Pangs of Love
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his is a fancy car," my mother says in Chinese as
we stop-and-go up Third Avenue. "It must've cost
you a bundle. Tell me, how mucha cents," she says
conspiratorially. I look at her and say nothing.
- "Isn't this nice of Bagel," my mother says a few minutes
later. My youngest brother, the landowner in Bridgehampton,
has always been called "Bagel" in the family.
His real name is Billy, and God help him who drops "Bagel"
in front of Bagel's friends. My mother's the lone
exception. When she says Bagel, he knows his friends simply
think that's her immigrant tongue mangling "Billy."
"Out of you four brothers and sisters," she adds, "only
Bagel asks me to visit."
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- "What are you saying? How can I invite you over when
I live with you?"
- That's right. You're a good son."
- "I didn't say I was a good son, but didn't I bring you
out to California?"
- "Ah-mahn-da invited me."
- "I told Amanda to invite you while she was talking to
you on the phone."
- "That's right, that's right. You're a good son," she says.
"Good son who doesn't know how to talk to his own
mother. His American girl speaks better Chinese."
- "Forget it," I say, waving her off
- "That's right. Always 'fo-gellit, fo-gellit.' Ah-mahn-da
never uses such words. "
- I swing across Twenty-third heading for Park. "Look
at so many Puerto Ricans," she says. "Just like in California."
- My brain stops, wrapped around a telephone pole that
is my mother. I tell myself, Try. Explain the difference to
your mother, who knows next to nothing: in Los Angeles
what she thinks are Puerto Ricans are Mexicans and Chicanos.
But I don't even know the words for Mexico, so
how do I begin? In Chinese I'm as geography-poor as my
mother, who knows only the streets and fields she's
walked. Maybe I should use my hands. This is California,
Amanda and I lived here, and over here -- by my right
hand -- is another country Americans call Mexico. But that
requires the patience of a special-ed teacher. In her mental
maps, California is a few hours' drive from New York.
That's what I'm up against.
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