Ben Sapphire He"d open the door to the house in Bayonne, the house where he and Estelle had raised their family, calling out, Stellie, honey, I"m home-but no one ran into his arms, no one slept curled around him, telling him every night before they went to sleep how much she loved him. Estelle was gone, gone forever. He wanted to believe he"d catch up with her on the other side but he didn"t believe in the afterlife. It was all s.h.i.t. Dead is dead. Dead and buried. All he had left was his memories and their children and grandchildren. He and Estelle had vowed long ago they would never become a burden to their children. The children had their own lives. And he wanted it that way.
He didn"t know what his future held. Only that he had to get out of that house. He"d already made the decision to put it on the market. His daughters-in-law had disposed of Estelle"s things. They"d taken the good jewelry and furs for themselves, with his blessing. The new leather gloves, gloves Estelle hadn"t yet worn, they gave to Irene for the compa.s.sion she"d shown Ben since the crash. He could see Irene didn"t want the gloves. But what could she do? She was a mensch. She thanked them for thinking of her. Now Ben would move to the Elizabeth Carteret hotel until he found an apartment that suited him. In the meantime, there was always Irene"s couch.
After the funeral, he wanted to talk to the rabbi about something so personal, so shameful, it was eating away at him. But he couldn"t admit it to this rabbi, who had bar mitzvahed his sons, who had married one of them, this rabbi who thought of Ben Sapphire as a loving husband and father, a pillar of the community. Instead, he went to a Catholic church in Elizabeth, where no one would know him, and sat for a long time before he told the priest he had something to confess.
He had not been faithful to Estelle. Men are different, he"d explained early on, men have needs. And she"d understood. Not that she hadn"t cried the first time, until he"d taken her in his arms and rea.s.sured her. I will never leave you. You understand? I will always be here for you and the boys. The others, he didn"t love them, they weren"t worth the hem of her dress. He just couldn"t help himself. Couldn"t ask her to do the things he could pay for, things that made him feel dirty. She was his wife. Now he was done with all that. He"d been done with it for years. Couldn"t remember the last time. But there it was, gnawing at him, giving him sharp pains in his left side, as if he"d eaten popcorn and set off his diverticulitis.
The priest listened as Ben explained he was a Jew but too ashamed to talk about this with his rabbi. The priest was kind and forgiving. He asked Ben to think of others before thinking of himself, to help others before helping himself. To do good with the time he had left. Ben promised. He made a generous donation to the church and another to his synagogue.
He visited the cemetery every day to talk to Estelle, to apologize for the things he"d done, to tell her she"d been his one and only love. If I could do it over...he"d cry. Please, Stellie, give me another chance to prove how much I love you. But Estelle never responded. He stood alone as the winter wind whipped his hat off his head, hoping for a sign-a falling leaf, a dove flying by. He"d have settled for a pigeon. But there was nothing. This was why he cried.
Elizabeth Daily Post
Editorial
NEW YEAR, BUT OLD BUSINESS.
DEC. 31-We watched while giant machines of the air skimmed our rooftops in ever-increasing numbers. We warned against that inevitable day when disaster would follow in their wake.
They said it couldn"t happen. They said we were attempting to block progress.
We watched as the last twisted wing of the plane that had claimed 56 lives was dragged from the banks of the Elizabeth River. We waited in vain for a solution that would make recurrence impossible.
We are still watching and waiting.
When will a concern for the safety of our citizens take precedence over a concern for the business of the Port Authority"s Newark Airport?
8.
Miri Every year Corinne let it be known that Miri was welcome to bring her mother to the Osners" New Year"s Eve party. Every year Miri explained to Corinne that Rusty never went out on New Year"s Eve because New Year"s Eve was when Rusty"s father had died.
"I"m sorry," Corinne would say. "But maybe this year..."
"I doubt it," Miri would tell her. Not that she ever extended Corinne"s invitation to Rusty. Why would she? It wasn"t like the Osners and Rusty socialized, it wasn"t like they were Rusty"s friends, or Rusty"s second family, the way they were hers.
Henry dropped Miri at Natalie"s house on his way to pick up Leah. They were going to the Riviera nightclub in Fort Lee, the place where Frank Sinatra sometimes sang, where Martin and Lewis did their comedy act and Pupi Campo and his band played Latin music. Henry looked dashing in his rented tux. Miri wished she could see Leah. Would she be wearing velvet, taffeta? Would she look like Doris Day in I"ll See You in My Dreams? Sometimes Leah had that Doris Day look, other times she was more Debbie Reynolds, peeking out from under her bangs.
