The Summer Garden. Paullina Simons

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      The following afternoon at 12:30, she wasn’t at the marina. Alexander could usually spot her from a great distance, waiting for them on the docks, even before he entered the no wake zone. But today, he pulled up, he docked, let the women and the old men off as Anthony stood by the plank and saluted them. He waited and waited.

      “Where’s Mommy?”

      “Good question, son.” Alexander had relented; she had asked him this morning to forgive Anthony, and he did and took the boy with him, admonishing him to keep to himself. Now Ant was here, and his mother wasn’t. Was she upset with him after yesterday’s excruciating conversation?

      “Maybe she took a nap and forgot to wake up,” said Anthony.

      “Does Mommy usually sleep during the day?”

      “Never.”

      He waited a little longer and decided to bring the boy home. He himself had to be back by two for the afternoon tour. Anthony, his joy in life unmitigated by external circumstance, stopped and touched every rust spot, every blade of grass that grew where it wasn’t supposed to. Alexander had to put the boy on his shoulders to get home a little faster.

      Tatiana wasn’t home either.

      “So where’s Mommy?”

      “I don’t know, Ant. I was hoping you’d know.”

      “So what are we gonna do?”

      “We’ll wait, I guess.” Alexander was smoking one cigarette after another.

      Anthony stood in front of him. “I’m thirsty.”

      “All right, I can get you a drink.”

      “That’s not the cup Mommy uses. That’s not the juice Mommy uses. That’s not how Mommy pours it.” Then he said, “I’m thirsty and I’m hungry. Mommy always feeds me.”

      “Yes, me too,” said Alexander, but he made him a sandwich with cheese and peanut butter.

      He thought for sure she would be back any minute with the laundry or with groceries.

      At one thirty, Alexander was running out of options.

      He said, “Let’s go, Antman. Let’s take one more look, and if we can’t find her, I guess you’ll have to come with me.”

      Instead of walking left to Memorial Park, they decided to walk right on Bayshore, past the construction site for the hospital. There was another small park on the other side. Anthony said sometimes they went there to play.

      Alexander saw her from a distance, not at the park, but at the Mercy Hospital construction site, sitting on what looked to be a dirt mound.

      When he got closer, he saw she was sitting motionless on a stack of two-by-fours. He saw her from the side, her hair in its customary plait, her hands laid tensely in a cross on her lap.

      Anthony saw her and ran. “Mommy!”

      She came out of her reverie, turned her head, and her face wrinkled in a contrite scrunch. “Uh-oh,” she said, standing up and rushing to them. “Have I been a bad girl?”

      “On so many levels,” Alexander said, coming up to her. “You know I have to get back by two.”

      “I’m sorry,” she said, bending to Anthony. “I lost track of time. You okay, bud? I see Daddy fed you.”

      “What are you doing?” Alexander asked, but she was pretending to wipe the crumbs off Anthony’s mouth and didn’t reply.

      “I see. Well, I have to go,” he said coldly, bending to kiss Anthony on the head.

      That evening they were having dinner, almost not talking. Tatiana, trying to make light conversation, mentioned that Mercy Hospital was the first Catholic hospital in the Greater Miami area, a ministry of the Roman Catholic Church, and it was being built in the shape of a cross, when Alexander interrupted her. “So this is what you’ve been doing with your free time?”

      “Free time?” she said curtly. “How do you think you get food on your table?”

      “I didn’t have food on my table this afternoon.”

      “Once.”

      “Was that the first time you were sitting there?”

      She couldn’t lie to him. “No,” she admitted. “But it’s nothing. I just go and sit.”

      “Why?”

      “I don’t know. I just do, that’s all.”

      “Tatiana, let me understand,” Alexander said, and his voice got hard. “You have the Barnacle House to visit, the Vizcaya Palace, the Italianate Gardens, there is shopping, and libraries, there’s the ocean, and swimming and sunbathing, and reading, but what you do with the only two hours you have to yourself all day is go and sit in a dust bowl, watching construction workers build a hospital?”

      Tatiana didn’t say anything at first. “As you well know,” she said quietly, “the way you are toward me, I have much more than two hours to myself all day.”

      Alexander didn’t say anything.

      “So why don’t you call Vikki and ask her to come down and spend a few weeks with you?” he said at last.

      “Oh, just stop forcing Vikki on me all the time!” Tatiana exclaimed in a voice so loud it surprised even her.

      Alexander stood up from the table. “Don’t raise your fucking voice to me.”

      Tatiana jumped up. “Well, stop talking nonsense then!”

      His hands slammed the table. “What did I say?”

      “You left me and were gone for three days in Deer Isle!” she yelled. “Three days! Did you ever explain to me where you were? Did you ever tell me? And do I bang the table? Meanwhile I sit for five minutes a block away from our house and suddenly you’re all up in arms! I mean, are you even serious?”

      “TATIANA!” His fist crashed into the table and dishes rattled off to the floor.

      Anthony burst into tears. Holding his hands over his ears, he was saying, “Mommy, Mommy, stop it.”

      Tatiana threw up her hands and went to her son. Alexander stormed out.

      Inside the bedroom Anthony said, “Mommy, don’t yell at Daddy or he’ll go away again.”

      Tatiana wanted to explain that adults sometimes argued but knew Anthony wouldn’t understand. Bessie and Nick Moore argued. Anthony’s mom and dad didn’t argue. The child couldn’t see that they were getting less good at pretending they were both made of china and not flint. At least there was actual participation, though as with all things, one had to be careful what one wished for.

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