Lessons in Chemistry
- Автор: Garmus Bonnie
- Год: 2022
- Язык: английский
- Год: Doubleday Canada
- Жанр: Современная русская и зарубежная проза
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Still, he kept on for the same reason many people keep on: because he was a parent — the lone parent of daughter Amanda, six years old, kindergartner at Woody Elementary, and light of his life. He would do anything for that child. That included taking his daily browbeating from his boss, who recently threatened he’d be out of a job soon if he didn’t do something about that empty afternoon programming slot.
Walter took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, looking at the cloth right after, as if to see what his insides were made of.
Phlegm. Not a surprise.
A woman had come to see him a few days back — Elizabeth Zott, mother of…he couldn’t remember the kid’s name. According to Zott, Amanda was causing trouble. No surprise; Mrs. Mudford, her teacher, claimed Amanda was always causing trouble. Which he refused to believe. Yes, Amanda was a bit anxious like he was, a bit overweight like he was, a bit of a people pleaser like he was, but you know what else Amanda was? A nice kid. And nice kids, like nice adults, were rare.
You know what else was rare? A woman like Elizabeth Zott. He could not stop thinking about her.
—
“Finally,” Harriet said, wiping her wet hands on her dress as Elizabeth came in through the back door. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry,” she said, trying to keep the rage out of her voice. “Something came up at work.” She threw her bag down and collapsed in a chair.
She’d been back at Hastings for two months now and the stress of underemployment was killing her. She knew people in high-stress jobs often longed for a simpler position — something that didn’t require heart or brainpower; something that didn’t prey on their sagging spirits at three in the morning. But she had learned that underemployment was worse. Not only did her paycheck reflect her lowly status, but her brain hurt from inactivity. And yet despite the fact that her colleagues knew she could run intellectual circles around them, she was expected to rah-rah whatever minor accomplishments they churned out.
But today’s accomplishment was not minor. It was major. The latest edition of Science Journal was out and Donatti’s paper was in it.
—
“Nothing earth-shattering.” That’s how Donatti had described his article a few months back. But the work was earth-shattering, and she should know. Because it was hers.
She read the article twice just to make sure. The first time, slowly. But the second time she dashed through it until her blood pressure skipped through her veins like an unsecured fire hose. This article was a direct theft from her files. And guess who was listed as a co-contributor.
She lifted her head to see Boryweitz watching her. He turned pale, then hung his head.
“Try to understand!” Boryweitz cried as she slammed the journal down on his desk. “I need this job!”
“We all need our jobs,” Elizabeth seethed. “The problem is, you’ve never done yours.”
Boryweitz peered up at her, his lemur eyes begging for mercy, but all he saw was a rogue wave just beginning to crest, its energy unknown, its true power untested. “I’m sorry,” he pleaded. “I really am. I had no idea Donatti would go this far. He photocopied all your files the first day you were back, but I assumed it was to familiarize himself with our work.”
“Our work?” She managed not to reach out and snap his neck in two. “I’ll deal with you later,” she promised. Then she turned and marched down the hallway toward Donatti’s office, barely breaking stride to shove a meandering microbiologist out of her way.
“You’re a liar and a cheat, Donatti,” she said, bursting into her boss’s office. “And I promise you this: you won’t get away with it.”
Donatti looked up from his desk. “Zott!” he cried. “Always a pleasure!”
He sat back, taking in her fury with a kind of joy. This would have been the sort of thing Evans would have quit over for sure. If only he were alive to see this — but no, he had to ruin this moment by being dead already.
He listened with half an ear as Zott railed on about his thievery. The investor had called earlier to congratulate Donatti on his work — made some promising noises about sending more money their way. He’d also asked about Zott — whether he’d played any role in the research. Donatti had said no, not really — unfortunately, Mr. Zott had proved to be a bit of a washout; in fact, he’d been demoted. The investor had sighed as if disappointed, then asked about Donatti’s next steps, abiogenesis-wise. Donatti mucked around with some big words he’d gleaned from other parts of Zott’s research, all of which he’d have to ask Zott about later, after she’d calmed the fuck down and remembered she worked for him. God, it was hard being a manager. Anyway, whatever he said seemed to satisfy the rich guy.
But then Zott had to go and ruin everything by doing the one thing neither of them could afford for her to do. “Here,” she said, plopping her lab key in his coffee. “Keep your damn job.” Then she threw her ID tag in the trash, dumped her lab coat in the middle of his desk, and stormed out, taking all those big words with her.
—
“You got four phone calls,” Harriet was saying. “The first was about becoming a Nielsen family. The other three were from a Walter Pine. Pine wants you to call him back. Says it’s urgent. Claims you and he had an enjoyable conversation about food — or no, no, I’m sorry, about lunch,” she corrected herself, checking her notes again. “Sounded anxious,” she said, looking up. “Professionally anxious. Like a well-mannered person, but on edge.”
“Walter Pine,” Elizabeth said, gritting her teeth, “is Amanda Pine’s father. I drove to his office a few days back to talk with him about the lunch issue.”
“How did the talk go?”
“It was more of a confrontation.”
“Violent, I hope.”
“Mom?” a voice said, appearing in the doorway.
“Hi, bunny,” Elizabeth said, attempting to sound calm as she encircled her gangly child with one arm. “How was school?”
“I made a clove hitch knot,” Madeline said, holding up a rope. “For show-and-tell.”
“Did everyone enjoy it?”
“No.”
“That’s okay,” Elizabeth said, pulling her close. “People don’t always like what we like.”
“No one ever likes my show-and-tell stuff.”
“Little bastards,” muttered Harriet.
“They liked that arrowhead you brought in.”
“No.”
“Well, next week why not try the periodic table? That’s always a crowd pleaser.”
“Or you could try my bowie knife,” Harriet suggested. “Let them know where you stand.”
“When’s dinner?” Madeline said. “I’m hungry.”
“I put one of your casseroles in the oven,” Harriet said to Elizabeth as she heaved herself toward the door. “I need to go feed the beast. Call Pine back.”
“You called Amanda Pine?” Madeline gasped.
“Her father,” Elizabeth said. “I told you. I visited him three days ago and got the entire lunch business straightened out. I think he understood our position, and I am certain Amanda will not be stealing your lunch ever again. Stealing is wrong,” she snapped, thinking of Donatti and his article. “Wrong!” Both Madeline and Harriet jumped.
“She…she brings a lunch, Mom,” Madeline said carefully. “But it’s not normal.”
“That’s not our problem.”
Madeline looked at her mother as if she was missing the point.