The Almost Moon

“If that,” he said.

“Touché,” I said, and zipped up my pants while slipping on my flats.

“You’ve got to admit this isn’t our usual way of relating.”

“We’ll take my car,” I said. “I’ll drive. You go around the side.”

“Sweet. Mom always makes me drive.”

I sat down behind the wheel and whisked my purse off the passenger seat, tucking it by my side. I pictured an eight-year-old Hamish ru

He swooped in and kissed me on the cheek.

“Buckle up,” I said, my spine stiff against the soft and mealy seat.

I backed out of the driveway, the gravel crunching under my tires. It was Leo’s baby carrier that had torn the hole in the back of the passenger seat. I had struggled to get it inside the car on the day my mother dropped him, trying to show Emily I could take care of it while she stood on the sidewalk, clasping Leo to her chest and shouting, “It doesn’t matter, Mother! Leave it! Leave it!” until I shoved the carrier in and slammed the door. Inside the car, I turned and saw a spot of blood seep through Leo’s blue baby bo

“Who is Natalie out with?” I asked as I swung the car onto the road and started off.

“Shit,” Hamish said. “Don’t make me tell you.”

But I didn’t want to talk about what had happened between us. “Okay, can we talk about your father instead? Are you ever happy that he died?”

“Man, what’s with you? I’m sorry about back there, but chill out, okay? I want to make you happy.”

“Sorry, I just came from my mother’s house.”

“Oh.”

It was roundly known that my mother and I had problems with each other, that I attended her by duty, but now I had done something stupid, I knew. I had given Hamish knowledge of my previous whereabouts. I was a lousy criminal, and he was a lousy lay. We were perfect together.

“It’s good with my mom,” Hamish said. “We get along, and living together works for us. It was harder with Dad.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, feeling guilty now.

“I’ll tell you if you want.”

I remembered Hamish as a toddler then, how he would allow Emily to boss him around and how, over time, she took advantage of this in a way I didn’t like. He was that same boy now. He would tell me what I wanted to know in the same way he would endlessly give his toys to my small daughter or bring her, on demand, bucket after bucket of sand for building Barbie castles. Natalie and I had pretended only briefly that the two of them would grow up to be married. At a certain point we both realized that neither of us knew the first thing about what made a good marriage.

“You know your father and I didn’t get along,” I said.

We had driven out of the McMansions-set-in-birches section and were passing through the long no-man’s-land of one-story warehouses and shabby ’50s-era community halls.

“That’s not unusual for you,” Hamish said, looking straight ahead.

“What?”

“If you call ‘mostly ignoring me’ getting along,” he said.

“I’ve never ignored you,” I said.

“I know what you think of me.”

“Which is?”

“That I’m lazy. That I’m a drain on my mom. Stuff like that.”

I was silent. Everything he said was true. I pulled off Phoenixville Pike and onto Moorehall Road. I was taking the long way round.

“I’m a real bitch, huh?” I said.

Hamish laughed. “You know what? You kind of can be.”

I slowed the car down and sca

“He picked her up in a Toyota four-by-four,” Hamish said.

I cleared my throat and put my turn indicator on for Yellow Springs.

“My dad was horrible in a lot of ways,” Hamish said. “I don’t miss the screaming between them and between me and him. He hated me.”

It was the moment to say “No, he didn’t” or “I’m sure that’s not true,” but I wouldn’t. Hamish may have needed a tantric-sex tutorial, but his sense of the truth was exact.

“My mom’s glad,” Hamish said. “Though she wouldn’t say it to me. His great dream was to move back to Scotland someday.”

“How can she stand to live so near the bridge?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you what I think,” Hamish said. “I think it’s because she wants to be there in case his spirit rises out of Pickering Creek so she can bash it over the head.”

“That’s how I feel about my mother,” I said.

“I know,” Hamish said, and reached out to touch my hair.

How long would it take Jake to get to Pe

“She met him on the Internet-Mom’s date,” Hamish said. “He’s a contractor from Downingtown.”

“What?”

“She was afraid you’d judge her. I think she wants to get married again.”

We passed the gravel yards and one or two low-lying buildings that, for as long as I’d lived in the valley, I’d never seen anyone enter or leave. These buildings sported two large Vs on their corrugated windowless outsides and were protected by electrified fencing.

“Remember?” I said, nodding toward the steel buildings.

“I just wanted to get in because they were keeping us out,” Hamish said. “I wasn’t going to steal anything.”

“A Toyota four-by-four, huh?”

“Helen, judge? Helen never judges. She loves everything!”

“Bitch?” I asked.

“Grade A.”

“Who would want less?” I said, laughing.

“That’s why Dad sent me to Valley Forge,” he said after a moment had passed. And my heart saw Hamish in his most difficult years. How he had tried to make his father happy and repeatedly failed, how when the three of them came to di

On the other side of Vanguard Industries was the remnant of a town established in the years before the Revolutionary War, with additions being made sporadically after that until the end of the 1800s. Only seven buildings remained, and these were all on one side of the road. Those on the opposite side had been washed away in the same storm that revealed the great mother lode of gravel that comprised Lapling Quarry.

Everything in the small town was closed as Hamish and I cruised past. The still-functioning general store, with an attached tavern that served only Schlitz, had shut down at eight p.m. Through the windows, I saw the low lights on over the bar, and Nick Stolfuz-my age and the only son of the owner-mopping up.

At the corner of the boarded-up Ironsmith I

It was on a drive with Natalie that I discovered the view of the Limerick nuclear plant. It was during a long, humid afternoon in the early ’80s, when I was visiting my parents with Emily in tow. Sarah had stayed in Madison with Jake.

Every time I came home to Pe