Close Your Eyes. Amanda Eyre Ward

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СКАЧАТЬ smoothed my Ann Taylor pantsuit. I was too old to be called lady by some skinny drummer, but I knew when to keep my mouth shut. ‘Follow me,’ I said, heading up the cement walkway. I found the lockbox, entered my Realtor code, and removed the key.

      ‘There’s a big crack in the foundation,’ said Liz, pointing.

      ‘Interesting,’ I said. ‘These old houses . . .’ I couldn’t really think of what to say, so I trailed off.

      ‘These old houses what?’ said Liz.

      I cleared my throat. ‘Some have foundation problems. Some have charm. Some, Liz, have both. Foundations can be fixed.’

      ‘Oh, okay,’ said Liz, taking Mitch’s hand and stepping across the threshold.

      ‘The fireplace works,’ I said. ‘Nice light here in the living room.’ I consulted my cheat sheet. ‘Built in 1942. Kitchen renovated last year.’

      Mitch looked around, nodding. He was so thin it made me wince. Liz made her way through the house. It was empty and smelled a bit like mold. If the homeowners were my clients, I would have put a simmering pan of apple cider on the stove.

      ‘Whoa!’ said Liz. We followed her voice and found her in a top-of-the-line kitchen. Stainless-steel fixtures, Corian counter-tops, stained concrete floor. ‘This is amazing,’ she said. ‘Look, hon, if I’m washing dishes, I can see the trees!’ She mimed scrubbing a pot, gazing at the large backyard. Mitch stood behind her and put his arms around her waist. She leaned in to him. ‘It’s wonderful,’ she said.

      Mitch kissed the top of her head.

      Out of nowhere, I felt a panic attack coming on. ‘I’ll be right back,’ I said. ‘I’ll leave you two lovebirds.’ I walked quickly, finding a bathroom off the master and slipping in, shutting and locking the door. In the mirror, my face was very pale. I sat down and put my head between my knees. I concentrated on my breathing.

      ‘Lauren?’ said Mitch. He was knocking, hard.

      ‘Okay,’ I said, standing and brushing dust off my pants. ‘I’m fine. There’s an oversize tub. Chrome-plated faucets!’

      ‘You’ve been in the bathroom for, like, a half hour,’ called Liz. ‘Um, I’ve got to get back to work.’

      ‘Right, right,’ I said. I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. I smiled as brightly as I could. ‘So, looks like we’ve got some Kohler bathroom fixtures.’

      ‘Have you been crying?’ said Mitch.

      ‘No,’ I said. But when I touched my face, it was wet.

      ‘Thanks for showing us the house,’ said Liz. She was holding Mitch’s hand. ‘We’ll, um, we’ll be in touch.’

      ‘Great!’ I said. ‘Awesome.’ I followed them out of the house and returned the key to the lockbox. I waved as they made their way down the street. Then I called Gerry.

      ‘I am going crazy,’ I said when he answered.

      ‘What?’ said Gerry. ‘Where are you?’

      ‘Texas Avenue and Liberty Street,’ I said. ‘I’m having a heart – or a panic – attack. Maybe both.’ But just being on the phone with Gerry made me feel calmer.

      ‘It’s okay, honey,’ said Gerry. ‘I love you. Do you want me to come get you?’

      I lay down on the lawn underneath a coffee tree. ‘I’m sober, I swear,’ I said. ‘The sky is very bright.’

      ‘Good God,’ said Gerry, laughing.

      ‘I’m scared, honey,’ I said.

      After a while, I heard a car pull up. When I opened my eyes, Gerry was standing above me, his sweet face blocking the sun. ‘Get up from underneath that tree,’ he said.

      ‘Or maybe you should join me,’ I said.

      Gerry lay down. I rolled on my side and rested my head on his shoulder. ‘What happened?’ he said.

      ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I kind of blacked out.’

      ‘Are you all right now?’

      ‘I guess,’ I said. ‘But I’d like to stay here a while, if that’s okay with you.’

      ‘It’s a Wednesday afternoon,’ said Gerry. ‘I think this is the perfect place to be.’

      I lay back and he touched his head to mine. We watched the blue, blue sky.

      ‘I’m going to therapy,’ I said. ‘I’ll fix this. My brain, I mean.’

      ‘This is a very comfortable lawn,’ commented Gerry. His lips were close to my ear, and his words made me turn and kiss him.

      ‘Do you think you’ll still love me when I’m not crazy?’ I said.

      ‘Yes,’ said Gerry.

       Chapter 6

      I went on the Blue Cross Blue Shield website and found a list of therapists in Austin. Because she was located down the street from Texas French Bread, which had great coffee, I called to make an appointment with Jane Stafford, MA, LPC. On her answering machine, Jane’s voice was warm. She sounded like my college friend Amy’s mother, who used to send packages of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. As I left a message, I remembered how Amy was always worried about her weight so gave the treats to me. I used to nibble while I studied, cookies and Diet Coke.

      While I waited for Jane to call back, I google-searched my symptoms. According to WebMD.com, it seemed I might have OCD, ADD, or generalized anxiety disorder. Perhaps it could be disassociation.

      Jane called back, and I told her about my self-diagnosis. ‘Are you free next Wednesday morning, September twenty-fourth, four P.M.?’ she asked.

      ‘Um,’ I said, ‘yes, yes, sure.’

      ‘I look forward to meeting you, Lauren,’ she said.

      ‘Me, too,’ I said. Then I hung up and wondered why I had said Me, too, and what Jane Stafford would make of that.

      Gerry finished his latest podcast an hour later, and when he came inside, I told him about my appointment. He gave me a hug and then said, ‘Put on your flip-flops. Two-for-one kebab night at Fatoosh.’

       Chapter 7

      With Alex in Iraq, time passed slowly Though he had been gone only two weeks by the time I first met Jane Stafford, it seemed much longer. I thought of him all the time and read his daily e-mails over and over. He was happy and tired, was the gist of them.

      ‘Iraq, wrote Alex, is both boring and brutal. People are on edge, waiting for more bad news. But they’re living their lives anyway – what else can they do? A boy came in today with a broken elbow, but his injury had nothing to do with war. He’d been playing soccer on pavement and had taken СКАЧАТЬ