This was even more infuriating because she was better than he was, at this point. But whenever she took a set from Alton he started intimidating her, acting mean, disputing calls, and her game fell apart.
Madeleine was worried that there was something paradigmatic in this, that she was destined to go through life being cowed by less capable men. She led them past small houses bearing historical placards and bigger apartment buildings slightly less grand than the one she lived in. Providence was a corrupt town, crime-ridden and mob-controlled, but up on College Hill this was hard to see.
The sketchy downtown and dying or dead textile mills lay below, in the grim dis- tance. Here the narrow streets, many of them cobblestone, climbed past Georgian mansions and gingerbread-covered Victorians, or snaked around Puritan graveyards full of half-eroded headstones, streets with names like Prospect, Benevolent, Hope, and Meeting, all of them feeding into the arboreous campus at the top.
The sheer physical elevation suggested an intellectual one. In preparation for the ceremony, loudspeakers had been set up on the lawn. A man wearing a bow tie, a dean-of-students-looking person, was tensely smoking a cigarette and looking at a raft of balloons tied to the churchyard fence. Phyllida caught up to Madeleine, taking her arm to negotiate the uneven slate, which was pushed up and cracked by the roots of the gnarled plane trees that lined the curb.
As a little girl, Madeleine had thought of her mother as pretty, but that was a long time ago. The conservative clothes she wore—the clothes of a philanthropist or lady ambassador—had a tendency to conceal her figure. Her hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.
For as long as Madeleine could remember Phyllida had been never at a loss for words or shy about a point of etiquette. She concentrated on getting across the street and up the steps of Carr House with her throbbing head. The guy behind the counter, who was wearing Elvis Costello glasses, was rinsing out the espresso machine. Phyllida, holding her handbag protectively against her chest, had paused by the door to peruse the student art on the walls: six paintings of small, skin-diseased dogs wearing bleach-bottle collars.
At a table against the wall, a girl with stiff pink hair was smoking a clove cigarette and reading Invisible Cities. After installing her parents at a table near the bay window, Madeleine asked them what they wanted. Phyllida was staring overtly at the girl with pink hair. It was invented. In Germany. Not milk? She brought them to the table and sat down. The coffee was hot, life-savingly good. Sipping it, Madeleine began to feel slightly less awful.
After examining his bagel, Alton began scraping it ruthlessly with a plastic knife. Where are you then? Or anything to do. If your plans change, you can always come home. Your father and I would love to have you. Moving back home is always a bad idea.
Stay away. That way you can come and go as you like. Why not tell her parents everything, curl up in the back seat of the car, and let them take her home. She could move into her old bedroom, with the sleigh bed and the Madeline wallpaper. She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson.
Phyllida brought her out of this reverie. Across the street. His lips were moving, as if he was talking to himself.
Phyllida waved, despite the fact that Mitchell was too far away to notice. The three Hannas stared across the street at Mitchell in his half-lotus. Black clouds were massing in the distance as Madeleine came down the steps of Carr House and crossed the street into the churchyard. Sussex, Essex and Kent.
The expression on its human face was hard to read. Beneath the sun and clouds was a crest containing a St. James cross and four open books. Beneath the banner, in the grass, was Mitchell. His lips were moving silently, but when he noticed Madeleine approach- ing they abruptly stopped. Madeleine remained a few feet away. Speaking to you. I barely slept last night. So if you could just come over and say hello, that would be great. Despite the warm weather, he was wearing a vintage gabardine shirt, dark wool pants, and beat-up wingtips.
Madeleine had never seen him in shorts or tennis shoes. What had happened was this: one night the previous December, in a state of anxiety about her romantic life, Madeleine had run into Mitchell on campus and brought him back to her apartment. He asked what it was for. Madeleine had explained that people who were athletic sometimes got sore muscles. She said that she realized that Mitchell might not have experienced this phenomenon, seeing as all he did was sit in the library, but he should take her word for it.
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