Alice Munros Best

be the difference in the rents, and the old-age pension she started getting in October, and the money that still came in from a commercial she had made for a diet supplement. She could manage.
    “And then if we came in the summers we could help with the rent,” said Sophie.
    Philip heard them. He said, “Every summer?”
    “Well you like the lake now,” Sophie said. “You like it here now.”
    “And the mosquitoes, you know they’re not as bad every year,” Eve said. “Usually they’re just bad in the early summer. June, before you’d even get here. In the spring there are all these boggy places full of water, and they breed there, and then the boggy places dry up, and they don’t breed again. But this year there was so much rain earlier, those places didn’t dry up, so the mosquitoes got a second chance, and there’s a whole new generation.”
    She had found out how much he respected information and preferred it to her opinions and reminiscences.
    Sophie was not keen on reminiscence either. Whenever the past that she and Eve had shared was mentioned – even those months after Philip’s birth that Eve thought of as some of the happiest, the hardest, the most purposeful and harmonious, in her life – Sophie’s face took on a look of gravity and concealment, of patiently withheld judgments. The earlier time, Sophie’s own childhood, was a positive minefield, as Eve discovered, when they were talking about Philip’s school. Sophie thought it a little too rigorous, and Ian thought it just fine.
    “What a switch from Blackbird,” Eve said, and Sophie said at once, almost viciously, “Oh, Blackbird. What a farce. When I think that you paid for that. You
paid
.”
    Blackbird was an ungraded alternative school that Sophie had gone to (the name came from “Morning Has Broken”). It had cost Eve more than she could afford, but she thought it was better for a child whose mother was an actress and whose father was not in evidence. When Sophie was nine or ten, it had broken up because of disagreements among the parents.
    “I learned Greek myths and I didn’t know where Greece was,” said Sophie. “I didn’t know
what
it was. We had to spend art period making antinuke signs.”
    Eve said, “Oh, no, surely.”
    “We did. And they literally badgered us – they badgered us – to talk about sex. It was verbal molestation. You
paid
.”
    “I didn’t know it was as bad as all that.”
    “Oh well,” said Sophie. “I survived.”
    “That’s the main thing,” Eve said shakily. “Survival.”
    SOPHIE’S FATHER WAS from Kerala, in the southern part of India. Eve had met him, and spent her whole time with him, on a train going from Vancouver to Toronto. He was a young doctor studying in Canada on a fellowship. He had a wife already, and a baby daughter, at home in India.
    The train trip took three days. There was a half-hour stop in Calgary. Eve and the doctor ran around looking for a drugstore where they could buy condoms. They didn’t find one. By the time they got to Winnipeg, where the train stopped for a full hour, it was too late. In fact – said Eve, when she told their story – by the time they got to the Calgary city limits, it was probably too late.
    He was travelling in the day coach – the fellowship was not generous. But Eve had splurged and got herself a roomette. It was this extravagance – a last-minute decision – it was the convenience and privacy of the roomette that were responsible, Eve said, for the existence of Sophie and the greatest change in her, Eve’s, life. That, and the fact that you couldn’t get condoms anywhere around the Calgary station, not for love or money.
    In Toronto she waved goodbye to her lover from Kerala, as you would wave to any train acquaintance, because she was met there by the man who was at that time the serious interest and main trouble in her life. The whole three days had been underscored by the swaying and rocking of the train – the lovers’ motions were never just what they contrived themselves, and perhaps for that reason seemed guiltless, irresistible. Theirfeelings and conversations must have been affected, too. Eve remembered these as sweet and generous, never solemn or desperate. It would have been hard to be solemn when you were dealing with the dimensions and the projections of the roomette.
    She told Sophie his Christian name – Thomas, after the saint. Until she met him, Eve had never heard about the ancient Christians in