Robber Bride - Margaret Atwood [151]
“Maybe it was because her mother was stoned to death by Roumanians, for being a gypsy,” says Charis.
“What?” says Tony. “No, she wasn’t! She was a White Russian in exile! She died in Paris, of tuberculosis!”
Then Tony begins to laugh. She laughs and laughs.
“What?” says Charis, puzzled. “What is it?”
Tony makes Charis a cup of tea, and tells her to take a rest. She has to look after her health now, says Tony, because she is a mother. She wraps Charis up in a blanket and Charis lies on the living-room sofa. She feels drowsy and cared for, as if things are out of her hands.
Tony goes outside with some plastic garbage bags – Charis knows plastic is bad, but she’s found no alternative – and collects up the dead chickens. She sweeps out the chicken house. She fills a pail of water and does the best she can with the blood.
“There’s a hose,” says Charis sleepily.
“I think I got most of it,” says Tony. “What was this bread knife doing in the garden?”
Charis explains about trying to slit her wrists, and Tony doesn’t scold her. She simply says that bread knives are not a viable solution, and washes it off and puts it back in the knife rack.
After Charis has had her rest, Tony sits her down at the table again. She has a sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen. “Now, think of everything you need,” she says. “Everything practical.”
Charis thinks. She needs some white paint, for the nursery; she needs insulation for the house, because after the summer there will be a winter. She needs some loose dresses. But she can’t afford any of these things. With Billy and Zenia eating up the groceries, she hasn’t been able to save. Maybe she will have to go on welfare.
“Money,” she says slowly. She hates to say it. She doesn’t want Tony to think she’s begging.
“Good. Now, let’s think of all the ways you can get some.”
With the help of her friend Roz, whom Charis remembers dimly from McClung Hall, Tony finds Charis a lawyer, and the lawyer goes after Uncle Vern. He’s alive, though Aunt Viola is not. He’s still living in the house with the wall-to-wall and the rec room. Charis doesn’t have to go and see him – the lawyer does that for her, and reports to Tony. Charis doesn’t have to tell the whole story about Uncle Vern because everything the lawyer needs is there in the wills, her mother’s and her grandmother’s. What has happened is perfectly clear: Uncle Vern has taken the money he got from selling the farm, Charis’s money, and put it into his own business. He claims he tried to find Charis after her twenty-first birthday, but he couldn’t. Maybe this is true.
Charis doesn’t get as much money as she should have – she doesn’t get interest, and Uncle Vern has spent some of the capital, but she gets more than she’s ever had before. She also gets a creepy note from Uncle Vern, saying he’d love to see her again because she was always like a daughter to him. He must be going senile. She burns the note in the stove.
“I wonder if my life would’ve been better if I’d had a real father,” she says to Tony.
“I had one,” says Tony. “It was a mixed blessing.”
Roz invests some of Charis’s money for her. It won’t bring in very much, but it will help. Charis spends part of what’s left buying the house – the landlord wants it off his hands, he thinks the city will tear it down any day now, so he’s happy to take a low price. After she’s bought the house she fixes it up, not totally but enough.
Roz comes over to the Island, because she loves renovating houses, or so she says. She is even larger than Charis remembers her; her voice is louder, and she has a bright lemon-coloured aura that Charis can see without even looking hard.
“Oh, this is terrific,” says Roz, “it’s just like a doll’s house! But sweetie – you need a different table!” The next day, a different table arrives. It’s round and oak, just what Charis wants. Charis decides that – despite all appearances – Roz is a sensitive person.
Roz busies herself with the