Victoria asked. I told Miss Patterson. Did that help? Ava thought about it. It helped me feel like I'd done the right thing.
Tyler still didn't care. He's like that. Some people are like that. Victoria said. Even when you're much older, Ava looked at her with sudden attention.
Do you have people like that at your job? Everyday? Victoria said. What do you do? I try to remember that what they damage doesn't define what I built.
Ava blinked. Thought about this. Then she pointed her fork at Victoria with an expression of supreme satisfaction. That's good, she said. I'm going to tell Tyler that Marcus was looking at Victoria across the table.
She felt it rather than saw it the particular quality of a look from someone who is revising their estimate of you. She didn't look up immediately. She ate a bite of rice and thought that if she'd known food tasted different when it came from a real kitchen with people around it, she might have done something different with her last few years. After dinner, Ava did her homework at the kitchen table with the focused intensity of someone who hated homework, but had decided to hate it as efficiently as possible. And Marcus washed the dishes.
And Victoria, without being asked, without making it a gesture, dried them and put them away where she guessed they went and got the placement right about 70% of the time. And Marcus corrected her wordlessly on the other 30. And none of it was awkward. She kept waiting for the moment it would become awkward. It didn't come.
At 7:30, Ava announced she was ready for bed with the cheerful finality of someone who had decided this on their own terms and was proud of it. "I want to show you something first," she said to Victoria. Victoria looked at Marcus. He gave a small shrug up to you. "Show me," Victoria said.
Ava led her to her room, which was everything an 8-year-old girl's room was supposed to be, and more dinosaur posters and books stacked in corners and a small desk with art supplies arranged with the particular private order of a child who has a system only they understand. On the wall above the bed was a framed photo Marcus when he was younger, Dana, and a baby who was clearly Ava in the first weeks of being alive. All three of them in what looked like a hospital room and all three of them looking at the camera with the dazed, grateful, overwhelmed expression of a family beginning. Ava sat on the bed and pulled out a library book about the Cretaceous period and showed Victoria the foldout illustration of a T-Rex skeleton with the level of excitement usually reserved for something that was happening. Right now rather than 65 million years ago.
Victoria sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the skeleton and listened to Ava explain the difference between a T-Rex's arms and the arms of a velociaptor and why the size difference mattered and what that meant about how they hunted. "Did you know all of this already? " Ava said. "Not a single word of it," Victoria said honestly. Ava looked extremely pleased. "That's why you should read more," she said.
I think you're right, Victoria said. Ava considered her from the position of a person who has decided something. I like you, she said. It was not a compliment designed to please. It was a statement of fact from someone who didn't bother with pleasantries.