The Paris Review - Fall 2016
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leading up to Christmas, Dick was trying to either go bankrupt or avoid<br />
going bankrupt; an old friend, a lawyer in town, was advising him.<br />
Oh, the boys thought it was so funny to start calling each other “little.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> girls paid no attention to what the boys were doing, did not answer to<br />
their new names, and, to Mandy’s way of thinking, seemed more like teenagers.<br />
Well, not the first graders, but the fifth graders, who wore not only bras but<br />
Spanx. It was a big thing to put on the longest Spanx you could under whatever<br />
you were wearing—and if it showed below the hem, so much the better.<br />
Mandy worked for a dentist in town, Dr. Kim. She’d wanted to study<br />
massage, but she’d gotten a scholarship to train as a dental hygienist. It was<br />
how she’d met Dick, the week after his girlfriend walked out on him and<br />
Little Edgar. She’d started to think of him now as Little Edgar, because the<br />
name brought him such pleasure. <strong>The</strong> “little” concept was like the new dirty<br />
word. It brought instant giggling. It seemed socked in, like the humidity of<br />
the past week.<br />
What, exactly, did Little Edgar want to do for Little Rose? Mandy sat<br />
on Little Edgar’s futon and asked. Was it going to be something romantic,<br />
like giving her flowers? Noooooo. Well, was it that he wanted to (whisper)<br />
kiss her, maybe? Ugh, noooooo, he did not want to do that.<br />
“Find a place for Little Rose to live,” he said. “Because her grandma’s boat<br />
has a leak and it’s sinking.”<br />
“What do you mean, her boat?” She’d met the grandmother: a battle-ax<br />
in a spandex workout getup that revealed her deep, wrinkled cleavage. <strong>The</strong><br />
woman wore a visor, wraparound sunglasses, and bright pink lipstick and<br />
nail polish.<br />
“Her grandma’s on a boat off Stock Island. <strong>The</strong> boat’s sinking, and Little<br />
Rose will drown.”<br />
“Edgar, let Mandy eat her dinner,” Dick said to his son. “It’s six thirty.<br />
What are you doing in bed anyway?”<br />
“I have a headache,” Little Edgar said.<br />
“I would, too, if I went to that school,” Dick said. “If you hadn’t eaten so<br />
much peanut butter on banana slices, you could have dinner with us, Edgar.<br />
Think about that.”<br />
“Little Edgar,” Edgar giggled. He’d been named for his mother’s father,<br />
whom he’d never met. Now his mother was gone, and he was stuck with an<br />
old man’s name.<br />
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