He bought nice glasses and stacked them with ice cubes and sipped a finger of expensive whiskey once or twice a night with whichever relative was there, as if it were no more than a salubrious activity to pass the time, an efficient way to filter the sludgy residues out of the engine of his planning. He bought new furniture, a dishwasher, a handmade Oriental rug. He bought a television; in the evenings they all watched it together. The only time the spell of Eileens happiness was broken was when she sneaked a look at her mothers face at a moment of great drama in the program, expecting to see her squeezed along with the rest of them in the tightening grip of a tense plot, and saw her intently focused on the drink in her husbands hand, like a dog watching for a scrap to fall from a table.
She went to Anchors Aweigh in Sunnyside with Billy Malague. Billy was a year older. After hed graduated from McClancy, hed approached her father for help getting a job at Schaefer. Apparently hed been in love with Eileen for years, or so her friends said. She wasnt interested in him; she only went out with him to be able to say shed given him a chance. A lot of girls would have thrown themselves at Billy. He had thick locks of blond hair that looked strong enough for a person to suspend from. He was rugged and charismatic, and well liked by other men. She could see the appeal in him, but she couldnt be with a man who didnt have his sights on anything higher than driving a truck for thirty years.
Anchors Aweigh was dark and a little musty. A band was playing when she and Billy first arrived, but they soon packed up their fiddles and the jukebox came on. A lively energy emanated from the crowd, which was a healthy mix of generations.
Shed never taken a drink before. She scanned the menu and ordered a zombie, figuring she might as well dive in headfirst. Billy raised the ends of his mouth in an appreciative grin.
I remember my first day. Your father called me a narrowback. He calls anyone born in America a narrowback. I tell you, it feels like an honor coming from him. She couldnt avoid noticing the way Billy rattled the ice around in his tumbler, the way he wiped his mouth with the hairy back of his hand after he took a sip. He gave me a route that went into Staten Island. That means extra zone pay. My first day, an upstart kid like me, and hes making sure I get some money in my pocket. He said, You have twelve stops. Youll be done in six hours. You should stay out ten. I didnt understand. I didnt want him to think I was a shirker. I said, If it takes six hours, sir, Ill try to get it done in five. He looked at me like I was a stone-cold idiot. If you get back here in less than ten hours, he said, dont come back.
He was so excited talking about her father that she wasnt sure which of them it was he was supposed to be in love with. She surprised herself by how quickly she drained the tall glass, sucking the sugary drink up through the straw. It made her nervous to look at the empty glass and feel herself begin to lose control, her brain tingling slightly, her lips taking their time to come together when she spoke, her head a little heavier on her neck. She wondered if shed taken the first step on the road away from her dreams. What scared her was how easy it had been to do it. All she had to do was get the contents of the glass into her stomach. To chase her agitated thoughts, she ordered another drink immediately. The chatter in her head quieted down as she sat drinking and trying to return Billys insistent gaze. All she could focus on were his strangely doughy cheeks and protruding ears. She imagined him a couple of feet shorter, in a T-shirt with horizontal stripes, and a bowl haircut. In the middle of a little story he was telling, she laughed to think that what was evidently a boy before her somehow struck the rest of the world as a full-grown man. The bartender, whose age wasnt in question he must have been a year or two shy of her father gave her a look that Billy didnt see, in which there seemed to be pity for the boy. The first drink had been too syrupy sweet, but she liked the second one so much that she ordered three more after it.
It was after midnight when Billy carried her in, begging her father, she later learned, to spare his life, explaining that shed been possessed, that shed smacked his face whenever hed tried to get her to leave, that he hadnt wanted to give anyone the wrong idea and get escorted out and have to leave her there with those animals.
Her father woke her early in the morning. She spent a couple of hours on the tiled floor of the bathroom, leaning her head on the rim of the bowl and sitting up straight when the urge to throw up possessed her. When shed emptied her guts completely, her father told her to take a shower. Then he walked her to Mass at St. Sebastians.
Her father woke her early in the morning. She spent a couple of hours on the tiled floor of the bathroom, leaning her head on the rim of the bowl and sitting up straight when the urge to throw up possessed her. When shed emptied her guts completely, her father told her to take a shower. Then he walked her to Mass at St. Sebastians.
Youre no different from the rest of us, he said. You dont get a special dispensation.
