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'Yes。 Tonight。'
She stepped back from the door。 'e in。'
He followed her into a cheery； predominantly white and yellow living room with chintz drapes and pillows。 A dozen Liadro porcelains stood in a lighted corner display case。
She asked Joe to have a seat。 As he settled in an armchair； she went to a doorway and called； 'Bob？ Bob； we have a visitor。'
'I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday night；' Joe said。 Returning from the doorway and perching on the sofa； the woman said； 'Not at all。 But I'm afraid I'm not the Mrs。 Vadance you came to see。 I'm not Nora。 My name's Clarise。 It was my mother…in…law who lost her husband in the。。。 in the accident。'
From the back of the house； a man entered the living room； and Clarise introduced him as her husband。 He was perhaps two years older than his wife； tall； lanky； crew…cut； with a pleasant and self…confident manner。 His handshake was firm and his smile easy； but under his tan was a paleness； in his blue eyes a sorrow。
As Bob Vadance sat on the sofa beside his wife； Clarise explained that Joe's family had perished in the crash。 To Joe； she said； 'It was Bob's dad we lost； ing back from a business trip。'
Of all the things that they might have said to one another； they established their bond by talking about how they had first heard the dreadful news out of Colorado。
Clarise and Bob； a fighter pilot assigned to Miramar Naval Air Station north of San Diego； had been out to dinner with two other pilots and their wives。 They were at a cosy Italian restaurant and； after dinner； moved into the bar； where there was a television set。 The baseball game was interrupted for a bulletin about Nationwide Flight 353。 Bob had known his dad was flying that night from New York to L。A。 and that he often travelled Nationwide； but he hadn't known the flight number。 Using a bar phone to call Nationwide at LAX； he was quickly connected with a public…relations officer who confirmed that Thomas Lee Vadance was on the passenger manifest。 Bob and Clarise had driven from Miramar to Culver City in record time； arriving shortly after eleven o'clock。 They didn't call Nora； Bob's mother； because they didn't know if she had heard。 If she was still unaware of the news； they wanted to tell her in person rather than over the phone。 When they arrived just after midnight； the house was brightly lighted； the front door unlocked。 Nora was in the kitchen； making corn chowder； a big pot of corn chowder； because Tom loved her corn chowder； and she was baking chocolate…chip cookies with pecans because Bob loved those cookies too。 She knew about the crash； knew that he was dead out there just east of the Rockies； but she needed to be doing something for him。 They had been married when Nora was eighteen and Tom was twenty； had been married for thirty…five years； and she had needed to be doing something for him。
'In my case； I didn't know until I got to the airport to pick them up；' Joe said。 'They'd been to Virginia to visit Michelle's folks； and then three days in New York so the girls could meet their Aunt Delia for the first time。 I arrived early； of course； and first thing when I went into the terminal； I checked the monitors to see if their flight was on time。 It was still shown as on time； but when I went up to the gate where it was supposed to arrive； airline personnel were greeting people as they approached the area； talking to them in low voices； leading some of them away to a private lounge。 This young man came up to me； and before he opened his mouth； I knew what he was going to say。 I wouldn't let him talk。 I said； 〃No； don't say it； don't you dare say it。〃 When he tried to speak anyway； I turned away from him； and when he put a hand on my arm； I knocked it off。 I might have punched him to keep him from talking； except by then there were three of them； him and two women； around me； close around me。 It was as if I didn't want to be told because being told was what made it real； that it wouldn't be real； you know； wouldn't actually have happened； if they didn't say it。'
They were all silent； listening to the remembered voices of last year； the voices of strangers with terrible news。
'Mom took it so hard for a long time；' Clarise said at last； speaking of her mother…in…law as fondly as if Nora had been her own mother。 'She was only fifty…three； but she really didn't want to go on without Tom。 They were…'
'…so close；' Bob finished。 'But then last week when we came to visit； she was way up； so much better。 She'd been so bitter； depressed and bitter； but now she was full of life again。 She'd always been cheerful before the crash； a real…'
