A torn sock bumped against my leg while my newborn slept against my chest. Billy had brought his mending to my hospital bed because I was « doing nothing. » Then his mother walked in, asked him to repeat himself, and reached into her handbag. Whatever she found made him whisper, « Mom, don’t you dare. »
A rolled-up sock bumped against my leg.
I looked down.
There were more socks inside the grocery bag Billy had dropped onto my hospital bed. Underneath them lay two work shirts and my sewing kit.
A rolled-up sock bumped against my leg.
I’d asked him to bring my phone charger.
« What is this? » I asked.
« Stuff that’s been piling up. »
He pulled out a sock and held its heel toward me.
« See? These are still good. They just need fixing. »
He pulled out a sock.
I stared at him.
« Billy, I gave birth yesterday. »
« And? » He sounded genuinely puzzled. « You’re lying here anyway doing nothing. Sew these. »
Our daughter was asleep against my chest.
I’d spent eighteen hours in labor, needed stitches afterward, and hadn’t slept for more than twenty minutes at a time since.
« You’re lying here anyway doing nothing. Sew these. »
Even sitting upright hurt.
« I’m not sewing your socks. »
« I’m not asking you to scrub the bathroom, » Billy said, laughing. « You can sew sitting down. »
I looked at the little needle case resting beside my daughter’s burp cloth.
« You can sew sitting down. »
For years, I’d done the laundry, packed his lunches, remembered his mother’s birthday, and made sure his work shirts were clean.
Whenever I asked him to help, he promised he would.
Usually, I ended up doing it myself.
But I hadn’t imagined he’d bring the work to my hospital bed.
I ended up doing it myself.
***
The door opened.
My mother-in-law, Ann, stepped inside carrying flowers and a tiny pink gift bag.
« Oh, there’s my beautiful granddaughter! »
She stopped.
My mother-in-law, Ann, stepped inside.
Her eyes moved from the socks to the sewing kit.
Then to Billy.
« Why is that on her bed? »
Billy shrugged.
« She’s got nothing else to do here, so I brought her a few things to fix. »
Ann set the flowers on the windowsill.
« Say that again. »
« I brought her a few things to fix. »
« Mom, it’s just mending. »
« Say what you said. »
He rolled his eyes.
« She’s lying here anyway. She can sew a few socks. »
Ann stood beside the bed for a moment.
Then she lifted the sewing kit from my blanket and put it back in the bag.
« Mom, it’s just mending. »
She reached into her handbag.
What she took out was a small, folded piece of paper.
Billy stopped reaching for the grocery bag. He stared at the fold in the paper.
« Mom. »
Ann unfolded it.
« Put that away, » Billy demanded.
He stared at the fold in the paper.
She didn’t.
« Mom, don’t you dare. »
« Yes, I do, » she said. « You crossed every possible line. Now you’ll pay for your behavior. »
I looked between them.
« What is that? »
« Now you’ll pay for your behavior. »
Ann held the paper out to me.
« It’s something Billy wrote when he was seventeen. I kept it in my wallet for years. Every time I changed handbags, I moved it with the things I couldn’t bring myself to throw away. »
« I kept it in my wallet for years. »
He took a step toward her.
« That was years ago. »
Ann moved closer to my bed.
« Then you should have learned something by now. »
She pointed at the grocery bag.
« Those clothes are going home with you. And if you need them mended, you’ll arrange it yourself. »
« Then you should have learned something by now. »
I accepted the paper.
The handwriting was unmistakably Billy’s, although the letters were larger and less tidy.
Mom, I know you aren’t lazy. I was angry because I had to do things myself. I’m sorry I made you feel bad for being sick. I’ll do better.
I read it twice.
« Billy? »
I read it twice.
He looked away.
Ann pulled up the chair beside my bed.
« When I had surgery, Billy was seventeen. I couldn’t lift much for several weeks. One afternoon, he came home and found the laundry still waiting. »
« I couldn’t lift much for several weeks. »
She looked at her son.
« Do you remember what you said? »
Billy didn’t answer.
« He told me I was lying around doing nothing. »
I glanced at the socks.
« He told me I was lying around doing nothing. »
Ann continued.
« He was angry because he’d run out of clean clothes. Later, we talked, and he wrote that note. »
« I was a kid, » Billy muttered.
« Yes, » Ann said. « You were seventeen. What’s your excuse now? »
He stared at the floor.
« I didn’t mean it the same way, Mom. »
« I was a kid. »
« You brought dirty clothes to your wife’s hospital bed. »
« I thought she’d be bored. »
I looked at him.
« Bored? »
Our daughter stirred against me.
I shifted her carefully, trying not to pull at my stitches.
« I thought she’d be bored. »
Ann looked at the note in my hand.
« I kept that because I thought you’d meant it, » she told him. « I think you did, for a while. »
Billy rubbed the back of his neck.
