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Chapter no 14

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ANYWAY, THATโ€™S HOW I wound up walking out of the Bean Street Coffeeโ€™s ladiesโ€™ room in a wet, coffee-stained, clingy-in-all-the-wrong- places outfitโ€”and running smack into Joe.

Except for a second I wasnโ€™t sure it was Joe.

Because he wasnโ€™t wearing his bowling jacket.

So all I knew for a second was that a manโ€”some kind of manโ€”walked up to me and said, โ€œWhat the hell happened to you?โ€

I smiled like I knew him and said, โ€œCoffeetastrophe,โ€ and then I made chitchat warmly and enthusiastically while quietly deducing who he was.

It didnโ€™t take that long. Just a few seconds. The hipster glasses and the floppy hair were kind of a dead giveaway, once I got my bearings.

โ€œWhereโ€™s your bowling jacket?โ€ I asked then as confirmationโ€”aware of the one percent chance heโ€™d have no idea what I was talking about.

โ€œGave it the night off,โ€ Joe said.

โ€œHowโ€™s your back?โ€ I asked, for two-factor authentication. โ€œMagically healed.โ€

Mystery solved. Officially Joe.

โ€œShould we get some dinner?โ€ Joe asked next.

I nodded. That sounded like a perfect thing to do. Getting stood up could really make a person hungry. โ€œWould you like to change first?โ€ Joe asked next.

I nodded again.

And suddenly things just felt โ€ฆ better.

If youโ€™d asked me at the apex of my getting-stood-up misery how this day was going to end, Iโ€™d have answered with a cuss-word-laden version of โ€œnot good.โ€

But doing something nice for a stranger made me feel better. Running into Joeโ€”and recognizing himย sans bowling jacketโ€”made me feel better. The prospect of eating a nice dinner made me feel better. Even, if Iโ€™m honest, the memory of having told Parker to fuck off made me feel better.

Huh.ย I could feel better.ย That felt like news.

Dr. Nicole had been insisting it could happen all along. But Iโ€™d never believed her.

Had she been right?

Maybe life was full of surprises. Maybe disappointments could turn out to be blessings. Maybe tonight would end up being fun, after all.

 

 

OR MAYBE NOT.

Because when we made it up to the rooftop so I could change, Sue, whose heart was absolutely in the right place but who could not seem to comprehend even the tiniest aspect of what this face-blindness situation was like for me โ€ฆ was throwing me a surprise party.

โ€œSurprise!โ€ Sue shouted when she saw Joe and me cresting the spiral stairs. Then her shoulders dropped at the sight of my coffee-drenched clothes, and she asked, just like Joe had, โ€œWhat the hell happened to you?โ€

I felt my whole body go tense. There were fifty people on my rooftop, at least. Bulb lights. Music. Beer. โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a party,โ€ Sue said. โ€œDuh.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™re hosting a party? Here?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s the party we never got to have. You know. When you had your brain thingy.โ€

I glanced at Joe, who was standing attentively beside me. I hadnโ€™t told him about my brain thingy.

โ€œWeโ€™reย celebrating,โ€ Sue said when I couldnโ€™t find any words. โ€œYou remember celebrating?โ€

โ€œI mean, Iย rememberย it,โ€ I said. The way you remember the stone age. Or the dinosaurs. They existed. Once. โ€œBut, I meanโ€ฆโ€ I tried to figure out how to protest something that was clearly already happening. โ€œA surprise party?โ€

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t meant to be a surprise, exactly. You just werenโ€™t here when we arrived. It never even occurred to me that you might leave the house.โ€

โ€œI leave the house,โ€ I said. โ€œNot voluntarily.โ€

โ€œSueโ€ฆโ€ I said, astonished at the Grand Canyonโ€“size distance between how she thought Iโ€™d feel about this forced party and how I actually felt.

โ€œWhere were you, anyway?โ€ she asked.

โ€œI had a date,โ€ I said, glancing over at Joe. But dancing had broken out across the roof, and he was watching one of Sueโ€™s friends do the worm.

Thatโ€™s when Sue whispered into my ear, โ€œWith the vet?โ€ I nodded.

So then she whispered, โ€œHowโ€™d it go?โ€

I shook my head. And then flared my nostrils. And then gave her a thumbs-down.

