Mortal Fear (41 page)

MAXWELL> You do not get along with your sister now?

ERIN> We get along. How can you not get along with the most perfect person in the world?

MAXWELL> Obviously you dont believe that about her.

ERIN> Sometimes I do. Shes a doctor now, but everybody knew shed be an astronaut or something like that even when she was a kid. Youd probably love her.

MAXWELL> I doubt it. I know many female super-achievers, and the image rarely reflects the reality beneath.

ERIN> In this case it does. My sisters life could be a movie, only it would be too boring. Its more like a TV commercial.

MAXWELL> Is she attractive?

ERIN> Yes.

MAXWELL> But you are more so.

ERIN> Physically.

MAXWELL> She was jealous of your beauty?

ERIN> If she was, she never showed it. If shed tried, she could have gotten as much male attention as I did. But while I was cutting class, she was dissecting fetal pigs.

MAXWELL> Did you go to university?

ERIN> No, New York.

MAXWELL> Ah. What did you do there?

ERIN> I was a singer.

MAXWELL> What kind of singer? Opera? Broadway?

ERIN> A folk singer. Sort of Joni Mitchell, but with more edge. I changed my name so my family couldnt find me. My father had told me Id end up turning tricks to eat, but I was signed pretty quickly. I was wined and dined and photographed and flown to Montserrat to cut a CD. Then my A&R guy got fired for signing too many acts that flopped. I think he only signed me because he wanted to sleep with me. Nobody else at the label cared whether I lived or died. My CD was never even mastered. I got depressed, did more coke than Sherlock Holmes and Freud put together, and crashed in less than a year.

MAXWELL> Crashed?

ERIN> Lost my bearings. Did too many drugs, slept with too many men, even started losing my looks. Theyre back now, thank God. Im vain enough to appreciate that.

MAXWELL> Vanity may be what saved you. But dont you think its time we went back a bit further? Perhaps discussed your father a bit more?

ERIN> Why?

MAXWELL> I think you know. Its the oldest story in the world, Erin. Let yourself be rid of the weight.

ERIN> You think my father tried to screw me or something?

MAXWELL> Not necessarily. Most adult-child sex involves oral or manual stimulation, not penetration.

ERIN> My God. Youve got it ALL wrong.

MAXWELL> That sounds like denial to me.

ERIN> And you sound like every stupid shrink I ever went to. My problem has nothing to do with my father. Its my sister.

MAXWELL> Your sister? Are you telling me you had a lesbian affair with your sister? That youre haunted by some silly adolescent cunnilingus or suchlike?

ERIN> Or _suchlike_? How old are you really?

MAXWELL> Forty-seven.

ERIN> God. Im not sure whether we can talk or not. Different cultural vocabularies.

MAXWELL> I transcend generations, Erin.

ERIN> Right. Do you keep yourself in shape?

MAXWELL> Cellinis
Perseus
is my ideal.

ERIN> Ive never seen it, but I get the idea. How close do you come to your ideal?

MAXWELL> Perhaps one day you will judge. Lets return to your sister. What is this thing you try so to avoid telling me?

ERIN> Its her husband.

MAXWELL> You are bedding her husband?

ERIN> _Bedding?_ No. Worse than that. I have a child by him. A son.

MAXWELL> Your sister is still married to him?

ERIN> Yes. She does _not_ know hes the father of my child.

MAXWELL> Ah. Does he know?

ERIN> Yes. I told him three months ago.

MAXWELL> How old is your son?

ERIN> Three.

MAXWELL> How did this happen, Erin?

MAXWELL> What was the sex like between you?

ERIN> It was the consummation of years of suppressed desire. In a certain way, it was unique. Id been disillusioned by men very early. Men see women as saints or whores, and at that time I saw men in similar terms. Bastards or wimps. The bastards I was always attracted to tried to destroy me, and the nice guys _I_ destroyed. Thats whats happening to my husband now.

MAXWELL> Which type was your sisters husband?

ERIN> Neither. That was the unique thing. With him I responded like I had with my bastard lovers, but he wasnt one. He was gentle. He was a musician, a songwriter.

MAXWELL> But this is the root of your desire for a man with the soul of a woman. Artists are the bridge between the male and female poles. They are spiritually hermaphroditic.

ERIN> Maybe thats it. Because he took me to a different place than Id ever been. Sometimes when we made love, I achieved something more than an orgasm. It was a total obliteration of consciousness. The waves would start, and then suddenly Id reach this hyperaware plateau, a clear white space like a liquid dream. And then Id black out. Absolutely.
When I woke up, I felt something I never had before. Peace. I felt Id known what it was to be dead, or at least beyond life. And I _liked_ it, you know? I wanted that peace. Later I found out the French call that the little death.

MAXWELL> Sex and death are opposite sides of the same coin, Erin. We in the West repress this, but the East has always known it. Death without sex means extinction, sex without death the same. Orgasm is a bridge between the two states, a temporary annihilation of the self, a momentary return to the womb waters, to the mindless timeless flux of nature. It was into this infinite province that he took you.

