{"id":786,"date":"2016-04-06T17:18:42","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:18:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zatma.org\/new-wp\/?p=786"},"modified":"2016-04-06T17:20:04","modified_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:20:04","slug":"the-crossword-puzzle-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zatma.org\/?p=786","title":{"rendered":"The Crossword Puzzle (#2)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"Ming<\/dt>\n
Ming Zhen Shakya<\/a><\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n
\u00a0To see more literature about Zen and the Art of Investigation:<\/h6>\n
http:\/\/www.zenanthonywolff.com<\/a><\/strong><\/i><\/h5>\n
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The Crossword Puzzle<\/h2>\n

by Anthony Wolff (Ming Zhen Shakya)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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To see all published chapters of “The Crossword Puzzle” click here<\/a><\/p>\n

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Part 2\u00a0–\u00a0NOLA GETS TO KNOW HER PATIENT<\/h4>\n

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Their first meal together was not without both problems and pleasure.\u00a0 Mrs. Eglington assured her that she knew how to feed Mr. Ghent.\u00a0 She\u2019d been doing it since he was a child.\u00a0 \u201cMilk never\u00a0hurt a human being.\u00a0\u00a0We probably wouldn\u2019t have survived without it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust the same,\u201d Nola said, \u201cthere will be no more dairy products served to Mr. Ghent.\u00a0 You can give him soup – just so it is not soup with a creamy base.\u00a0 And green tea and sherbets.\u00a0 Later he may have steamed vegetables.\u00a0 Do you have a steamer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, it\u2019s probably down in the basement with all of the other junk we have no use for.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got a use for it now.\u00a0 So please locate it and thoroughly clean it.\u00a0 We\u2019ll have our meals – you can just duplicate his tray for me – at the regular time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nearly an hour later Jules came to the room carrying one large tray.\u00a0 \u201cWhere do you want this?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

There was a card table in the room that was covered with the pieces of a jig-saw\u00a0puzzle.\u00a0 He pushed the pieces into a box, and covered the table with a linen cloth.\u00a0 He also placed a centerpiece of chrysanthemums on the table.\u00a0 \u201cI hope they\u2019re as you ordered,\u201d he said to Spencer.<\/p>\n

Spencer Ghent looked at the soup Jules served.\u00a0 \u201cNo more milk-toast?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cConsider it a thing of the past,\u201d Nola said as Jules stood in the doorway, waiting for an opportunity to speak.\u00a0 Nola and Spencer looked at him expectantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that the tray should be taken downstairs,\u201d Jules said, \u201cbut I\u2019ve sustained a serious but manageable cervical spine injury and if you don\u2019t mind I\u2019ll leave the tray here outside the door.\u00a0 It\u2019ll save me from having to carry it down and back to collect the dishes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s fine,\u201d Nola said.\u00a0 \u201cAnd if you\u2019re ever in any particular distress and could use my help, please don\u2019t hesitate to ask.\u201d Jules bowed his head, closed the door, and turned down the hall.<\/p>\n

She helped Spencer to sit at the table. \u201cThat,\u201d he said, referring to Jules, \u201cis his way of discouraging you from asking to be sent up anything other than the three meals he\u2019s obliged to carry. They all have their little tricks.\u00a0 You\u2019ll get used to them.\u201d He looked up at her coquettishly.\u00a0 \u201cWould you do a sick man a favor and close the drapes and then take those candles on the mantlepiece and put them here on the table.\u201d\u00a0 He reached across to a book shelf and pushed the play switch of an old CD player.\u00a0 \u201cI hope you like Errol Garner.\u00a0 It\u2019s his\u00a0Concert By The Sea.<\/em>\u00a0I haven\u2019t listened to it in months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love Garner,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cPlay on.\u201d<\/p>\n

With the drapes closed and the candles lit, everything became soft and lovely in the room.\u00a0 Spence smiled. \u201cThis is such a pleasure… eating without stuff dripping down my cheeks into my collar and pillow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe aim to please,\u201d Nola said, noticing how pale his blue eyes were in the candlelight.\u00a0 He once must have been extremely handsome.\u00a0 \u201cWho is your favorite composer?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that one,\u201d he said, grinning.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m supposed to say, \u2018You mean…\u00a0after<\/em>\u00a0Mozart?\u201d<\/p>\n