'people person； so outgoing；' Clarise continued for him； as if their thoughts ran always on precisely the same track。 'And suddenly here again last week was the woman we'd always known and missed for the past year。'
Dread washed through Joe when he realized they were speaking of Nora Vadance as one speaks of the dead。 'What's happened？'
From a pocket of her khaki shorts； Clarise had taken a Kleenex。 She was blotting her eyes。 'Last week she said she knew now that Tom wasn't gone forever； that no one was ever gone forever。 She seemed so happy。 She was…'
'…radiant；' Bob said； taking his wife's hand in his。 'Joe； we don't know why really； with the depression gone and her being so full of plans for the first time in a year。 。 。 but four days ago； my mom she mitted suicide。'
The funeral had been held the previous day。 Bob and Clarise didn't live here。 They were staying only through Tuesday； packing Nora's clothes and personal effects for distribution to relatives and the Salvation Army Thrift Shop。
'It's so hard；' Clarise said； unrolling and then rerolling the right sleeve on her white shirt as she talked。 'She was such a sweet person。'
'I shouldn't be here right now；' Joe said； getting up from the armchair。 'This isn't a good time。'
Rising quickly； extending one hand almost pleadingly； Bob Vadance said； 'No； please； sit down。 Please。 We need a break from the sorting 。 。 。 the packing。 Talking to you 。 。 。 well 。 。
He shrugged。 He was all long arms and legs； graceful before but not now。 'We all know what it's like。 It's easier because…'
'…because we all know what it's like；' Clarise finished。
After a hesitation； Joe sat in the armchair again。 'I only have a few questions。 。 。 and maybe only your mother could've answered them。'
Having readjusted her right sleeve； Clarise unrolled and then rerolled the left。 She needed to be doing something while she talked。 Maybe she was afraid that her unoccupied hands would encourage her to express the grief that she was striving to control
… perhaps by covering her face； by twisting and pulling her hair； or by curling into fists and striking something。 'Joe 。 。 。 this heat would you like something cold to drink？'
'No thanks。 Quick is better； and I'll go。 What I wanted to ask your mother was if she'd been visited by anyone recently。 By a woman who calls herself Rose。'
Bob and Clarise exchanged a glance； and Bob said； 'Would this be a black woman？'
A quiver passed through Joe。 'Yes。 Small； about five two； but with。 。 。 real presence。'
'Mom wouldn't say much about her；' Clarise said； 'but this Rose came once； and they talked； and it seemed as if something she told Mom was what made all the difference。 We got the idea she was some sort of…'
'…spiritual advisor or something；' Bob finished。 'At first； we didn't like the sound of it； thought it might be someone taking advantage of Mom； her being so down and vulnerable。 We thought maybe this was some New…Age crazy or…'
'…a con artist；' Clarise continued； now leaning forward from the sofa to straighten the silk flowers in an arrangement on the coffee table。 'Someone trying to rip her off or just mess with her mind。'
'But when she talked about Rose； she was so…'
'…full of peace。 It didn't seem this could be bad； not when it made Mom feel so much better。 Anyway…'
'…she said this woman wasn't ing back；' Bob finished。 'Mom said； thanks to Rose； she knew Dad was somewhere safe。 He hadn't just died and that was the end。 He was somewhere safe and fine。'
'She wouldn't tell us how she'd e around to this faith； when she'd never even been a churchgoer before；' Clarise added。 'Wouldn't say who Rose was or what Rose had told her。'
'Wouldn't tell us much at all about the woman；' Bob confirmed。 'Just that it had to be a secret now； for a little while； but that eventually…'
'…everyone would know。'
'Eventually everyone would know what？' Joe asked。
'That Dad was somewhere safe； I guess； somewhere safe and fine。'
'No；' Clarise said； finishing with the silk flowers； sitting back on the sofa； clasping her hands in her lap； 'I think she meant more than that。 I think she meant eventually everyone would know that none of us ever just dies； that we。 。 。 go on somewhere safe。'
Bob sighed。 'I'll be frank with you； Joe。 It made us a little nervous； hearing this superstitious stuff ing from my mother； who was always so down…to…earth。 But it made her happy； and after the
awfulness of the past year…'
'…we didn't see what harm it could do。'
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