When he pulled up in front of the Osners" house, Henry turned to Miri and said, "Tonight"s the night," which embarra.s.sed her at first, until he dug a small black velvet box out of his pocket. "I"m proposing to Leah at midnight." He opened the box to show Miri the ring.
Miri felt herself choke up. She knew the ring. How many times had she gone with Irene to the vault when she was younger to watch as Irene checked the contents of her safe deposit box, making sure the ring was still there, along with her diamond pin and her important papers? The ring and the pin were the only pieces of good jewelry Irene had left from before 1929, before the stock market crash, a different kind of crash from the one in the Elizabeth River two weeks ago-back when Irene and Max Ammerman still had money, before Max lost his fancy food emporium, before Irene sold the rest of her jewelry to pay the bills, before Max had the first stroke, and then the second, the stroke that killed him on New Year"s Eve, 1937, just weeks before Miri was born. Rusty named her for him. They always lit a yahrzeit candle for Max on New Year"s Eve and another when the notice came from the synagogue listing the date of his death on the Hebrew calendar.
"It"s beautiful," she told Henry. And it was. A lacy design of small twinkly diamonds. Irene had always let her try it on. And even though Irene had said, Someday, when Uncle Henry finds the right girl, he"ll give her this ring, she remembered exactly how disappointed she was at age nine to learn it would not be hers.
"You"re the first to know," Henry said.
"Nana doesn"t know?"
"Maybe tomorrow, if Leah says yes."
"Of course she"ll say yes," Miri told him. "If she doesn"t she"s crazy and you wouldn"t want to marry a crazy person, would you?" She hugged him.
"Happy New Year, Miri. I hope someday I have a daughter exactly like you." He ruffled her hair.
I am your daughter, Miri told him inside her head.
"I know," Henry whispered, as if he"d actually heard what she hadn"t said. Then he hugged her again.
- MIRI WAS NOT HAPPY when Rusty showed up at the Osners" party. And even less happy to see she was wearing her good black dress, her dress shoes and stockings with seams. Then there was the hair. Rita Hayworth hair. To her shoulders. Heads turned when Rusty came into the living room. She waved at Miri but Miri turned away. "What is my mother doing here?" she asked Natalie.
"My mother wants to introduce her to Cousin Tewky from Birmingham."
"Tewky? What kind of a name is Tewky?"
"Some family nickname. He"s my mother"s first cousin, from the banking side of the family. You know, Purvis Brothers Bank."
Miri didn"t know.
"My mother"s from the department store side."
Miri didn"t know that, either. "You should have warned me," she told Natalie.
"How was I supposed to know your mother didn"t tell you she was coming?"
Corinne greeted Rusty and led her straight to a man, a man who must have been Tewky Purvis, balding, not especially handsome, but not ugly, either, with a mustache. Well, half the men in the room had mustaches, including Dr. O. She couldn"t hold that against him. They were talking now, her mother and Tewky Purvis, and laughing, maybe even flirting. Miri didn"t like it. She didn"t know how grown-ups judged each other, especially how women judged men. It never made sense to her. It"s about character, Rusty once told her. Strength, goodness. A sense of humor doesn"t hurt, either.
She didn"t ask how men judged women because she already knew. It was obvious, and Rusty looked glamorous tonight. "That"s not all of it," Rusty had once argued. "But you"re right-looks are certainly a starting point. Chemistry, too." Miri understood chemistry now. Chemistry turned your legs to jelly and made your insides roll over.
If Mason hadn"t had to work tonight Miri might not be at the Osners" party. She hoped she"d never have to choose between her best friend and the boy she loved. Since seventh grade, New Year"s Eve had been for just the two of them, Natalie and Miri. She didn"t think Natalie would have invited Mason. Maybe someday when Natalie was also in love, they"d invite dates to the Osners" party, but not now. Rusty must have thought that Miri would be out with Mason when she accepted Corinne"s invitation. Now she"d have to deal with her daughter keeping an eye on her.
Rusty She decided to go to the party at the last minute when Irene urged her to get out and enjoy herself. Seeing the worry on Miri"s face now, she began to regret her decision. Maybe it had been a mistake to keep the men in her life a secret. Not that there had been many. But she"d never brought a date home. Not one man in fifteen years. She hadn"t done a thing to get Miri used to the idea, to the possibility. In all these years, there had been just two serious boyfriends. One of them had been married. She certainly wasn"t going to introduce him to her family. She knew from the start he would never leave his wife and children. She knew she wasn"t his first affair. Yet she kept seeing him. For five years she saw him every week. If you asked her about him today she wouldn"t be able to explain it. Just that she"d been young and she"d enjoyed the attention, the thrill, the s.e.x.
