Part 15 (2/2)

”You know your mother can be ... well, difficult,” Evan told her with a weak smile. ”And determined. Most certainly determined. When she gets an idea into her head, there's no getting it out again.”

”I've wondered where you acquired that particular trait, my dear,” Alex said from his perch on the back of the couch as he lifted a gla.s.s of wine to his lips.

”Right,” Maggie shot back at him, but quietly. ”She's down, very nearly out, so hey, here's an idea-why not stomp on her? Thanks, Alex-just what I needed, to be compared to my mother.”

Sterling was clearly upset over the entire matter. ”You allowed her to banish the master from his own hearth? Oh, sir, excuse me for being so blunt, but you really shouldn't have countenanced that. I am a bachelor, I admit, and probably designed to remain so, but my own father gave me copious advice on the rights and privileges of a gentleman. One of those rights, sir, is the a.s.surance of his own chair by his own fireside. Oh, and a female as companion and helpmate. But, sir, not in charge. Never in charge. I think you should be best served to return home right now and a.s.sert your rights.”

Maggie had joined Alex behind the couch. ”Part of me agrees with Sterling,” she told him, ”while the modern woman in me wants to tell him he's a chauvinist pig who ought to remember he's now in the twenty-first century. The last part of me, of course, is laughing its b.u.t.t off at the idea that Dad would ever stand up to Mom.”

But, it would seem that Evan Kelly agreed with Sterling. ”It's as much my house as it is hers, isn't it? Not that it belongs to either of us,” he added, the spine he'd momentarily straightened somewhat collapsing again against the soft cus.h.i.+ons. ”She's probably already called Tate, and told him all about his horrible father, and demanded that Tate call me and tell me never to darken his door again.”

”Tate really owns the house, remember? Scoring points with Mom and Dad for being the good son, while at the same time using the house as a great investment that's going to make him big bucks someday,” Maggie reminded Alex. ”And, since my big brother has made an art out of playing one parent off the other for as long as I can remember, Dad probably has it right. Which leaves Dad to-”

”Move in with his favorite daughter?”

”Oh, Alex,” Maggie said, sagging against him. ”We've got to do something to get those two lovebirds back together.”

”Because you are a possible target for a killer and your father could somehow become an innocent victim?”

Maggie frowned, suddenly remembering what, only an hour earlier, had been the biggest problem in her life. ”Oh, right, that, too. I was thinking more of the idea that Dad would be here all the time ... and Sterling's across the hall with you all the time ... and I know I said we shouldn't do what we did, but let's get real here, Alex, okay? n.o.body only takes two bites of an apple.”

”I adore it when you try to avoid speaking frankly on what should be a simple subject for two people who have so recently been intimate.”

Maggie winced, barely holding back from clamping a hand over his big mouth. ”Would you shut up?” she growled at him. ”I write that stuff-I don't say that stuff. I most especially don't say that stuff with my own father sitting on the other side of the room. Cripes, Alex ...”

Evan Kelly swallowed down another mouthful of potato salad, having already explained that his wife had shown him the door before dinner, and looked at Maggie. ”I don't know how she knew.”

Maggie's eyes nearly popped out of her head-they actually hurt as she looked at her father. ”She knew? She knew what, Dad?”

”About Carol, of course,” Evan said, leaning forward to put down his empty bowl. ”I was listening on the extension when she called you to tell you about Carol. That's why I knew I could come here. I knew you'd understand.”

”Well ... well, you guessed wrong, Dad,” Maggie heard herself say, then winced, because she certainly wasn't helping her dad here, was she. ”I mean, I understand that Mom can be ... difficult. But to have an affair? After forty years? That is what we're talking about here, right? An affair? With ... with a little chippie named Christine-I mean, Carol.”

”Feeling a tad confused, my dear? Allow me to clarify for you. Christine would be the left-tenant's little chippie.”

”Shut up. That was not a Freudian slip,” Maggie told him, then left him and returned to the couch, to sit down facing her father. ”Are you going to divorce Mom and marry this Carol person? Because, hey, I'm fine with that. I mean, I'm grown, I'm gone-I have nothing to say about what you guys do. Although Maureen's probably going to figure out that that leaves her to take care of Mom, and she's either going to run away to join the circus or double up on her happy pills.” She raised her hands. ”But, hey, that doesn't matter, either. Your life, your decision. Tate will have a cow-that could be fun-and Erin? h.e.l.l, talk about ducks and backs.”

”Excuse me? Maggie, you're really upset, aren't you?” her father said, clasping his hands together on his knees. ”You left us, all of you, except Maureen, who probably should have. What does it matter what your mother and I do? I love Carol, Maggie, and your mother knows it.”

”Oh, G.o.d, you weren't supposed to say that,” Maggie told him, rubbing at her stinging eyes. ”You were supposed to ask me to help you get back with Mom. You've been married forever. You've got four kids. You ... you have a history. You can't be in love-you're married. This is just a ... an infatuation. Some midlife crisis thing. Why can't you just go home, buy a silk s.h.i.+rt and a gold neck chain, maybe a red sports car, and forget about this Carol woman?”

”Pardon me for interrupting your litany of suggestions, but Maggie? Your message light is blinking,” Alex told her. ”Perhaps messages from your mother? She may be worried about your father?”

