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Meryl pats Blake's hand. "Go eat breakfast."
"I'm fine," he says.
"And take a shower while you're at it." She makes a gesture like she thinks he stinks. "Right, Kat?"
"Absolutely."
He kisses her on the cheek. "I'll give you an hour. I love you."
"I love you, too," she says.
Funny, I've never heard anyone in the Sterling family use those words before.
They sound good.
I move aside to give Blake room to pass. His body brushes against mine, waking up all my tired nerves.
I steal his seat. "How are you feeling?"
Meryl motions to her IV. "Fantastic. This must be half morphine. I'm very comfortable."
I let out a half-laugh, half-gasp. Take a long sip of coffee to give myself time to think. "Your room is really clean."
She laughs. "That's a nice look on the bright side. I like that about you, Kat." Her voice softens. "You're so sweet to come see me."
She motions for my coffee and I hand it to her.
"Even if you're in it for the sex." Her expression fills with delight as she sips her java. "You forget the little things in life. They're what matters—the taste of a good cup of coffee, the joy of sex with someone you're mad about—"
My cheeks go bright red. "Jesus."
She laughs. "Believe me, honey. Life moves so fast. You've been busy surviving, I know, but you can't forget the little things."
"Please, no more about sex," I say.
She returns my cup of coffee. "Okay, the cherry blossoms in the spring. You must love those to plan your wedding around them." She folds her hands. "Have you reconsidered marrying Blake?"
"I suppose this is what it would be like if my mom was around—she'd be pestering me about when I was getting married."
Meryl smiles. "I like you together, but you have to follow your heart. I should have done that. I never would have married Orson."
"You didn't love him?" I ask.
"No. I thought I did. But that was hormones talking." She looks out the window at the bright blue sky. "Maybe you're right to stick to your guns."
"I'm sure Blake will be happy." I press my fingers into the porcelain mug. "I hope he'll be happy."
"Make me a promise, sweetheart?"
"Not until I know what it is," I say.
Her expression gets serious. "Give my son another chance."
"Meryl."
"One date. One chance to change your mind."
"It's really not fair for you to ask." I stare into my coffee cup. "It's not like I can say no."
"Like I told you, you have to grab what you want and hold on for dear life." She leans back into her bed. "Now, Blake told me you're applying to schools. I want to hear all about it."
I go over every single detail about my applications—the deadlines, the portfolio requirements, the different cities where I might end up. I even tell her I have no chance of paying without a scholarship.
She listens and responds thoughtfully. It's nice to have someone looking out for me. Even if she won't be around much longer.
We don't stop until Fiona arrives. I excuse myself and spend the rest of the morning working on another vignette.
Chapter 35
Meryl sends us to lunch at a nearby restaurant, insisting she needs the time to visit with her lawyer alone.
Fiona excuses herself and disappears in her car.
Blake and I eat at a nearby chain restaurant. Honestly, I don't taste a thing. I'm not even sure what I'm eating.
We walk back home hand in hand. Blake squeezes my fingers until they're white.
I study his expression, but it doesn't help me put anything together. It never does.
At home, Meryl is sipping coffee on the couch with Fiona.
She mutters something about not wasting away in her bed. We all pretend like she didn't remind us she's dying.
We pass the afternoon with coffee and cake, reminiscing about easier times.
Meryl brings up every embarrassing moment from Blake and Fiona's childhoods. The room gets bright with laughter.
The sun sets. We order pizza. I taste everything. The tangy tomatoes, the gooey cheese, the crisp crust. Perfect New York pizza. And rich red wine to go with it.
Meryl waves her night nurse away, asking him to wait in the den. She rearranges the chess pieces.
"Fancy losing to your mother?" she asks Blake.
"No, but I could stand to destroy her," he teases.
"I'll give you a fighting chance and take black."
Blake laughs.
It still makes me warm.
Blake is happy.
And there's love all around us. It's beautiful. Sweet.
Meryl wins every game. We stay at that table, talking and laughing until the wee hours of the morning. Even Fiona is nice to me. No sign she still wants to get rid of me.
