"Of the three of us, Emmanuel is the only one who has not yet learned that nothing
lasts forever when it comes to human relationships".
Mrs. A had been working for a young couple and their only child, for eight years, when one day she calls and quits -says she is exhausted.
Emmanuel, their son, doesn't understand. He wants to know when his 'Babette' is coming back. Nora and her physicist husband ( the nameless narrator), are also coming unplugged - worried - anxious-flustered -- they call Mrs. A trying to get her back. Mrs. A held their family together - she was the person who 'encouraged' everyone. She not only cooked grand fancy delicious meals, cleaned, and was a nanny to Emmanuel, she represented strength, security, and context for the entire family's daily living.
"Every love needs someone to witness and acknowledge it, validate it, or it may turn out to be just a mirage. Without her gaze we felt at risk." Mrs. A was 'that' person -a temporary gift.
Mrs. A said she could no longer work for this family because she was tired - but the real reason is that she had terminal cancer.
At the beginning of this novella - we learn Mrs. A has died. The storytelling is looking back --- but what especially moved me to almost tears - ( each time I read it) - is what the author wrote in the beginning---before he started his story:
"There really was a Mrs. A in my life. She stayed in my house, shared life with my family for a few years, then had to leave us".
I, too, had a Mrs. A for a few years - after my father died ( her name was Carol --Carol who took me on a trip once - just she and I to visit her family in Oregon).
I understand - in real life -- the author's father died when he was a child also.
I had been wanting to read this book since I first learned about it almost 2 years ago - when I was declined the opportunity to read an 'advance' copy. I finally bought the book for myself. It's lovely ....and sad.
Deeper beneath the seams - problems were not getting addressed. Mrs. A's defection was soon visible not only in the household but in the couple's relationship.
"Outwardly our married life went along unchanged, structure around a sequence of commitments, yet as if it's heart had been drained. I had seen Nora sad, upset, angry,
but never listless or indifferent. Without the intercession of her exuberance, the world went back to being the cold shell that I had inhabited before I met her. Even Emmanuel, at times, appeared alien to me".
The writing is lyrical-- so lovely --sad --yet a beautiful tribute to Mrs. A. Her name was Anna.