The second man was decent and available. He"d proposed after a few months, with a diamond as big as her thumbnail. For a minute she thought she could learn to love him, could be happy with his promise of a big house in the suburbs, a maid to clean and cook, summer camp for Miri. But when it came time to introduce him to the family she couldn"t do it. They would see right through her. They would see the truth-she didn"t love him, wasn"t the least attracted to him and didn"t want to marry him, not even for an easier life.
Sometimes she wondered about her first love, but not often. A girl gets in trouble, she marries the boy. They wind up hating each other, resenting each other and finally they get a divorce. By then it"s taken its toll on both of them and their children. No, she never wanted that, which is why she"d refused to allow her mother to call the Monskys and force Mike to marry her. Maybe she would fall in love again. If and when that happened she would introduce him to Miri. But until then, what was the point?
Miri The Osners" living room glowed. The Hanukkah bush was gone, replaced by a fire in the fireplace, and, at the baby grand from Altenburgs on East Jersey Street, Dr. O sat on the upholstered bench, covered by a needlepoint canvas hand-st.i.tched by Corinne. His fingers danced over the keys, never hesitating, the same fingers that worked magic in his patients" mouths. The guests were singing around the piano, gla.s.ses of Scotch and rye and bourbon resting on coasters to avoid getting water marks on the polished ebony. If anyone was careless, Mrs. Barnes was there in a flash, slipping a coaster under a gla.s.s here, scooping a crumpled c.o.c.ktail napkin into her pocket to be deposited in the trash in the kitchen, where Mrs. Jones and her daughters, Rhonda and Jamison, were stacking up Sloppy Joe sandwiches on silver platters.
Mrs. Jones was also the Osners" laundress, spending every Thursday at their house, washing and ironing the Osners" clothes, their bed linens. At the end of the day Natalie"s blouses, every one perfect, would be lined up on hangers in her closet. Never any last-minute ironing with the ironing board set up in the Osners" kitchen, the way it was at Miri"s, so that when you put on your blouse it was still warm. Mrs. Jones ironed their pillowcases, the tops of their sheets and Suzanne once told Miri that Mrs. Jones ironed their towels, but Miri hadn"t believed her. "Why would anyone iron towels?"
"I don"t know, but she irons Natalie"s dungarees, too. You can see the creases. And Corinne"s underwear. I"ve seen her ironing Corinne"s slips and nightgowns."
Sometimes, when Miri was ironing one of her Ship "n Sh.o.r.e blouses she pretended she was a laundress, like Mrs. Jones. But the one time she"d tried to iron a bra it had melted into nothing. Poof, and her pretty blue nylon bra was gone forever.
Miri and Natalie joined the singers around the piano. When someone called out the name of a song, Dr. O didn"t hesitate. He moved right into it. For the first time every song spoke directly to Miri. He dances overhead, on the ceiling near my bed. Yes, she thought. One day you"re a regular girl, two weeks later, you"re someone in love-and wasn"t that also the t.i.tle of a song?
When Rusty and Tewky came to the piano, Miri stopped singing. Rusty knew every word of every song and sang them too loud, smiling at Tewky, enjoying herself. Not that Rusty didn"t sing in her room, or when she was in the bathtub, but out in public? This was something new to Miri, and she found it embarra.s.sing.
By then the dining room table was laden with platters. Not just the Sloppy Joe sandwiches, but a chafing dish of spicy meatb.a.l.l.s in sauce, brisket sliced as thin as paper with white horseradish, cuc.u.mber salad, potato salad and pickles. There were trays of cookies and tarts. And rugeleh from the Jewish bakery.
Fern ran around the table in circles, like a small, badly behaved dog, and if not exactly barking and snapping at people"s ankles, then close to it. Mrs. Barnes tried to catch her but Fern was too fast.
After the buffet supper the guests headed downstairs to the finished bas.e.m.e.nt, where she and Mason had first danced together. She wished he could see it tonight, with gold and silver half-moons and stars hanging from the ceiling. At the bar, bottles of Champagne sat on ice waiting for midnight toasts. And the music-instead of Nat King Cole singing "Nature Boy," the jukebox was filled with dance music for Corinne and Dr. O"s crowd-the samba, the rhumba and the newest craze, the mambo.
"You"d think Pupi were here himself," Miri heard one of the guests say, reminding her that Uncle Henry was dancing with Leah to the real, live Pupi at the Riviera.
