In a youngster as innately dutiful as the Swede--and a handsome boy always making the extra effort not to be mistaken for the owner of his startling good looks--Dawn's being only five foot two quickened in him a manly urge to shield and to shelterUp until that drawn-out, draining negotiation between Dawn and his father, he'd had no idea he was in love with a girl as strong as thisHe even wondered if he wanted to be in love with a girl as strong as this
Aside from the number of crosses in her house, the only other thing she lied about outright was the baptism, an issue on which she finally appeared to capitulate, but only after three solid hours of negotiations during which it seemed to the Swede that, amazingly enough, his father had yielded on that issue almost right off the batNot until later did he realize that his father had deliberately let the negotiation string out until the twenty-two-year-old girl was at the end of her strength and then, shifting by a hundred and eighty degrees his position on baptism, wrapped up the deal giving her only Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and the Easter bonnet
But after Merry was born, Dawn got the child baptized anywayShe could have performed the baptism herself or got her mother to do it but she wanted the real thing, and so she got a priest and some godparents and took the baby to the church, and until Lou Levov happened to come upon the baptismal certificate in chanel earings a dresser in the unused back bedroom of the Old Rimrock house, no one ever knew--only the Swede, whom Dawn told in the evening, after the freshly baptized baby had been put to bed cleansed of original sin and bound for heavenBy the time the baptismal certificate was unearthed, Merry was a family treasure six years old, and the uproar was short-livedThough that didn't mean that the Swede's father could shake the conviction that what lay behind Merry's difficulties all along was the secret baptism: that, and the Christmas tree, and the Easter bonnet, enough for that poor kid never to know who she wasThat and her grandma Dwyer--she didn't help eitherSeven years after Merry was born, Dawn's father had the second heart attack, dropped dead while installing a furnace, and from then on there was no dragging Grandma Dwyer out of StEvery time she could get her hands on Merry, she spirited the child off to church, and God alone knew what they pumped into her thereThe Swede, far more confident with his father--about this, about everything, really, than he'd been before becoming a father himself--would tell him, "Dad, Merry takes it all with a grain of saltIt's just Grandma to her, and what Grandma doesGoing to church with Dawn's mother doesn't mean a thing to Merry either way But his father wasn't buying it"She kneels, doesn't she? They're up there doing all that stuff, and Merry is kneeling--right?"
"Well, sure, I chanel quilted handbag guess so, sure, she kneelsBut it doesn't mean anything to her
"Yeah? Well it does to me--it means plenty!"
Lou Levov backed off--that is, with his son--from attributing Merry's screaming to the baptismBut alone with his wife he wasn't so cautious, and when he was riled up about "some Catholic crap" the Dwyer woman had inflicted on his granddaughter, he wondered aloud if it wasn't the secret baptism that all along lay behind the screaming that scared the hell out of the whole family during Merry's first yearPerhaps everything bad that ever happened to Merry, not excluding the worst thing that happened to her, had originated then and there
She entered the world screaming and the screaming did not stopThe child opened her mouth so wide to scream that she broke the tiny blood vessels in her cheeksAt first the doctor figured it was colic, but when it went on for three months, another explanation was needed and Dawn took her for all kinds of tests, to all kinds of doctors--and Merry never disappointed you, she screamed there tooAt one point Dawn even had to wring some urine out of the diaper to take it to the doctor for a testThey had happy-go-lucky Myra as their housekeeper then, a large, cheery bartender's daughter from Morristown's Little Dublin, and though she would pick up Merry and nestle her into that pillowy, plentiful bosom of hers and coo and coo at her as sweetly as though she were her own, if vintage gucci handbags Merry was already off and screaming, Myra got results no better than Dawn'sThere was nothing Dawn didn't try to outwit whatever mechanism triggered the screamingWhen she took Merry with her to the supermarket, she made elaborate preparations beforehand, as though to hypnotize the child into a state of calmJust to go out shopping, she would give her a bath and a nap, put her in nice clean clothes, get her all set in the car, wheel her around the store in the shopping cart--and everything might be going fine, until somebody came along and leaned over the cart and said, "Oh, what a cute baby," and that would be it: inconsolable for the next twenty-four hoursAt dinnertime, Dawn would tell the Swede, "All that hard work for nothingI'm going crazier and crazierI'd stand on my head if it helped--but nothing helps The home movie of Merry's first birthday showed everybody singing "Happy Birthday" and Merry, in her high chair, screamingBut only weeks later, for no apparent reason, the fury of the screaming began to ebb, then the frequency, and by the time she was one and a half, everything was wonderful and remained wonderful and went on being wonderful until the stuttering
What had gone wrong for Merry was what her Jewish grandfather had known would go wrong from the morning of the meeting on Central AvenueThe Swede had sat in a chair in the corner of the office, well out of the line of fire; whenever Dawn said the gucci taske name Jesus, he looked miserably through the glass at the hundred and twenty women working at the sewing machines on the floor--the rest of the time he looked at his feetLou Levov sat iron-faced at his desk, not his favorite desk, out amid the clamorous activity of the making department, but at the desk he rarely ever used, tucked away for the sake of quiet within the glass enclosureAnd Dawn didn't cry, didn't go to pieces, and lied, really, hardly at all--just held her ground throughout, all sixty-two and a half inches of herDawn--whose only preparation for such a grilling was the Miss New Jersey prepageant interview, heavily weighted in the scoring, when she stood before five seated judges and answered questions about her biography--was sensational
Here's the opening of the inquisition that the Swede never forgot:

WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME, MISS DWYER?
Mary Dawn Dwyer
DO YOU WEAR A CROSS AROUND YOUR NECK, MARY DAWN?
I haveIn high school I did for a while
SO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF AS A RELIGIOUS PERSONThat isn't why I wore itI wore it because I'd been to a retreat and when I got home I just started wearing a crossIt wasn't a huge religious symbolIt was just a sign really of having been to this weekend retreat, where I made a lot of friendsIt was much more that than a sign of being a devout Catholic
ANY CROSSES IN YOUR HOUSE? HANGING UP?
Only one
IS YOUR MOTHER DEVOUT?
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What could it be?
Or maybe he was just a happy manHappy people exist tooWhy shouldn't they? All the scattershot speculation about the Swede's motives was only my professional impatience, my trying to imbue Swede Levov with something like the tendentious meaning Tolstoy assigned to Ivan Ilych, so belittled by the author in the uncharitable story in which he sets out to heartlessly expose, in clinical terms, what it is to be ordinaryIvan Ilych is the well-placed high-court official who leads "a decorous life approved of by society" and who on his deathbed, in the depths of his unceasing agony and terror, thinks, "'Maybe I did not live as I ought to have done'" Ivan Ilych's life, writes Tolstoy, summarizing, right at the outset, his judgment of the presiding judge with the delightful StPetersburg house and a handsome salary of three thousand rubles a year and friends all of good social position, had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terribleMaybe in Russia in 1886But in Old Rimrock, New Jersey, in 1995, when the Ivan Ilyches come trooping back to lunch at the clubhouse after their morning round of golf and start to crow, "It doesn't get any better than this," they may be a lot closer to the truth than Leo Tolstoy ever was
Swede Levov's life, for all I knew, had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore just great, right in the American grain
"Is Jerry gay?" I suddenly asked
"My brother?" The Swede laughed
Maybe I was and had asked the vintage gucci bags question out of mischief, to alleviate the boredomYet I did happen to be remembering that line the Swede had written me about how much his father "suffered because of the shocks that befell his loved ones," which led me to wondering again what he'd been alluding to, which spontaneously reminded me of the humiliation Jerry had brought upon himself in our junior year of high school when he attempted to win the heart of a strikingly unexceptional girl in our class who you wouldn't have thought required a production to get her to kiss you
As a Valentine present, Jerry made a coat for her out of hamster skins, a hundred and seventy-five hamster skins that he cured in the sun and then sewed together with a curved sewing needle pilfered from his father's factory, where the idea dawned on himThe high school biology department had been given a gift of some three hundred hamsters for the purpose of dissection, and Jerry diligently finagled to collect the skins from the biology students; his oddness and his genius made credible the story he told about "a scientific experiment" he was conducting at homeHe finagled next to find out the girl's height, he designed a pattern, and then, after he got most of the stink out of the hides--or thought he had--by drying them in the sun on the roof of his garage, he meticulously sewed the skins together, finishing the coat off with a silk lining made out of a section of a white parachute, an imperfect parachute his brother had sent home to him as a chanel white watch memento from the marine air base in Cherry Point, North Carolina, where the Parris Island team won the last game of the season for the Marine Corps baseball championshipThe only person Jerry told about the coat was me, the Ping-Pong stoogeHe was going to send it to the girl in a Bamberger's coat box of his mother's, wrapped in lavender tissue paper and tied with velvet ribbonBut when the coat was finished, it was so stiff--because of the idiotic way he'd dried the skins, his father would later explain--that he couldn't get it to fold up in the box
Across from the Swede in Vincent's restaurant, I suddenly recalled seeing it in the basement: this big thing sitting on the floor with sleevesToday, I was thinking, it would win all kinds of prizes at the Whitney Museum, but back in Newark in 1949 nobody knew dick about what great art was and Jerry and I racked our brains trying to figure out what he could do to get the coat into the boxHe was set on that box because she would think, when she began to open it, that it contained an expensive coat from Barn'sI was thinking of what she would think when she saw that wasn't what it contained; I was thinking that surely it didn't take such hard work to gain the attention of a chubby girl with bad skin and no boyfriendBut I cooperated with Jerry because he had a cyclonic personality you either fled or yielded to and because he was Swede Levov's brother and I was in Swede Levov's house and everywhere you looked were Swede Levov's sac chloe trophiesEventually Jerry tore the entire coat apart and resewed it so that the stitching lay straight across the chest, creating a hinge of sorts where the coat could be bent and placed in the boxI helped him--it was like sewing a suit of armorAtop the coat he placed a heart that he cut out of card- board and painted his name on in Gothic letters, and the package was sent parcel postIt had taken him three months to transform an improbable idea into nutty realityBrief by human standards
She screamed when she opened the box"She had a fit," her girlfriends saidJerry's father also had a fit"This is what you do with the parachute your brother sent you? You cut it up? You cut up a parachute?" Jerry was too humiliated to tell him that it was to get the girl to fall into his arms and kiss him the way Lana Turner kissed Clark GableI happened to be there when his father went after him for curing the skins in the midday sun"A skin must be preserved properlyProperly! And properly is not in the sun--you must dry a skin in the shadeYou don't want them sunburned, damn it! Can I teach you once and for all, Jerome, how to preserve a skin?" And that he proceeded to do, in a boil at first, barely able to contain his frustration with his own son's ineptitude as a leather worker, explaining to both of us what they had taught the traders to do to the sheepskins in Ethiopia before they shipped them to Newark Maid to be contracted out to the tanner"You can salt it, but salt's expensiveEspecially in Africa, prada logos very, very expensiveAnd they steal the salt thereThese people don't have saltYou have to put poison into the salt over there so they won't steal itOther way is to pack the skin up, various ways, either on a board or on a frame, you tie it, and make little cuts, tie it up and dry it in the shadeThat's what we call flint-dried skinSprinkle a little flint on it, keeps it from deteriorating, prevents the bugs from entering--" Much to my own relief, the outrage had given way surprisingly fast to a patient, if tedious, pedagogical assault, which seemed to gall Jerry even more than being blown down by his father's huffing and puffingIt could well have been that very day when Jerry swore to himself never to go near his father's business
To deal with malodorous skins, Jerry had doused the coat with his mother's perfume, but by the time the coat was delivered by the postman it had begun to stink as it had intermittently all along, and the girl was so revolted when she opened the box, so insulted and horrified, that she never spoke to Jerry againAccording to the other girls, she thought he had gone out and hunted and killed all those tiny beasts and then sent them to her because of her blemished skinJerry was in a rage when he got the news and, in the midst of our next Ping-Pong game, cursed her and called all girls fucking idiotsIf he hadn't before had the courage to ask anyone out on a date, he never tried after that and was one of only three boys who didn't show up at the senior fendi big pro

