A. Yehoshua - A Late Divorce

We reached the gate, from which a row of eucalyptus trees flanked a road that ran ruler-straight through fields stretching out on either side: to its right a green fuzz of cotton that would break out in white blossom toward summer’s end, to the left great furrows of plowed earth with huge clods thrown up alongside them. Past them the railroad tracks streamed north to touch the foothills of the Galilee, whose scrub forests cut into strips by firebreaks formed a soft horizon rubbing up against a serenely innocent round sky full of sweet radiance, like a bowl of raspberry syrup mixed with the thin exhaust of the speeding cars on the highway. Somewhere out there, where the orchards and villages ran inland, Horatio loped dirty and hungry through the juicy young thorn shoots, fooled by the intoxicating scent of my wandering wild other no borders could hold, who was making her way steadily eastward.

Beyond the gate, near the darkened guardhouse from which rock music bubbled out, my Tsvi was taking the air by a white automobile, a long cigarette in his mouth, the sleeves of the jacket draped over his shoulders whipping in the breeze to reveal a knit beige shirt above his light bell-bottom pants. He always did have a flair for color that was worthy of a fashion magazine. As soon as he saw us he broke off his small talk with the watchman, bowed casually to my escort and breezily opened the gate for me, shutting it gently in Yehezkel’s face even as he thanked him. He threw away his cigarette, turned to have a look at me, took my two hands in his own, flashed a triumphant smile, and embraced me warmly. He kept up a stream of chatter as he hurried me to the car, from whose back seat he took out a bouquet of flowers. He laid them in my arms and grinned again. “You’re crazy, Tsvi,” I said. “Honestly.” He burst into a merry laugh. “Well, you’re free at last,” he said. “Free as can be. I spoke to Ya’el on the phone, and when she told me it went smoothly I couldn’t resist coming up. I had to, and Calderon agreed to drive me….So it’s over, then. Whereupon, I’ve been told, you went and fell peacefully asleep. Hats off to you, mother…” He didn’t stop running on at the mouth, saying the most fatuous things. And a bouquet of flowers, no less! In the car I could see the banker’s eyes glitter anxiously. He nodded imperceptibly, stiff with deference, afraid to intrude on us.

“So it’s over,” repeated Tsvi, slipping an arm through mine and walking with me down the road between the quiet, pre-holiday fields. “How do you feel? To tell you the truth, I was afraid he’d back out at the last minute.” He looked at me. “Or else that you would. Ya’el said something about some rabbi who kept making trouble right down to the wire. But here it’s over at last: you’ve parted honorably and without a fuss. I called Asi to tell him and he was glad too. ‘It had to happen… sooner or later it had to… there was no choice’—he kept saying that over and over. That’s his great insight, you know, that everything has to happen. Tomorrow he’ll come with Dina to say goodbye to father, and perhaps he’ll visit you too. To extend his congratulations…’’

All at once he came to a halt, winked, and hugged me again. “And now, what do you propose that we do? I thought I would come to take you… but where to? I’m tom between the two of you. He’s flying back tomorrow night, and I’ve hardly seen him yet — in fact, I feel that I won’t be seeing him again for a long time. He really is leaving us — I finally had to believe it when I saw how calmly he let you have the apartment in the end. And Ya’el asked me to spend the seder with them… although Kedmi and his monster mother will be there too… and I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here with all these people. I did so want to be with you — who would have thought that I’d be the excited one and that you’d have dozed off so quietly?…But is everything really all signed and sealed… the documents, the bill of divorce… you have it all? We have to decide what to do in a hurry, because poor Calderon has to be home for the seder… all hell has broken loose there… and he keeps deliberately provoking it… so what do you say? We could go somewhere by ourselves, just the two of us… perhaps to a hotel… there must be one with a communal seder around here… or should we just go back to Tel Aviv and have our own private holiday meal there? You still have your old clothes in the apartment…. Well, what do you think?”

But I stood there without answering, still groggy from my deep sleep and shapeless dream, wondering if she’d come back today, if I’d be able to talk to her, if I still remembered how. My throat and lips felt parched. I let him lead me down the road, looking at the wet, fissured earth, at the plowed-up weeds scattered over it. A single sunny day would burn them all yellow. And he so childishly wanting to celebrate, such a blabbermouth, dragging me as far as a large, rusty plow that stood at the end of the field. He examined its caked blades curiously, wide-eyed.

“What do you say then, mother? What shall we do? We have to make up our minds, we can’t keep him any longer… his whole family is waiting for him there. His world has caved in on him and he’d like everyone else’s to also. Why don’t we send him on his way and go eat by the fisherman’s wharf in Acre… we’ll be the only Jews there… what do you say? You can’t possibly stay here by yourself on the night of the seder…”

“Why not?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

“How terribly depressed you were that first year. I was with you here.”

“You were with me here for the seder?”

“Of course.” He smiled. “You’ve forgotten. You were very ill then. You hardly noticed a thing… but I was with you, and I’ll never forget what a madhouse it was. It gave me the creeps…”

All at once my heart felt for him. He was the only one never to be afraid of me. To come to see me even then. I took his hand.

“Go be with father. You’re right. You won’t see him again for a long time. I’ve already said my goodbyes to him, but I want you to be with him. And I want you to help Ya’el. I’d just lie here in bed and read anyhow. Father brought me back my glasses. Why must you do all this for me? Everything is finished with… you say that I’m free now… I suppose you think that I’m eighteen years old…”

He was moved to sadness. Thoughtfully he knelt by a row of little sprouts and absently began to pluck them until he realized what he was doing and stuck them quickly back into the earth with an embarrassed smile. And I thought, was I really with him that seder or only with her, so alert and enjoying herself? And I lifted my eyes to the mountains and saw in the soft light of the setting sun a distant dot that made me freeze. It was she, on the trail in an army windbreaker, her hands in her pockets, traveling light. I couldn’t tell if she was moving toward me or away. And then suddenly I felt the old throbbing, the urge to have her be part of me again like a heavy backpack, the joy of her wild otherness between knife thrust and light flash…

Tsvi brushed the dirt from his clothes, out of breath, the first wrinkles of age in his face. He turned back toward the hospital and the distant gleam of the sea. “It’s so peaceful here. So lovely. I even dreamt about it. A haunting dream — I’ll tell you about it sometime. But I have to go now. Come say goodbye to Calderon… he’s falling apart, he’s lost all control of himself. In the end he’ll even be fired from the bank…” As he walked me slowly back to the waiting car I could feel that he wanted to say something else but was keeping it back, could hear her light footsteps behind me. The man was reading, his crewcut gray head bent over the wheel.