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My Playful Wife — Season 1, Episode 56: The Apprentice's Question · My Playful Wife — A Tender Literary Love Story

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It came out sideways, the way the real questions
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always do. Can I ask you something, she said,
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not looking up from the cloth. That isn't about
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work. I said, of course. How do you know, she
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said, and stopped and started again. There's
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someone. My Playful Wife. Episode 56. The Apprentice's
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Question. Written by Mia. Tara stayed late at
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the workshop on a Thursday, long after the others
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had gone home, folding and refolding the same
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length of cloth she had already folded perfectly
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twice, which is how I have learned, after a year
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and more of her, to tell that something is sitting
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on her chest that she has not yet decided whether
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to say. Saloni had stepped out to see the last
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of the cutters off. I was at the side table with
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the accounts I am still, after all this time.
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Not much good at, and I let the girl fold her
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already folded cloth in peace, because you cannot
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pull a question out of a person. You can only
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be quiet enough that they decide, on their own,
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to set it down in a room between you. I have
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come to think a workshop after hours is one of
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the last true confessionals we have left, better
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than most of the official ones. The light low,
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the hands kept busy with cloth so the eyes need
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not meet, two people side by side rather than
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face to face, which is the only arrangement in
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which the hard things can ever really be said.
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People cannot confess across a table, looking
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at you. They can only confess sideways, both
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of them pretending to attend to something else,
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the truth allowed to slip out into the room as
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if by accident. So I kept my eyes on my hopeless
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accounts and gave her only the side of my attention,
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which is the kind that lets a frightened person
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speak. And I thought, watching her not quite
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ask, how strange it was that the question was
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coming to me at all, because it was clearly going
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to be a question about love. You learn the shape
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of those, the particular held breath of them,
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and I am, of every person who has ever lived,
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among the least obviously qualified to be asked.
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Six years ago, I knew nothing. Six years ago,
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I was the chief sleeper of this whole story,
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a man who had let a marvel of a marriage go gray
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beside him without noticing, and now here was
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a sharp young woman choosing me, of all the adults
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in her life, to ask how the thing is done. I
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have noticed this happens lately. People have
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begun to ask me about love. It unnerves me every
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time because I know exactly how recently I was
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a fool about it, and I suspect that is precisely
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the qualification. Not that I was always wise,
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but that I was once profoundly stupid about it
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and can still remember, in detail, the road back.
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That I have decided is the whole of what the
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young actually want from an older person, not
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someone who is always known, but someone who
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got lost in precisely the way they are lost now
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and found a way out and can still draw the map
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of the wrong turns. The wise who are always wise
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are of no use to the young. Their wisdom is a
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country the young hold no passport to. It is
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the recovered fools who are worth listening to.
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the ones who went all the way into the dark thing
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and came back able to describe it from the inside.
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I qualified, God knows. I had been as lost as
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a man can get. That, and not any wisdom, was
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the only thing I had to offer her. It came out
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sideways, the way the real questions always do.
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Can I ask you something, she said, not looking
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up from the cloth. That isn't about work. I said,
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of course. How do you know, she said, and stopped
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and started again. There's someone. You don't
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know him. Two years, nearly. And he's good. He's
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genuinely good. Everyone says so. I say so. But
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it's gone quiet. The first year it was all lit
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up, you know how it is at the start, and now
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it's just quiet. Ordinary. And I keep thinking
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if it's already going quiet at two years, what
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is it going to be at 20? I've sat at those family
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dinners. I've seen the couples who don't really
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look at each other anymore, who are just sort
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of politely beside each other forever. And I
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think, is that where this goes? Is that where
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it all goes? And if it is, shouldn't I get out
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now while it's still kind before we turn into
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that? She finally looked up. How do you know
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whether the quiet means it's dying or whether
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it's just what happens? How does anyone know?
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And there it was, the exact question, the only
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question, the one I have five full notebooks
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trying to answer, handed to me across a workshop
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table by a frightened 26 -year -old who deserved
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a real reply. And I felt the weight of it settle
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on me. The particular weight of being trusted
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with a question whose answer will actually move
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a life. She was not asking idly. She was standing,
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I could see it clearly now, at a genuine fork.
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One road that kept the good quiet man, and one
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that left him while it was still kind. And some
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part of what I said in the next few minutes would
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tip her, however slightly, down one of them.
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I have given a great deal of advice in my life
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cheaply, the way everyone does. The way you hand
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out coins you will not miss. This was the first
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time in a long while that I felt the real cost
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of being listened to, the responsibility that
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rides invisibly inside every answer you give
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to someone young enough to still believe you.
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I opened my mouth to give her one, and discovered
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that I could not. This was the thing that undid
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me, sitting there. that I have spent six years
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and five notebooks learning to say this precise
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thing with some kind of truth, and the moment
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I had to say it out loud, to an actual face,
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every word of it turned to cardboard in my mouth.
