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<\/p>\nPart 1:
\nI always assumed the young goth woman who visited my mother every Saturday was simply an unusual new friend.<\/p>\n
After Mom died, I discovered their relationship had begun because of something much deeper.<\/p>\n
And the more I learned, the more I realized my mother had spent years carrying a regret none of us had completely understood.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Raven waited until almost everyone had left the funeral before approaching me.<\/p>\n
Throughout the service, I had tried not to watch her.<\/p>\n
She remained near the back of the room in a long black coat, silver rings and piercings catching the light whenever she moved.<\/p>\n
For months, I had seen her sitting at Mom\u2019s kitchen table every Saturday as though she belonged there.<\/p>\n
I had never understood why.<\/p>\n
Now my mother was gone, and Raven was walking toward me with one hand tightly closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaeve.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Her eyes were swollen from crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for coming,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
She nodded and slowly opened her palm.<\/p>\n
A tiny brass key rested there.<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother told me to give it to you after she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it open?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said you\u2019d understand once you found it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Mom give it to me herself?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe because she thought you\u2019d put it somewhere safe and avoid finding out what it was for.\u201d<\/p>\n
The comment stung.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Raven replied quietly. \u201cBut Doris did.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, grief turned into irritation.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did my mother trust you with this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know her better than you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why do you have the key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I knew a part of her you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could ask what she meant, my husband, Tom, appeared carrying my coat.<\/p>\n
Raven stepped away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t hide the key in a drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she left.<\/p>\n
I remained standing there, the metal key pressed into my palm.<\/p>\n
One question wouldn\u2019t leave me.<\/p>\n
What had my mother been hiding?<\/p>\n
The first time I met Raven, she was sitting in my father\u2019s old chair drinking tea from Mom\u2019s best china.<\/p>\n
I had walked into the kitchen carrying groceries and stopped immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother, Doris, looked up.<\/p>\n
At seventy-three, she was still happiest in that little kitchen surrounded by books, tea, and the garden outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere you are, Maeve.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman beside her turned.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t have been much older than twenty-five.<\/p>\n
Black clothes covered her from neck to boots.<\/p>\n
Tattoos ran along both forearms, and several silver piercings reflected the afternoon light.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Raven,\u201d Mom said. \u201cShe\u2019s a friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven stood politely.<\/p>\n
\u201cNice to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou too.\u201d<\/p>\n
But my attention kept returning to Dad\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
Raven noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I sitting somewhere I shouldn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said quickly. \u201cIt\u2019s fine. How exactly do you two know each other?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe met over coffee,\u201d Mom answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the bookstore caf\u00e9,\u201d Raven added. \u201cShe told me the novel I was reading was terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to laugh, but something bothered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought we were spending the afternoon together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s smile faded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can do that next Saturday.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re asking me to leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re discussing something private.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven immediately offered to go.<\/p>\n
But Mom stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt more than it probably should have.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaeve,\u201d Mom said gently. \u201cI love you. But I don\u2019t need you managing every part of my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSaturdays are usually ours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at Raven, then Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. I\u2019ll get out of your way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before leaving, I noticed a small wooden box beside Raven\u2019s elbow.<\/p>\n
Mom quickly covered it with a dish towel.<\/p>\n
That did absolutely nothing to reassure me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n
Mom sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere it is again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat word you say when nothing is actually fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left before anger made me say something I would regret.<\/p>\n
That evening, I complained to Tom.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was there again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRaven?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo Saturdays in a row.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom looked at me carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your mother seem upset?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. That\u2019s almost what bothers me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she looked completely comfortable with her. Happy, even. And I still don\u2019t know who Raven really is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s twenty-something,\u201d I continued. \u201cMom barely knows her, and suddenly they\u2019re having private conversations every weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think Raven wants money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas Doris given you any reason to believe she\u2019s being manipulated?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what\u2019s really bothering you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared into my tea.<\/p>\n
Finally, I admitted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel excluded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re worried?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019m jealous.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom reached across the table and touched my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop guessing. Pay attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
So I did.<\/p>\n
Raven kept returning.<\/p>\n
Soon Saturdays clearly belonged to them.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, I arrived early and saw birthday cards scattered across Mom\u2019s kitchen table.<\/p>\n
The moment she noticed me, she quickly gathered them into a wooden box.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are those?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOld things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Part 2:
\nI started wiping down the counter out of habit.<\/p>\n
Mom touched my wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything needs you to fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not fixing anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a tired smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou usually are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then one Saturday, I accidentally left my phone at Mom\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