Maggie jumped to her feet and leveled an accusing finger at her father. ”Yes! Yes, that's what it is! You left her all alone, and she doesn't know where you went, what you're doing, how you are-all that stuff. She wants you home, Dad. You two can work this out, you'll see. Counseling! Yes, that's what you need-counseling.” She looked at Alex. ”Hit the b.u.t.ton, okay, and turn up the volume.”

Alex inclined his head in agreement and pushed the appropriate b.u.t.ton on the answering machine a second before Maggie's brain kicked into Slightly More Rational Mode and she realized that her mother hadn't left a ”nice” message since answering machines had been invented.

There were three messages. All from Alicia Kelly.

Message One: ”Tell that no-good philandering tomcat that his clothes are on the back porch where the neighbors won't see them.”

Message Two: ”Evan? I've closed all our joint accounts. You're now as fiscally bankrupt as you are morally depraved.”

Message Three: ”Margaret, inform your father that he has a dentist appointment tomorrow at two.”

Well, at least the woman had been succinct.

Maggie, in a move born of desperation, latched on to that third message. ”Aha! You hear that? She's worried you'll miss your dental appointment. She cares.”

”Maggie, sweetings, let it go,” Alex told her, putting his hands on her shoulders and gently guiding her toward the hallway. ”Your father looks tired. I suggest you let me help you prepare the guest room for him, and we'll all revisit the situation in the morning.”

She dug in her heels. ”We can't do that, Alex. I'm a target, remember? You're the one who reminded me. I can't take the chance of exposing my dad to danger. I'll get him a room somewhere.” Ducking out from under Alex's hands, she returned to the living room. ”Dad, I'm going to get you a hotel room, all right? Just until we see how things go once Mom calms down.”

Evan Kelly got to his feet, which wasn't that imposing a sight, as he and Maggie might both be slightly built, but they were the Lilliputians in a family of near giants, his own wife topping him by a good three inches, as a matter of fact. ”Margaret, I don't think you heard me. I love Carol. I am not going back to your mother. Not unless she apologizes.”

Maggie shook her head, just to make sure her brains hadn't come loose and might rattle around inside her skull. She didn't usually take her mother's side in anything-she'd never taken her mother's side in anything-but this one hit her somewhere in the ”we're fellow females” place where she lived. ”You love this Carol person, but you want Mom to apologize? For what?”

”I'm not very good at this, am I? I don't really love Carol. I just said that. I lied. I'm sorry.”

”Okay ... I think. And you just said that to Mom, too, right, lied to her, too? But why should Mom be the one apologizing?”

Evan lowered his head, fairly whispering his next words. ”She had an affair with Walt Hagenbush. Ten years ago. She told me all about it on our wedding anniversary, three months ago. She told me she needed to confess what she'd done because-well, I'm not quite sure why. I think it's her menopause, truthfully. She hasn't been handling it well. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that nothing has been the same for us since she told me.”

Maggie sucked in three breaths before ever breathing out again. ”Mom-my mother-had an affair? Oh, that's just ridiculous. Who'd ever-no, scratch that, that isn't nice. But, seriously-who'd be that brave? Walter who? With Mom? Alex, I think I need a-”

”A brandy, I agree,” Alex said, already heading for the drinks table. ”Sterling, for reasons I don't care to delve into too deeply at the moment, you also would seem to be in need of a small restorative.”

”Yes, thank you so much, Saint Just,” Sterling said, taking a large white linen handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing it at his forehead. ”Our poor Maggie. We've never had a divorce in the family, have we? It's all so ... so sordid.”

Actually, as far as Maggie was concerned, it all was beginning to seem pretty stupid. Her mother had committed the worst sin in marriage. Not having an affair, although that was pretty bad, but telling her husband about it ten years later. Ten years! Who the h.e.l.l cared, ten years later?

Well, her father, obviously. He'd stewed, he'd simmered, and then he'd gone out and found Carol, the chippie. She said as much. ”So you went out and found Carol to get some of your own back on Mom, right?”

”Just so I could say that I'd had an affair, too, yes,” Evan agreed as Maggie dedicatedly nursed the snifter of brandy, hoping for numbness to set in somewhere besides her lips and molars.

”So did you? Or did you just tell Mom that you did?” Maggie grimaced as she looked at Alex. ”And do I really want to know the answer to that question?”

”No, my dear, I don't think you do. I also believe that you do not want to insinuate yourself between your mother and father in this matter, also a point toward keeping your knowledge as minimal as possible.”

”Too late, Alex-I'm already going to go to my grave thinking about my mother and some ... some Walter, Alicia Kelly, checking into a by-the-hour motel. G.o.d.”

”I should be going,” Evan said, getting to his feet. ”I called ahead and have a room at the Marriott waiting for me, but I felt sure your mother would try to contact me here. And don't worry about money, Maggie. I've maintained a MasterCard account in my own name for several months now. I do watch Dr. Phil now and then, you know. Cheaters have to be up to all the tricks. But your mother must know more of those tricks than I do, because she found me out, didn't she? Perhaps I wanted her to?”

”Oh, G.o.d,” Maggie said a few minutes later, once Alex had put her father into a cab and come back upstairs. ”I knew we were dysfunctional-but who could have imagined any of this? And you want to know the worst? It's Christmas. Who do I go to for Christmas? Mom or Dad? Hey, do you think I can just send them both cheese trays and stay home? I mean, there's got to be a pony hiding somewhere in this pile of-oh, never mind.”

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