ERIN> You sound like you know a lot about it.

MAXWELL> Death and life? Yes. I know them well. But you should not long for that annihilation. We all get there too soon. Tell me, why did you not marry this unique lover?

MAXWELL> Has your husband ever struck you during these arguments?

ERIN> No. Not that I havent deserved it. But Im starting to understand him now. I once thought he could grow to love my child as part of me. But men arent built that way. In the animal world, males try to kill the offspring of other males. At some primitive level, I think the same thing is happening in my husbands brain. The more he loves my son, the more he hates him.

MAXWELL> Yes. And what is your solution to all this?

ERIN> I havent got one.

MAXWELL> Of course you do. You simply havent found the strength to admit it. You dont love your husband, do you?

ERIN> No. Hes a good father, though. I picked well in that department, even in desperation.

MAXWELL> Do you love your sisters husband?

ERIN> I dont think so. I dont know.

MAXWELL> If you knew you were going to die tonight, how would you feel about him?

ERIN> I dont know. Id be angry that he was going to be left with my sister. Be free of me and my son. I guess I must resent his happiness.

MAXWELL> And your sisters.

ERIN> No. I was never jealous of my sister. My parents always loved some Nancy Drew idea of me, but my sister really knew me. And she loved me anyway. She still does.

MAXWELL> So why resent her husbands happiness?

ERIN> Maybe because hes the only man who ever made both of us love him. He got to screw Mary Magdalene and deflower the Virgin Mary too, all without taking any consequences. I mean _I_ certainly had to take consequences.

MAXWELL> You want your sister to know the truth.

ERIN> I dont know. But Im not sure I can keep the secret regardless. My husband is forcing the issue. What if he leaves me? Should I end up alone with my son while his real father lives an idyllic life with my sister? Is that fair? It makes me crazy! I hate him when I think like that.

MAXWELL> Has he asked you for sex since Chicago?

ERIN> No. But hes still haunted by me. I feel it whenever Im around him. And now that he knows about our son, hes really going out of his way to see us. God. Everything is going to hell and I have no control over it. My sister wants a baby of her own. My son is like an unexploded bomb lying between our two families. My husbands going crazy, my sisters husbands going crazy, Im going crazy.

MAXWELL> Calm down. Tell me one thing only. What do you want?

ERIN> I want out.

MAXWELL> Thats simply another way of saying you havent the courage to try to get what you want, which is your sisters husband.

ERIN> No! I WANT OUT!

MAXWELL> Out of what? Out of your situation? Out of life?

ERIN> Its hard for me to admit this, but I still dream of the magical, mystical man out there somewhere who is what Ive always wanted. Like
Snow White
. Someday my prince will come. Go ahead, tell me Im pathetic and unliberated and everything else. I could care less. Thats what I want. I want to be saved.

MAXWELL> Describe your prince for me.

ERIN> I think my prince is a Dark Prince. He terrifies most women, but not me. He knows the ways of the world, but hes not _of_ the world. Do you know what I mean?

MAXWELL> Go on.

ERIN> He inspires awe in men, yet abases himself before me, as I abase myself before him. He knows
that all men who ever touched me were like slaves who tended me until his arrival. He knows that earthly defilement confers a certain kind of purity. He knows I possess immeasurable love, but that the edge of my love is terrible and cold, and he welcomes that. He can make me scream in the night, loose me from everything that holds me to the earth, cause an explosion in my head that dwarfs the orgasm of my body. He loves me so desperately that he wants to kill me, but that is the one act he hasnt the power to commit. Because at the hot core of his strength, he fears me. THATS what I want!

MAXWELL> Be at peace, child. I AM COME.

ERIN> I dont know what to say. Your words are powerful. I wont deny that Im drawn to you. But I know the reality. Youre nearly fifty years old, and youre sitting somewhere dreaming about _bedding_ this beautiful young girl youve found on-line. I dont think youre my savior.

MAXWELL> I am more than savior, Erin. I am a second sun burning above the teeming earth. But even suns need sustenance. They consume themselves, as I have done for so long. I am subject to one god above me, and that god is TIME.

ERIN> You sound like youve gone a little far with this.

MAXWELL> We are come to the fork in the road. To the time of choosing. You must decide whether to remain where you are, dwelling in darkness, or to journey to the place of understanding. Remember that knowledge is a burden. Knowledge has a price.

ERIN> I need a few minutes to think about this. Its a lot to take in at once.

MAXWELL> No.

ERIN> Why not? To be perfectly honest, I need to pee. Youve made me nervous.

MAXWELL> Urinate where you sit. It will bring your mortality home to you.

ERIN> Im perfectly convinced of my mortality, thank you. Im going to leave this terminal for five minutes. I do want to know about your life. I do believe youre different. You might even be the one. But I have to pee, and I want to compose myself. If youre here when I get back, Ill be glad. If youre not, Ill be sorry.