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On the page, I can make it sing, out loud, in
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real air, to a real girl. Everything true I reached
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for came out sounding like a fridge magnet, like
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the back of a greeting card, like exactly the
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kind of soft -worn cliché she had heard a thousand
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times and rightly stopped believing. The spark
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always fades. It's not about finding the right
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person. Love is a choice. Every single true thing
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I knew was also, said aloud, a thing printed
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on a million tea towels, and I understood for
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the first time why the truest counsel always
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sounds so cheap, because the truths about love
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are not complicated, they are only hard, and
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a hard simple truth, spoken, is indistinguishable
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from a platitude until you have personally bled
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enough to know the difference. I had bled enough.
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She had not yet. And there is no way to hand
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someone the bleeding. This is the cruel architecture
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of all the most important knowledge, that it
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is sealed inside the experience of it and cannot
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be extracted and passed over clean. You can tell
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a person that the stove is hot and they will
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believe you about the stove because the stakes
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are small and the proof is cheap. But the large
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things... that the spark fades in everyone, that
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the quiet is not the end, that love is built
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and not found, these cannot be transferred by
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telling, only earned by living, and the telling,
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however true, bounces off a person who has not
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yet lived the thing the way rain bounces off
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a stone. I knew all this sitting there. I was
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about to talk anyway. We always do. The urge
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to spare the young the long road is older and
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stronger than the knowledge that we cannot. But
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I tried anyway because she had asked and because
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a seed is not nothing. I'm going to say some
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things that are going to sound like cliches,
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I said, and I need you to believe they're not,
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even though I can't prove it. The quiet you're
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frightened of, it isn't a sign you picked wrong.
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It's just what happens. It happens to everyone
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with no exceptions, the good matches and the
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bad ones alike. The lit up part, the first year
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part, that's not love yet. That's chemistry.
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It's the advance the body fronts you to get you
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to sign the lease. It always runs out. Always.
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So the fact that it's running out tells you nothing
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about him or about the two of you. Everyone's
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runs out. The couples at those dinners you're
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so afraid of, they didn't pick wrong. They picked
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fine. They just thought the quiet meant the end,
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the way you're thinking it now, and so they stopped
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showing up. They fell asleep. The quiet isn't
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the death of the thing, Tara. The quiet is the
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starting line. It's the exact moment the easy
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part ends, and the actual thing, the made thing,
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the chosen thing, either begins or doesn't. You're
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not standing at the end of something. You're
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standing at the only beginning that was ever
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real. She was very still, listening the way she
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learned to listen to cloth with all of herself,
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and so I said the last of it. You keep asking
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how to know if he's the one. That's the wrong
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question. There's no the one. There's just the
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person you decide to stay awake to. The choosing
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isn't a single thing you do at the start, where
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you find the right card and pick it. The choosing
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is something you do every single morning for
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the rest of your life. You wake up and you look
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at the same ordinary face and you decide, again,
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to actually see it. That's the whole secret.
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That's the only secret. It's not who you marry.
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It's whether you keep looking after the lights
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come up. She heard all of it. And then, because
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she is sharp, because she is the one who learned
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to listen, and listeners do not stay comfortable
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for long, she pushed straight through it to the
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place I had been hoping she would go. But that's
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all about me, she said. That's all about whether
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I keep looking. What if I do? What if I do all
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of it, every morning, the whole rest of my life?
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And he doesn't. What if I'm the one who stays
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awake and he's the one who falls asleep, and
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I end up exactly like one of those women at the
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dinners, except worse, because I'm awake for
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it. What about that? And I did not give her the
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comfortable answer, because she had not asked
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a comfortable question, and because she would
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have heard the lie in it instantly. That can
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happen, I said. I won't tell you it can't. You
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can do everything right. and still end up the
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only awake person at your own table. It is one
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of the truly terrible things that can happen
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to a person, and there is no insurance against
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it, and anyone who tells you there is, is selling
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something. You cannot make another person stay
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awake. I could not make you wake up tonight if
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you weren't ready. I can't even reliably keep
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myself awake. I went under for a whole week last
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month, and nearly didn't notice. So no, you can't
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control whether he stays. You can only control
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whether you do. I paused because the one honest
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piece of forecasting I had was a small one, and
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I wanted to give it to her straight. The only
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thing you can actually watch for in the early
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years isn't the spark. The spark tells you nothing.
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Watch whether he can be reached. Whether, when
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you tell him a true thing, it lands. Whether
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there's someone home behind the eyes who can
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be woken, even if he's dozing now. You can't
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pick someone who'll never sleep. There's no such
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person. But you can tell if you watch the difference
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between a man who's sleeping and a man who's
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already gone. Pick one who can still be reached.