โ€œOkay,โ€ Sue said, swinging around to steer me by the shoulders toward the beer coolers. โ€œLetโ€™s table that. Youโ€™ve got a rooftop full of people here to celebrate with you.โ€

โ€œWhat are we celebrating, again?โ€ I asked.

โ€œHello? The North American Portrait Society? Top ten finalist? You havenโ€™t forgotten, have you?โ€

I hadnโ€™t forgotten. Of course. But I suddenly noticed how important timing was when it came to things like celebrating. Yes, weโ€™d been about to celebrate the finalist thing a thousand years ago, before my life fell apart.

But then โ€ฆ my life fell apart.

Was it fair to say I just didnโ€™t feel much like celebrating anything these days? I loved Sue so much, my extroverted friend. And I loved that she was trying. But what on earth about nonconsensually bringing fifty people into the vicinity of a person with sudden face-blindness felt like a good idea?

Not to mention, my momโ€™s birthday. But I hadnโ€™t told Sue about that. โ€œYou like parties!โ€ Sue said.

โ€œI like parties,โ€ I corrected, โ€œwhen I know the people at them. I doย not

like parties full of strangers.โ€

โ€œLiterally no one here is a stranger,โ€ Sue said. Then she pointed at a group of faceless guys standing around the beer coolers. โ€œThatโ€™s Stephan,โ€ she said, running down the line. โ€œAnd thatโ€™s Colin. And thatโ€™s Ryan. And thatโ€™s Zach and Andrรฉ, and ohโ€”โ€

โ€œโ€˜Ohโ€™ what?โ€

โ€œOh,โ€ Sue said. โ€œIt looks like Ezra showed up.โ€ โ€œYou invitedย Ezra?โ€

Sue coughed in indignation. โ€œOf course not. Somebody mustโ€™ve brought him.โ€

Great. One of the people here was my ex-boyfriend. But I had no idea which one.

โ€œAt least you showed up with some eye candy on your arm.โ€ โ€œEye candy?โ€ I asked. Did Joe qualify as eye candy?

โ€œYou know,โ€ Sue said, nodding in Joeโ€™s direction. โ€œYour male prostitute.โ€

Guess so.

โ€œI might have been wrong about that,โ€ I said.

Sue let her gaze linger. โ€œMaybe he should be,โ€ she said with appreciation. โ€œHe could make a killing.โ€

โ€œSue,โ€ I said. โ€œLetโ€™s focus. This is a problem.โ€ โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œThe party! The people! My ex roaming loose!โ€ โ€œWhy?โ€ she said. โ€œEverybody here loves you.โ€ โ€œBut I canโ€™t recognize anyone.โ€

โ€œThey wonโ€™t care.โ€

โ€œTheyย willย care, Sue. They will think itโ€™s super weird when theyโ€™re talking to me and I have no idea who they are.โ€

โ€œThen letโ€™s just tell them whatโ€™s going on with you.โ€ โ€œNO!โ€ I choked out.

โ€œYou donโ€™t want to tell them?โ€

I leaned closer. โ€œNever. I never want to tell anyone.โ€ โ€œWhy not?โ€ Sue asked.

โ€œItโ€™s humiliating.โ€

โ€œWhy? Itโ€™s not your fault.โ€

โ€œTrust me. Having your brain malfunction is humiliating.โ€ โ€œIf you say so.โ€

But Sue was realizing now that she hadnโ€™t exactly thought this through. โ€œLook,โ€ I said. โ€œThe only people in the entire world who know about

this are you and my dad and Lucinda โ€ฆ and Parker.โ€ โ€œParkerย knows?โ€

โ€œLucinda told her.โ€

โ€œThen itโ€™s not a secret anymore. Sheโ€™ll tell everyone.โ€ โ€œNot yet. I think sheโ€™s enjoying lording it over me.โ€ โ€œBut she will.โ€

โ€œMaybe itโ€™ll fix itself before then.โ€

Sue sighed. โ€œOkay,โ€ she said then. โ€œHereโ€™s the plan. First, youโ€™re going to change out of those wet clothes.โ€

โ€œNo argument there.โ€

โ€œAnd then just stick close to me. Whenever anyone talks to us, Iโ€™ll say their name right away, so youโ€™ve got it.โ€

That wasnโ€™t a bad idea. โ€œThat could work,โ€ I said. โ€œItโ€™ll totally work.โ€

โ€œJust promise me,โ€ I said then, holding out my hand so we could shake on it, โ€œthat you wonโ€™t leave my side.โ€

โ€œI promise,โ€ Sue said, pumping my hand up and down, โ€œthat I will never ever leave your side.โ€

 

 

GUESS WHAT?

