AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She took another sip of her martini and went out onto the deck. From the railing, she saw the barest outline of Bainbridge Island. Moonlight painted the forested hills silver. She wanted to look away but couldnt. It had been three weeks since the broadcast. Twenty-one days. Her heart still felt cracked beyond repair. The things Kate had said to her kept running on an endless loop through her mind. And when she managed to forget, she saw them in print, in People magazine or on the Internet. Her own mother didnt even love her . . . theres your icon: a woman so warm and caring, shes probably never said I love you to another human being . . .
How could Kate have said that? And then not called to apologize . . . or to say hello . . . or even to wish her a happy birthday?
She finished the drink and set the empty glass on the table beside her, still staring out across the black expanse of water. Behind her, she heard the phone ring. She knew it! She ran back into the condo, pushed through the people crowded in her living room, and went into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Hello," she said, a little out of breath.
"Hey, Tully, happy birthday. "
"Hey, Mrs. M. I knew youd call. I could come down and see you and Mr. M. right now. We could—"
"You have to make things right with Katie. "
She sat down on the end of her bed. "I was only trying to help. "
"But you didnt help. Surely you see that?"
"Did you hear the things she said to me on TV? I was trying to help her and she told all of America . . . " She couldnt even say it. That was how much it still hurt. "She owes me an apology. "
There was a long pause on the other end, then a tired sigh. "Oh, Tully. "
She heard the disappointment in Mrs. M. s voice, and she felt like a kid again in the police station. No words came to her, for once.
"I love you like a daughter," Mrs. M. finally said. "You know that, but . . . "
Like a daughter. There was a whole sea in that single word, an ocean of distance.
"You have to see how you hurt her. "
"What about how she hurt me?"
"What your mother did to you is a crime, Tully. " Mrs. M. made a sad sound, then said, "Bud is calling me. I better go. Im sorry for the way things are, but I need to go now. "
Tully didnt even say goodbye. She just quietly hung up the phone. The truth shed been trying to outrun landed on her chest, so heavy she could hardly breathe.
Everyone she loved was a member of Kates family, not her own, and when the chips were down, they took sides.
And where was she left, then?
As the old song said, alone again. Naturally.
She got up slowly, and returned to her party, surprised that shed been so blind. If there was one central lesson of her life, it was this: people leave. Parents. Lovers.
Friends.
In the room full of acquaintances and colleagues, she smiled brightly, made small talk, and went straight to the bar.
It wasnt so hard to act normal, to pretend she was happy. It was what shed done for so much of her life. Acted.
Only with Katie had she ever really been herself.
By the following autumn, Kate had stopped waiting for Tully to call. In the long months of their estrangement, shed settled—albeit uncomfortably—into a rarefied and contained world, a kind of snow globe of her own creation. At first, of course, shed cried about their lost friendship, ached for what had been, but in time, she accepted that there would be no apology from Tully, that if one were to be offered it would have to—as always—come from her.
The story of their lives.
Kates ego, usually such a fluid and convenient thing, became solid on this point. For once, she would not yield.
And so the time passed, and the curved glass walls of the snow globe hardened. Less and less often she thought of Tully, and when she did, she learned to stop crying about it and go on.
