Back Right after the Weather
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. desk
  6. warrior two
  7. palate cleanser
  8. base camp
  9. the scary hand
  10. femininitea
  11. a very bad day
  12. duck egg
  13. excursion
  14. at ease
  15. pleasant travel
  16. shrimp platter
  17. mulberry street
  18. marienbad
  19. puebla
  20. visitors
  21. yule log
  22. machine burgers
  23. crosswinds
  24. night shift
  25. bludout
  26. breathing room
  27. auld acquaintance
  28. moonachie
  29. tiles
  30. girls kissing
  31. long-term dating
  32. apocalypse beach
  33. hypothermia
  34. flat white
  35. martinis
  36. polka favorites
  37. pussy hat
  38. two-flat
  39. symphony
  40. isle of mull
  41. opening night
  42. erasure
  43. vue du lac
  44. acknowledgments
  45. Reading Group Guide
  46. about the author

Maureen enjoys detailing her guerilla agility. And passing it along to others. Cate overheard her on the phone telling a friend whose car had been T-boned on Ashland to get the car out of the shop and over to CarMax fast, to beat the accident report, in case there was anything gravely wrong with it. Even though she has lived an entire life within the roped-off area of upper-middle-class privilege, she maneuvers like a new immigrant, as though she needs to climb her way up through an unwelcoming culture. It’s a game she plays, maybe to add a little burr of friction to her smooth life of ease and plenty. Cate hasn’t confronted her on this sort of stuff; she hasn’t yet been able to find a way into that conversation. She’s never had this dilemma before. Questioning someone’s ethics isn’t something easily brought into any conversation. Any talk along these lines would be big and damaging. For now, she’s waiting for other shoes to drop.

But really, what if they do? She’s going to point out to Maureen that she’s ethically challenged? And who is Cate to judge? She doesn’t have gray areas herself? Although when she tries, she can’t really come up with any of these sorts of tactics in her own behavior. Or, for that matter, in the behavior of anyone she knows besides Maureen. But are these sorts of shabby edges reason enough to break up? It’s kind of the same as Maureen’s affair with her sister. Although initially shocking, if she looks at these pieces from a few angles, gives them time to wear down, they begin to seem more like quirks. And addressing any of this would imply the existence of a totting-up. No budding relationship could survive that.

It’s way too cold for humans at the dog beach. Not too cold at all, though, for the two other dogs whose humans were able to rouse themselves and dress in layers and layers plus two hats, plus boots with heat packs stuffed in the toes.

Cate sits on one of the broken benches scattered around the beach, facing the brutal, steel-colored waves. And in an instant she has left her current circumstances behind, sucked back and down.