to make it. Do you know this is our first Christmas apart?â
âShhh, Adele,â Dad says. âDonât even think about it.â
âOkay, now,â Marty says. âReady for your close-ups. One at a time.â
âYouâre going to leave the camera on, Uncle Marty?â Linda asks when she comes back. âWhat if Dad gets something else thatâs freakish?â
âItâs fine, Linda,â Mom says. âHave fun with it, Marty.â
Mom had announced that we should keep our gift buying fairly simple this Christmas. Now we go around the room opening one present apiece, expressing more fake delight than usual. Itâs hard to know whose benefit this is forâDadâs, Momâs, Martyâs, or the cameraâs. Dad is the only person who isnât playacting, although he tries to say something appreciative each time. It must be good for him to keep busyâeven with the bass incident, he hasnât had to get up and pace. Marty has given Linda a handheld video game console, Mom a personal digital assistant, and me a fancy electronic odometer Iâll never use.
âCool!â Linda shouts, winding her face into a grimace that sheâll be embarrassed about five years from now.
âI havenât got your gift yet, Bill,â Marty tells Dad. âI need a little more time. I wanted it to be really, really special.â
Linda made friendship bracelets for everyoneâplain ones for the men and a daisy-patterned one for Mom. I bought a small box of oil paints for Dad, soap for Mom, and socks for Linda. Nothing for Marty because I didnât know he was going to be here. âDonât give it another thought, buddy,â Marty says. âYouâre good to me all year round, right?â Mom gives each person thermal underwear and a box of hard candy.
âNow itâs time for your fatherâs presents,â Mom says.
âYou had time to shop, Dad?â Linda asks. âYou didnât have to get us anything.â
âNot exactly,â Mom says. She takes a handful of small envelopes from the top of the brick room divider and gives one to Marty, Linda, and me, and takes one for herself. âLetâs open them all at once,â she says.
Inside the envelopes are note cards saying
WHEN I AM WELL
I WILL TAKE YOU
Mine says âto the Museum of Fine Arts.â Lindaâs says âon the Swan Boats.â Momâs says âto the North End.â Martyâs says âto Fenway Park.â
âFun!â Linda shouts.
âGod, bro, thatâs so nice. I canât wait.â
âAdele helped me with them.â
Martyâs chin begins to shake. âItâs been such a tough year, with the separation and everything. Youâve been amazing. Everyone else got sick of hearing about it.â
âThere goes another one,â Linda says.
âExcuse me,â Marty says. He goes to the hall bathroom, flushing the toilet as soon as he gets inside.
âI guess thatâs it, then,â Mom says, taking the big tray of cookies back to the kitchen.
Linda and I collect the wrapping paper and stuff it into bags. When Marty comes back, he takes Dad by the elbow.
âLetâs go for a walk, bro,â he says, walking him to the coat closet. âWeâll stroll up and down the street and see everybodyâs decorations. Letâs get you good and bundled up.â
Once they leave, Mom retrieves the turkey leg from beside the armchair and wraps it in foil. She turns off the room lights. Only the tree is still glowing.
âThat wasnât such a bad Christmas,â she says.
FRITZ SAYS
Fritz says:
âItâs important for you to feel as functional and normal as possible while this is going on. So shower each day. Get dressed right away, as soon as you get out of bedâdonât sit around in your pajamas. Get some exercise daily, even a twenty-minute walk or some