FOR A SONG
Eureka turned to Ander. Do you think this is really
The Bitter Cloud. Anders smile was the opposite of Williams open grin. It was a smile at the border of weeping, a passport flashed and pocketed. It fascinated Eureka, and it frightened her to consider what it would mean to be Anders girlfriend, to combine her enormous pain with his, to become a power couple of loss. They would understand each others sorrow naturallybut who would lighten the mood?
Youre as sad as I am, she whispered. Why?
Im happier than Ive ever been.
It made Eureka wish shed known Ander forever, that she had as many memories of him as he had gathered of her over the years.
She touched the bright white rock. The Bitter Cloud. If this was Solons cave, Eureka could see why he compared the travertine stone to a cloud. Even after Claire had revealed how solid it was, there was a lightness to the stone, like you could almost pass your fingers through it.
Eureka held out her torch and entered the cave. Her bad ear listened to the soft vibration of moth wings carrying her father behind her.
William saw his shadow stretching on the cave walls and drew closer to Eureka. Im afraid.
Eureka had to set the example that love was bigger than fear. Im with you.
The cave walls had a strange, mottled texture. Eureka held the torch near one. Her fingers tightened around the torchs silver wand.
There must have been a thousand skulls arranged along the walls. Had they been former residents? Trespassers like her? An earlier Eureka might have shuddered at the sight. The girl she was now leaned closer to the wall, peered into a skinless, grinning face. She sensed that the skull had belonged to a woman. Its eye sockets were large and low and perfectly rounded. Its teeth were intact along its delicate jaw. It was beautiful. Eureka thought about how intensely she used to want to die, how shed aspired to be like this woman. She wondered where this lovely skulls soul had gone, and what pain it had left on earth.
She reached out. The skulls cheekbones were icy.
Eureka drew away, and the skull blended into the larger design. It was like stepping away from a telescope on a starry night. The skulls were separated here and there by other types of bones: femurs, ribs, kneecaps. Eureka knew from her archaeological digs with Diana that this room would have set her mothers mind spinning.
They walked deeper into the cave, Cats stiletto heels clicking on the stone. The torch lit the space only a few feet ahead of Eureka and a few feet behind, so the others had to stay close. Stalactites dripped from the ceiling, like giant frozen fingers thawing. Cat pressed on Eurekas head to signal her to duck under a spear-shaped one.
Eureka tipped the torch inCats direction. The light made her friends freckles stand out against her skin. She looked young and innocentCats two least favorite qualitieswhich made Eureka think of Cats parents, who would always see their daughter that way, even when Cat was sixty. She hoped Cats family was safe.
Be-fri. Eureka spoke her half of the heart-shaped best-friends puzzle-piece necklace she and Cat had won during a Cajun line-dancing contest at the Sugarcane Festival in ninth grade.
Cat automatically recited her half of the charm. St-ends. She swung her hip out like they were still there, dancing in New Iberia, past Main Streets decorated storefronts, the fall night promising a new school year and football and cute boys with thick warm cardigans you could slide inside.
They didnt wear the necklaces anymore, but every once in a while, Eureka and Cat performed the familiar call-and-response. It was a way of checking in, of saying I will always love you and Youre the only one who gets me and Thanks.
The cave smelled musty and ripe, the way Eurekas garage had smelled after Hurricane Rita. Its floor was surprisingly smooth, as if it had been sanded down. It was quiet except for the sound of water dripping from the stalactites into root-beer-colored pools. Pale tadpoles darted to and fro.
The most remarkable thing about the cave was the absence of rain. Eureka had grown accustomed to the constant sensation of storm on her skin. Under the caves cover, her body felt numb and charged at the same time, unsure what to make of the lull.
The torch illuminated a dark space in the center of a small wall of swirling skulls at the far end of the passage. Eureka approached and saw that it was the entrance to a narrower passage. She pushed the witches torch into the gloom.
More skulls lined this smaller path, which narrowed into dark endlessness. Eurekas claustrophobia awakened and her hand tightened around the torch.
Dad lifted his head from the mystical moth bower. He had talked his daughter down from panic attacks in elevators and attics since shed been a child. She saw recognition on his face and was relieved he was still cognizant enough to understand why she was frozen at the door.
Dad nodded toward the daunting darkness. Gotta go through it to get through it. That had been his line in those bleary days after Diana died. Back then he was referring to grief. Eureka wondered if he knew what he was referring to now. No one knew what lay on the other side of darkness.
Dads bayou drawl was more pronounced away from home. Eureka remembered that the only other time hed left the country was when he and Diana went to Belize for their honeymoon. The sun-soaked photographs were imprinted on her brain. Her parents were young and golden and gorgeous, never smiling at the same time.