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That's the only forecast there is. Everything
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after that is just the two of you, every morning,
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deciding. Saloni had come back in somewhere in
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the middle of it, and had stood in the doorway
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with her arms folded, not interrupting, letting
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me run on, and when I finally ran out, Tara turned
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to her, the way you turn to the person you actually
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trust to correct the man who's been talking too
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long, and said, is he right? And Saloni said
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the truest thing said in that room all night,
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and it was one sentence long. He's right, she
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said. He just used a lot of words for it because
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he learns everything the hard way through his
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head. Here's the short version. Stop trying to
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find out whether it lasts. You can't find out.
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Nobody can. There's no test. There's no sign.
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There's no quiet that means yes and no quiet
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that means no. You just decide in the morning
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and then you do it with your hands all day and
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the love isn't the feeling you're waiting to
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check for. The love is the thing you did with
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your hands while you weren't checking. He wrote
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five notebooks to get there. I could have told
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you in the time it takes to thread a needle.
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Love isn't something you have, Tara. It's something
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you do. And she crossed the room and put her
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hands over the girl's restless folding hands
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and stilled them, gently, and said, Now stop
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refolding that. It was perfect 20 minutes ago.
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And I watched Tara, who had nodded politely through
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all my paragraphs, go absolutely quiet at Saloni's
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one sentence, the way you go quiet when a thing
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actually lands, and I understood, not for the
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first time, the difference between the two of
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us as teachers. I hand people the map. Saloni
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just takes their hands. And I think now that
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both are needed, the map and the hands, and that
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this is perhaps why the workshop works the way
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it does. Why the girl had stayed late on a night,
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she could easily have gone home, because between
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the two of us, she gets the whole of it. For
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me, the words, the framework, the naming of the
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thing, which the head needs before it will consent
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to anything at all. From Saloni the demonstration,
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the hands laid over the hands, the things shown
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rather than explained, which is the only way
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the body has ever truly learned anything. Neither
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of us alone would be a sufficient teacher for
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her. Together, without ever once planning it,
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we seem to make one whole one between us. I wrote
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it that night. The workshop quiet behind us,
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the girl gone home to decide her own life. That
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I had been asked the only question, and had given
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the only answer, and that it would almost certainly
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not be enough, and that this was not a failure,
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but simply the nature of the thing. You cannot
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hand another person the waking. I learned that
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watching the sleeping houses. I learned it again
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tonight. watching a sharp girl nod at truths
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she could not yet afford to believe. Everything
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I told Tara was true, and almost none of it will
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take, not yet, because she is not blood for it,
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and the truths about love do not transfer on
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the strength of someone else's bleeding. She
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will have to be woken by her own life, in her
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own time, by her own catastrophe or her own blank
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page. All I could do is plant the words, and
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hope, the way you bury a thing in autumn and
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trust a spring you won't be there to see, that
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on some gray morning years from now, when she
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is frightened and quiet and standing at the edge
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of going under, one sentence of tonight will
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surface in her on its own and catch her in time.
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That is all teaching is, not the installing of
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wisdom. Just the burying of seeds in another
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person's dark against a weather you will not
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be there to witness. There is a particular grief
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in that and a particular peace, and tonight I
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felt the two of them at once. The grief is that
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you do not get to see whether the seed took.
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You say the true thing and the young person walks
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out into a life you will mostly not be present
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for, and the harvest, if there is ever one, happens
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in a season you will not live to stand in. But
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the peace is the other face of the very same
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coin, that you are not required to control the
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outcome, only to plant well and then let go.
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I will most likely never know what becomes of
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Tara, or which of my sentences, if any, surfaced
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in her at the hour she needed it. I planted them
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as truly as I knew how. The rest was always going
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to be hers and the springs and never mine. Then
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the working line, below it, Saloni already humming
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somewhere in the flat, the lamp warm. You cannot
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hand anyone the waking, but you can hand them
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words, and words are seeds, and seeds wait. So
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say the true thing even when it comes out sounding
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like a cliche, even when you can see in their
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face that they cannot yet afford to believe it.
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You are not trying to convince them tonight.
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You are burying a sentence in them, alive, to
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surface on a morning you will never see, when
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they are standing where you once stood, frightened
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that the quiet means the end. Tell them the quiet
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is not the end. Tell them the quiet is the starting
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line. They will not believe you. Bury it anyway.
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That is what the awake owe the young. Not the
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waking, which cannot be given, but the seed of
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it. planted in the dark and the patience to never
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know whether it grew. I kept the pen and went
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and found my wife, who teaches with her hands
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what I am still learning to say with mine, and
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who had handed a frightened girl in one sentence
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what had cost me six years and five books, and
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I put my arms around her from behind while she
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washed the last cup and looked, on purpose, at
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the back of her neck in the kitchen light and
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was glad. Past saying, that someone had once
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kept looking at me long enough for me to wake
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up and learn to look back. To be continued in
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