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The Odds

ALSO BY STEWART O’NAN

FICTION
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Songs for the Missing
Last Night at the Lobster
The Good Wife
The Night Country
Wish You Were Here
Everyday People
A Prayer for the Dying
A World Away
The Speed Queen
The Names of the Dead
Snow Angels
In the Walled City

NONFICTION
Faithful
(with Stephen King)
The Circus Fire
The Vietnam Reader
(editor)
On Writers and Writing ,
by John Gardner (editor)

SCREENPLAY
Poe

VIKING

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Excerpt from “Wheel of Fortune,” words and music by Bennie Benjamin and George David Weiss. Copyright © 1951 (renewed) Claude A. Music Co. and Abilene Music, Inc. All rights on behalf of Claude A. Music Co. administered by Chappell & Co., Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

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O’Nan, Stewart.
 The odds : a love story / Stewart O’Nan.
  p.  cm.
 EISBN: 9781101554357
 I. Title.
 PS3565.N316O33 2012
  813’.54—dc23
 2011033330

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The wheel of fortune
goes spinning round
Will the arrow point my way?
Will this be the day?
O wheel of fortune
don’t pass me by
Let me know the magic of
a kiss and a sigh
While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning
I’ll not dream of winning
fortune or fame
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning
I’ll be ever yearning
for love’s precious flame
O wheel of fortune
I’m hoping somehow
if you’ll ever smile on me
please let it be now.

              —Dinah Washington

The Odds

Table of Contents

Odds of a U.S. tourist visiting Niagara Falls:
1 in 195

Odds of being killed in a bus accident:
1 in 436,212

Odds of a vehicle being searched by Canadian customs:
1 in 384

Odds of a U.S. citizen being an American Express cardholder:
1 in 10

Odds of a married couple reaching their 25th anniversary:
1 in 6

Odds of getting sick on vacation:
1 in 9

Odds of vomiting on vacation:
1 in 6

Odds of a married couple making love on a given night:
1 in 5

Odds of seeing a shooting star:
1 in 5,800

Odds of the sun coming up:
1 in 1

Odds of surviving going over the Falls in a barrel:
1 in 3

Odds of a couple taking a second honeymoon to the same destination:
1 in 9

Odds of a U.S. citizen filing for bankruptcy:
1 in 17

Odds of surviving going over the Falls without a barrel:
1 in 1,500,000

Odds of a marriage proposal being accepted:
1 in 1.001

Odds of a 53‑year-old woman being a grandmother:
1 in 3

Odds of Heart playing “Crazy on You” in concert:
1 in 1

Odds of a black number coming up in roulette (European):
1 in 2.06

Odds of a couple making love on Valentine’s Day:
1 in 1.4

Odds of being served breakfast in bed on Valentine’s Day:
1 in 4

Odds of a jazz band playing “My Funny Valentine” on Valentine’s Day:
1 in 1

Odds of a married woman having an affair:
1 in 3

Odds of a lover proposing on Valentine’s Day:
1 in 17

Odds of winning an Olympic gold medal:
1 in 4,500,000

Odds of a couple fighting on Valentine’s Day:
1 in 5

Odds of the Cleveland Indians winning the World Series:
1 in 25,000

Odds of a divorced couple remarrying:
1 in 20,480

Odds of a U.S. tourist visiting Niagara Falls:
        
1 in 195

    The final weekend of their marriage, hounded by insolvency, indecision, and, stupidly, half secretly, in the never-distant past ruled by memory, infidelity, Art and Marion Fowler fled the country. North, to Canada. “Like the slaves,” Marion told her sister Celia. They would spend their last days and nights as man and wife as they’d spent the first, nearly thirty years ago, in Niagara Falls, as if, across the border, by that fabled and overwrought cauldron of new beginnings, away from any domestic, everyday claims, they might find each other again. Or at least Art hoped so. Marion was just hoping to endure it with some grace and get back home so she could start dealing with the paperwork required to become, for the first time in her life, a single-filing taxpayer.

They told their daughter Emma they were taking a second honeymoon.

“Plus they’re doing another open house here, so…” Marion, on the other line, qualified.

They weren’t good liars, they were just afraid of the truth and what it might say about them. They were middle-class, prey to the tyranny of appearances and what they could afford, or dare, which was part of their problem. They were too settled and practical for what they were doing, uncomfortable with desperate
measures. They could barely discuss the plan between themselves, as if, exposed to light and air, it might evaporate.

With Jeremy, it was enough to say they wanted to see the new casino, a Frank Gehry knockoff featured on the covers of Sunday travel sections and in‑flight magazines. He was impressed with the rate they’d gotten. Art had dug around online to find a bargain.

“Your father the high roller,” Marion joked.

The Valentine’s Getaway Special, it was called: $249, inclusive of meals and a stake of fifty Lucky Bucks toward table games.

They took the bus because it was part of the package, but now, burrowing through a dark wind tunnel of blowing snow somewhere on the outskirts of Buffalo, surrounded by much younger couples—including, frozen zoetropically in the light of oncoming cars, a fleshy pair in Harley gear necking directly across the aisle—they both wished they’d driven.

They’d already made their separate cases at home, so there was no sense going over it again. Art, ever the math major, always bringing matters back to the stingy reality of numbers, had pointed out it would save them fifty dollars in gas, not to mention parking, which Marion thought absurd, and typical. They were so far beyond the stage where fifty dollars might help—like this ridiculous gamble, betting their marriage, essentially, on the spin of a wheel—yet he clung to his old a‑penny-saved‑is‑a‑penny-earned bookkeeping, forgetting the ledger he was tending was drenched in red. Taking the bus represented yet another loss of control, giving themselves up to the hand of fate, or at least a sleep-deprived driver. The only reason she went along with
it—besides not wanting to fight—was that she wouldn’t have to worry about Art tailgating people the whole way in this weather, though of course she didn’t say that.

The bus, additionally, was supposed to provide them with cover, as if in gray middle age they weren’t invisible enough. From the beginning Art had conceived of the trip as a secret mission, a fantastic last-ditch escape from the snares of their real life, and while Marion refused to believe in the possibility, as at first she’d refused to believe the severity of their situation, she also knew they’d run out of options. The house had been on the market over a year now without a nibble. They would lose it—had already lost it, honestly. The question was, how much would it cost them?

Everything, barring a miracle. Art had already crunched the numbers, and after a necessary period of denial, Marion had conceded them, which was why they were barreling north on I‑90, Lake Erie a black void beyond the window.

Art just wanted to get there. The Indians gym bag on his lap with the leering, bucktoothed Chief Wahoo made him nervous, as if the banded packets of twenties fitted inside like bricks were stolen. He wouldn’t be able to relax until he’d locked them in the safe, along with the ring he’d managed to keep a secret from Marion. In love he wasn’t frugal, despite what she might say. In another mad surrender to extravagance, for seventy-five more dollars a night, he’d reserved one of the bridal suites on the top floor overlooking the Falls, and despite their guaranteed late arrival, he was afraid the front desk might have lost or ignored his request and given their room away.

Beside him, Marion lowered her mystery and massaged her neck as if she had a crick in it.

“I’m starving,” she said. “Aren’t you hungry?”

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