« You don’t need to bring up everything I did as a teenager. »
« No. But I need to admit something too. »
« I think you did, for a while. »
He looked at her.
« After you apologized, I started doing everything again. You helped for a few weeks, and then I let it go. »
« Mom… »
« I made it easy for you to forget. »
I folded the note.
« I made it easy for you to forget. »
Ann turned toward me.
« Kate, would you like these things off your bed? »
« Yes, please. »
She picked up the grocery bag and handed it to Billy.
He took it reluctantly.
She picked up the grocery bag and handed it to Billy.
Then she asked me, « Have you eaten? »
« Not since breakfast. »
« Would you like me to ask when your next meal is coming? »
« That would be nice. »
She nodded.
« And your charger? »
« Have you eaten? »
I looked at Billy.
« I asked him to bring it. »
Billy blinked.
« Oh. I forgot. »
Ann stood.
« Then you can go get it. »
« Mom, I just got here. »
« Oh. I forgot. »
« And Kate has been here since yesterday. »
He looked at me, waiting for me to say he could bring it later.
I didn’t.
He left with the bag.
When the door closed, Ann sat down again.
« I’m sorry, » she said.
He left with the bag.
« You didn’t bring the socks. »
« No. But I knew he could be like this. »
I looked at the folded note.
« Did you think he’d changed? »
« I wanted to. »
« Did you think he’d changed? »
Our daughter began rooting against my shirt.
Ann immediately stood.
« I’ll give you some privacy. »
« You can stay. »
« Are you sure? »
« Yes. »
« You can stay. »
She helped move my water bottle within reach while I settled the baby to feed.
Then she said, « You don’t have to decide anything today. »
I looked at her.
I was already thinking about home.
The laundry basket waiting in our bedroom.
The dishes Billy always promised to wash after dinner.
« You don’t have to decide anything today. »
The grocery list on the refrigerator, which I wrote and usually shopped for.
And the baby we’d just brought into all of it.
***
Billy returned forty minutes later with my charger.
He also brought a sandwich.
Billy returned forty minutes later with my charger.
« I didn’t know if you’d want one, » he said.
I took it.
« Thank you. »
He sat in the chair Ann had vacated.
« Kate, I’m sorry. »
I waited.
« I didn’t know you’d take it like that. »
« Kate, I’m sorry. »
I put the sandwich down.
« You brought your dirty socks to my hospital bed. »
Silence.
« She’s been feeding all morning. I haven’t slept. And you still looked at me and saw somebody with spare time. »
He glanced at our daughter.
« I wasn’t thinking. »
« She’s been feeding all morning. »
He reached toward my hand.
I moved it to support the baby’s head.
« I’m not coming home to another shift, Billy. »
« What does that mean? »
« It means I’m not going to recover from childbirth while keeping the house running for you. »
« Of course not. »
« I’m not coming home to another shift, Billy. »
« Then you’ll need to do things without asking me to explain every step. »
« I can do that. »
I wanted to believe him.
But I’d heard those words before.
***
The following afternoon, the hospital cleared us to go home.
I wanted to believe him.
Ann offered to stay for a few days.
« Only if you’d like me there, » she said.
I said yes.
Billy had gone ahead to prepare the house.
When we arrived, the living room looked much as I’d left it.
I said yes.
A laundry basket stood beside the couch.
There were dishes in the sink.
The refrigerator held three half-empty containers and a bottle of milk.
Billy carried the baby bag inside.
« I was going to clean up, » he said.
There were dishes in the sink.
I stood near the kitchen doorway, holding our daughter.
« When? »
« After I picked you up. »
Ann put my overnight bag down.
Billy looked at the laundry basket.
« I had a lot going on. »
« After I picked you up. »
I almost told him where the detergent was.
Then I remembered the socks on my hospital blanket.
I sat carefully on the couch.
« Please put the laundry away and make sure there’s food for dinner. »
Billy stared at me.
« Right now? »
« Yes. »
I almost told him where the detergent was.
He glanced at Ann.
She was taking the flowers out of their wrapping.
She didn’t move toward the kitchen.
Billy carried the basket away.
For an hour, I listened to drawers opening, cupboard doors closing, and the washing machine starting.
She didn’t move toward the kitchen.
Then he came back.
« Where do you keep the spare detergent? »
I looked at him.
« In the laundry room. »
« I checked. »
« Then look again. »
He stood there.
« Then look again. »
I could see him waiting for me to get up.
Ann continued arranging the flowers.
Finally, he went back.
But the laundry was still unfinished.
The kitchen still needed cleaning.
I could see him waiting for me to get up.
And I knew what would happen when Ann went home.
Billy would return to work.
I’d be home with the baby.
Everything he hadn’t done would slowly become mine again.
Billy would return to work.
***
After dinner, I asked him to sit with me.
Ann took our daughter into the next room, staying close enough for me to call if she needed feeding.
Billy lowered himself onto the chair opposite me.
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