Miri had to admit Tewky Purvis was a good dancer, the way he twirled Rusty but never lost control, the way Rusty was able to follow his every move. As far as Miri knew, the only place Rusty danced was in her bedroom, though sometimes she"d turn on the record player in the living room and try to get Miri to be her partner. As a little girl, Miri had loved to jitterbug with her mother, but not anymore.
Miri preferred to watch Steve Osner dancing with Phil Stein"s cousin Kathy, who wore a dark-green strapless velvet dress. She laughed a lot, and when she did, her dark eyes sparkled and crinkled up. You could tell Steve was gaga over her. Maybe she was gaga over Steve, too, even though she was a year ahead of him, already a college girl. Miri could recognize love now, or maybe it was attraction she recognized-either way, she knew it when she saw it. She could feel it when it was in the air and it was in the air around Steve Osner and Kathy Stein.
Natalie gave her a nudge. They were sitting on the steps leading up to the kitchen. "See those earrings my mother"s wearing?" Corinne was dancing with Dr. O. "Daddy gave them to her for Hanukkah. She let me try them on. She said someday I"ll find a husband who"ll give me diamond earrings. Then she reminded me for the millionth time, it"s just as easy to fall in love with a rich boy as a poor boy, which is interesting, considering Daddy was a poor boy who had to work his way all through school. She said even though some people say diamonds aren"t important, they are. I didn"t tell her I"m never getting married."
"Since when?" Miri asked, surprised.
"Since I promised Ruby my career as a dancer would always come first."
"Do you think you should be making promises to someone who"s..." She stopped herself just in time.
"I told you," Natalie said, annoyed. "She"s not dead. She"s living inside me."
"But what does that mean?"
Natalie shook her head. "You"re not even trying to understand."
Miri wanted to understand what Natalie was trying to tell her. For all she knew it was possible. Just because she"d never heard of having a dead person living inside you, didn"t mean it couldn"t happen. She"d read about spirits, about ghosts. Not that she believed they were real. No, she argued with herself, this thing with Natalie was crazy. It was impossible. Natalie was going nuts. Maybe she should tell someone. But Natalie trusted her with her secret. If she told, she"d be betraying her best friend, wouldn"t she? Or would she be helping her? Miri wasn"t sure. This was a secret she wished she"d never heard.
The conga line zigzagged around the room, everyone laughing as they one, two, three, kicked! Dr. O led the way. Rusty was sandwiched between him and Tewky Purvis. Kathy Stein held on to Tewky"s waist, and Steve held hers, followed by Corinne, then Dr. Reiss.
"Come on," Natalie said, dragging Miri out to join the fun. They broke in between Dr. O and Rusty so that Miri held Natalie"s waist and Rusty held hers. Not the way she would have planned it.
Dr. O turned off the jukebox and switched on the radio for the countdown to midnight. Corinne handed out party hats and noise-makers, and as the clock struck midnight corks popped, the guests cheered and everyone started kissing.
Miri watched Steve Osner kissing Kathy Stein, his hands on her naked back. When she and Mason kissed they were almost always wearing winter coats. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have his hands on her naked back. Just that thought was enough to make her legs so weak she had to sit down.
She was grateful her mother wasn"t kissing Cousin Tewky or anyone else.
"You don"t have to worry," Natalie said.
"Who"s worrying?"
"It"s written all over your face."
"What is?"
"He"s not interested in getting married."
"Suppose he falls for Rusty?"
"I"m telling you, that"s not going to happen. So you can relax and wish me a Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, Nat."
"Happy New Year, Mir."
They hugged.
While the Champagne flowed, welcoming in 1952, the guests told one another it was going to be a great year. Miri hoped they were right.
Elizabeth Daily Post
INVESTIGATION.
Stewardess Who Perished in Crash Warned Sister By Henry Ammerman JAN. 8-A highlight at the CAB hearing yesterday was a report that the stewardess on the C-46 that crashed on Dec. 16 had telephoned her sister just five minutes before the plane took off, telling her that the plane was "unfit to fly." She said that pa.s.sengers on the aircraft"s trip in from the West Coast suffered because cabin heaters had been inoperative.
Joseph O. Fluet, heading the investigation for the CAB, dismissed this as conjecture. He focused attention on a graphic presentation showing the course and probable alt.i.tudes flown by the plane. This had been carefully compiled from eyewitness reports and the locations of parts from the plane that fell to the ground. Experts on the C-46 have been brought in to examine the wreckage, with particular attention to the right engine, which had been streaming smoke.