They laughed and talked about music and the things they liked and disliked.\u00a0 For dinner, they decided, they would play the Garner disc again only this time they would listen to the music.\u00a0 When Spencer finished dessert, Nola helped him back into bed and sat quietly with him while he listened to the end of the CD and fell asleep. Then she went to her own room and called the kitchen to tell Mrs. Eglington that though Mr. Ghent was sleeping, if the procedure could be quietly done, Jules could collect the dishes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Spencer Morton Ghent, 42, had suffered for more than five years with ulcerative colitis, a condition which caused him to experience frequent bouts of diarrhea.\u00a0 He was the head of a firm of financial consultants and, since his position afforded him his own private bathroom, he stubbornly thought he could manage the disease.\u00a0 And then, after one particularly nasty episode which caused him to be hospitalized, a proctologist whistled ominously at the condition of his anus and suggested that the removal of his rectum would soon be necessary.\u00a0 At that point, Ghent accepted an alternate solution offered by his physician, which was to resign his position in his high tension work environment and stay home until rest and decompression could assist the medicines prescribed for him and help him to rid himself of this affliction.<\/p>\n

Paige Ghent was not, however, appreciative of having her husband at home with her twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.\u00a0 Ghent was physically weak: over a period of several years his weight had dropped from one hundred eighty pounds to one hundred twenty pounds.\u00a0 A gradual weigh loss is not much noticed by those who see the person every day, and so it was generally assumed by those who saw him when he weighed close to one hundred fifty pounds, that he worked out by choice in this private weight room, swam in his private pool, and hiked or rode horses through his wooded estate.\u00a0 Retired, he became much thinner and few people knew that he owed his thinness to a disease of his digestive system – not even Paige who slept in the opposite side of the house.\u00a0 She remained indifferent to his condition until he called out to her in anguish one evening; and when she came to help discovered the extent of the debilitating episode.\u00a0 The work she was forced to do embarrassed her and she lived in terror that their servants would spread the news of his infirmity – and her part in it – around town.\u00a0 For a week she tried valiantly to keep the patient, his underwear, pajamas, and the bed linens clean without anyone else being aware of such laundry, but it became too much for a woman who had had full-time nannies diaper her three children.\u00a0 The stench and the filth encountered when diapering a husband, impinged seriously upon her sense of self-worth and were he not already so worn-out by the problem, would have adversely affected his, too.<\/p>\n

Candidly, she explained her problem as she saw it to her sister.\u00a0 \u201cI know I\u2019m a spoiled brat of a woman.\u00a0 But I\u2019m simply typical of my circle of friends.\u201d\u00a0 Though this group regarded themselves as independent, they limited their existences to sex, beauty parlors, fashion shows, luncheons, charitable committees, and the places to which they brought art and its refinements to those in the community who were in dire need of them.\u00a0 And none of this was compatible with putting her hands or nose near the former contents of her husband\u2019s bowels.\u00a0 Not without reason did Paige fear that if news of his disease and her part in it ever became publicly known, she\u2019d become a laughing-stock.\u00a0 Her class simply did not dabble in such things.\u00a0 She was comforted by the ethical requirement that bound Nola, a registered nurse, to a certain confidentiality.\u00a0 Her friends were not unlike the ladies who formed the Zen council.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t that these ladies who were in the same economic class as the Zen Council were uneducated. No, like the others, they had unfortunately majored in French Literature, Art History, or Philosophy, subjects which rendered them virtually unemployable, which was a fact of no consequence since they always seemed to marry Wharton School of Business graduates who went into Philadelphia regularly to their offices and made enough money to keep fat portfolios and summer homes.\u00a0 At cocktail parties and other obligatory functions, French Literature, Art History, and Philosophy were considered meritorious achievements. Otherwise, they maintained a coffee-klatch mentality and contented themselves by doing the things that prosperous wives were supposed to do, including unrestrained sex.<\/p>\n

Perhaps it was an exercise in psychological compensation that let The Council decide that Christianity lacked a certain patrician cachet, and one and all they happily turned to the more exclusive Zen, which, after all, provided better opportunities for meeting new friends.<\/p>\n

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Once Spencer was asleep, Nola got her coat and purse and went to the kitchen to tell the cook that she was going to an organic vegetable store she had seen on her way to the house.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat peculiar vegetables are you planning to buy?\u201d Mrs. Eglington asked with more accusation than curiosity.<\/p>\n