She left my side.

Not on purpose. She just got dragged away.

I went into the bathroom to change, and I never saw her again.

I was left alone, as Picasso-faced person after Picasso-faced person came up to me and forced me to Sherlock Holmes one theory after another about who I was talking to.

Looking back, I could have just left.

I could have found Joeโ€™s floppy hair and hipster glasses and steered him off to feed me that meal heโ€™d promised. But he was lost in the faceless crowd, tooโ€”and all attempts to search for him got intercepted by faceless people hugging me, until I wound up making way-too-friendly chitchat with my ex-boyfriend for five solid minutes before realizing who he was.

All to say, the situation snowballed.

Before I even really saw it coming, I was having a panic attack out behind the utility room.

At least I think it was a panic attack.

Is it a panic attack when your entire body is utterly hijacked by โ€ฆ panic?

And you get dizzy? And you sweat and have the chills at the same time? And your heart pounds and your chest hurts and your hands go cold? And you canโ€™t catch your breath? And you feel like youโ€™re dying? And you collapse to your knees in a dark corner and press your forehead to the concrete to try to make the world stop spinning?

Is that a panic attack? โ€™Cause that was me.

And I sure as hell wasnโ€™t celebrating.

I have no idea how long Iโ€™d been there, trying not to pass out, when I heard a voice say, โ€œAre you having a panic attack?โ€

So of course I said, โ€œNo.โ€

โ€œYou look like youโ€™re โ€ฆ not okay.โ€

Not okay?ย That was just insulting.ย Okayย was my whole thing. โ€œI am always okay,โ€ I said, to set the record straight. And then, when the person didnโ€™t accept that and leave, I said, โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ Then, my voice muffled against the concrete, I added, โ€œIโ€™m good.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t look good.โ€

This wasnโ€™t Parker, was it? She never missed a chance for an insult. But noโ€”of course not. It was a manโ€™s voice. One, as usual, I couldnโ€™t recognize.

โ€œIdentify yourself, please,โ€ I said into the roof.

A rustling beside me as whoever it was sat down. โ€œItโ€™s your pal, Joe,โ€ the voice said, closer and softer now.

โ€œHi, Joe.โ€ For a second, knowing it was him made me feel palpably better. But then it occurred to me to wonder if he might be filming this moment for later blackmail, and I felt worse again.

โ€œIโ€™m no psychiatrist,โ€ Joe said then, โ€œbut Iโ€™ve seen a lot of panic attacks. And this kind of looks like that.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ I insisted. I was always fineโ€”whether I was fine or not. โ€œOkay,โ€ Joe said. โ€œA friend of mineโ€”who clearly had a totally different

thing from youโ€”used to find it helpful for me to pat her back in moments that were nothing at all like this.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not having a panic attack,โ€ I said. โ€œGreat,โ€ Joe said. โ€œNeither am I.โ€

โ€œSo I donโ€™t need you to pat my back.โ€

โ€œCool. You donโ€™t need it.โ€ A long pause while he let that settle. โ€œBut we could just do it for fun.โ€

โ€œFine,โ€ I said, too busy dying to fight.

And then he really did it. I felt a hand settle between my shoulders, and then I felt it slide down my spine till it reached my lower back, then lift up a second, and appear again back up at the shoulders.

He was basically petting me like I was a dog. But,ย ugh. Okay. It felt nice.

If I werenโ€™t feeling so nauseous, I might be struggling with all my cognitive dissonance about Joe. My first impression had been so unbelievably bad. But many of the impressions that followed had been good. Had that first impression been wrong? Or was he just hiding all the bad stuff really well to my face?

I guess Iโ€™d just have to take it one panic attack at a time.