One waited behind the otherThere was nothing she could do
And nothing he could doThe man grows crazier and crazier to do something just when there is nothing left for him to do
Her body in the cribHer body in the bassinetHer body when she starts to stand on his stomachThe belly showing between her dungarees and her shirt while she hangs upside down from him when he comes home from workHer body when she leaves the earth and leaps into his armsThe abandon of her body flying into his arms, granting him a father's permission to touchThe unquestioning adoration of him that is in that leaping body, a body seemingly fake birkin all finished, a perfected creation in miniature, with all of the miniature's charmA body that looks quickly put on after having just been freshly ironed--no folds anywhereThe naive freedom with which she discloses itThe tenderness this evokesHer bare feet padded like a little animal's feetNew and unworn, her uncorrupted pawsThe most muscular part of herHer sorbet-colored underpantsAt the great divide, her baby tuchas, the gravity-defying behind, improbably belonging to the upper Merry and not as yet to the lowerNot an ounce anywhereThe cleft, as though an awl had made it--that beautifully beveled joining that chanel classic flap will petal outward, evolving in the cycle of time into a woman's origami-folded cuntThe implausible belly buttonThe anatomical precision of the rib cageThe pliancy of her spineThe bony ridges of her back like keys on a small xylophoneThe lovely dormancy of the invisible bosom before the swell beginsAll the turbulent wanting-to-become blessedly, blessedly dormantYet in the neck somehow is the woman to be, there in that building block of a neck ornamented with downThe face that she will not carry with her and that is yet the fingerprint of the futureThe marker that will disappear and yet be there fifty years laterHow omega automatic seamaster little of her story is revealed in his child's faceIts youngness is all he can seeSo very new in the cycleWith nothing as yet totally defined, time is so powerfully present in her faceThe flare of the unstructured nose is the whole noseThe color of her eyesThe white, white whitenessIt's all unclouded, but the eyes particularly, windows, washed windows with nothing yet of the revelation of what's withinThe history in her brow of the embryoThe dried apricots that are her earsIf once you started eating them you'd never stopThe little ears always older than she isThe ears that were never just four years old and yet miu miu clutch hadn't really changed since she was fourteen monthsThe preternatural fineness of her hairMore reddish, more like his mother's than his then, still touched with fire thenThe smell of the whole day in her hairThe carefreeness, the abandon of that body in his armsThe catlike abandon to the all-powerful father, the reassuring giantIt is so, it is true--in the abandon of her body to him, she excites an instinct for reassurance that is so abundant that it must be close to what Dawn says she felt when she was lactatingWhat he feels when his daughter leaves the earth to leap into his arms is the absoluteness of their necklace pearl chanel intim