Eureka turned to Ander. Do you think this is really
The Bitter Cloud. Anders smile was the opposite of Williams open grin. It was a smile at the border of weeping, a passport flashed and pocketed. It fascinated Eureka, and it frightened her to consider what it would mean to be Anders girlfriend, to combine her enormous pain with his, to become a power couple of loss. They would understand each others sorrow naturallybut who would lighten the mood?
Youre as sad as I am, she whispered. Why?
Im happier than Ive ever been.
It made Eureka wish shed known Ander forever, that she had as many memories of him as he had gathered of her over the years.
She touched the bright white rock. The Bitter Cloud. If this was Solons cave, Eureka could see why he compared the travertine stone to a cloud. Even after Claire had revealed how solid it was, there was a lightness to the stone, like you could almost pass your fingers through it.
Eureka held out her torch and entered the cave. Her bad ear listened to the soft vibration of moth wings carrying her father behind her.
William saw his shadow stretching on the cave walls and drew closer to Eureka. Im afraid.
Eureka had to set the example that love was bigger than fear. Im with you.
The cave walls had a strange, mottled texture. Eureka held the torch near one. Her fingers tightened around the torchs silver wand.
There must have been a thousand skulls arranged along the walls. Had they been former residents? Trespassers like her? An earlier Eureka might have shuddered at the sight. The girl she was now leaned closer to the wall, peered into a skinless, grinning face. She sensed that the skull had belonged to a woman. Its eye sockets were large and low and perfectly rounded. Its teeth were intact along its delicate jaw. It was beautiful. Eureka thought about how intensely she used to want to die, how shed aspired to be like this woman. She wondered where this lovely skulls soul had gone, and what pain it had left on earth.
She reached out. The skulls cheekbones were icy.
Eureka drew away, and the skull blended into the larger design. It was like stepping away from a telescope on a starry night. The skulls were separated here and there by other types of bones: femurs, ribs, kneecaps. Eureka knew from her archaeological digs with Diana that this room would have set her mothers mind spinning.
They walked deeper into the cave, Cats stiletto heels clicking on the stone. The torch lit the space only a few feet ahead of Eureka and a few feet behind, so the others had to stay close. Stalactites dripped from the ceiling, like giant frozen fingers thawing. Cat pressed on Eurekas head to signal her to duck under a spear-shaped one.
Eureka tipped the torch inCats direction. The light made her friends freckles stand out against her skin. She looked young and innocentCats two least favorite qualitieswhich made Eureka think of Cats parents, who would always see their daughter that way, even when Cat was sixty. She hoped Cats family was safe.
Be-fri. Eureka spoke her half of the heart-shaped best-friends puzzle-piece necklace she and Cat had won during a Cajun line-dancing contest at the Sugarcane Festival in ninth grade.
Cat automatically recited her half of the charm. St-ends. She swung her hip out like they were still there, dancing in New Iberia, past Main Streets decorated storefronts, the fall night promising a new school year and football and cute boys with thick warm cardigans you could slide inside.
They didnt wear the necklaces anymore, but every once in a while, Eureka and Cat performed the familiar call-and-response. It was a way of checking in, of saying I will always love you and Youre the only one who gets me and Thanks.
The cave smelled musty and ripe, the way Eurekas garage had smelled after Hurricane Rita. Its floor was surprisingly smooth, as if it had been sanded down. It was quiet except for the sound of water dripping from the stalactites into root-beer-colored pools. Pale tadpoles darted to and fro.
The most remarkable thing about the cave was the absence of rain. Eureka had grown accustomed to the constant sensation of storm on her skin. Under the caves cover, her body felt numb and charged at the same time, unsure what to make of the lull.
The torch illuminated a dark space in the center of a small wall of swirling skulls at the far end of the passage. Eureka approached and saw that it was the entrance to a narrower passage. She pushed the witches torch into the gloom.
More skulls lined this smaller path, which narrowed into dark endlessness. Eurekas claustrophobia awakened and her hand tightened around the torch.
Dad lifted his head from the mystical moth bower. He had talked his daughter down from panic attacks in elevators and attics since shed been a child. She saw recognition on his face and was relieved he was still cognizant enough to understand why she was frozen at the door.
Dad nodded toward the daunting darkness. Gotta go through it to get through it. That had been his line in those bleary days after Diana died. Back then he was referring to grief. Eureka wondered if he knew what he was referring to now. No one knew what lay on the other side of darkness.
Dads bayou drawl was more pronounced away from home. Eureka remembered that the only other time hed left the country was when he and Diana went to Belize for their honeymoon. The sun-soaked photographs were imprinted on her brain. Her parents were young and golden and gorgeous, never smiling at the same time.
