Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 13
Istillhavethepictureinmyroomstuckinthecornerofamirrorintheframe. Icombmyhairinthemirrorbeforeworkeverymorning andthinkhowIoncehadcancerfortenminutes, worsethancancer.
ItellMarlathatthisThanksgivingwasthefirstyearwhenmygrandfatherandIdidnotgoiceskatingeventhoughtheicewasalmostsixinchesthick. Mygrandmotheralwayshastheselittleroundbandagesonherforeheadorherarmswheremolesshe’shadherwholelifedidn’tlookright. Theyspreadoutwithfringededgesorthemolesturnedfrombrowntoblueorblack.
Whenmygrandmothergotoutofthehospitalthelasttime,mygrandfatherwascarryinghersuitcase anditwassoheavyhecomplainedthathefeltlopsided. MyFrench-Canadiangrandmotherwassomodestthatsheneverworeaswimmingsuitinpublic andshealwaysranwaterinthesinktomaskanysoundshemightmakeinthebathroom. ComingoutofOurLadyofLourdesHospitalafterapartialmastectomy,shesays: "Youfeellopsided?"
Formygrandfather,thatsumsupthewholestory, mygrandmother,cancer,theirmarriage,yourlife. Helaughseverytimehetellsthatstory.
Marlaisn’tlaughing. Iwanttomakeherlaugh,towarmherup. Tomakeherforgivemeforthecollagen,IwanttotellMarlathere’snothingformetofind. Ifshefoundanythingthismorning,itwasamistake. Abirthmark.
