Reunion Beach by Elin Hilderbrand (english novels for students .TXT) 📕

community center. Kate privately asked Tiger if it wasn’t difficult for poor Magee to clean the teeth of sixteen children per day, none of whom were her own? And how did she handle the busybody mothers, who must be wondering when Magee would have good news to share?

Magee held up surprisingly well to Kate. She loved her job, loved her patients, loved Dr. Brezza. There had been one agonizing moment when Tiger wondered if maybe Magee actually loved Dr. Brezza—maybe they were having an affair and Magee was secretly on the Pill so as not to become pregnant with Dr. Brezza’s baby. When Tiger came home (after a few too many beers following the Vietnam Veterans Bowling League championship) and asked Magee if this were the case, she crumpled.

She wasn’t having an affair with Dr. Brezza or anyone else. She loved Tiger, and she wanted a baby with Tiger more than she wanted to breathe. She didn’t know what was wrong. She didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and didn’t take Quaaludes like so many other Wellesley women did.

Magee quit her job and gave Kate’s method a try. She joined the Ladies’ Auxiliary, audited an anatomy class at Pine Manor, learned to roller skate because she heard it was good physical fitness.

When there was still no sign of a baby, Magee agreed to see a doctor. Magee’s own mother had a theory that radiation from all of the mouth X-rays that Magee administered had somehow fried her insides. Magee knew this wasn’t the case but she submitted herself to a complete physical exam at the Brigham nonetheless, which involved a lot of poking and prodding both of Magee’s body and her psyche. Magee waited three days for the results of the exam—all she could think of was Jennifer Cavalleri in Love Story learning that she had leukemia—but when the call finally came, it was with the news that she was in perfect working condition.

Then, it was Tiger’s turn. He’d been at war. He could have been exposed to chemicals or gases that affected his sperm count or motility. And so he went to the Brigham as well and gave the doctor a specimen (that was weird) but his sperm count was high, his swimmers veritable Olympians.

The problem then became that there was no problem. The problem was lack of patience and high expectations. The problem was that sex stopped feeling like a natural manifestation of Tiger’s love for his wife and more like a test he was failing. Magee started going to the public library to research fertility issues. There were options—medical procedures, drugs—that could be pursued right there in Boston, right at the Brigham! The science, Magee said, was remarkable. A baby had been conceived in a test tube!

Tiger didn’t want his child conceived in a laboratory. Call him old-fashioned, call him stodgy, but he’d rather adopt one of the millions of children orphaned in Vietnam than be subjected to “drugs,” and “procedures.”

Before Magee could get too carried away, life intervened. Exalta got a head cold that turned into pneumonia. Then she suffered a minor stroke and became bedridden. Bill Crimmins was good for hand-holding, but not much else. Kate was alternately too worried and too impatient to be helpful and so she looked into hiring private nurses, but it was very expensive for round-the-clock care. Magee saw a chance to put to use all the love and attention she had been storing up for their future children. She spent countless hours caring for Exalta. She fed her soft foods, made sure she took her pills, read to her, plumped her pillows, sat with her through endless episodes of The Flying Nun, consulted with Exalta’s doctor over the phone and with the night nurse each morning.

Now that Exalta is gone, so is Magee’s newfound purpose. And what’s left is not only Exalta’s absence, but the absence of a baby as well. Tiger gets it.

HE HASN’T BEEN INSIDE a church in over ten years. Even when he and Magee got married, it was outside on the front lawn of his parents’ Nantucket home. He can’t quite explain why he’s avoided it. He certainly has a lot to be grateful for—his success in business; his beautiful, devoted wife; hell, the mere fact that he’s alive. A lot of guys Tiger knew in the war became either atheists or Born-Again Christians. If it’s one thing Tiger learned, it’s that God doesn’t live in a church. For Tiger, God lives in the shaking hands of a US Air Force fighter pilot who needs Tiger to tie his bowling shoes but who can, somehow, send a ten-pound ball down the boards for a strike. God is in the illuminated windows of Tiger’s neighborhood, homes occupied by Americans who are safe and sound inside, enjoying pot roast and Donny & Marie. God is in the Firestone tires of Tiger’s Trans Am, in the gravelly voice of Wolfman Jack on the radio, in four-year-old Joey Bell from down the street who saluted when Tiger marched past in the Memorial Day parade. God is in the glove of Carlton Fisk. God is in the ocean as seen from the windows of their summer bedroom.

God is all these places, so why would Tiger—or anyone—need to go to church?

Well, today he needs to go so his mother doesn’t wallop him. She spies him smoking outside the front door of St. Paul’s Episcopal and, perhaps, suspects that he’d like to skip the service altogether because she plucks the cigarette from his mouth and grinds it out beneath the sole of her black slingback heel.

“Get inside,” she says, “and pray for your grandmother.”

“Too late now,” Tiger deadpans. Then, he grins. Will his mother find this funny?

Kate shakes her head before letting a fraction of a smile slip. “Pray for yourself, then. And your sainted wife.”

Maybe he should go inside and pray for a baby, he thinks. It couldn’t hurt.

4

Heart of Glass

With Exalta’s death, Kate is now the matriarch of the family.