Martyrdom was never her aim, the way it was for some of the halo polishers she went to school with. They might as well have joined the nunnery for all the secret satisfaction she heard in their voices when they complained about the exhaustion and thanklessness of it all. But they wouldnt have lasted five minutes at a nunnery. They lacked the mental fortitude.
Shed never dreamed of being a nurse. It was just what girls from her neighborhood did when they were bright enough to avoid the secretarial pool. She wouldve preferred to be a lawyer or doctor, but she saw these professions as the purview of the privileged. She didnt know how shed ever have gotten the money to pursue them. She thought she might have had the brains for them, but she was afraid she lacked the imagination.
After St. Catherines she went on scholarship to St. Johns for her bachelors, enrolling in the fall of 1962. Her plan was to take summer classes, finish in three years instead of four, get through grad school, and begin the path to administrator pay. She earned spending money and savings for the nursing administration degree tuition to come as a dress model at Bonwit Teller. Women came to look at dresses and she showed them how they could look if they lost a few inches from their waist, or were taller, or had neat divots by their clavicle, or a galvanizing shock of black hair, or smooth skin, or arrestingly heavy-lidded, owlish emerald eyes. What they had on her was money and the insolent ease that came with it. Despite herself she became the preferred girl in the showroom. She didnt try to push dresses on potential buyers by slinging a hand at the waist and jutting an elbow out. She simply put a dress on and stood there. She didnt smile or not smile; make eye contact or avoid it; speak to customers or remain silent; she did whatever came naturally to her. If her nose itched, she scratched it. She turned to show them the dress at all angles when they asked her to, and when they were done looking at it, she went back to the dressing room and took it off. The other girls seemed to linger more, attempting to convince themselves of what they hadnt convinced the customers of.
After St. Catherines she went on scholarship to St. Johns for her bachelors, enrolling in the fall of 1962. Her plan was to take summer classes, finish in three years instead of four, get through grad school, and begin the path to administrator pay. She earned spending money and savings for the nursing administration degree tuition to come as a dress model at Bonwit Teller. Women came to look at dresses and she showed them how they could look if they lost a few inches from their waist, or were taller, or had neat divots by their clavicle, or a galvanizing shock of black hair, or smooth skin, or arrestingly heavy-lidded, owlish emerald eyes. What they had on her was money and the insolent ease that came with it. Despite herself she became the preferred girl in the showroom. She didnt try to push dresses on potential buyers by slinging a hand at the waist and jutting an elbow out. She simply put a dress on and stood there. She didnt smile or not smile; make eye contact or avoid it; speak to customers or remain silent; she did whatever came naturally to her. If her nose itched, she scratched it. She turned to show them the dress at all angles when they asked her to, and when they were done looking at it, she went back to the dressing room and took it off. The other girls seemed to linger more, attempting to convince themselves of what they hadnt convinced the customers of.
She daydreamed that the next person who walked in would be a rich man looking for a dress for his girlfriend, who would see her and change his mind about the drift his life was taking. He would let her forget about nursing, fly her around the world, care for her parents needs. She could sleepwalk through life, never changing a dirty bedpan, never batting away an exploratory hand when she leaned over a man in his senescence, never pressing through a fog of halitosis to take an old ladys temperature, never working another day, never thinking another thought. She would come back to this store and sit in the chair and put the girl through her paces. Shed make it seem as if she was going to leave without buying anything, that shed wasted everyones time, and then she would order one of everything to remind them that they had no idea how women like her really lived. But the only people who showed up were women a little older than her, or teenaged girls with their mothers. They said how radiant she looked, but she could hear them thinking of themselves.
One afternoon in April of 1963, a girl about Eileens age came in looking for dresses for her bridesmaids. The girl made apparently random selections, projecting a nervous aura. She looked familiar alarmingly so; only after Eileen had modeled a handful of dresses did she realize the girl was Virginia Towers, whod left St. Sebastians in seventh grade to move to Manhasset. Eileen prayed she wouldnt recognize her, but while Virginia was examining the seams she started patting excitedly on Eileens shoulder.
Eileen?
Yes?
Eileen! Eileen Tumulty!