When I returned an hour later, I entered through the side door and heard voices coming from the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Raven was speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tell me every week to call my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d Mom replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen call your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
She meant Aunt Elaine.<\/p>\n
Mom and Elaine hadn\u2019t spoken in eleven years.<\/p>\n
Their relationship had collapsed after my grandmother became ill.<\/p>\n
Mom had handled most of Grandma\u2019s care and grew resentful because Elaine lived farther away and couldn\u2019t help as often.<\/p>\n
During one terrible argument, Elaine had said something that Mom never forgave.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t help people because you\u2019re generous, Doris. You help them so they owe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom told her to leave.<\/p>\n
Grandma died shortly afterward.<\/p>\n
Neither sister called the other again.<\/p>\n
Now Raven was challenging Mom about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ask me every Saturday whether I\u2019ve called my mother,\u201d Raven said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why haven\u2019t you called Elaine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt simply is.\u201d<\/p>\n
But Raven refused to let her escape.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you ever tried?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI picked up the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd called her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you picked up the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I put it down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t exactly following your own advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven\u2019s voice became gentler.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why keep telling me to contact my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom answered after a long silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause sometimes you can be right, Raven, or you can still have your family. Sometimes life doesn\u2019t let you have both.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s pretty rich coming from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand rested against the kitchen door.<\/p>\n
I could have walked in.<\/p>\n
I could have spoken Elaine\u2019s name and forced the entire subject into the open.<\/p>\n
Instead, I quietly backed away.<\/p>\n
That evening, I wrote a message to Elaine.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw Mom today. I think she misses you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at it until my phone screen dimmed.<\/p>\n
Then I deleted it.<\/p>\n
Two months later, Mom suffered a stroke.<\/p>\n
Tom met me outside her hospital room after the doctor came out.<\/p>\n
He pulled me against him.<\/p>\n
For one strange second, instinct took over.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to call Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then reality returned.<\/p>\n
Mom was gone.<\/p>\n
I stepped back and opened my contacts.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to call Elaine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She answered on the fifth ring.
\n
\n\u201cMaeve?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom died this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then I heard her breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe funeral is Friday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think I can come.\u201d<\/p>\n
Normally, I would have immediately said I understood.<\/p>\n
I would have ended the uncomfortable conversation.<\/p>\n
This time, I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don\u2019t promise. Just think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t come.<\/p>\n
After the funeral, I stood at my desk staring at the brass key Raven had given me.<\/p>\n
Tom watched.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to put it away?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my hand around it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m tired of protecting things instead of understanding them.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove to Mom\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
I searched her desk.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Her sewing cabinet.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Finally, I went upstairs.<\/p>\n
Behind several folded blankets in her bedroom closet sat a wooden box.<\/p>\n
The brass key fit perfectly.<\/p>\n
Inside were dozens of envelopes.<\/p>\n
Every one was addressed to Elaine.<\/p>\n
Tom picked one up.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven years?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote to her for eleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut never sent them.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone was already in my hand.<\/p>\n
This time, I didn\u2019t let myself hesitate.<\/p>\n
I called Elaine.<\/p>\n
When she answered, I said:<\/p>\n
\u201cI found something Mom spent eleven years hiding from both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine arrived the following afternoon.<\/p>\n
Tom let her inside and then deliberately gave us privacy.<\/p>\n
I led her upstairs.<\/p>\n
The moment Elaine saw the envelopes spread across Mom\u2019s bed, she stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found them?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot those.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked closer and picked up one of the birthday cards.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a box too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cA box of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLetters to Doris. Christmas cards. Birthday cards. Things I wrote but never mailed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause every time I finished one, I imagined her sending it back unopened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the two of you spent eleven years writing to each other without ever actually speaking?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I began sorting Mom\u2019s cards by year.<\/p>\n
Elaine watched me.<\/p>\n
Then she suddenly asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember when I called you five years ago on Doris\u2019s birthday?\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked how she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked whether she ever talked about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew what was coming.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell me, Maeve?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot really.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know what I heard when you said that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard that my sister had forgotten me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Elaine\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it true?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was no easy answer anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She froze.<\/p>\n
Mom had spoken about Elaine often.<\/p>\n
She would see a sweater and say Elaine would love it.<\/p>\n
She remembered birthdays.<\/p>\n
She mentioned childhood stories.<\/p>\n
She missed her sister.<\/p>\n
Elaine swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo when I asked if she ever mentioned me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave you the easiest answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was exhausted from feeling caught between you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t asking you to repair our relationship, Maeve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me believe she was finished with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine stared at the pile of cards.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Elaine\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked out.
