The Summer Demands. Deborah Shapiro
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“A week?” That was all he said, at first, his voice catching. Then he bent down to the ground, grabbing the end of a large fallen log, and he heaved it out of the path where we were standing. He looked like he wanted twenty more logs to heave, one after the other, even though his hands were already red and marked from gripping the first. He pressed his hands into his hair, elbows in front of his face. There weren’t any more logs here and his anger, which rarely flared, had nowhere to go but toward me. “What the fuck, Emily.”
Just happening wasn’t happening, not with my heart beating so fast.
“I don’t understand how you just tell me this now like you don’t think it’s a big deal or that it’s disturbing, and that’s even more disturbing.”
“I get that it’s a big deal.” And I did get it, but not enough to sound convincing.
He pushed the fallen log farther away with his foot, pulled at a low branch; I suppose he still needed something for his hands to do. Despite his strength, David had a gentleness, an agility that made him boyish. He was like a boy, then, with the tree—more athletic than threatening. Still, there was a hole in the ground off to the side of the path, made by a small animal, and part of me wanted to twist away and shrink myself into it, scurry off and disappear. Another part of me, though, felt somewhat indignant. Was it really so terrible, what I’d done? Couldn’t I have done much worse?
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