Nora, offended by the cook\u2019s attitude, saw Jules\u2019 laptop on the kitchen table.\u00a0 \u201cIf I buy something you\u2019re unfamiliar with, I\u2019m sure Mr. Grover will do a net search to provide you with instruction.\u00a0 I suspect that Mr. Ghent is lactose intolerant so I\u2019ll be getting special milk for him and also some probiotic pills that I regard as most effective.\u00a0 Don\u2019t forget to scrub that steamer.\u201d\u00a0 She pulled on her driving gloves, \u201cNow if Jules will see to getting the other things from the drug store, I\u2019ll leave – with your permission, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

The departure was not tearful.<\/p>\n

Nola became a regular customer of the health food grocery store.\u00a0 On her first visit in September she chatted with the clerk who managed to get more information than she gave.\u00a0 But on the check-out counter was a stack of flyers announcing the presence in town of the new Zen Buddhist Assembly of Morton.\u00a0 She read that meditation services were held on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.\u00a0 The clerk watched her read and then gushed, \u201cIf you\u2019re interested in Zen you really ought to go.\u00a0 They\u2019re wonderful people!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSoto or Rinzai?\u201d Nola asked.<\/p>\n

The clerk did not know what she was talking about and simply shrugged. They\u2019re the kind that just sit there for fifty minutes and then take a break and sit another fifty minutes.\u00a0 Somebody told me that they try not to think.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds like Soto Zen,\u201d Nola said as she noted the address of the Zendo.<\/p>\n

When she returned home she told Spencer about the new facility.\u00a0 He had not heard about it.\u00a0 \u201cSo,\u201d he said pleasantly, \u201cyou\u2019re a Zen person.\u00a0 I used to go regularly to a temple in Philadelphia.\u00a0 I miss the quiet contemplation… the peace and that great sandalwood incense they use.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you\u2019re strong enough,\u201d Nola promised, \u201cI\u2019ll take you to one of their Tuesday or Thursday meditation sessions.\u00a0 She did not mention that she followed Rinzai Zen and did not care to spend hours sitting on a cushion trying to erase thoughts from her mind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the weeks that followed, Spencer\u2019s health improved remarkably.\u00a0 He gained weight, ate more and slept less. His depression vanished and he began to avail himself of a stack of books that contained crossword\u00a0puzzles, formerly his favorite pass-time. Nola was happy to compete with him in solving the\u00a0puzzles.\u00a0 Since Spencer did not like electronic equipment, he would also get daily exercise going up and down stairs to his study to consult his many reference books. Soon the two of them got so good at solving the\u00a0puzzles\u00a0that they began to create their own.\u00a0 This challenge created much good will and they began to act as old and trusted friends.\u00a0 Spencer liked to follow a single theme, one that would be appreciated by members of his economic class… equestrian, nautical, social dances and events, and such.\u00a0 Eventually, he had to expand the theme to include names and terms people of every class would appreciate.<\/p>\n

His moods and his adherence to routine also began to change.\u00a0 He asked Jules to air-out clothing he wore when he weighed one hundred fifty pounds.\u00a0 The garments were of course too large for him, but he explained that he didn\u2019t like to go downstairs in pajamas and robe.\u00a0 This was understandable, but what was beyond Nola\u2019s comprehension was that on some days he would take his medicine, eat his breakfast, and then dismiss her, locking his bedroom door.\u00a0 When Nola would ask, he\u2019d say he had private phone calls to make.\u00a0 He would never explain and some days Nola was frantic wondering what she had done to cause him to exclude her from his bedroom.<\/p>\n

It became so troublesome that she asked her sister why Spencer behaved in such a way.<\/p>\n

