for Irene, Irene’s trips home to her parents, Irene’s ski lift tickets. Let’s notmention Irene’s habits in grocery shopping (she had to get the most expensive brands of everything, especially paper towels, which she truly wasted), or Irene’s allergies, which required them to buy a humidifier and an air purifier, both items which increased their utility bills. And the quarters for the washing machine dowstairs! He couldn’t believe how many quarters Irene needed all the time . . . Then there were the restaurants and then there were the clothes. Because such bargains proved his wife’s budgetary unreliability, John computed all the finances himself, and by the time he’d wrapped up that homework and maybe (more rarely than he realized) went bowling with his friends or watched a cop show on television, or sat through a romantic video with Irene, it was time for bed. He got very tired at night, even on the weekends; Irene had no idea how hard he worked! When he turned out the light, she sometimes rolled into his arms. At first he’d found that flattering, but it became an imposition. He wished that he could make a deal with Irene, but venturing onto that subject, like the matter of the wedding ring, would cost him no matter what. He felt guilty to disappoint her. And yet it had begun to seem that he disappointed her no matter what he did! If that was truly how it had to be, why open his mouth? He talked with his friends, who agreed that night after night a man couldn’t be expected to lie always at the ready, and if he wasn’t, then what right did the woman have to sulk? He wished that his friends could explain this to Irene; better just to say that he was tired. One night she’d forgotten to take her pill, as he’d discovered when he got up to drink some water. He shook her awake and made her swallow that pill then and there. Didn’t she know that they weren’t ready to have a baby? Irene said that she was sorry. A couple of nights later, he heard her vomiting in the bathroom. She said that the pills sometimes made her nauseated. Well, he didn’t want to compel her to take her pills if they made her sick, but he didn’t want a baby yet, either. As a matter of fact, carnally she had never appealed to him. One of the reasons that she had broken off their engagement that first time was his unceasing commandments to lose weight. Particularly with her clothes off, there was something grotesque about her shining belly and her big breasts. Her pubic hair in particular seemed obscene. It was so dark and rank, like weeds. Actually, her entire body sickened him. He tried not to contemplate the fact that he would be looking at it for the next half-century. John had chalked up several relationships before—not that he’d ever been promiscuous like Hank—and he admitted that the female form had ceased to surprise him. In his view, sex was the least important part of marriage. Barton Rapp at Rapp and Singer, a man of more than sixty, had told him that after age fifty or sixty, most married couples preferred to sleep apart. They got a better rest that way. —You know, John, Mr. Rapp had said, one morning you just wake up and realize that you’ve had enough. —John didn’t yet feel called upon to make that separate bed a habit, but there were certainly nights when he would have preferred his own mattress. Although Irene fortunately did not snore, she had a habit of smacking her lips in her sleep, as if she were hungry for something, endlessly, loudly, revoltingly, like his mother’s dog Mugsy lapping up water from a bowl. Sometimes her noises awoke him, especially on nights when office worries pressed down upon his brain. Or, startled by some inimical dream, she might jerk suddenly, coiling all the blankets around her. She had any number of ways of ruining John’s sleep. Usually he told her to get ready for bed while he was saving his files on the computer, and he waited until he heard her come out of the
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