Part 4 (1/2)
He was close enough now that he either had to kiss me or bite my nose off. Abruptly he walked away and left us alone with the books.
I walked home in the dark through the freshman quad. The streetlamps were on, lighting each side of the path. I watched the leaves shake and fall in the wind and felt the chill in the air. I pulled my coat tighter. It was late; most of the windows of the dormitories were black.
I saw a woman walking toward me along the same path, carrying overstuffed grocery bags in each hand.
As we pa.s.sed, I let myself sneak a look at her face. I'll admit right here, I'm a hopeless romantic. Going to college in the small town where you grew up (and staying in your parents' house) isn't exactly a recipe for an active dating life. Maybe I hadn't admitted it to myself yet, but I think the idea of meeting someone incredible was a big part of the appeal of coming here.
I was surprised at how pretty she was. She wasn't striking, like Daphne with her red lips and black hair. She felt, I don't know, real, unlike so many of the students I saw who seemed to order their universes by resumes and transcripts.
She had soft brown eyes and brownish blond hair, and full lips that were more warm than sensual. She wore no makeup, and her hair was tied in a simple ponytail. Her coat was too bulky for the fall, and she had on green surgical scrubs underneath. She gave me the briefest glance as we pa.s.sed.
I know this sounds crazy, but I felt a connection when our eyes met. Like I said, hopeless romantic. I wanted to say something, but as the distance between us grew, everything I thought of sounded more and more absurd. What do you yell from twenty feet away: Hi? Stop? I love you?
I shook my head and kept walking.
Then fate intervened. I heard a crash, and the woman cried out. One of her grocery bags had split and oranges were rolling in every direction--down the hill, into bushes, past the statue of our n.o.ble founder.
”s.h.i.+t,” she cried, ”s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t.” She started trying to scoop them up, but her other bags were dropping and spilling as she scrambled in too many directions at once. I noticed her eyes were full of tears.
”Hey,” I said. ”Hey, it's okay. It's just groceries.”
She shook her head and put her face in her hands.
”I can get your oranges back,” I said, possibly the lamest courts.h.i.+p promise of all time. She began to cry in earnest.
”Are you okay?”
She wouldn't answer me. I didn't know what else to do, so I started picking up oranges.
After a while, she said, ”I don't care about the stupid oranges.”
”Oh.”
Now I felt truly ridiculous.
”That came out wrong. Just, please, you don't have to do that.”
”Good. Because some of your oranges are in the creek.”
She laughed suddenly.
”Oh, G.o.d,” she said, wiping her eyes. ”You must think I'm crazy.”
”No . . . no . . . you just seem like you're having a really bad day.”
”More like a really bad year.”
”Oh. I'm sorry.” I sat down against a retaining wall a few feet away. ”Are you a medical student?”
She shook her head and gave a small, unhappy laugh. ”No. I'm a doctor, sort of. I graduated from medical school last year. I'm doing my interns.h.i.+p now.”
”What kind of a doctor are you?”
”No kind, really. I'm training in neurosurgery.”
”That's amazing. I mean, isn't that the hardest program to get into? Especially here.”
She looked at me like I'd slapped her across the face. Her eyes were fundamentally gentle, but there was something else there--a sort of self-reproach, as if the only anger she was capable of feeling was aimed at herself; and it was a righteous, intense anger.
”I shouldn't even be here.”
Her eyes welled up again. I'm embarra.s.sed to admit it, but she'd become even prettier since she started crying. Her eyes were damp and bright, with gold flecks in the brown irises.
”I know how you feel. I think everybody feels that way. It's like, what am I doing here? How did I even get in? But we can't all be mistakes, right?”
Somehow, that was the wrong thing to say. Something in her expression broke when I said that.
”Look, I'm sorry,” I said. ”I'm saying all the wrong things.”
She shook her head.
”No. It's not your fault. It's nice to talk to someone--especially someone new. I don't get out of the hospital much.”
”It's really hard, huh?”
”Honestly? It's worse than I ever imagined. I barely sleep. I eat McDonald's three times a day, usually standing up. When I'm not in the hospital, I'm supposed to be reading. I have no friends, no life. I have too many patients, and they're always yelling at me for keeping them waiting . . .” She shook her head. ”Sorry. I shouldn't just unload on a total stranger like that.”
”It's okay,” I said. ”I don't get out of the library much. It's nice to talk to an actual person.”
She nodded.
”My dad's a businessman,” she said. ”He works all the time. I barely saw him growing up. Now he's rich and powerful, but he's not happy. He's angry all the time. What's the point of that?”
”I don't know. My dad's a teacher, and he spends all his time wis.h.i.+ng he was big and important like your dad.”
”Wow, you're really good at cheering people up.”
She smiled for the first time. I laughed.
”Yeah, I guess that wasn't what you wanted to hear.”
We were quiet for a while. I noticed we were totally alone. The path was deserted, and it was getting colder by the minute. The silence was almost absolute, except for the occasional rush of the wind through the leaves.
”Listen, I know it's none of my business, but if you want to talk about anything . . .” I was aiming for heroic rather than nosy, and I probably came down somewhere in between. ”Like you said, I'm a total stranger. Anything you say is pretty much anonymous.”
She looked at me for a minute. It was a curious expression, like she was sizing me up and weighing her options. Was I trustworthy? Could I ease her mind? I guess she decided it was worth a shot, since after a little pause she shrugged, more to herself than to me. She closed her eyes and seemed to focus her thoughts.
”When I said I shouldn't be here . . . I really shouldn't be here. I don't deserve to be here.”
She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eye.