Paige laughed and said, \u201cLook at the phone bill when it comes in.\u00a0 There won\u2019t be any calls made.\u00a0 At the rate he\u2019s improving, he\u2019ll fit into those clothes and then he\u2019ll say that he had personal business to attend to and he\u2019ll leave the house.\u00a0 Usually, he won\u2019t say anything. He\u2019ll just leave.\u00a0 You\u2019ll wonder where the hell he went or what he\u2019s doing, but he\u2019ll nicely say that his private life is no concern of yours.\u00a0 Then you\u2019ll see new garments… shirts, ties, pants, suits…\u00a0 and they didn\u2019t just materialize out of thin air.\u00a0 So all his personal business was visiting men\u2019s shops, and if you take the trouble to look, you\u2019ll find a few movie ticket stubs in his car or pants\u2019 pockets.\u00a0 Same thing with his moods.\u00a0 Usually he\u2019ll want to do thepuzzles.\u00a0 But you\u2019ll find that some days he just locks his bedroom door without any explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPaige… That\u2019s exactly what he does.\u00a0 Not often, but enough to concern me. He\u2019ll say, \u2018I took my medicine.\u00a0 I\u2019ll see you later.\u2019 \u00a0 I go back to my room and worry about him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo yourself a favor and don\u2019t worry.\u201d\u00a0 With that advice, Paige ended the discussion and announced that she needed to buy a new pair of heels to go with a dress she had just purchased.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The three kids came home for the Christmas holiday early, and Jules took them into town to buy a siamese kitten for Paige and a boxer puppy for Spencer. Nola did not spend enough time with them to form an opinion about any one of them.\u00a0 But, she did assure herself, they certainly looked and acted like normal teenagers… even better behaved than most.<\/p>\n

At Christmas dinner, as dessert was being served, Roland looked at a collection of\u00a0puzzles.\u00a0 \u201cThese are really great, Dad,\u201d he said.\u00a0 You ought to have them published.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSurely,\u201d Paige said sourly, \u201cnot under the Ghent name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s make up a name!\u201d Samantha gushed.<\/p>\n

Nola secretly had been thinking about a joint name for them to use.\u00a0 \u201cSpenola\u201d she had decided on and was just about to blurt it out when Paige shouted, \u201cChat R. Box!\u201d\u00a0 Chat for my Christmas cat and box for Daddy\u2019s new puppy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Every one squealed in approval and the name \u201cSplenola\u201d stuck in Nola\u2019s throat, nearly choking her.<\/p>\n

Although she was responsible for at least half of each created\u00a0puzzle, Spencer was being given full credit.\u00a0 It was a small thing, but so, she reasoned, was a mosquito bite. It itched her psyche, but with discipline, she almost overcame it.\u00a0 \u201cWhat the hell was I thinking?\u201d she asked herself when she went to bed that night.\u00a0 She wondered why she was so upset by Spencer taking – no… being given – the whole credit for the\u00a0puzzles.\u00a0 The problem disturbed her far more than it should have.\u00a0 First of all, it was only natural that at a celebratory moment he was not going to stop and correct his son.\u00a0 Well, then, what was it?<\/p>\n

As Nola lay on her bed and pondered the problem, applying the harsh self-defacing requirement of a Zen inquiry into one\u2019s mind, it soon became clear that what disturbed her was that she wanted to link her name with his.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t love, she told herself, although she had to admit that she felt years younger when she was with Spencer.\u00a0 In fact, she felt a little high… like a good marijuana high… when they worked on the\u00a0puzzles.\u00a0 Yet she still did not realize that she had eradicated boundaries.\u00a0 They were neither nurse and patient nor sister and brother-in-law. In either case, he was off-limits to her.\u00a0 She had allowed herself to cross a forbidden line.<\/p>\n

Before the New Year, the family left for a ski trip to Gstaad, Switzerland.\u00a0 Everyone except Spencer returned in a few days.\u00a0 Friends had advised him to get a kind of make-over in a spa in Lucerne.\u00a0 The regimen was strict, but guaranteed to clean old unpleasant memories from his mind.\u00a0 He\u2019d be a new man.\u00a0 Communication with the outside world was limited.\u00a0 There was one public-use computer that functioned for one hour each day and phones and visitors were not permitted. He could get and receive mail though this was not encouraged.\u00a0 Nola, wanting to keep her dispute with him out of the Ghent house, wrote a brief note to him asking that he include her as co-author of the crossword\u00a0puzzles.\u00a0 She received no answer.<\/p>\n