Meryl hugs me goodnight. "Whatever happens, honey, it's been great getting to know you."
I know she's gone the minute I wake up. There's something different in the air—an ugly stillness.
I throw off the comforter and rush into the hallway. Blake and Fiona are sitting at the kitchen table. She's crying into her coffee cup, and he's comforting her.
I squeeze the railing. "Is she… did she?"
Blake looks up at me. He nods. "She died around five this morning."
My stomach twists. I scratch at the railing. Tiny flakes of wood peel off under my fingernails.
Meryl is gone.
I force myself to breathe. It's not as hard as I thought it would be. She was happy. She was at peace.
And, whatever happens, it was great getting to know her.
It really is going to be okay.
Chapter 36
Everything blurs together.
Blake takes over organizing.
I sit on the couch, staring at my sketchbook like it will offer some comfort. It does, but it's not enough.
Fiona is a wreck. She stays in her room so no one will see her cry. It's an admirable strategy.
I manage to sleep a little.
In the morning, I manage to eat a little breakfast. Drink a little coffee. Change into the black dress I brought for the occasion.
I even manage to listen to a few eulogies at the funeral.
Meryl told me to find what I want, and grab it, because no one else would give it to me. Because that was the only way I'd ever get it.
I owe it to her to try.
A man in a suit taps me on the shoulder. He's in his fifties. He looks every bit the quiet suit.
"Miss Katrina Wilder?" he asks.
I nod.
"You're a named beneficiary of Miss Sterling's will. Please come with me."
"Yeah, sure." My senses catch on slowly. I'm a named beneficiary. That means Meryl left me something in her will.
I follow the lawyer through a crowded hallway, to an office in the back of the building.
Blake and Fiona are already inside.
Fiona isn't wearing her wedding ring.
Maybe she's okay with the divorce. She must know it's what her mom wanted.
Blake's eyes catch mine. They bore into mine. They demand everything I have to give.
I swallow hard. "Hi."
He nods back. "Hi."
The lawyer clears his throat. "Miss Wilder, please, take a seat." He motions to the empty chair.
I sit.
He shifts behind the desk and pulls out a contract. "Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Crane."
"Miss Sterling," Fiona corrects him.
"Of course, Miss Sterling. You know that your mother left most of her estate to charity."
They nod of course.
"But there was a last-minute change," he says. "To add Miss Wilder as a beneficiary."
"What?" Fiona's eyes go wide. She looks to Blake really?
He shrugs how should I know?
"Miss Sterling, your mother left you the house. With some instructions." He reads a passage from the will. "God knows, Blake isn't going to grace my home with children. Fiona, sweetie, it's yours. Enjoy it. Find a new man, one a million times better than your soon-to-be-ex-husband and fill it with love."
She wipes her eyes. "Thank you, Larry."
The lawyer, Larry, I guess, nods. "Mr. Sterling. I'm afraid Meryl left you nothing of material value. Only the chess set."
Fiona laughs but not in a smug way. It's more like she appreciates how much it meant to them.
"Miss Wilder—" he looks me in the eyes. "Let me read this." Larry looks at the will. "To my new friend Katrina Wilder, I leave two hundred thousand dollars. Sweetheart, I hope you'll use that money for your college education, but it's yours. Go out and grab what you want."
My heart skips a beat.
Two hundred thousand dollars. That can't be right.
"Miss Wilder." The lawyer is staring at me. "Are you going to be okay?"
I must be blushing. I must be beet red.
Everyone is staring.
And I'm not breathing.
I'm…
Two hundred thousand dollars.
That's ridiculous.
That's a fortune.
That's everything.
I force words from my lips. "Can you read that again?"
He begins. "It's two hundred thousand dollars, Katrina."
Two hundred thousand dollars. All the money I need for college.
Larry continues. "I can go over the details of the charities if you'd like."
"No, thank you." Fiona stands, brushing her perfect black outfit smooth. "I should get to the house for the memorial." She looks at Blake. "Are you coming?"
