the way it scares our son?â she demanded in return.
âIt doesnât scare me,â Henk told us.
âIt
does
scare you,â she told him. âAnd your father doesnât seem to register that.â
For the last few years, when Iâve announced that the sky is falling sheâs answered that our son doesnât need to hear it. And that I always bring it up when thereâs something else that should be discussed. I always concede her point, but that doesnât get me off the hook. âFor instance, Iâm still waiting to hear how your motherâs making out,â she complains during a dinner when we canât tear Henkâs attention away from the Feyenoord celebrations. If its team wins the Cup, the whole town gets drunk. If it loses, the whole town gets drunk.
My motherâs now at the point that no one can deny is dementia. Sheâs still in the little house on Polluxstraat, even though the Pernis she knew seems to have evaporated around her. Cato finds it unconscionable that Iâve allowed her to stay there on her own, without help. âLet me guess,â she says whenever she brings it up. âYou donât want to talk about it.â
She doesnât know the half of it. The day after my fatherâs funeral, my mother brought me into their bedroom and showed me the paperwork on what she called their Rainy Day Account, astaggering amount. Where had they gotten so much? âYour father,â she told me unhelpfully. When I went home that night and Cato asked what was new, I told her about my motherâs regime of short walks.
At each stage in the transfer of assets, financial advisors or bank officers have asked if my wifeâs name would be on the account as well. She still has no idea it exists. It means that I now have a secret net worth more than triple my familyâs. What am I up to? Your guess is as good as mine.
âHave you talked to anyone about the live-in position?â Cato now asks. Iâd raised the idea with my mother, whoâd started shouting that she never should have told me about the money. Since then Iâd been less bullish about bringing Cato and Henk around to see her.
I tell her things are progressing just as weâd hope.
âJust as weâd hope?â she repeats.
âThatâs it in a nutshell,â I tell her, a little playfully, but her expression makes it clear sheâs waiting for a real explanation.
âDonât you have homework?â I ask Henk, and he and his mother exchange a look. Iâve always believed that Iâm a master at hiding my feelings, but I seem to be alone in that regard.
Catoâs been through this before in various iterations. When my mother was first diagnosed, I hashed through the whole thing with Kees, whoâd been in my office when the call came in. And then later that night I told Cato thereâd been no change, so as not to have to trudge through the whole story again. But the doctor had called the next day, when I was out, to see how I was taking the news, and she got it all from him.
Henk looks at me like heâs using my face to attempt some long division.
Cato eats without saying anything until she finally loses her temper with the cutlery. âI told you before that if you donât want to do this, I can,â she says.
âThereâs nothing that needs doing,â I tell her.
âThereâs plenty that needs doing,â she says. She pulls the remotefrom Henk and switches off the news. âLook at him,â she complains to Henk. âHeâs always got his eyes somewhere else. Does he even know that he shakes his head when he listens?â
Pneumatic hammers pick up where they left off outside our window. Thereâs always construction somewhere. Why not rip up the streets? The Germans did such a good job of it in 1940 that itâs as if weâve been competing with them ever since. Rotterdam: a deep hole in
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