In the middle of January he returned and did seem much more pleasant.\u00a0 In addition, Editor John Daly began to relay the compliments the newspaper received about the\u00a0puzzles. Everyone loved the name Chat R. Box and perhaps, Nola thought, the euphoria of such a clever name and enterprise drew Spencer even closer to her.\u00a0 Whatever the reason, the two of them began to discuss family secrets in a critical way.\u00a0 It was on Ground Hog day, she would later remember, that they were in the study, at ground level, watching Paige return from the carriage house, her hair and clothes disheveled, Spencer said, \u201cIt\u2019s getting worse with Paige.\u00a0 Rougher.\u00a0 You do realize that she\u2019s sexually insatiable. She\u2019s bopping the Bulgarian now.\u201d He nodded quizzically.\u00a0 \u201cGregor looks strong.\u00a0 I hope he can handle her. The last groundsman we had sent up a white flag after three months.\u201d Then he added impishly, \u201cI was afraid we\u2019d\u00a0 have to bury him in the front lawn.\u00a0 Or…\u201d he began to laugh and could not complete the statement.<\/p>\n

Nola finished it for him.\u00a0 \u201cOr have him stuffed and put on display in the game room.\u201d\u00a0 They laughed so hard that Jules came to the study doorway to hear what it was that had made them laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Spencer wheezed, \u201cnot the game room.. the front lawn\u00a0 We cold play quoits with his Johnson.\u201d They laughed again and he assured her that they had, \u201dA meeting of the minds.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jules then turned around and went back to the kitchen to tell Mrs. Eglington and Gladys that Spencer and Nola wanted to stuff Gregor and put him on the lawn for Paige to play with his penis.\u00a0 Gladys told Gregor who naturally told Paige.<\/p>\n

The following day, Friday, near noon, as Nola and Spencer sat on his bed surrounded by reference books on the theme of \u201cHorses,\u201d they were laughing and could not think of an \u201cacross\u201d word that had an \u201cs\u201d \u201ct\u201d and \u201cu\u201d in the spaces that would meet the same letters required in three \u201cdown\u201d slots.\u00a0 Suddenly Nola shouted the obvious, \u201cStirrups!\u201d and they laughed more as they felt the excitement of solving a\u00a0puzzle.\u00a0 Spencer offered the \u201cacross\u201d clue:\u00a0 \u201caudio and sole.\u201d\u00a0 They were howling triumphantly at the word and the clue as Paige burst into the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow cozy!\u201d she snarled.\u00a0 \u201cYou,\u201d she indicated Nola, \u201cno doubt found something else about me that amuses you!\u00a0 Well you can just pack your things and get the hell out of my house.\u00a0 Go find your own man to have a good laugh and fuck with.\u00a0 This one\u2019s taken!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nola stood up.\u00a0 \u201cWhat has gotten into you?\u00a0 We\u2019ve been laughing about a\u00a0puzzle\u00a0word.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t bullshit me!\u00a0 You can just get your spinster lust out of my house!\u00a0 My husband?\u00a0 You lay there in bed with my husband!\u00a0 My own sister! I brought you here to care for my husband not have an affair with him.\u00a0 And then you mock me? Oh, no. Get out of my house,\u00a0and get out now!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Spencer was indignant.\u00a0 \u201cWhere do you get off calling this \u2018your\u2019 house.\u00a0 We have a prenuptial agreement and no part of this estate will ever belong to you.\u00a0 It\u2019s Ghent property and lady, you\u2019re no Ghent. \u201c<\/p>\n

That he spoke no word in her defense against such a licentious charge, stunned Nola.\u00a0 Dazed, she realized that he was more worried about his property than he was about her reputation; and she was not only innocent, she was the woman who had restored his health. She went into her bedroom and packed her suitcases.\u00a0 She carried everything she owned without assistance to the garage, and with no idea about where she was going, she began to drive towards town.<\/p>\n

Driving down main street she noticed that she needed gas and pulled into a station. She fretted with disconnected thoughts.\u00a0 Finally, the gas pump clicked off when the tank had filled.\u00a0 In a state that was purely automatic she withdrew the nozzle, hung it up, put on the gas tank cap, and withdrew her credit card.<\/p>\n

She got into her car and for the first time experienced a clarity of mind that made her feel appalled by the rejection she had received.\u00a0 A car behind her beeped and she roused herself, immediately deciding that she would not drive aimlessly.\u00a0 Instead she\u2019d check into a motel at the edge of town and try to figure out how she should respond to Paige\u2019s tirade.<\/p>\n

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