The Almost Moon

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Author: Alice Sebold
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rest of the way.
    As the door clicked shut with that whispering mustache seal of black rubber along its bottom edge, I became aware of my mother's death rattle. The long, slow rasp releasing from her chest.
    At my own house that morning, I had methodically dusted the clear-glass globes and painted wooden herons I'd strung from invisible thread over the bedroom window. Now, in my mind, the spread wings of these birds fluttered like a warning. I would be a different person when I saw them next.
    I looked at the clock over the kitchen doorway. It was after six. Somehow more than an hour had passed since I'd spoken to Mrs. Leverton.
    I stopped for a second, holding on to my mother's body, and imagined Emily and her husband, John, climbing the stairs with their children, John taking Jeanine, who, at four, was the heavier
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    of the two, and Emily cradling the two-year-old Leo. I thought of the sometimes successful Christmas presents I'd sent over the years: the pink and blue PJs with boots were a hit; the hardknocking marbles-on-string game was judged age-inappropriate.
    I stood up with the thought of Leo in his crib to bolster me, but then came its companion memory of my mother, her arms outstretched to hold him, allowing him to fall.
    After positioning her body closer to the stove, I turned to run the water in the sink as cold as it would come. Again and again I took water in my hands and brought it up to my face, never splashing, exactly, but pressing my cheeks into the shallow puddles that remained in my palms. On hot nights, my exhusband, Jake, had taken ice cubes and run them along my shoulder and back, curving them onto my stomach and up to my nipples until goose bumps covered my limbs.
    I unwrapped the blankets from my mother's body. First the red and rough Hudson Bay and then the softer white Mexican wedding cotton. I walked around her body, pulling each corner taut. The downy towel remained on her face.
    Leo did not bounce, as my mother confessed she thought he might, but his fall was broken by the edge of a dining room chair.
    Though he will have a scar on his forehead to mark the moment for the rest of his life, that chair may have saved him. Otherwise it would have been the much harder floor. My mother's face that day was surprised and hurt. Emily had blamed her, wrapped the bawling Leo in a blue fleece blanket, and called her horrible names. I stood between them and then followed Emily down the steep walkway to my car. I did not glance back to see if my mother was watching us from her door.
    "Never again," Emily said. "I'm tired of making excuses for her."
    "Of course," I said. "Yes," I said. "I know the way," I said, and got in the driver's side of my car. I drove more competently that
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    day than I ever have, all the way to Paoli Hospital, going at top speed along winding roads.
    I took my mother's skirt and flipped it up to reveal her calves and knees, her fleshy thighs. The scent of her earlier mishap flooded me.

    "The legs go last," my mother said once. We sat in front of the television, watching Lucille Ball. Ball's hair, by then, was so red and false it looked more like Bozo's blood sample than Bozo's wig. She wore a specially tailored tuxedo jacket that created a largish hourglass shape and went down low in the back, but her legs, fishnet clad and decked out in high heels, went on and on.
    I remembered calling home once from Wisconsin. Emily must have been almost four. My father answered the phone, and immediately I heard it.
    "What's wrong, Daddy?"
    "Nothing to get upset about."
    "You sound strange. What is it?"
    "I fell," he said.
    I could hear the grandfather clock in their living room—its deep choral chimes.
    "Are you lying down?"
    "I've got that old quilt on top of me, and your mother is doing her best. Here she is."
    I heard the receiver being fumbled, and I entered the anxious no-man's-land over the wire while my mother came to get the phone.
    "He's fine,"
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