The air conditioning in the new church cooled her sweat and set her to shivering. Once, she had to get up to go to the sacristy bathroom. When she fell asleep, her father elbowed her awake. When communion came, she had to choke down the host. For a terrible moment up by the altar, she feared shed have a retching spell. She took deliberate steps and deep breaths all the way back to the pew, and she ended up missing a day of school.
That Friday night, after dinner was over and the kitchen was clean and her mother had retired to her room, her father sat her down on the couch.
If youre going to be fool enough to do this, he said, you cant go about it half-cocked.
He went to the liquor cabinet and brought over a couple of tumblers and set them down on the coffee table. Then he went back and returned with a number of small bottles of different types of whiskey.
Whats this?
Youll be getting a lesson.
I cant, she said.
You will, he said.
Ive learned my lesson already.
This is a different lesson, he said. Well start with the good stuff.
He told her he would take her methodically through everything there was to drink and everything there was to avoid. Then he poured a couple of fingers of whiskey into her glass. What struck her more even than her revulsion at the idea of taking a drink was that her father had come up with a plan, that hed thought ahead about all this. He seemed to have bought the bottles for the occasion, as if hed plotted the lesson out like an actual teacher.
She took a small sip; it burned her throat. He told her to take a bigger one. It smelled like charred wood and tasted like ashes. He poured a drink from each bottle and made her drink it in turn. She could tell there was a difference in quality, but only barely. When he got to the fourth, he poured some for himself and told her to drink with him slowly. It went down easily and left no trace except a warmth in her belly that spread out and seemed to heat her body a part at a time.
He put the whiskey bottles away and brought out several small bottles of vodka. She hated every one. He didnt drink any. He was wearing his reading glasses. There was something scholarly in it. She couldnt tell if it was supposed to be a master class or a form of house arrest. Then he brought out several varieties of gin. He took the wrapping off each and poured a small amount in her tumbler for her. He had stopped drinking after the whiskey. She wondered if by boring her with a scientific approach he was trying to take away whatever fascination attached itself to alcohol in her mind.
He went to the refrigerator and brought back a bottle of Schaefer.
Drink this, he said.
I dont like the taste of beer.
Drink it down and get it over with.
He took the cap off and handed it to her. She took a few small sips and tried to push it back toward him.
Finish it, he said.
When shed finished, he told her she wasnt to be seen drinking any other beer. Then he brought out bottles containing drinks that were fruitier and more colorful than anything shed imagined him permitting in his house. Cointreau. Crème de menthe. Crème de cassis. Grand Marnier. He made her taste each in turn. She liked the taste of the crème de menthe and he shook his head and poured a full glass.
Enjoy it, then, he said.
I dont want to drink that much.
If you want to stay under this roof, youll finish that glass. He took out another tumbler and filled it. And this one when youre finished with that.
He came in when she was done and poured out another glass.
Whats going on? she asked, feeling woozy.
Drink this.
She woke in the morning with a headache, grateful it was Saturday.
You will never again drink anything you cant see through, her father said when he saw her in the kitchen, leaning on the counter after taking an aspirin. You will never pick up a drink again after putting it down and taking your eye off it.
Okay, she said.
Drink whiskey, he said. Good whiskey. Not too much. Thats the long and short of it.
I dont think Im ever drinking again.
She thought she saw a trace of a smile cross his lips.
When New Years Eve came around, he raised a glass to her, and everyone else gathered did too.
Heres to my Eileen for making the honor roll again, he said to a loud cheer. God bless her, well all be working for her one day. He paused. And let me tell you, there must be something right with her if she can stand after half a dozen zombies. Shes definitely my daughter.
Shes definitely my daughter. She heard a lifetime of unexpressed affection in the words. She imagined she could go for years on it, like a cactus kept alive by a sprinkling of rain. Still, she was so embarrassed that she decided never to drink anything but whatever the most boring girl in any group she was in was drinking.
5
From the moment students entered the doors of St. Catherines Nursing School, on Bushwick Street in Brooklyn, until the day they graduated, the one bit of knowledge instructors seemed most concerned to impart was that theyd be thrown out for poor performance, but Eileen was used to those tactics after thirteen years of Catholic education, and she knew that even if nursing wasnt the field shed have chosen, shed been training for it without meaning to from an early age. There was nothing these veterans could throw at her that life hadnt thrown already, and they somehow knew this themselves. There were times she could feel them treating her with something like professional courtesy. She couldnt help thinking this was what it felt like to be her father, to be praised for something youd never had any choice about, to wonder if there was a way out of the trap of other peoples regard.