Virginias voice was all heedless abandon. Eileen raised her brows in silent acknowledgment, perturbed to be addressed so familiarly in a place where shed worked to keep her distance from the other girls.
Its me, Ginny. Ginny Towers.
Virginia, my goodness, she said mutedly.
Kind, sincere Virginia had been the only kid in her class with an investment bank executive for a father. Her father was also a Protestant, though her mother was a Catholic whod grown up in the neighborhood. No one teased Virginia, even though shed been shy and fairly awkward; it was as though her familys means draped a protective cloak across her shoulders.
What are you doing here? Virginia asked.
There was no answer that wasnt awkward, so Eileen gave the dress a demonstrative little tug in the chest and raised her hands in amused resignation.
Right! Virginia said. Dresses. She had two in her hands and three more draped across the armoire, none promising. Well, hell. Do you like any of these?
If Eileen had the money to buy bridesmaids dresses this expensive, she would buy different ones entirely sleeker ones, less vulgar, more versatile. She was convinced she had nicer dresses hanging in her closet than Virginia did. She owned only half a dozen, but each was perfect. She would never buy five dresses for twenty dollars each when she could snag one truly gorgeous one for a hundred. She went out infrequently enough that she never worried about being seen too often in any of them.
I think the one I tried on a couple of dresses ago is quite nice, Eileen said.
The lavender one? I knew it! I liked that one too. Ill just have them order that one then.
Standing in the billowing dress, Eileen felt like one of those men in sandwich boards advertising lunch specials.
Eileen Tumulty, Virginia said, as though it were the answer to a quiz-show question. Im guessing this is just your day job.
Im doing my bachelors, she said. I went to nursing school.
I figured youd be on your way to being a doctor or something. You were always the smartest one of us.
She felt her face redden.
Im finishing at Sarah Lawrence this year. And Im getting married! But you knew that already. Hes a Penn man. Very square he makes me giggle hes so square. My father has set him up with interviews at Lehman Brothers. Were going to live in Bronxville. Im going to walk to school my last month!
She knew of the town; it was a wealthy bedroom community in lower Westchester County. That sounds just lovely.
And I know you wont guess what Im doing next year.
Whats that?
Im going to law school. At Columbia.
You were always intelligent, Eileen said, stifling her surprise.
Not like you. You were a whip.
Youre very kind.
You were more of an adult than the rest of us, Virginia said. I often think about that day in sixth grade when you took me to Woolworths and made me buy a notebook for every class. Do you remember?
She remembered, but she didnt relish recalling what an excess of energy shed had then for grand improving projects, as though shed thought the moral balance of the world could be restored by a regimen of directed efforts.
I remember you werent the most organized girl, but I dont remember going to Woolworths, no.
I think youd had enough of watching me never be able to find anything when I needed it. You made me separate my notes. That was one of the most helpful things anyones ever done for me.
Im glad, Eileen said, feeling a churning in her gut.
You should come to law school with me. We could be study partners. Id get the better end of that deal.
It was as if Virginia was speaking to her from the outside of a circus cage, clutching a bar in one hand as she absently held a lamb chop in the other. Eileen had to get away before she said something shed regret.
Maybe in my next life, she said, and the awkwardness shed kept at bay came rushing back at once. The dresss low cut left her feeling exposed. A new customer had arrived, and the other girl was busy with someone else, so Eileen asked Virginia if she was sure about the lavender dress and left her with the woman who arranged the accounts.
Please look us up, Virginia said on her way out. Give us a couple of months to settle in. Bronxville, dont forget. Well be in the phone book. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Callow. Wed absolutely love to have you over. Theres nothing so valuable in life as old friends.
Her mother told her to save her money, to buy used if she had to have a car, but her father was the one to go with her to the showroom.
The new Pontiac Tempest was on the floor, the 1964 model.
Its most of what I have saved, Eileen said.
Youll make more. Youll save again.
Its a bad investment.
Its an investment in life, her father said. If this is what you want, this is what youre getting. It beats the piss out of a beer truck, Ill say that. Maybe Ill get one myself. Or I could get one of those convertible types over there. What did he call that one? The GTO? I could drive your mother around in it. Do you think shed take to it?