\n
\nI remained sitting on Mom\u2019s bed for a long time.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I began returning the envelopes to the box.<\/p>\n
That was when I noticed one wedged beneath the fabric lining.<\/p>\n
It was sealed.<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s name was written across the front in Mom\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
I could have opened it.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
That evening, I asked Raven to come over.<\/p>\n
She sat at Mom\u2019s kitchen table in the same chair where I had first seen her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you and Mom really become friends?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe insulted my book.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat definitely sounds like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven smiled too.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe started talking. I told her my mother and I weren\u2019t speaking because she hated that I left college to become a tattoo artist.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mom told you about Elaine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she kept telling you to call your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery Saturday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you kept telling her to call Elaine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPretty much.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t she tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was embarrassed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d been telling her for years to contact Elaine. She kept refusing. Then someone she barely knew told her the same thing, and suddenly she wanted to try.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raven leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaeve, your mother didn\u2019t choose me instead of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was simply less ashamed to admit she was frightened to someone who hadn\u2019t watched her spend years pretending she wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stayed with me.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I drove to Elaine\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s sealed letter was inside my purse.<\/p>\n
When Elaine opened the door, her expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you I needed time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I held out the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found this after you left.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at her name.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s nothing left to repair between Doris and me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cThere isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom died before either of you found the courage to speak. I can\u2019t change that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came because I need to say something without defending myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFive years ago, when you asked whether Mom talked about you, I knew she did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Part 3:
\nElaine went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew she missed you. I gave you the easiest answer because I didn\u2019t want to deal with whatever might happen afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me believe she didn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger flashed across her face.<\/p>\n
For once, I didn\u2019t explain myself.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t try to soften what I had done.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to forgive me,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I\u2019m finished pretending silence doesn\u2019t have consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed Mom\u2019s envelope beside her door.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I left without telling her whether she should read it.<\/p>\n
Three weeks later, Elaine came to Mom\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
She sat across from me at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
The wooden box rested beside her chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI read the card.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she\u2019d wasted years waiting until she knew exactly what she wanted to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine stared into her coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she wrote that maybe waiting was the entire problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe missed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost reached for her hand but stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wrote almost exactly the same thing to her last year.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, Raven sent me a message.<\/p>\n
\u201cI finally called my mom. We\u2019re having dinner tomorrow. Wish me luck.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled and put my phone down.<\/p>\n
Elaine turned one of Mom\u2019s old cards between her fingers.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what happens between us now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019d like to see you again, if you want that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo pressure,\u201d I added. \u201cI think I\u2019ve spent enough time trying to control how everyone else fixes things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression softened.<\/p>\n
I thought about how jealous I had once been of Raven.<\/p>\n
A woman half my age.<\/p>\n
A stranger I believed had somehow taken my place in my mother\u2019s life.<\/p>\n
But Raven hadn\u2019t replaced me.<\/p>\n
She had simply known one part of Mom that I hadn\u2019t been invited to see.<\/p>\n
Maybe loving someone for an entire lifetime doesn\u2019t mean knowing every corner of them.<\/p>\n
Elaine picked up her coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall me next week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
And this time, I meant it.<\/p>\n
Because for once, instead of trying to repair everyone around me, I was finally ready to work on the person I could actually change.<\/p>\n
Myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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