How I Live Now

8

I’m thinking now would be a good time to talk about Isaac because he’s the one who gets left out of most of the action due to hardly ever saying a word but I’m starting to realize it’s the ones who aren’t yakking all the time who sometimes turn out to be worth keeping an eye on.

At first I barely noticed him what with noticing Edmond so much and Piper holding my hand all the time and chickens clucking, dogs barking, sheep baaing, not to mention half the world blowing up and the pipes banging night and day. So it took me longer than usual to get the picture that while Piper and Edmond were busy watching over me, Isaac was busy watching over them.

He didn’t do it in an obvious way like Osbert who was always pushing himself into the conversation with superior information and making it clear that he was the one with Family Responsibilities which Frankly Exhausted Him and He’d Rather Not Be Bothered only Seeing As How He Was the Eldest, Well, deep sigh.

Edmond on the other hand was totally up-front even if he did surprise you in about half a million ways each day. When Edmond was listening in to your thoughts, you could tell by looking at him looking at you.

Isaac was more shadowy and Kept His Counsel, as my doorman used to say about anyone who didn’t like to gossip. This doesn’t mean there was anything sneaky about his way of watching, or anything sentimental either. He just accepted the things people did, without comment or judgment and maybe without being terribly concerned. Even his family seemed to interest him in an abstract way, like lab specimens he’d come to feel responsibility and affection for.

At times I thought he was more animal than human. For instance if you were walking in town on market day and there were tons of people milling around, you would never have to worry about losing him in the crowd even if you totally forgot he was there and got separated for ages. You could zig and zag and make turns on a sudden whim and stop for tea and cut across a few back streets and decide that today would be a good time to do something totally different and try that bakery that none of you normally went to when in actual fact you had plenty of bread already at home so there’d be no reason to be in a bakery at all, and the next time you looked up Isaac would be right at your elbow, totally casual, like he’d been there all along or possibly just followed your train of thought through the crowd.

It was like he understood humans objectively and could see your entire life stretching out in both directions including whether you were going to make a detour to the bakery and which one and when.

With nonhumans he was completely different. With a dog or horse or badger or fox every fiber of his being was totally engaged. Even his face was different around animals, with the expression of polite distance he always wore for humans replaced by something concentrated and alive.

They knew it too. You could search hours for a pregnant cat and Isaac would tell you to Look under the hedge felt in the garden shed and there she’d be with five kittens, probably already having told him what each one was named. Piper said people used to borrow him when they went to buy a new dog because he could always see if something wasn’t quite right just by looking, or if it was the type to savage your new baby to death on a whim.

You might wonder, as I did, what a dog or a sheep had to say to a person like Isaac that’s so interesting but I guess he might have said the same thing about a foreign life-form like me. What have I ever said that’s so riveting to anyone but myself?

Shrinks don’t count.

They listen for cash.