Short Cuts by Raymond Carver Page B

what if you believe that, butyou keep it covered up, until one day something happens that should change something, but then you see nothing is going to change after all. What then? Meanwhile, the people around you continue to talk and act as if you were the same person as yesterday, or last night, or five minutes before, but you are really undergoing a crisis, your heart feels damaged.…
    The past is unclear. It’s as if there is a film over those early years. I can’t even be sure that the things I remember happening really happened to me. There was a girl who had a mother and father – the father ran a small café where the mother acted as waitress and cashier – who moved as if in a dream through grade school and high school and then, in a year or two, into secretarial school. Later, much later – what happened to the time in between? – she is in another town working as a receptionist for an electronics parts firm and becomes acquainted with one of the engineers who asks her for a date. Eventually, seeing that’s his aim, she lets him seduce her. She had an intuition at the time, an insight about the seduction that later, try as she might, she couldn’t recall. After a short while they decide to get married, but already the past, her past, is slipping away. The future is something she can’t imagine. She smiles, as if she has a secret, when she thinks about the future. Once, during a particularly bad argument, over what she can’t now remember, five years or so after they were married, he tells her that someday this affair (his words: “this affair”) will end in violence. She remembers this. She files this away somewhere and begins repeating it aloud from time to time. Sometimes she spends the whole morning on her knees in the sandbox behind the garage playing with Dean and one or two of his friends. But every afternoon at four o’clock her head begins to hurt. She holds her forehead and feels dizzy with the pain. Stuart asks her to see a doctor and she does, secretly pleased at the doctor’ssolicitous attention. She goes away for a while to a place the doctor recommends. Stuart’s mother comes out from Ohio in a hurry to care for the child. But she, Claire, spoils everything and returns home in a few weeks. His mother moves out of the house and takes an apartment across town and perches there, as if waiting. One night in bed when they are both near sleep, Claire tells him that she heard some women patients at the clinic discussing fellatio. She thinks this is something he might like to hear. Stuart is pleased at hearing this. He strokes her arm. Things are going to be okay, he says. From now on everything is going to be different and better for them. He has received a promotion and a substantial raise. They’ve even bought another car, a station wagon, her car. They’re going to live in the here and now. He says he feels able to relax for the first time in years. In the dark, he goes on stroking her arm.… He continues to bowl and play cards regularly. He goes fishing with three friends of his.
    That evening three things happen: Dean says that the children at school told him that his father found a dead body in the river. He wants to know about it.
    Stuart explains quickly, leaving out most of the story, saying only that, yes, he and three other men did find a body while they were fishing.
    “What kind of body?” Dean asks. “Was it a girl?”
    “Yes, it was a girl. A woman. Then we called the sheriff.” Stuart looks at me.
    “What’d he say?” Dean asks.
    “He said he’d take care of it.”
    “What did it look like? Was it scary?”
    “That’s enough talk,” I say. “Rinse your plate, Dean, and then you’re excused.”
    “But what’d it look like?” he persists. “I want to know.”
    “You heard me,” I say. “Did you hear me, Dean? Dean!” I want to shake him. I want to shake him until he cries.
    “Do what your mother says,” Stuart tells him quietly. “It was just a body,