It was Dawn who made it an unforgettable...
It was Dawn who made it an unforgettable exchangeHer truthfulness, how she had not seriously fudged about her parents or about anything that he knew was important to her--her courage was what was unforgettable
She was more than a full foot shorter than her fiance and, according to one of the judges who'd confided in Danny Dwyer after the pageant, had failed to be in the top ten in Atlantic City only because without her high heels she measured five foot two and a half, in a year when half a dozen other girls equally talented and pretty were positively statuesqueThis petiteness (which may or may not have disqualified her from a serious shot at runner-up--it hardly explained to the Swede's satisfaction why Miss Arizona should walk off winner of the whole shebang at only five three) had simply deepened the Swede's devotion to DawnIn a youngster as innately dutiful as the Swede--and a handsome boy always making the extra effort not to be mistaken for the owner of his startling good looks--Dawn's being only five foot two quickened in him a manly urge to shield and to shelterUp until that drawn-out, draining negotiation between Dawn and his father, he'd had no idea he was in love with a girl as strong as thisHe even wondered if he wanted to be in love with a girl as strong as this
Aside from the number of crosses in her house, the only other thing she lied about outright was the baptism, an issue on which she finally appeared to capitulate, but only after three solid hours of negotiations during which it seemed to the Swede prada borse that, amazingly enough, his father had yielded on that issue almost right off the batNot until later did he realize that his father had deliberately let the negotiation string out until the twenty-two-year-old girl was at the end of her strength and then, shifting by a hundred and eighty degrees his position on baptism, wrapped up the deal giving her only Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and the Easter bonnet
But after Merry was born, Dawn got the child baptized anywayShe could have performed the baptism herself or got her mother to do it but she wanted the real thing, and so she got a priest and some godparents and took the baby to the church, and until Lou Levov happened to come upon the baptismal certificate in a dresser in the unused back bedroom of the Old Rimrock house, no one ever knew--only the Swede, whom Dawn told in the evening, after the freshly baptized baby had been put to bed cleansed of original sin and bound for heavenBy the time the baptismal certificate was unearthed, Merry was a family treasure six years old, and the uproar was short-livedThough that didn't mean that the Swede's father could shake the conviction that what lay behind Merry's difficulties all along was the secret baptism: that, and the Christmas tree, and the Easter bonnet, enough for that poor kid never to know who she wasThat and her grandma Dwyer--she didn't help eitherSeven years after Merry was born, Dawn's father had the second heart attack, dropped dead while installing a furnace, and from then on there was no dragging Grandma hermes tas Dwyer out of StEvery time she could get her hands on Merry, she spirited the child off to church, and God alone knew what they pumped into her thereThe Swede, far more confident with his father--about this, about everything, really, than he'd been before becoming a father himself--would tell him, "Dad, Merry takes it all with a grain of saltIt's just Grandma to her, and what Grandma doesGoing to church with Dawn's mother doesn't mean a thing to Merry either way But his father wasn't buying it"She kneels, doesn't she? They're up there doing all that stuff, and Merry is kneeling--right?"
"Well, sure, I guess so, sure, she kneelsBut it doesn't mean anything to her
"Yeah? Well it does to me--it means plenty!"
Lou Levov backed off--that is, with his son--from attributing Merry's screaming to the baptismBut alone with his wife he wasn't so cautious, and when he was riled up about "some Catholic crap" the Dwyer woman had inflicted on his granddaughter, he wondered aloud if it wasn't the secret baptism that all along lay behind the screaming that scared the hell out of the whole family during Merry's first yearPerhaps everything bad that ever happened to Merry, not excluding the worst thing that happened to her, had originated then and there
She entered the world screaming and the screaming did not stopThe child opened her mouth so wide to scream that she broke the tiny blood vessels in her cheeksAt first the doctor figured it was colic, but when it went on for three months, another explanation was needed and Dawn took her gucci clearance for all kinds of tests, to all kinds of doctors--and Merry never disappointed you, she screamed there tooAt one point Dawn even had to wring some urine out of the diaper to take it to the doctor for a testThey had happy-go-lucky Myra as their housekeeper then, a large, cheery bartender's daughter from Morristown's Little Dublin, and though she would pick up Merry and nestle her into that pillowy, plentiful bosom of hers and coo and coo at her as sweetly as though she were her own, if Merry was already off and screaming, Myra got results no better than Dawn'sThere was nothing Dawn didn't try to outwit whatever mechanism triggered the screamingWhen she took Merry with her to the supermarket, she made elaborate preparations beforehand, as though to hypnotize the child into a state of calmJust to go out shopping, she would give her a bath and a nap, put her in nice clean clothes, get her all set in the car, wheel her around the store in the shopping cart--and everything might be going fine, until somebody came along and leaned over the cart and said, "Oh, what a cute baby," and that would be it: inconsolable for the next twenty-four hoursAt dinnertime, Dawn would tell the Swede, "All that hard work for nothingI'm going crazier and crazierI'd stand on my head if it helped--but nothing helps The home movie of Merry's first birthday showed everybody singing "Happy Birthday" and Merry, in her high chair, screamingBut only weeks later, for no apparent reason, the fury of the screaming began to ebb, then the frequency, and by omega speedmaster replica the time she was one and a half, everything was wonderful and remained wonderful and went on being wonderful until the stuttering
What had gone wrong for Merry was what her Jewish grandfather had known would go wrong from the morning of the meeting on Central AvenueThe Swede had sat in a chair in the corner of the office, well out of the line of fire; whenever Dawn said the name Jesus, he looked miserably through the glass at the hundred and twenty women working at the sewing machines on the floor--the rest of the time he looked at his feetLou Levov sat iron-faced at his desk, not his favorite desk, out amid the clamorous activity of the making department, but at the desk he rarely ever used, tucked away for the sake of quiet within the glass enclosureAnd Dawn didn't cry, didn't go to pieces, and lied, really, hardly at all--just held her ground throughout, all sixty-two and a half inches of herDawn--whose only preparation for such a grilling was the Miss New Jersey prepageant interview, heavily weighted in the scoring, when she stood before five seated judges and answered questions about her biography--was sensational
Here's the opening of the inquisition that the Swede never forgot:

WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME, MISS DWYER?
Mary Dawn Dwyer
DO YOU WEAR A CROSS AROUND YOUR NECK, MARY DAWN?
I haveIn high school I did for a while
SO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF AS A RELIGIOUS PERSONThat isn't why I wore itI wore it because I'd been to a retreat and when I got home I just started wearing a crossIt wasn't a huge religious chanel classic flap sym