The Corrections

“and you did better in school, and now you have a better job. That’s unfair, too, isn’t it? Shouldn’t you make yourself stupid, to be completely fair?”
    Chewing your own leg off was not an act to be undertaken lightly or performed halfway. At what point and by what process did the coyote make the decision to sink its teeth into its own flesh? Presumably there first came a period of waiting and weighing. But after that?
    “I’m not going to argue with you,” Alfred said. “Since you are awake, however, I want to know why Chip wasn’t put to bed.”
    “You were the one who said he—”
    “You came upstairs long before I did. It was not my intention that he sit there for five hours. You’re using him against me, and I don’t care for it one bit. He should have been put to bed at eight.”
    Enid simmered in her wrongness.
    “Can we agree that this will not happen again?” Alfred said.
    “We can agree.”
    “Well then. Let’s sleep.”
    When it was very, very dark in the house, the unborn child could see as clearly as anyone. She had ears and eyes, fingers and a forebrain and a cerebellum, and she floated in a central place. She already knew the main hungers. Day after day the mother walked around in a stew of desire and guilt, and now the object of the mother’s desire lay three feet away from her. Everything in the mother was poised to melt and shut down at a loving touch anywhere on her body.
    There was a lot of breathing going on. A lot of breathing but no touching.
    Sleep eluded even Alfred. Each sinusy gasp of Enid’sseemed to pierce his ear the instant he was poised afresh to drop off.
    After an interval that he judged to have lasted twenty minutes, the bed began to shake with poorly reined sobs.
    He broke his silence, almost wailing: “What is it now?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Enid, it is very, very late, and the alarm is set for six, and I am bone-weary.”
    She wept stormily. “You never kissed me goodbye!”
    “I’m aware of that.”
    “Well, don’t I have a right? A husband leaves his wife at home alone for two weeks?”
    “This is water under the bridge. And frankly I’ve endured a lot worse.”
    “And then he comes home and doesn’t even say hello? He just attacks me?”
    “Enid, I have had a terrible week.”
    “And leaves the dinner table before dinner’s over?”
    “A terrible week and I am extraordinarily tired—”
    “And locks himself in the basement for five hours? Even though he’s supposedly very tired?”
    “If you had had the week I had—”
    “ You didn’t kiss me goodbye .”
    “Grow up! For God’s sake! Grow up!”
    “Keep your voice down!”
    (Keep your voice down or the baby might hear.)
    (Indeed did hear and was soaking up every word.)
    “Do you think I was on a pleasure cruise?” Alfred demanded in a whisper. “Everything I do I do for you and the boys. It’s been two weeks since I had a minute to myself. I believe I’m entitled to a few hours in the laboratory. You would not understand it, and you would not believe me if you did, but I have found something very interesting.”
    “Oh, very interesting,” Enid said. Hardly the first time she’d heard this.
    “Well it is very interesting.”
    “Something with commercial applications?”
    “You never know. Look what happened to Jack Callahan. This could end up paying for the boys’ education.”
    “I thought you said Jack Callahan’s discovery was an accident.”
    “My God, listen to yourself. You tell me I’m negative, but when it’s work that matters to me , who’s negative?”
    “I just don’t understand why you won’t even consider—”
    “Enough.”
    “If the object is to make money—”
    “Enough. Enough! I don’t give a damn what other people do. I am not that kind of person.”
    Twice in church the previous Sunday Enid had turned her head and caught Chuck Meisner staring. She was a little fuller in the bust than usual, probably that was all. But Chuck had blushed both times.
    “What is the reason you’re so cold to me?” she said.
    “There are reasons,” Alfred said, “but I will not tell you.”
    “Why are you so unhappy? Why won’t you tell me?”
    “I will go to the grave before I tell you. To the grave.”
    “Oh, oh, oh!”
    This was a bad husband she had landed, a bad, bad, bad husband who would never give her what she needed. Anything that might have satisfied her he found a reason to withhold.
    And so she lay, a Tantala, beside the inert