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radio—”In the Sweet Bye and Bye,” mournful y sung by some popular singer just before Norman Vincent Peale’s sermonette. We shal meet on that beautiful shore

    … She’d slipped into a dream in which a stranger told her that the beautiful shore was Wrightsvil e Beach, North Carolina, where she and Beck and the children had once spent a summer vacation. They were meeting on the shore after changing into swimsuits, for the very first swim of their very first day.
    Beck was handsome and Pearl felt graceful and the children were stil very smal ; they had round, excited, joyous faces and chubby little bodies. She was astounded by their innocence—by her own and Beck’s as wel . She stretched her arms toward the children, but woke. Later, speaking to Cody on the phone, she happened to mention the dream. Wouldn’t it be nice, she said, if heaven were Wrightsvil e Beach? If, after dying, they’d open their eyes and find themselves back on that warm, sunny sand, everyone young and happy again, those long-ago waves rol ing in to shore? But Cody hadn’t entered into the spirit of the thing. Nice? he had asked. He asked, was that al she thought of heaven? Wrightsvil e Beach, where as he recal ed she had fretted for two solid weeks that she might have left the oven on at home? And had she taken into account, he asked, his own wishes in the matter? Did she suppose that he wanted to spend eternity as a child? “Why, Cody, al I meant was—was she said.
    Something was wrong with him. Something was wrong with al of her children. They were so frustrating—attractive, likable people, the three of them, but closed off from her in some perverse way that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
    And she sensed a kind of trademark flaw in each of their lives. Cody was prone to unreasonable rages; Jenny was so flippant; Ezra hadn’t real y lived up to his potential. (he ran a restaurant on St. Paul Street—not at al what she had planned for him.) She wondered if her children blamed her for something. Sitting close at family gatherings (with the spouses and offspring slightly apart, nonmembers forever), they tended to recal only poverty and loneliness—toys she couldn’t afford for them, parties where they weren’t invited.
    Cody, in particular, referred continual y to Pearl’s short temper, displaying it against a background of stunned, childish faces so sad and bewildered that Pearl herself hardly recognized them.
    Honestly, she thought, wasn’t there some statute of limitations here? When was he going to absolve her? He was middle-aged.
    He had no business holding her responsible any more.
    And Beck: wel , he was stil alive, if it mattered. By now he’d be old. She would bet he’d aged poorly. She would bet he wore a toupee, or false teeth too white and regular, or some flowing, youthful hairdo that made him look ridiculous. His ties would be too colorful and his suits too bold a plaid. What had she ever seen in him? She chewed the insides of her lips.

    Her one mistake: a simple error in judgment.
    It should not have had such far-reaching effects. You would think that life could be a little more forgiving.
    Once or twice a year, even now, his letters arrived.
    (though the money had stopped when Jenny turned eighteen—or two months after she turned eighteen, which meant he’d lost track of her birthday, Pearl supposed.) It was typical of him that he lacked the taste to make a final exit.
    He spent too long at his farewel s, chatting in the doorway, letting in the cold. He had retired from the Tanner Corporation, he wrote. He remained at his last place of transfer, Richmond, like something washed up from a flood; but evidently he stil traveled some. In 1967 he sent her a postcard from the World’s Fair in Montreal, and another in
    ‘72 from Atlantic City, New Jersey. He seemed spurred into action by various overblown occasions—when man first walked on the moon, for instance (an event of no concern to Pearl, or to any