The old lady smiled as she ate her dinner. She looked around at the
faces. She felt beautifully superior. She knew that, for a moment,
their conceit, their satisfaction had been pierced—they had felt
something—
The birthday cake was cut and the old lady passed the box of chocolates.
The boys left for a game of pool at the club. Georgina Watson came to
get Fanny to go to the movies. Mr. and Mrs. Potter went across the
street to play bridge with the Morrises. The old lady promised to go
upstairs and look at Elbert who might have caught cold during the
afternoon—he had sneezed a couple of times.
The old lady finished the dishes. She read the evening paper. Then
she found herself dozing, woke up, dozed again, woke up, put out the
living-room light, left one light in the hall, went upstairs. She
stopped in Fanny’s room to glance at Elbert in his crib. His mouth was
slightly open, as always, and he looked pale, but the old lady saw that
his condition was not unusual. She went to her room and undressed for
bed.
In her high-necked flannel night-gown she stood at her dresser
preparatory to putting out the light. She looked at her birthday
presents, the cheap violet water, the unwearable camisole and cap, the
thoughtless gifts of indifferent people. She looked at her pictures—she
and Grandpa when they were first married, Elbert—Helen. Helen—she knew
how to write a letter. Why, she couldn’t have written a better one if
the old lady had told her what to write. The beaux—the car—the mink
coat—the charity fête—the attentive husband—
Her birthday was over. She was eighty-two. Long days
ahead—housework—sewing—little quarrels—
She thought of Helen’s letter again and chuckled. For just a moment
Fanny, Minnie, all of them had looked envious, bitter. Nothing she
could ever have done or said could have made them as angry as that
letter—and none of them dared say what they thought about it. That
letter had opened vistas to them that they could never approach. It had
lasted only a minute—but even so....
“A pretty good birthday,” the old lady said to herself as she put out
the light, opened the window, and got into bed.