The idea came to Cramer at the computer store, as he was tearing the hard drive out of an old PC. He abandoned the job, the electronic guts spread out all over his workplace, and went online to the Mac site, where he surfed for a few minutes. Then he sat back down at his desk, deep in thought.
“You okay, Cramer?”
It was Hank. He had just come into the back room with a handful of invoices.
“Oh, yeah. I was just daydreaming.”
Hank chuckled. “Well, it’s good to see you not doing something for a change.”
“Sorry.”
Hank waved off the apology, a good-natured expression on his face. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay holding down the fort next week?”
“Absolutely,” said Cramer. “Really, I was just-”
“Just taking a wee break,” said Hank. “People do take breaks, young man.”
“Thanks,” said Cramer, returning his attention to the job in front of him. But not all of his attention.
Working day and night didn’t leave much room in Cramer’s life for more than daydreaming. But, finally, Saturday came and he had the day before him, although he had to be at the plant by eight. When he woke up around noon, Mavis was out. He was glad. He didn’t want any confrontations, not today. He made his way down Butchard’s Creek and out onto the Eden, enjoying more than ever the freedom of the moment and filled with anticipation of what lay ahead. As much as he longed to see Mimi, he was almost hoping she wouldn’t be there. The sooner he had a chance to get into her house, the better. He was going to get the ball rolling. It was time to make a move.
There were curtains up. They hadn’t been there last time. Yellow curtains, open for the day. There also seemed to be a party going on. A white Toyota Camry was parked behind Mimi’s car, and loud music was coming from the place.
He circled the house by cover of the brush. But after a while he ventured nearer, drawn by the music, the laughter, until he was crouching under the kitchen window.
There were only three people, as far as he could tell: Jay, Mimi, and another female. They were in the front room. He peeked over the sill. The table was littered with dishes. Then a girl wandered into the kitchen, heading toward the bathroom.
Cramer ducked out of sight and slid down the wall to a crouching position. Iris Xu. Did that mean she and Jay were still together?
Somebody whooped with laughter. Cramer swatted at a mosquito. They were thicker near the ground, in the shadows. Then he heard voices entering the kitchen, and he skedaddled to the brush behind the shed. Taking a wide berth, he made his way back toward the snye. He was almost at the stream when he heard the back door opening and he hid behind a tree.
It was Mimi. She was in the yellow sundress she’d been wearing in the documentary on her JVC. One of the thin straps hung across her arm. Her feet were bare, her arms heavy with colorful bangles. She was alone. And Cramer allowed himself to believe she had known he was there. She had sensed his presence, sensed the power of his attraction to her. He had wished her outside and she had come. It was a sign. His luck was turning.
She walked away from the house, down the lawn-down toward him-punching in a number on her cell phone. Cramer held his breath, pressed himself against the trunk of the tree.
“I got your message,” she said, so near, it was almost as if she were talking to him, as if she knew he was the one who had scribbled his sentiments on the dewy windshield of her car.
“Yes, all the messages,” she said, her voice testy.
He hoped it wasn’t him she was talking to, not like that.
“No… No, you listen to me for a change.”
But the person on the other end of the line didn’t seem to want to listen. Cramer dared to look. She was three or four meters away, hunched over her phone, her free hand covering her other ear, the better to concentrate. Her hair concealed her face.
“Yes,” she said. “I hear you. I hear you loud and clear!”
She grumbled. “So? So? You were worried. Fine. You wanted to know I’d arrived safely. Fine. I get it. Thanks. But you know what, Lazar? That might have been genuinely touching if you had phoned just the once and left a message. But you phoned twenty times, and you know what occurred to me? I’ll tell you. It occurred to me that you weren’t phoning to see if I was okay, Lazar. You were phoning because you were not okay. Because-”
But she didn’t get any further. And as Cramer watched, her body stiffened.
“There is no way,” she said. She laughed but there wasn’t any humor in it. “There is no fucking way!”
Cramer pressed his head against the rough bark. He could imagine a voice at the other end of the line pleading with her, desperate.
“Listen, I’ll tell you why I haven’t phoned, if you want to know.”
But, apparently, Lazar didn’t want to know. And when Cramer looked again, Mimi was holding the phone away from her face, staring at it with her mouth hanging open. Then she brought the receiver back to her ear.
“Enough, already!” she shouted, stamping her foot on the sandy ground. “You say you can’t get over me. But that’s not it at all. What you can’t get over is yourself. ”
There was silence then. The music at the house stopped pounding, the snye stopped gurgling, the birds stopped singing, the insects stopped buzzing. All Cramer could hear was the pulse in his head. Peering out again from his hiding place, he saw Mimi shake her head back and forth. When she finally spoke again, there was no passion left in her voice, only what sounded to Cramer like resignation.
“I tried to do it right,” she said. “I really tried.”
She listened, rolled her eyes, sighed, and then nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Yes. Yes.” There was another pause and then she said “yes” one last time before closing the phone without a good-bye.
She stood, her shoulders drooping, staring down toward the snye. She looked so little and so weary. Cramer was west of her, downwind, and he could almost- almost — smell her. He wanted so much to walk over to her now and take her in his arms. He wouldn’t have to say anything-he wouldn’t need any clever speech. He would hold her, and she would realize that he meant her no harm, that he would look after her, that she was loved. The idea took hold of him. It was as if this was meant to happen, he told himself. He was a neighbor, after all. He could pretend he had just arrived there and seen her in distress. Was it so farfetched?
But then he heard the back door open and shut, and Iris appeared and headed down the lawn toward Mimi, who turned to greet her, though she said nothing.
“Nice dodge on doing the dishes,” said Iris.
Mimi laughed. “Yeah, well, I’d rather have been doing dishes.”
Iris touched her arm. “Did you do the deed?”
Mimi shrugged. “Sort of. He says he needs closure. So I said why don’t you closure yourself in a mine somewhere.”
“Really?”
“No.” Mimi sniffed. “I said he could call again.”
“Ah.” Iris looked disappointed. “So it’s not quite over.”
Then Mimi smiled devilishly. “I said he could call again. However, I’m getting a new SIM card today. ”
“You are so bad, girl.”
Mimi nodded, but her smile slipped. “I needed to know, Iris. Where he was at. Whether he was dealing with this.”
“And he isn’t?”
Mimi shook her head. “I don’t know how I never saw it, but the man is a total wack job.” Her voice broke a little as she spoke.
And Iris took Mimi in her arms and rocked her back and forth. “You still want to come with us?”
“Uh-huh,” said Mimi, pulling away from the embrace at last. “How soon can we go? Like how about an hour ago?”
“Fine with me. It looks to me like you need a megadose of lying on a raft, soaking up the sun.”
Mimi laughed. “Well, a megadose of something.”
She laughed and the two of them headed back toward the house.
Twenty minutes later, they left, the three of them. Mimi was carrying a backpack. It looked to Cramer as if they were going to be gone for quite a while. They drove off in the Camry, and as soon as the car was out of sight, Cramer headed toward the house. He hadn’t gone but a few feet when he heard a loud snap behind him. He spun around and looked toward the snye. His eyes scanned the underbrush. Someone was there. He walked slowly down to the stream, his ears peeled. Nothing. A deer maybe. A rotten branch falling? He waited a full ten minutes before he headed up to the house.