Love Stories in This Town
Should I Be Scared?
I first heard about Cipro at the potluck.
Thank God Ive got Cipro, said Zelda. My doctor prescribed it for a urinary tract infection, and I still have half the pills.
Cipro? I said, my mouth full of artichoke dip.
Honey, said Zelda, where have you been?
It was a cold, clear night in Austin, Texas. After the disgusting heat of summer, the cool was a balm. Zelda wore a giant sweater, knit loosely from rough, rusty-colored wool. She stood next to the barbecue, holding her hands in front of the hot coals. In the kitchen, my husband and his scientist friends concocted an elaborate marinade.
Anthrax, whispered Zelda. She had just begun to date my husbands thesis advisor, and lent an air of glamour to departmental potlucks.
Excuse me? I said. I took a large sip of wine, which had come from a cardboard box.
Ciprofloxacin, clarified Zelda, hissing over the syllables. Its the anthrax vaccine. A super-antibiotic. If were dropped on by, like, a crop duster, Cipro is what youll need. And, she lowered her voice again, there isnt enough for everyone.
Zelda wore scarves and held her wineglass with her hands wrapped around the bowl. When she sipped, her eyes peered over the top, bright coins. She wore high leather boots and worked in a steel building downtown for a company that made expensive software. She had described her job to me: Its an output management solution, and I market it. It connects the world. We had no idea why Zelda wanted to spend her evenings, which could obviously be spent in snazzier locales, with us. We wore Birkenstocks.
I was a scientists wife. This title pleased me. I also worked at Ceramic City, where people could paint their own pottery. My title at Ceramic City was color consultant. This title did not please me. I was trying to figure out what to do with my Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology, with a focus on the egalitarian foragers of the Kalahari Desert.
Oh, I said to Zelda, regarding the Cipro. It was times like this that I felt lucky to have a scientist for a husband. I could ask him later for details, and he would not laugh at me. He explained things patiently, drawing circles and arrows on the margins of the newspaper.
Hey, ladies! said a dark figure, emerging from the kitchen. It was my husbands thesis advisor. Is that fire ready for some birds?
Zelda smiled charmingly. The light from the coals made her look a little scary when she turned to me.
Get some for yourself, she said in a quiet voice. Im serious, she said, and then she turned her face up to meet her lovers lips.
My husband explained in the dark of our bedroom that ingesting expensive antibiotics for no reason was a bad course of action. We had pulled the covers over our heads and invited the cat into the warm cave. My husband called the cat spelunker, saying, What do you think, little spelunker? Do you think we should let the terrorists make us afraid? Do you think we should buy canned goods and a six-day supply of water? (The last was in reference to my actions of the previous day, when I had arrived home with twenty-eight cans of Progresso soup and three gallons of water.)
This was the beginning of the War on Terrorism.
Two weeks before, we had discussed what to eat for dinner and if we were drinking too much beer. We had talked about having a baby, mowing the lawn, and what sort of dog we should adopt. (My husband was partial to standard poodles, and I liked little dogs that could sit in your lap or in your purse. If you carried a purse.)
Excerpted from Love Stories in This Town by Amanda Eyre Ward Copyright © 2009 by Amanda Eyre Ward. Excerpted by permission of Ballantine Books, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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