peers in close, forehead furrowed in concern. âDoes it hurt?
Lee feels like he should say no, so he says no.
âGood boy. Just a little irritation. Allergy or something. You can see out of it okay, canât you?
Everything Lee sees with it is blurry. âI can see out of it okay.
âWell, if it doesnât hurt and you can see out of it, letâs just keep an eye on it and see if it goes away, all right? Getting in to town to the doctorâs is such a pain in the ass, weâll be there all day, and we have so much work to do today on the farm. And the medical establishment is a machine, it crushes people, I donât want you entering into it if you donât have to. Look, you can tough it out, right?
âI can tough it out.
âGood man. Youâre a good tough little guy. Nothing gets to you, does it? A little minor irritation doesnât get to you, does it?
âIt doesnât get to me.
He hugs Lee, kisses him. âDaddy loves you.
His mother calls from New York and she sounds very sleepy, and he wants to tell her about his eye but before he can she says she justcalled to say good-bye, and he says, âWhere are you going? and she says, âI am dying. He says, âWhat do you mean? Are you sick? What happened? and she says, âNo, I mean I am going to die very soon, I am going to kill myself, because you wonât come to New York and see me, you donât love me, no one loves me, they have taken everything from me and I do not want to live, so good-bye, I love you, and he yells, âNo, stop! But the line goes click and he screams for his father, who comes, and he tells him, âSheâs died, sheâs dead, and his father just rolls his eyes and mutters, âDead drunk, and leaves, not caring. For days Lee wonders if his mother is dead. Then one day she calls and says, âHello, babu, and she sounds bright and happy, as if nothing ever happened, and asks if he misses her and if he loves her and if he will come see her in New York. He says yes but only because he does not want to say no, the truth is he does not want to be anywhere near her.
Things are already beginning to grow in the garden: little hard potatoes, tiny sprouts of greens. âEnough food to feed a city, his father says, standing proudly with his hands on his hips, gun in its holster, observing his dominion. Lee watches him lovingly water the poo-smelling dirt, pointing out to Lee where the tomatoes will soon be coming in, the broccoli, the carrots, the beans. âFertile here, he says happily. âThis land wants to grow food, it wants to feed us, donât it?
Itâs only Lee and his father in the house now, no staff, his father has fired them, Violet too, who raised Lee from infancy. âWe donât need things done for us anymore, his father explains to Lee. He leaves early in the morning with one of his rifles to hunt but returns later in the afternoon with frozen meat in grocery store packaging. They cook the potatoes and the greens and the meat outside over an open flame, and his father seems happy and says things are going even better than expected.
His father refuses to use the phone. Whenever it rings he cries out as though in great pain, âGo away! He does not bathe, spends his days digging and cutting and measuring and hoisting and planting and preparing the farm and his nights in his easy chair reading thenewspapers, keeps red pens nearby to annotate them and argues with the lies they tell him. He carefully cuts out articles and gives them to Lee to read even though Lee is too young to understand. Lee holds the articles before his face pretending to read; his father watches Leeâs face, needing something from Lee that Lee cannot give. âScary as hell, ainât it? his father says. âItâs very bad. Very bad. It didnât used to be like this, Lee.
Day after day he goes out to hunt but returns only with frozen meat.
The eye pulsates