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and steady, and I wondered if perhaps she was so exhausted that she’d
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fallen quickly asleep.
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I lay on my back with my hands clasped over my stomach and I felt
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very much in control. This wasn’t what I’d planned— remember that,
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yes— but I wasn’t dissatisfied with the outcome.
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“Jane?” Her voice broke in her throat.
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I didn’t reply.
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“Did you hear anything?” she whispered into her pillow. “Anything
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at all?”
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Still I didn’t reply.
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“Jane?” she said again, a little louder this time.
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“What?” I said sluggishly, as though already half asleep.
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“Did you hear him? Did you hear when he fell? Or anything after-
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wards?” she asked. “You were there, weren’t you? Perhaps there was— ”
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“There was nothing,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows, peering
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into the darkness to where I thought she was lying.
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“Nothing at all?” she asked. “All that time. And nothing at all?”
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“No,” I replied. “I didn’t know . . . I didn’t hear a thing. I guess he— ”
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“Was gone,” she interrupted. “Yes, I suppose he must have al-
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ready gone.”
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That was the fourth lie I told Marnie.
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I didn’t have a choice, did I? How could I answer those questions
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honestly? I couldn’t. I knew it then and I know it now. And yet, curi-
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ously, it was my denial, my self- proclaimed innocence, that nudged us
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back onto our path.
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The truth would have been far more damaging for her.
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Because then she’d have had no one.
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A life doesn’t end when a person dies. Wouldn’t it be wonderful
if it did? If you died and all the memories in which you existed
simply evaporated from the minds of their hosts, disappearing into the
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ether. If you were erased— at that very moment— from everywhere and
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everyone.
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I wouldn’t remember Jonathan. I wouldn’t remember loving him or
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marrying him. I wouldn’t remember his freckles or his strong thighs or
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the veins that ran along the back of his hands. I would be sad to lose
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those memories, certainly. But I wouldn’t know that they’d been lost,
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so I wouldn’t know to miss them. I would have no grief.
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I wouldn’t remember Charles. I wouldn’t remember hating him or
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killing him. I wouldn’t remember his firm jaw or the narrow bridge of
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his nose or the way he pinched his chin when he was thinking. I
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wouldn’t remember him begging for help.
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Marnie would never have met him. She would never have moved
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into that apartment, she would never have loved him, never have mar-
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ried him. He would have disappeared entirely.
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But that isn’t how the world works. There are no blank slates, no fresh
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written in stone, permanent, never to be undone. They are all entirely
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irrevocable. Even if you find a way to unwind a specific decision, to un-
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pick those threads, that decision will always have been made.
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You chose your first job. You will never have another first job. You
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picked an apartment in a part of a city, and you will always have lived
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in that part of that city, whatever comes next, whatever else you choose.
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It never stops. The decisions are always binding. You pick a partner.
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Perhaps you marry him. Perhaps he becomes the father of your chil-
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dren. He will always be the father of your children, regardless of every
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decision you make from that point onward; whatever you might do
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next, that choice will always stand.
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It is overwhelming. I cannot escape from the endless suffocation of
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my own decisions.
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I would like it better if life were like a spiderweb, with a labyrinth
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of options, sprawling out from a single, central point. We would have
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all manner of choices, and not one would be irreversible, because there
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would always be another path back to the beginning. But instead we
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have only one straight thread, no choices at all, a relentless momentum
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and only one direction.
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Jonathan has gone. Charles has gone. And yet they haven’t really left
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us at all.
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Whenever I am working through a crossword, I think of Charles. I
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wonder what he might say, if he would know how to unravel the final
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clue, if he would know the answer that eludes me. Whenever I see a
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man whose toenails are slightly too long, I think of Charles. I think of
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his ugly feet and the way he insisted on wearing sandals around their
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flat in the summer. Whenever I see a tie tied too tight, I think of
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Charles. When a man asks for the wine menu and then peruses it at
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in my memory and so he is never as far away as I would like.
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the London marathon. I cannot stand to see the joggers in their bright
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Lycra, their numbers pinned to their chests, their headphones and their
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sweatbands and their tightly laced trainers. I cannot stand to see the
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charity runners in their fancy dress, their madcap contraptions, the
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smiles across their faces and the laughter they provoke. Because it all
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makes me think of Jonathan, and not of Jonathan as I knew and loved
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him, but of Jonathan as he died.
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There are things that remind me of him in a more positive way, too.
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When I watch groups of men speed past on bicycles on weekends, head-
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ing out of the city and toward the suburbs, to charge up hills and fly
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back down, to clock the miles, and to stop for a pint and a sandwich in
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a pub on a country lane. That was something Jonathan loved to do. I
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think of him whenever I’m at Angel tube station, because that was
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where we parted each morning, after toasted bagels and bananas and
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the panicked hunt through the piles of shoes in the understair cup-
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board and the rush to the platform, because we were always running
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just a few minutes late. I think of him whenever I pour myself the dregs
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This is what it means to have been alive. This is what it means to
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have ghosts.
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Marnie and I are stuck on the same single thread, living with death,
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never able to recover the versions of us that existed before it.
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Are you feeling sorry for me?
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Do you see a woman warped by guilt?
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wish that they were more malleable, that I could see my life both with
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and without them at the very same time. I would like, for example, to
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see what this life might look like with Jonathan and without Charles.
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it always one at the expense of the other? I would like to manipulate my
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All of which is simply to say that the story continued. I hope you
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don’t mind me going on; we do have the time, after all. And you
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wouldn’t want to be here on your own.
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The important thing to recognize is that in the days after that death
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I knew that I had made an irreversible decision. And I was content to
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live with the consequences. I felt sadness regularly, yes, when I saw
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Marnie’s swollen eyelids, her chapped lips, the heartbreak written there
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on her face. But I didn’t feel guilt. And in fact, I felt rather optimistic.
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I thought I had found a way to create a spiderweb. And I felt a little
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safer, a little steadier, too.
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I’m getting carried away.
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he funeral was well attended. Charles’s colleagues— mostly
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men with chiseled jaws and sharp, dark suits— brought their
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wives, all pretty and blond in tight black dresses and patent stilettos.
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They were accompanied by Charles’s secretary, Debbie, the only
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Charles’s school and university friends arrived at the same time,
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dark glasses propped on their foreheads and thin black ties hanging
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around their necks. They hovered at the gates of the church, finishing
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their cigarettes, stubbing them out on the railings and grinding the
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butts into the paving slabs beneath their feet. A couple of them were
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accompanied by children, hip- height boys in black trousers and white
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shirts, three of them playing together and laughing inappropriately
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loudly. I wondered if Charles, in his casket, was wearing a tie, too,
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tightened around his crooked neck.
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panicking about their welfare— would they have been fed, washed,
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changed?— and trying to prove that she was suffering the most, far
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more than anybody else. I imagined that this was probably not the case.
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Nonetheless, she was gallantly performing a strange exaggerated grief.
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She seemed to have an endless supply of tissues and was indulging in
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regular mascara top- ups and was constantly hiccuping tears. Charles’s
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mother had been planning to attend. She’d been doing a little better,
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Louise had said, until suddenly she wasn’t doing better at all and was
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too frail, too weak for the long journey. Marnie’s parents were there.
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Marnie didn’t seem to mind. She had been quiet in the days before
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had cried very little. But she had woken in the middle of the night a
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number of times, sitting upright and screaming and then waking and
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apologizing and lying immediately back down again. She was still in the
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