โ€œThe fact that you donโ€™t want me to help you,โ€ Joe said, โ€œreally makes me want to help you.โ€

โ€œThat sounds like a you problem.โ€

โ€œIt totally is. Itโ€™s the reason my wife left me.โ€ Then he corrected: โ€œOne of them.โ€

I admit that got me. โ€œYour wife left you because you wereย helpful?โ€ โ€œYep.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m no wife, but that doesnโ€™t seem like a thing wives normally complain about.โ€

โ€œI am, apparently, too helpful. Problematically helpful. To sum up our many arguments: I help everybody all the time without discretion. Old ladies. Cub Scouts. Mangy cats. I have no helping filter.โ€

โ€œBut isnโ€™t that a good thing?โ€

โ€œShe also thought I was a bad tipper.โ€ โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œBecause I gave everybody twenties. Hotel maids. Valets. Everybody.โ€ โ€œOkay, Daddy Warbucks. Iโ€™m with the wife on that one.โ€

โ€œShe felt it was a compulsion. Being too nice.โ€

I guess sheโ€™d never heard him say the wordย blubber.

โ€œAnd it impacted her quality of life. Negatively.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m trying to imagine exactly how helpful youโ€™d have to be for a non- insane woman to divorce you over it.โ€

โ€œThere were a few other reasons,โ€ Joe said.

โ€œAre youย pathologicallyย helpful? Did you give someone yourย car? Or, like, a vital organ?โ€

โ€œNot yet,โ€ Joe said.

โ€œMy last boyfriend was the opposite of helpful,โ€ I said. โ€œYour way is better.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s comforting.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m probably a good friend for you,โ€ I said. โ€œBecause I never need help.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s a relief,โ€ Joe said, continuing to stroke my back in a hypnotizing rhythm and kindly allowing me to ignore the irony.

I admit: It was relaxing.

After a while, he said, โ€œMy friend who had a completely different thing from you used to breathe while I did this, and it helped her a lot.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t need to breathe, thank you,โ€ I said.

โ€œSuit yourself,โ€ Joe said. But then he added, โ€œDeep breaths are super healthy for you, thoughโ€”even if youโ€™re totally fine. I might take a few myself. Just to improve my already stellar health.โ€

And with that, Joe sucked in a big, loud breath, held it for about three seconds, and then blew it back out. โ€œSo refreshing,โ€ he said then. โ€œMy grandma does this every day, and she just turned a hundred.โ€

He kept breathing like that, and what can I say? Peer pressure. I joined him.

We did about ten rounds, and then, Iโ€™m not going to lie: I did feel better. Less dizzy. Less nauseated. Less sweaty.

โ€œMy friendโ€™s totally different thing used to pass after about twenty minutes,โ€ Joe said then.

โ€œI donโ€™t think my thing is going to pass until this party ends,โ€ I said.

โ€œAh,โ€ Joe said. Then, a second later, like heโ€™d had an idea, he said, โ€œAre you okay here on your own for a minute?โ€

โ€œI am nowโ€”and will continue to always beโ€”one hundred percent okay,โ€ I insisted, forehead still pressed to the concrete.

โ€œBe right back then,โ€ Joe said.

A few minutes later, I heard aย chunkย noiseโ€”just as the music cut out and it seemed like my dark corner got darker. Then I heard the ambient

sound of a puzzled crowd. Then I heard Joeโ€™s voice. โ€œPower outage, guys. Looks like the partyโ€™s over.โ€

Oh god, he was my hero.

Just knowing they were leaving drained the stress from my body.

By the time Joe came back, I was sitting up, leaning against the brick wall, breathing. Like a pro.

โ€œDid you just flip the breaker and pretend there was a power outage?โ€ I asked.

โ€œYep,โ€ Joe said.

โ€œAnd everybody went home?โ€ I asked. โ€œYep.โ€

โ€œAnd then you came back to check on me?โ€ Joe shrugged, like,ย Obviously.

โ€œDid you worry at all that the darkness might freak me out?โ€ โ€œNah,โ€ Joe said. โ€œWeโ€™ve got the moon.โ€

I looked up and saw it for the first time. It was brighter than Iโ€™d realized. โ€œI guess we do.โ€

It occurred to me then that I might have to start altering some of my opinions about Joe. Next I asked, โ€œAnd once the coast is clear, are you going to take me out for that dinner you promised?โ€

But Joe just shook his head. โ€œNo.โ€

I felt a flash of disappointment. โ€œYouโ€™re not?โ€

โ€œNope,โ€ Joe confirmed then, turning back to the moon. โ€œBecause I already ordered us a pizza.โ€

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