As I was preparing to drive over to Anita’s Saturday afternoon,
Laurel phoned to say she wanted to bring the kitten to me that very evening.
She was very miffed when I told her that was impossible.
“But why?” she persisted. “Andrew said you agreed to take
it.”
“I did agree, but I’m not going to be home this evening,”
I explained, sounding a lot more patient than I felt.
“Where will you be?” she demanded.
It was really none of her business, but I told her anyway. “I’ll
be having dinner with Anita Carswell. We will mostly likely visit for a
long while after dinner.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed, at what I am not sure.
“That’s the other side of town.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Still, I could drop the kitten off at her place on the way home from
work.”
“You’re working today? It’s Saturday,” I reminded
her, knowing that she knew but feeling as if I wanted to be as annoying
as she was.
“Yes, I know it’s Saturday,” she replied, sounding irritated.
“But he has office hours.”
He, I knew, was her employer, the town’s young, industrious dentist.
“Going home to retrieve the kitten and then driving across town sounds
like unnecessary bother to me,” I said. “Why not wait until
tomorrow?”
“I won’t be available tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll
be in the city.”
“Well, then Monday,” I sighed.
“I can’t leave the kitten alone for two nights,” she grumbled.
“It’d tear the house apart.”
“Oh, come now, Laurel!” I said, finally letting myself sound
impatient. “I will not be available to take the kitten tonight.”
“Well, I suppose I could take it with me to Andrew’s.”
Aha! I smirked. “So, you are spending the night with my son.”
“It’s not what you think,” she said, sounding defensive.
“He invited me to a concert, and it will be too late to drive home
alone when it ends. And since I’m going to be there anyway, he suggested
I spend the day with him.”
“And the next night,” I observed dryly. “Laurel, my son
is a grown man. What he does is up to him, but I think you ought to aware
that he is particularly likely to be attracted to you because you are in
a vulnerable state right now. Once you are more yourself, well, he will
be less amiable.” I experienced a pang as I said this, feeling disloyal,
She giggled. “Oh, I intend to let him take care of me for as long
as he likes.”
“So one controlling man in your life wasn’t enough?” I
challenged her.
Her giggle got louder. “I’ve got to go, Mrs. Euler,” she
said. “My break is over.”
As she hung up, I heard her say quite distinctly, “Andrew isn’t
anything like Handsome. I can handle him.”
I got to Anita’s a half-hour later than I’d planned. Mirabelle
was unusually busy, and many of the customers were people I knew and had
to greet, some at great length. I do not like to be late, and I was in
less than good temper when I pulled up at Anita’s house. If truth
be told, my conversation with Laurel had irritated me more than I wished
to admit. Her insistence had felt intrusive, and I didn’t like the
sound of that “I can handle Andrew.”
Anita came to the door before I had a chance to knock. I handed her the
cheesecake and walked in to the house, only to wonder if I was hallucinating.
There in her living room as a black and white kitten playing with what
appeared to be its mirror image in gray. “Good grief, Anita!”
I called out. “You’ve got two kittens.”
Anita laughed as she walked in to join me. “No, only the black one
is mine. The gray is yours. What are you going to call her?”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I replied, going over to
the kittens and kneeling down. Molly, the little black and white ball
of fluff came over and sniffed me. Then she turned away disdainfully and
stalked off in search of a more interesting object. The gray kitten hesitated,
then came over and batted at me with her paw. I scooped her up, and she
began to meow loudly and insistently. Her meows were extremely penetrating.
“Such a small animal,” I said, “and such loud noises!”
She continued to protest until I put her down on the floor. Then she went
off to join her sister. Once she was safely out of reach, she sat down
and proceeded to groom herself energetically, meowing occasionally.
“That one should get a gig as an opera star, she sings so loudly,
“ I observed to Anita.
“Yes,” she agreed, “Perhaps you ought to name her Diva.”
I nodded. “I like that,” I said. “Perhaps I will.”
Anita brought out some appetizers and we sat in the living room watching
the kittens for a while before I asked, “When did Laurel bring Diva
by?”
