Sergio De La Pava - A Naked Singularity

“I got you something, want it?”

She nodded yes, eyes all wide.

What I gave her was a toyish necklace I had bought from an unlicensed general vendor on the street. He recognized me from one of his previous arrests and hence the alleged great deal. Were they hearts? If they were they looked anatomically correct and what was I thinking? Ridiculous really but now Mary raised her chin, pulled her anomalously long hair back with her chubby hands and waited for me to act.

I spun her around and fastened the clip around her neck. She turned, pulled my head down, planted a smooch on my cheek, then ran off to show her mom.

“That’s very pretty, what do you say Mary?”

“She thanked me already.”

“Okay,” Marcela said, aware I was lying. She came into the living room and opened her mouth but nothing came out and it slowly closed. Then three little empty bubbles appeared above her head leading to a giant bubble within which Marcela resolved to change the subject.

“Casi, did you ever call that doctor?”

“Doctor?”

“Yeah, did you call her?”

“Her? Who?”

“The doctor whose number I gave you. She’s single ,” she sang this last word with the suggestion of manufactured intrigue. “She’s Bill’s cousin’s best friend, you’re supposed to call her for a date.”

“That word’s still used?”

“Of course, when are you going to call her?”

“How hideous.”

“Why?”

“Exactly.”

“What?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a great matchmaker and I want to make this match.”

“You know her?”

“No.”

“So how are your matchmaking skills implicated?”

“I saw her picture.”

“She has a picture?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“You have the picture?”

“No but I saw it and you can take my word for it.”

“You were impressed.”

“And she’s a doctor what more do you want?”

“You ask her out then.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“You mentioned, what does that mean?”

“It means what everybody thinks it means.”

“Well I don’t care for everybody or their beliefs.”

“Casi, I went through the trouble of getting her number. Besides she knows I got the number and the reason I got it”

“How does she know that?”

“She’ll be expecting your call, her feelings.”

“I’ll call.”

“Yay! You never know maybe it’ll work out.”

“Work out?”

“The two of you might become a couple.”

“Please, I’m calling, don’t make it worse.”

“Don’t you want what everyone else wants? People are meant to be paired off you know, maybe that’s your problem.”

“We better go before your mother has a heart attack.”

“Oh my mother now?”

So out the door and into the car to our grand mother’s house we went. In the car no one said anything. No one said that everything in every direction looked uniform, that the ubiquitous minivans were all a species of gray with the sliding door on the same side, that the harried twenty-year-olds in playgrounds with kid rope-gangs dutifully trailing behind all wore the same plastic expression. No one marveled that the birthday party for little Wendy Pennylipper was always at The Discovery Zone and always ended promptly at 4:00 and no one wondered about the absence of felonious Supermen or wiffleball games contested in subfreezing Citibank temperatures. Instead we just existed quietly until I looked in the rearview and saw that the two squirts were already moving toward REM before Marcela looked at me with question-mark eyes:

“It’s going to be okay, I really believe that,” she said.

“Yes.”

“The not talking.”

“I know.”

“You think so too.”

“Well I meant that I knew what you were talking about.”

“So you’re worried.”

“No.”

“I’m terrified.”

“Don’t be.”

“It’s not normal.”

“What’s normal?”

“Talking.”

“Listen no kids her age talk.”

“They all talk.”

“No, not all of them. I bet some clam up.”

“Sure, the few who can’t talk. She can and doesn’t. Who does that?”

“Certain monks for one and there are others.”

“So I shouldn’t?”

“Worry?”

“Yes.”

“No. It’s just Mary. Little Silent Mary.”

“You’re probably right,” she shut her eyes and breathed out audibly. “I hope Alana comes, think she will?”

“Haven’t heard from her.”

“Me either. But she’ll come, I bet, because of you. As for Mary I have faith in God.”

In my head only I said I like you Marcela, I mean I love you but I also like you, I like you because you say things like faith in God and when I hear something like that it’s almost like I’m looking for subtitles, I like you because you wear an apron while you ask your kid if he finished his homework and I’m not built for that but I admire the hell out of it, best of all your eyes smile when your mouth does and have you ever noticed you passed that ultra-charming trait on to Mary? When I was a little twerp I got lost at one of those antiseptic malls that place specialized in. The truth is I didn’t get lost as much as I just decided to walk away from everyone I knew. The people I walked into kept getting bigger. They wore hairnets and nametags and kept crouching down to look me in the eye. All the lines you’re only peripherally aware of came into focus and sharpened dangerously. I was afraid they would cut me because that’s what sharp lines do. I wasn’t crying but I was upset and I was walking faster and faster, circling, trying desperately to return to my point of origin. Resigned misery I felt. I was staring at the floor and decided I was going to dive in and try to quantum tunnel right through to the under side. But when I bent my stubby legs in anticipation I found I could fly. I rose above everyone, the earthbound, and started spinning. Then Marcela put me down and smothered me with love. The nametagged interlopers receded and the globe again curved and softened. So I thought that whether her eyes smiled or not I would like her a lot. I reminded her of that incident.

“You were always doing that, in fact, oh my God,” her hand went to her mouth. “I think we’re coming up on that overpass from Television. Did you hear about it? You didn’t? A kid fell off an overpass and was killed by an Intel truck. His friend was on the news and said that the kid was hanging from the side trying to remove some graffiti he had spray painted on there a couple years ago. Dom loves Sue or something was what he had written. They showed the overpass and I instantly recognized it from all the times I’ve driven by here. I even felt guilty because you know that momentary excitement you feel when a place you see all the time makes it on TV? Anyway I guess this girl Sue had broken up with him. The kid’s mother was on and said he hadn’t left his room in twelve days. Can you imagine? What do you do?”

“Count apparently.”

“It’s so sad. Timmy hasn’t stopped talking about it. He keeps asking me if Sue is responsible and if so is she going to be punished. Look there it is!”

Sue 4ever!!

“They’re going to sue the city because they never removed the graffiti,” Marcela added and all was again quiet as we neared our destination.

To turn onto Gluonn Street required significant vehicular precision for on each side of the impossibly skinny street were identical corrugated open caverns, the result of a misguided and subsequently abandoned construction project that the town evidenced no inclination to remedy. The car remained silent as I steered it with surgical care between the twin depths and though I eyeballed them and judged that each contained only an expectant six feet, I still felt that even the slightest slip of the wheel would send us hurtling endlessly downward, past the earthen crust to splash into a pool of boiling magma. “Careful,” Marcela said lowly.