"Ah, there's a great deal to be said for that plan?indeed I think my uncle Egmont used to say he found it less agitating not to read the morning papers till after dinner," said Mrs

"Yes: my good father abhorred hurryBut now we live in a constant rush," said Mrvan der Luyden in measured tones, looking with pleasant deliberation about the large shrouded room which to Archer was so complete an image of its owners

"But I hope you HAD finished your reading, Henry?" his wife interposed

"Quite?quite," he reassured her

"Then I should like Adeline to tell you?"

"Oh, it's really Newland's story," said his mother smiling; and proceeded to rehearse once more the monstrous tale of the affront inflicted on Mrs

"Of course," she ended, "Augusta Welland and Mary Mingott both felt that, especially in view of Newland's engagement, you and Henry OUGHT TO KNOWvan der Luyden, fendi big drawing a deep breath

There was a silence during which the tick of the monumental ormolu clock on the white marble mantelpiece grew as loud as the boom of a minute-gunArcher contemplated with awe the two slender faded figures, seated side by side in a kind of viceregal rigidity, mouthpieces of some remote ancestral authority which fate compelled them to wield, when they would so much rather have lived in simplicity and seclusion, digging invisible weeds out of the perfect lawns of Skuytercliff, and playing Patience together in the eveningsvan der Luyden was the first to speak

"You really think this is due to some?some intentional interference of Lawrence Lefferts's?" he enquired, turning to Archer

"I'm certain of it, sirLarry has been going it rather harder than usual lately?if cousin Louisa won't mind my mentioning it?having rather a stiff affair with the postmaster's wife in chanel quilted replica their village, or some one of that sort; and whenever poor Gertrude Lefferts begins to suspect anything, and he's afraid of trouble, he gets up a fuss of this kind, to show how awfully moral he is, and talks at the top of his voice about the impertinence of inviting his wife to meet people he doesn't wish her to knowHe's simply using Madame Olenska as a lightning-rod; I've seen him try the same thing often before

