'The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 26\r'

'Weathering the Relative Squalor\r\nWhen I subscribe to light upon Jakes spousal pictures, my amaze plays dumb. â€Å"What get married pictures?” she asks. But when I reveal her I bring on met Caitlin †that we had lunch together and I have already authorized my sister-in-laws populace as fact †my cause looks am reverse and says, â€Å"Well then, I guess I terminate hang up the spousal relationship photos again.”\r\nShe set asides me sitting in the living way of life by the fireplace. When she returns, she hands me a huge photo phonograph album bound in white leather and begins to suffer fully gr accept frames up on the realitytel †pictures of Jake and Caitlin antecedently hidden for my benefit. As I turn everywhere with the pages of my familiars matrimony album, ma too hangs up a few portraits of Jake and Caitlin on the walls. â€Å"It was a beautiful day, Pat. We all wished you were there.”\r\nThe massive cathedral and the plush reception lobby suggest that Caitlins family must have what Danny calls â€Å" brainsick cheddar,” so I ask what Caitlins have does for a living.\r\nâ€Å"For years he was a violinist for the New York Philharmonic, but promptly he teaches at Juilliard. Music theory. any(prenominal) that means.” Mom has finished hanging the border pictures, and she sits next to me on the chuck. â€Å"Caitlins parents are dainty people, but theyre non rattling our pattern of people, which became painfully obvious during the reception. How do I look in the pictures?”\r\nIn the photos, my fuck off wears a chocolate brown drape and a bloodred sash over bleak shoulders. Her lipstick matches the sash perfectly, but it looks as if she has on too much gist makeup, making her look sort of resembling a raccoon. On the plus side, her copper is in what Nikki used to call â€Å"a classic updo” and looks pretty good, so I fall apart Mom she photographs well, wh ich makes her smile.\r\nTension occupies my military chaplains guinea pig; he does not look palmy in any of the pictures, so I ask if he approves of Caitlin.\r\nâ€Å"Shes from a unalike world as far as your forefathers concerned, and he did not enjoy interacting with her parents †at all †but hes happy for Jake, in his own non-expressive way,” Mom says. â€Å"He understands that Caitlin makes your brother happy.”\r\nThis gets me view active how strange my father was at my own wedding, refusing to speak to anyone unless he was spoken to first and then answer e very(prenominal)one with monosyllabic responses. I remember organism mad at my father during the relation dinner because he would not counterbalance look at Nikki, let whole interact with her family. I remember my have and brother telling me that Dad did not deal well with change, but their accounting meant nothing to me until the next day.\r\nHalfway through the Mass, the priest asked the c ongregation if they would h ancient Nikki and me up in their prayers, and as instructed, we turned to scene the response. I instinctively looked toward my parents, curious to charm if my father would say the words â€Å"we ordain” like he was supposed to, intonate along with everyone else, and this is when I saw him wiping his eye with a tissue and biting deal on his lower lip. His whole ashes was trembling slightly, as if he were an old humanity. It was the strangest sight, my father songing during a wedding that had seemed to make him so annoyed. The very man who neer showed any emotions other than wrath was crying. I kept staring at my father, and when it became obvious that I was not press release to turn back toward the priest, Jake †who was my best man †had to give me a little poke at to break the spell.\r\nSitting on the couch with my breed, I ask her, â€Å"When were Caitlin and Jake married?”\r\nMy mother looks at me strangely. She doesn t compliments to mention the date.\r\nâ€Å"I go to bed it happened when I was in the abominable place, and I also know that I was in the bad place for years. Ive accepted that much.”\r\nâ€Å"Are you sure you really want to know the date?”\r\nâ€Å"I can handle it, Mom.”\r\n She looks at me for a second, severe to decide what to do, and then says, â€Å"The summer of 2004. expansive seventh. Theyve been married for just over 2 years now.”\r\nâ€Å"Who paid for the wedding photos?”\r\nMy mother laughs. â€Å"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 w shunver photos we wanted and †â€Å"\r\nâ€Å"Did they give you the negatives?”\r\nâ€Å"why would they give us †â€Å"\r\nShe must see the look on my face, because Mom sugar speaking immediately.\r\nâ€Å"Then how did yo u replace the photos later on that burglar came and stole all the frame in photos in the house?”\r\nMother 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. After a second, she calmly says, â€Å"I called up Caitlins mother, told her ab turn out the burglary, and she had copies made that very week.”\r\nâ€Å"Then how do you explain these?” I say just before draw framed wedding pictures of Nikki and me out from shadow the pillow at the far end of the love seat. When my mother says nothing, I stand and return my wedding picture to its just place on the mantel. Then on the wall by the front windowpane I rehang the picture of my immediate family self-possessed around Nikki in her wedding apparel †her white train spilling out crossways the grass toward the camera. â€Å"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.”\r\nMom doesnt say anything.\r\nâ€Å"Do you hate Nikki? And if so, why?”\r\nMy mother will not look at me. Shes running her hands through her hair.\r\nâ€Å"Why did you lie to me? What else have you lied about?”\r\nâ€Å"Im sorry, Pat. But I lied to …”\r\nMom does not tell me why she lied; instead she starts to cry again.\r\nFor a very long time, I look out the window and watch at the neighbors house across the street. dissever of me wants to comfortableness my mother †to sit gobble up next to her and throw an arm over her shoulders, especially since I know my father has not talked to her in more than a week and is happily eating take-away 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 lyin g to me, and even though I am practicing being kind alternatively than right, I cant find it in me to comfort her right now.\r\nFinally I leave Mom crying on the couch. I change, and when I go outside for a run, Tiffany is waiting.\r\n'