and hang up pictures."
"You never did either of those things."
"I know. But it's different when there's two people living in a house with no pictures. It looks like you're just too busy having fun with each other to pay attention to the walls."
"I miss you. We did have fun."
"Not that much. You miss Hallie." Being here made me miss her too, more tangibly than in Grace. On these scarred wooden floors, Hallie had rolled up the rugs and attempted to teach us to moonwalk.
"How is she? Does she ever write you? I got one postcard, from Nogales."
"Yeah, we write. She's real busy." I didn't tell him we wrote a lot. We'd revived an intensity of correspondence we hadn't had since 1972, the year I escaped from Grace and Hallie came into a late puberty, both of us entirely on our own. This time she was over her head with joy and I with something like love or dread, but we still needed each other to make sure it was real. We had to live with an odd, two-week lag to our conversations. I'd be writing her about some small, thrilling victory at school, and she'd be addressing the blue funk I was in two weeks ago when I was getting my period. It didn't matter; we kept writing, knowing it would someday even out.
"How's your father?"
"Oh," I said, "deteriorating. Forgetting who I am. Maybe it's a blessing."
"Are you sleeping these days?"
"Yeah, I am, as a matter of fact," I said, evasively.
"You haven't had that eyeball dream?"
I'd never been able to explain this to Carlo's satisfaction. "It's not really an eyeball dream."
"What is it, then?"
"Just a sound, like popping glass, and then I'm blind. It's a very short dream. I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind. I'm afraid I'll jinx myself."
"So you haven't been having it?"
"No, not for a while."
It was kind of him to be interested. He gently squeezed my shoulder in the palm of his hand, releasing the tightness in my deltoid muscle. Not that it applied to us anymore, but people who know a lot about anatomy make great lovers. "So you're getting along okay there?"
"As well as I get along anywhere," I said, and he laughed, probably believing I meant "As poorly as I get along anywhere."
"I've been giving some thought to Denver," he said. "Or Aspen."
"That would be a challenge. You could sew the faces back onto people who ski into trees."
"You want to come? We could ski into trees together."
"I don't know. I'm not really thinking too far ahead right now."
He took my feet into his lap and massaged my arches. He had the famous hands of a surgeon, there was no denying it, but I had no sexual interest in Carlo. I still had a slight hope he'd come up with the perfect plan for the two of us that would make me happy and fulfilled, but even that was fading.
"What else could a modern couple like ourselves do in Aspen?" I asked him. "Besides ski into trees, and try to spot movie stars snorting coke in hotel lounges? Aspen sounds kind of fast-lane."
"After Grace, it would be, yes."
"Don't make fun of my country of origin."
Carlo looked surprised. "I've never heard you defend it before."
"It was a joke."
"Well, what about Denver, then. Not so fast-lane."
"Denver's nice." I felt the familiar tug of a brand-new place that might, this time, turn out to be wonderful. And the familiar tug of Carlo wanting me to go with him. I'd seen Denver once. It had endless neighborhoods of sweet old brick houses with peaked roofs and lawns shaded by huge maples. It would be a heavenly place to walk a dog.
"Would you ever consider getting a dog, Carlo?"
"A dog?"
"They have four legs and say 'woof woof.'"
"Oh, right."
"I've met this wonderful dog, in Grace. He's half coyote and he'll sit for five hours in the back of a pickup truck waiting for you, just because he trusts you to come back."