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    Theory of Realty
    Theory of Realty
    Theory of Realty
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    Theory of Realty

    By Holly Goddard Jones

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    In Girl Trouble, acclaimed writer Holly Goddard Jones examines small-town Southerners aching to be good, even as they live in doubt about what goodness is.

    A high school basketball coach learns that his star player is pregnant--with his child. A lonely woman reflects on her failed marriage and the single act of violence, years buried, that brought about its destruction. In these eight beautifully written, achingly poignant, and occasionally heartbreaking stories, the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, love and violence is walked over and over again.

    In "Good Girl," a depressed widower is forced to decide between the love of a good woman and the love of his own deeply flawed son. In another part of town and another time, thirteen-year-old Ellen, the central figure of "Theory of Realty," is discovering the menaces of being "at that age": too old for the dolls of her girlhood, too young to understand the weaknesses of the adults who surround her. The linked stories "Parts" and "Proof of God" offer distinct but equally correct versions of a brutal crime--one from the perspective of the victim's mother, one from the killer's.

    Written with extraordinary empathy and maturity, and with the breadth and complexity of a novel, Jones's stories shed light on the darkness of the human condition.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateSep 1, 2009
    ISBN9780061966507
    Theory of Realty
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    Holly Goddard Jones

    Holly Goddard Jones's stories have appeared in New Stories from the South, Best American Mystery Stories, and various literary journals. She is an assistant professor at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro and the winner of a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers' Award.

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      Theory of Realty - Holly Goddard Jones

      Theory of Realty

      a story from Girl Trouble

      Holly Goddard Jones

      logo.jpg

      For Brandon and my father:

      two good men

      Women are never virgins. Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature.

      —William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

      • Contents •

      Theory of Realty

      About the Author

      Acknowledgments

      Credits

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

      • Theory of Realty •

      I.

      When Ellen was a girl, she spent her summers down at the Hoffmans’, paddling around three or four hours a day in their inground swimming pool and frying her skin with baby oil. The Hoffmans were, it seemed to Ellen then, grown-up but not old—maybe her mother’s age—and they had a big, fancy house and sad eyes. All the neighborhood kids who swam at the Hoffmans’ place, and that was most of them, knew the story about Caleb Hoffman, Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman’s little boy. A while back, some teenagers had used scrap wood and aluminum to piece together a couple of bike ramps on either side of Town Creek. If you got a good, fast start up on Poppy Street and aimed your wheels right, the rumor went, you could fly over that creek Dukes of Hazzard–style, though you risked screwing your bike up in the process. All of the boys tried it, and Caleb was practicing by himself one summer evening when the first ramp collapsed, sending him headfirst into the ditch. The creek was barely a trickle in August, but the fall knocked him unconscious, and he drowned in about four inches of water. He was eleven years old. Ellen had been six when it happened, and from then until the time when she was more interested in talking on the phone than roaming the neighborhood on foot or bike, the name Caleb was her mother’s near-daily refrain: You stay away from that creek, now. Remember what happened to Caleb, or I don’t want to lose you the way poor Greta lost Caleb.

      Ellen didn’t remember much about him, but he became a constant, invisible companion whenever she, her brother Andy, and the other kids played at the Hoffmans’. There were pictures of him in the house: on the kitchen counter where Mrs. Hoffman served them sweet tea and lemon cookies, on a shelf in the bathroom where Ellen went to pee. He’d looked like every other boy in the neighborhood, like Ellen’s own older brother: brown-haired and skinny with crooked teeth and freckles. When Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were together, smiling but faraway-looking, Ellen thought that the space between them appeared about as wide as Caleb would have been.

      Later, Ellen would consider the irony of those days at the pool. Caleb Hoffman died in four inches of water and Town Creek became a death-place, but that backyard rectangle of blue water, the sound of children cannonballing and belly-flopping, was somehow holy and necessary, even to the other parents. Go to the Hoffmans, they’d say if the late-afternoon doldrums set in. They’ll appreciate the company. And they did. Even as a girl Ellen knew the look of loneliness, and her heart was of the tender sort; she was the kind of kid who felt guilty when she saw a man eating by himself at Dairy Queen, and the sight of her own mother laughing too hard—eyes squinting behind cheap plastic-framed glasses, cigarette stains prominent on her two front teeth—made Ellen’s stomach knot with pity and shame. Mrs. Hoffman was a tiny woman, thinner and prettier than Ellen’s mother, and she was always offering to braid Ellen’s hair or paint her fingernails. One time, she invited Ellen into her dressing room—such a big, lovely place, with pink-tinted lightbulbs and a makeup table cluttered with delicate, pastel glass bottles—and showed

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