"What would you have me do that I'm not doing? I thought this new house would make us happy. It would make most people happy, Norah."
At this tone, fear rushed through her; she could lose him too. Her foot throbbed, and her head, and she closed her eyes briefly at the thought of the scene she had caused. She did not want to be stuck forever in this dark static night, David an unreachable distance away.
"All right," she said. "I'll call the Realtor tomorrow. We should take that offer."
A film closed over the past as she spoke a barrier as brittle and fragile as ice forming. It would grow and strengthen. it would become impenetrable, opaque. Norah felt this happening and she feared it, but now she feared more what would happen if it shattered. Yes, they would move on. This would be her gift to David and to Paul
Phoebe she would keep alive in her heart.
David wrapped her foot in a towel and sat back on his heels.
"Look, I don't see us moving back there," he said, gentler now that she'd conceded. "But we could. If you really wanted that, we could sell this place and move back."
"No," she said. "we live here now."
"But your so sad, " he said. "Please don't be sad. I didn't forget Norah. Not our anniversary. Not our daughter. Not anything."
"Oh , David," she said. "I left your present in the car." She thought of the camera, its precise dials and levers. The Memory Keeper, it said on the box, in white italic letters; this, she realized, was why she'd bought it---so he'd capture every moment, so he'd never forget.
"That's all right," he said standing."Wait. Wait right there."
He ran down the stairs. She sat on the edge of the tub for a moment longer, then stood and limped across the hall to Paul's room.
The carpet was dark blue and thick beneath her feet. She had painted clouds on the pale blue walls and hung a mobile of stars above the crib. Paul slept beneath the drifting stars, the blanket thrown off, his small hands out flung. She kissed him...