Anita smiled. “About an hour after she spoke to you.”
I winced. “I hope she called first.”
“Yes, she knows better than to show up here without phoning first.
I told her to bring the kitten and also the pens in question, as well
as the stack of letters.”
I looked at her blankly. “What pens? Which letters?”
Anita raised her eyebrows. “Marian, don’t you remember why
you’ve come here?” she asked.
“Of course, I do!” I snapped, but in truth, the reason had
slipped my mind momentarily with all my worry about my conflict with Andrew
and James.
“Well,” Anita said softly with a smile and a nod at the appetizers,
“I suggest we have a bite to eat and then I’ll tell you the
story you’ve been pestering me about. Complete with props.”
We ate the appetizers and watched the kittens some more. Diva liked to
chase her tail. She also liked to chase Molly’s tail. Molly preferred
bouncing off the walls to chasing Diva, but she fought back when harassed.
“Supposedly they practice their hunting skills this way,”
Anita observed, laughing. “Though I must admit that I find it hard
to see a connection between hunting and the behavior of those two.”
“Well,” I said as the kittens batted at each other and then
rolled on the floor biting each other’s paws, “it gives a
whole new meaning to the term sibling rivalry.”
Anita sighed. “Andrew and James are really on your mind, aren’t
they?”
I nodded. “Oh, I meant to tell you that I spoke with James. That
was before Andrew came up with the idea of mediation. We had a very pleasant
conversation for a change.” Anita smiled encouragingly, so I went
on. “He said he’d gotten inspiration for his prize-winning
piece from a fig tree.” I shook my head. “Quintessential James.”
“Well, why not a fig tree?” Anita responded calmly.
I shrugged. “He was sitting out near the tree and suddenly felt
the tree and he were one. Or something like that. I was so flustered when
he told me that I forgot to get a lot of the practical details about the
competition or the prize. I did learn that what pleased him most was the
chance to hear the piece played professionally. I didn’t even find
out exactly when he and Patricia were leaving or coming back.” I
shook my head. “Oneness with a fig tree!”
“Does it really gall you so much that your son has mystical leanings?”
Anita asked.
“No, not really. It used to drive Lawrence crazy though.”
“So you’ve said,” Anita replied. “But it has always
seemed that nearly everything about James drove him crazy.”
“Well, you know he wasn’t happy about James’ birth,”
I said, picking up a piece of flat bread and spreading olive paste on
it. “That was really the beginning of our problems. Two children
was one too many for Lawrence.”
Anita looked at me sympathetically, and I shook my head again. “But
that’s the past, isn’t it? I can’t keep looking backwards
and hoping to find the key to the present.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Anita replied. She took
a deep breath. “Are you sure Andrew and James know how Lawrence
happened to father Phoebe?”
I chuckled but without any real humor. “He told them. I insisted
on it.”
“And you know that for a fact?”
I felt myself getting irritated and was about to snap at Anita when Molly
scratched at my leg.
“Stop that, you little monkey!” I said as she clawed her way
up into my lap. She merely purred loudly in reply. I took a deep breath.
“When Lawrence returned from his trip out west, he didn’t,
as you know, tell me that he’d even seen Jenny again. I had no idea
that he even know where she lived. Or cared, for that matter. She and
I had remained in touch, but I had no idea that the two of them had…
How did Lawrence put it? They’d ‘had an encounter, for old
time’s sake’.” I snorted. “Eventually Jenny wrote
me and told me she was pregnant. She didn’t say it was with Lawrence’s
child. I only found that out later, after she became so sick and I went
out to see her.”
I took another deep breath, and Anita said, “You don’t have
to get into all this, you know.” But since I’d started, I
continued.
“I returned from that visit and confronted Lawrence, who admitted
that the child was his. I was furious and threw him out. Of course, it
was hard to take care of the boys by myself. But I was not about to share
my life with such a man, a man who’d…well, done what he’d
done with my best friend.”
“But you relented,” Anita said softly.
