The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 26

Weathering the Relative SqualorWhen I ask to see Jakes wedding pictures, my spawn plays dumb. What wedding pictures? she asks. But when I tell her I have met Caitlin that we had luncheon unneurotic and I have already legitimate my sister-in-laws existence as fact my mystify smells relieved and says, Well hence, I guess I can hang up the wedding photos again.She leaves me sitting in the vivification room by the fireplace. When she pass bys, she hands me a heavy photo record album bound in white leather and begins to stand large frames up on the spelltel pictures of Jake and Caitlin previously hidden for my benefit. As I brazen-faced through the pages of my brothers wedding album, mommy also hangs up a hardly a(prenominal) portraits of Jake and Caitlin on the walls. It was a beautiful day, Pat. We all wished you were t here.The massive cathedral and the rich reception hall suggest that Caitlins family must have what Danny calls mad cheddar, so I ask what Caitlins fathe r does for a living.For years he was a violinist for the New York Philharmonic, but now he teaches at Juilliard. medicine theory. W abhorver that means. Mom has finished hanging the framed pictures, and she sits next to me on the couch. Caitlins parents are nice people, but theyre not really our kind of people, which became distressingly limpid during the reception. How do I look in the pictures?In the photos, my contract wears a chocolate br protest dress and a bloodred sash oer naked shoulders. Her lipstick matches the sash perfectly, but it looks as if she has on withal much eye makeup, making her look sort of like a raccoon. On the plus side, her hair is in what Nikki used to call a classic updo and looks pretty good, so I tell Mom she photographs well, which makes her smile. tautness occupies my fathers face he does not look comfortable in whatsoever(prenominal) of the pictures, so I ask if he approves of Caitlin.Shes from a different innovation as far as your fathers c oncerned, and he did not enjoy interacting with her parents at all but hes happy for Jake, in his own non-expressive way, Mom says. He understands that Caitlin makes your brother happy.This gets me thinking about how strange my father was at my own wedding, refusing to speak to anyone unless he was spoken to first and then answering e veryone with monosyllabic repartees. I remember being mad at my father during the statement dinner because he would not even look at Nikki, allow alone interact with her family. I remember my mother and brother revealing me that Dad did not deal well with change, but their ex jutation meant nonentity to me until the next day.Halfway through the Mass, the priest asked the congregation if they would hold Nikki and me up in their prayers, and as instructed, we turned to face the response. I instinctively looked toward my parents, mirthful to see if my father would say the words we depart like he was supposed to, chanting along with everyone else, and this is when I saw him wiping his eyes with a tissue and biting down on his lower lip. His whole clay was trembling slightly, as if he were an old man. It was the strangest sight, my father call ining during a wedding that had seemed to make him so annoyed. The very man who neer showed any emotions other than anger was crying. I kept staring at my father, and when it became obvious that I was not going to turn back toward the priest, Jake who was my best man had to give me a little nudge to break the spell.Sitting on the couch with my mother, I ask her, When were Caitlin and Jake married?My mother looks at me strangely. She doesnt command to mention the date.I know it happened when I was in the bad place, and I also know that I was in the bad place for years. Ive accepted that much.Are you sure you really want to know the date?I can handle it, Mom. She looks at me for a second, trying to decide what to do, and then says, The summer of 2004. August seventh. Theyve been mar ried for just over two years now.Who paid for the wedding photos?My mother laughs. Are you kidding me? Your father and I never could have afforded that fancy sort of wedding album. Caitlins parents were very generous, putting together the album for us and allowing us to blow up whatever photos we precious and Did they give you the negatives?why would they give us She must see the look on my face, because Mom stops speaking neighboring(a)ly.Then how did you replace the photos afterward that burglar came and stole all the framed photos in the house? receive is thinking how best to answer as I wait for her response she begins chewing on the inside of her cheek the way she sometimes does when she is anxious. afterward a second, she calmly says, I called up Caitlins mother, told her about the burglary, and she had copies made that very week.Then how do you explain these? I say just earlier pulling framed wedding pictures of Nikki and me out from behind the pillow at the far end of the love seat. When my mother says nothing, I stand and return my wedding picture to its rightful place on the mantel. Then on the wall by the front windowpane I rehang the picture of my immediate family gathered around Nikki in her wedding dress her white get spilling out across the grass toward the camera. I found the Pat box, Mom. If you really hate Nikki so much, just tell me, and Ill hang the pictures up in the attic, where I sleep.Mom doesnt say anything.Do you hate Nikki? And if so, why?My mother will not look at me. Shes running her hands through her hair.Why did you lie to me? What else have you lie about?Im sorry, Pat. But I lied to Mom does not tell me why she lied instead she starts to cry again.For a very long time, I look out the window and stare at the neighbors house across the street. Part of me wants to comfort my mother to sit down next to her and throw an arm over her shoulders, oddly since I know my father has not talked to her in more than a week and is hap pily eating takeout three times a day, doing his own laundry, and weathering the relative squalor. I have caught Mom cleaning here and there, and I know she is a little upset about her plan not working out like she hoped it would. But I am also mad at my mother for lying to me, and even though I am practicing being kind rather than right, I cant aim it in me to comfort her right now.Finally I leave Mom crying on the couch. I change, and when I go outside for a run, Tiffany is waiting.