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Woman SewingAuthor(s): James DoyleSource: The North American Review, Vol. 290, No. 3/4, Annual Summer Fiction Double Issue(May - Aug., 2005), p. 57Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25127405 .
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AMY GUSTINE
Jeffs absence provides. Corinne feels enormously comforted by this loyalty.
When she gets up for a drink Elyse comes out of her
bedroom. "Can't sleep?"
Without any makeup the birthmark is nearly the color of a
plum, but the face remains basically a nectarine, shaded,
changing as it turns. "I'm lonely," Corinne laughs.
After they have?what? Corinne wonders if sex is the word for
it. That seems wrong to her, but what else can it be called??
Corinne washes her hands, which smell like herself, though it is
Elyse, and shudders. She notices the pesky, stiff black hair that
grows at her jaw line, just out of site, and searches furiously in
the medicine cabinet and drawers until she finds some
tweezers, smudged with makeup. She plucks the hair and
enjoys the sting. What else has she missed?
Corinne flushes the toilet and runs the water, though she has
not gone to the bathroom and is done washing up.
Elyse and Corinne fall into the habit of spending every other
weekend together, when the kids go to Jeff's. As spring settles
in, they sit in caf?s drinking mochas and eating pastries, go
shopping on Michigan Avenue. Corinne never buys anything.
Elyse gets her presents from Pottery Barn. Whenever Corinne
dresses for these visits, she stands for an hour in front of the
mirror trying on several outfits?black pants, a red blouse;
jeans, a black turtleneck; a long navy skirt and a tight white
blouse that pulls across her small shoulders. She feels as if she's
trying out for a play. What do lesbians wear?
When they are together in bed Corinne stays above the waist most of the time, concentrating on the face and the neck. Her
arousal is distant, like the movement of waves to passengers on
a large ship. Corinne feels the crests and the swells, but they are
not connected to any narrative of human feelings. A song
without words. When Corinne does touch Elyse she imagines she is touching herself. But she doesn't let this bother her. Isn't sex irrelevant to love anyway?
Elyse asks her if she has ever been attracted to a woman
before. "I fall in love with people," Corinne says, "not bodies." It
sounds so very evolved, and Corinne has no idea if it is true. In March Elyse comes to town to visit her mother and stops
by to see Corinne. In the living room she waves her hand at the
black-and-white photos in collage frames. "So who are all these
people?"
"My grandparents, great-grandparents," Corinne nods at
each photo. "I got into the genealogy thing a while back."
"That's nice," Elyse says, her voice suddenly flat, as if she's
reading lines she thinks are stupid. "I'm not very close to my
family."
"Really? You always seemed to be in high school."
"It's the gay thing," Elyse says. "It distances you from people, you know, if they don't accept it, or they're uncomfortable."
"So your family doesn't approve?"
Elyse shrugs. "Approve. Did you ever feel like you have cancer? They don't disapprove, but they don't know how to
act. The whole time I lived with Rebecca my parents never
came to visit me. They get nervous in hospitals." Elyse
guffaws.
Corinne thinks about the night Jeff told her he was moving out. When they got home she'd had to face his mother, who was
babysitting. Exchanging pleasantries about the restaurant and the children, Corrine felt as though someone had stripped off
her skin, examined her dun-colored lungs, her half-cooked
turkey uterus and charred gall bladder, her bleached, bruise striated brain and wrinkled, jaundiced intestines and
pronounced them all disgusting, abnormal. It was the ice floe
for her.
Instead of telling Elyse this, she puts her arm around her and
says with facile good humor, "Oh, that's not so. Eric was very
proud to tell me you were in investments. They'll get used to it."
Elyse looks at her for a moment, as if she doesn't recognize her. "I've been out for nearly twenty years."
"Well," Corinne shrugs and raises both eyebrows, "what can
you do?"
Corinne leaves Jeff in the dark about her trips to Chicago and
forwards her home phone to her cell, in case of an emergency
JAMES DOYLE
Woman Sewing
The grass around her mimes stitching a quilt of rising breezes into a wind.
The birds dovetail the sky in intricate
patterns, trailing currents of air like thread.
The trees moisten the nearest light, slide it
through the narrow eye of their upper branches.
A marmot draws its streamlined flanks out of its burrow with a quick twist.
A dozen corners of rain fold the picnic into their seams, like spindles or hieroglyphs.
She never looks up. Her fingers gloss the small world between their tips
with a busy silence. Touch itself
polished to the gleam of an epigram.
May-August 2005 NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW 57
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