“Yes, I did. But only when it became clear that Jenny was dying.
She was superstitious and felt sure that her death was punishment for
what she thought of as her sin.” I felt my eyes tear up. “It
was very hard, you see, because I’d blamed her as much as Lawrence
and was not about to forgive her. Until I saw her again three months before
she died.”
I felt as if I were being melodramatic and rubbed the backs of my hands
over my eyes. “I promised her I’d take Lawrence back and take
in her little girl.” I sighed. “Their little girl. She said
that knowing that would allow her to die in peace.
“Once she was gone, I did as I’d promised her. Lawrence moved
back in, but I imposed the condition that he tell the boys that Phoebe
was his daughter and that he explain the circumstances of her birth once
they were old enough to understand.”
“And you know that he did that?”
I nodded. “He took them off for a day in the city. They went to
a baseball game, and after that, on the way home, he told them.”
“Or at least he said so to you,” Anita said softly.
I stared at her. “You think they don’t know?” I whispered,
shocked.
She shrugged. “I’ve had my doubts that James knows,”
she said. “How old was he when Lawrence took them to that baseball
game?”
“Old enough to understand,” I insisted. “He was eight.
Andrew ten.”
“That was the year they went away to school, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. “So what?”
“So, if Lawrence told them what you think he told them…”
she began, but I interrupted her with, “What he swore he told them!”
“It’s possible that James forgot or repressed it since it
was no doubt associated in his mind with the trauma of being sent to military
school. He was truly miserable there, you know.”
I glared at Anita. “Yes, I know how my own son felt, thank you very
much!”
Even as I said it, I heard a small voice in my head reminding me that
I hadn’t known how traumatic Andrew had found growing up as the
child of undertakers. I sighed, and Anita leaned over and put her hand
on mine for a second.
“I hate to say this, Marian, but I think you and Andrew and James
need to talk about Phoebe’s place in your family. You need to know
for sure how much they know, how they feel, and why they feel as they
do.”
“I know how they feel,” I snapped. “They hate her and
want to deprive her of her inheritance. I’m not a complete fool!”
Anita didn’t respond to my fit of temper. “Andrew and James
are very different,” she explained, and I wished she didn’t
sound so rational. “They have very different reactions everything,
so why not to Phoebe?”
I shrugged but said nothing.
“From what I’ve been able to surmise on the basis of my admittedly
limited contact with them, Andrew is much more opportunistic in his likes
and dislikes than James, who is much more likely to be driven by his emotions.”
“Hmmph,” I mumbled, since I couldn’t help myself, “James
shows all the emotion of a block of wood.”
“What he shows and what he feels are two very different matters,”
Anita said gently. “And you’ve got to get to the bottom of
it.”
“We have to, you mean,” I retorted. “Remember, you’ve
agreed to meditate.”
“Between you and Andrew, yes, but James is a different matter,”
she replied.
“Why? He can be in on the process by phone,” I insisted.
“That’s ridiculous, Marian, she said firmly. “You need
to talk face to face.”
“And just how is that supposed to happen?” I demanded.
“You’re going to visit him,” she said simply, as if
stating a foregone conclusion.
“What? Are you out of your mind?” I shouted so loudly that
Molly, who’d jumped to the floor after a few minutes in my lap,
leaped in the air and then hid behind the sofa, and Diva scampered into
the kitchen.
“What is so unreasonable about your going to visit your son?”
she demanded.
“I haven’t been invited, first of all. And second, well, we
have horrible contact whenever we’re together.”
“And when was the last time you were together?” she demanded.
I didn’t answer. She and I both knew I hadn’t seen my son
in over ten years.
“Don’t you think it’s time?” she asked.
“I can’t just show up at the farm uninvited,” I replied.
“But you can ask to visit,” she said.
“That would just make James uncomfortable.”
She shook her head. “You may be surprised.”
I thought it unlikely and said so.
“You never know until you try, Marian.”
I hated it when she lobbed clichés at me, and I told her so. Then
we went into dinner.
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