Part 29 (1/2)
”I wanted to be a professional tennis player because, I mean, can you imagine anything more wonderful than making a living playing the game you loved?”
He heard Suzze's voice: ”Kitty was a great player, wasn't she?” ”Kitty was a great player, wasn't she?”
”I can't, no.”
”But if you're really good, really talented, everyone tries to make it stop being fun. Why is that?”
”I don't know.”
”Why, as soon as we show promise, do they take away the beauty and make it all about winning? They sent us to these ridiculously compet.i.tive schools. They pitted us against our friends. It wasn't enough for you to succeed-your friends had to fail. Suzze explained this to me, like I didn't already get it. Me, who lost my entire career. She knew better than anyone what tennis meant to me.”
Myron stayed very still, afraid to break the spell. He waited for Kitty to say more, but she didn't. ”So Suzze came here to apologize?”
”Yes.”
”And what did she tell you?”
”She told me”-Kitty's gaze moved past him, toward the window shade-”that she was sorry for ruining my career.”
Myron tried to keep his expression blank. ”How did she ruin your career?”
”You didn't believe me, Myron.”
He did not reply.
”You thought that I got pregnant on purpose. To trap your brother.” Her smile was eerie now. ”So dumb when you stop and think about it. Why would I do that? I was seventeen years old. I wanted to be a professional tennis player, not a mother. Why would I intentionally get pregnant?”
Hadn't Myron thought something similar recently? ”I'm sorry about that,” he said. ”I should have known better. The pill isn't a hundred percent. I mean, we learned that first week of health cla.s.s in seventh grade, right?”
”But you didn't believe that, did you?”
”At the time, no. And I'm sorry about that.”
”Another apology,” she said with a shake of her head. ”Also too late. But of course you're wrong.”
”Wrong about what?”
”About the pill not working. See, that's what Suzze came to tell me. She said she did it almost as a prank at first. But think about it. Suzze knew that I was religious-that I'd never have an abortion. So what would be the best way to eliminate me, her toughest compet.i.tor?”
Suzze's voice from two nights ago. ”My parents explained to me that everything is fair in compet.i.tion. You do whatever you have to to win. . . .” ”My parents explained to me that everything is fair in compet.i.tion. You do whatever you have to to win. . . .”
”My G.o.d.”
Kitty nodded as if to confirm. ”That's what Suzze came here to tell me. She switched out my birth control pills. That's how I ended up pregnant.”
It made sense. Stunning sense maybe, but it all fit. Myron took a second, let it all sink in. Suzze had been troubled two nights ago when the two of them sat on the balcony. Now he understood why-the talk about guilt, the dangers of being overly compet.i.tive, the regrets of the past-it was all a little clearer now.
”I had no idea,” Myron said.
”I know. But that doesn't really change anything, does it?”
”I guess not. Did you forgive her?”
”I let her have her say,” Kitty went on. ”I let her talk and explain everything in full detail. I didn't interrupt her. I didn't ask her any questions. And when she finished, I stood up, walked across this very room, and I hugged her. I hugged her hard. I hugged her for a very long time. And then I said, 'Thank you.' ”
”For what?”
”That's what she asked. And if you're on the outside, I understand the question. Look at what I've become. What, you have to wonder, would my life be like now if she didn't change the pills? Maybe I would have gone on and been the tennis champion everyone predicted, winning majors and traveling the world in luxury, all that. Maybe Brad and I would have stayed together and had children after I retired, right about now maybe, and lived happily ever after. Maybe. But what I know for sure-the only thing I know for sure-is that if Suzze hadn't switched my pills there would be no Mickey.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
”Whatever else happened-what other tragedies followed-Mickey makes up for it ten times over. The fact is, whatever Suzze's motive, Mickey is here because of her. The greatest gift G.o.d ever gave me-because of what she did. So not only did I forgive her, but I thanked her because every day, no matter how messed up I get, I get on my knees and thank G.o.d for that beautiful, perfect boy.”
Myron stood there stunned. Kitty moved past him, back into the main room, and then across to the kitchen area. She opened the fridge. There wasn't much but it was laid out neatly. ”Mickey went food shopping,” she said. ”Would you like something to drink?”
”No.” Then: ”So what did you confess to Suzze?”
”Nothing.”
Kitty was lying. She started glancing around again.
”So why did she go from here to Karl Snow's ice cream parlor?”
”I don't know,” Kitty said. The sound of a car startled her upright. ”Oh my G.o.d.” She slammed the refrigerator door closed and peered under a pulled shade. The car pa.s.sed, but Kitty didn't relax. Her eyes were wide with paranoia again. She backed herself into a corner, glancing about as though the furniture might leap up and attack her. ”We need to pack.”
”And go where?”
She opened up a closet. Mickey's clothes-all on hangers, s.h.i.+rts folded up top. Man, this kid was neat. ”I want my gun back.”
”Kitty, what's going on?”
”If you found us . . . It's not safe.”
”What's not safe? Where's Brad?”
Kitty shook her head, pulling a suitcase out from under the couch. She started dumping Mickey's clothes into it. Watching this strung-out heroin addict-there was no nicer way to put that-a strange yet obvious realization came to Myron.
”Brad wouldn't do this to his family,” Myron said.
That made her slow down.
”Whatever else may be going on-and I don't know if you're really in danger, Kitty, or if you've fried your brain into a state of irrational paranoia-but I know my brother. He wouldn't leave you and his son alone like this-you strung out and afraid for your life, real or imagined.”
Kitty's face crumbled a piece at a time. Her voice was a childlike whine. ”It isn't his fault.”
Whoa. Myron knew to proceed slowly here. He took a half step closer to her and spoke as gently as he could. ”I know that.”
”I'm so scared.”
Myron nodded.