Brightlee carter's Arc

Chapter 2 of 2

Two years after that Thursday coffee, Brightlee Carter still lived in the pink and blue building, but not in 3B anymore. He had moved down the hall into Charlotte's unit the week after the wedding. A year ago today he had signed the adoption papers for Carrie, Celina, and Carson at the county office, and Charlotte had cried once in the parking lot and then wiped her face and driven them all home. This morning was their first anniversary. He woke to an empty bed and the bathroom door shut. He knocked. Charlotte said give her a minute. He heard the tap run, then stop. When she opened the door she was holding a small white strip in her palm. One green line. One pink line. She held it out flat so he could see it without touching it. "I'm thirty-five," she said. "I took two. They both did that." Brightlee sat down on the edge of the tub. He was twenty-five. He had been a father on paper for one year and in practice for two. He had never held a baby that was his from the first day. He looked at the strip and then at Charlotte's face and understood she was waiting to see which way he went. "Good," he said. He said it the way she had told him about her husband in the stairwell, plain, the number of the bus. Then he said it again because the first one had come out too quiet. Charlotte's shoulders dropped an inch. She sat down on the tile next to him and leaned her head against his arm. "Carrie's at school," she said. "Celina and Carson are at the table. I haven't told them." He said they would tell them together after breakfast. They did. Celina, fourteen and freshman-sharp, stared at her cereal and then said, "So I'm going to be a big sister at fifteen." Carson, seventh grade, asked if the baby would sleep in his room. Charlotte said no. Carson said okay and went back to his toast. Charlotte called Carrie at college on speaker. Carrie was quiet a long second. Then she said, "Mom. That's good. That's really good." Her voice got clipped at the end. "I'm glad you're happy. I mean it." After the kids left for school Brightlee stood at the kitchen window and looked past the edge of town at the flat white ground. The apartment had two bedrooms. Celina and Carson already shared. A baby made five kids under one roof and no room left. He turned to Charlotte at the table and said he was going to start looking for land at the edge of the permafrost this week. Something they could build on before the ground froze. Charlotte set down her cup. She said, "Then look today."