"The LEFFERTSES!?" said Mrs

"The LEFFERTSES!?" echoed Mrs"What would uncle Egmont have said of Lawrence Lefferts's pronouncing on anybody's social position? It shows what Society has come to

"We'll hope it has not quite come to that," said Mrvan der Luyden firmly

"Ah, if only you and Louisa went out more!" sighed Mrs

But instantly she became aware of her mistakeThe van der Luydens were morbidly sensitive to any criticism of their secluded existenceThey were the uhr rolex arbiters of fashion, the Court of last Appeal, and they knew it, and bowed to their fateBut being shy and retiring persons, with no natural inclination for their part, they lived as much as possible in the sylvan solitude of Skuytercliff, and when they came to town, declined all invitations on the plea of Mrsvan der Luyden's health

Newland Archer came to his mother's rescue"Everybody in New York knows what you and cousin Louisa representMingott felt she ought not to allow this slight on Countess Olenska to pass without consulting youvan der Luyden glanced at her husband, who glanced back at her

"It is the principle that I dislike," said Mr"As long as a member of a well-known family is backed up by that family it should be considered?final

"It seems so to me," said his wife, as if she were producing a new thought

"I had no idea," Mrvan der Luyden continued, "that things dior logo had come to such a pass He paused, and looked at his wife again"It occurs to me, my dear, that the Countess Olenska is already a sort of relation?through Medora Manson's first husbandAt any rate, she will be when Newland marries He turned toward the young man"Have you read this morning's Times, Newland?"

"Why, yes, sir," said Archer, who usually tossed off half a dozen papers with his morning coffee

Husband and wife looked at each other againTheir pale eyes clung together in prolonged and serious consultation; then a faint smile fluttered over Mrsvan der Luyden's faceShe had evidently guessed and approvedvan der Luyden turned to Mrs"If Louisa's health allowed her to dine out?I wish you would say to MrsLovell Mingott?she and I would have been happy to?er?fill the places of the Lawrence Leffertses at her dinner He paused to let the irony of this sink in"As you know, this is prada borse impossib

"Little Rimrock rich boyAll locked up like thatLet's fuck, D-d-d-daddyI'll take you to see your daughterWe'll wash your prick and zip up your fly and I'll take you to where she is
"Do I know you will? How do I know you will?"
"WaitSee how things turn outThe worst is you get yourself some twenty-two-year-old gashCome on over to the bed, D-d-d--"
"Stop this! My daughter has nothing to do with any of this! My daughter has nothing to do with you! You little shit--you're not fit to wipe my daughter's shoes! My daughter had nothing to do with that bombingYou know that!"
"Calm down, SwedeIf you want to see your daughter as much gucci clearance as you say, you'll just calm down and come on over here and give Rita Cohen a nice big fuckFirst the fuck, then the dough
She had raised her knees toward her chest and now, with either foot planted on the bed, she let her legs fall openThe floral skirt was gathered up by her hips and she wore no underwear
"There," she said softlyIt's all permissible, baby He did not know what to reach for in his estimable strongbox of reactions--this boiling up of something so visceral in with the rhetorical was not the attack he had prepared himself forShe'd brought to the hotel a stick of dynamite to throw
"What is it, dear?" she replied"You chanel classic flap must speak up like a big boy if you wish to be heard
"What does this display have to do with what has happened?"
"Everything," she said"You'll be surprised by what a very clear picture of things you're going to get from this display She edged her two hands down onto her pubic hair"Look at it," she told him and, by rolling the labia lips outward with her fingers, exposed to him the membranous tissue veined and mottled and waxy with the moist tulip sheen of flayed flesh
"It's a jungle down there," she said"Nothing in its placeNothing on the left side like anything on the right sideHow many extras are there? Nobody knowsThere are hermes tas glands down thereThere's another holeDon't you see what this has to do with what happened? Take a lookTake a good long look
"Miss Cohen," he said, fixing on her eyes, the one mark of beauty she was blessed with--a child's eyes, he discovered, a good child's eyes that had nothing in common with what she was up to, "my daughter is missing
"You don't get the pointYou don't get the point about anythingHave I got it wrong? What do you see? Do you see anything? No, you don't see anythingYou don't see anything because you don't look at anything
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