Page 117 of Summer Island


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“Yes?” Nora drew the word out, gave it at least three syllables.

“There was a thing in Liz Smiths column this week, one of those gossipy hints she loves to make-you know the ones. It sorta made it sound as if someone was writing a tell-all story about you. An ugly one. ”

“Thats hardly-”

“Its supposed to be by someone close to you. ” Nora released her breath in a sigh. She wasnt surprised; shed expected this, and yet still it hurt. “I see. ”

“And your housekeeper said you ripped up parking tickets and threw away jury summonses. Some guy on the city council said they were going to launch an investigation. ”

That was it. “Good-bye, Dee,” Nora said, uncertain as to whether her assistant was still talking or not.

She hung up the phone and wrenched the cupboard doors open.

There they were: the cheap, yellow crockery plates shed bought at a garage sale a lifetime ago. She picked one up, felt the heft of it in her hand. And hesitated.

There was no point in making a mess.

Launch an investigation.

She wound her arm back and threw the plate. it went flying through the air and smacked the wall by the arch, shattering.

Like Eyes Wide Shut . . . group sex.

She threw another one. It hit with a satisfying smack.

Open marriage . . . lousy tipper.

Another plate flew.

There were bits and pieces of china everywhere now; dents in the walls, scratches in the paint. Nora was breathing heavily. And smiling.

She should have tried this years ago. It actually helped. She reached for another plate.

Ten-million-dollar lawsuit

And sent it sailing across the room.

Just then, Ruby came running downstairs.

“What in the he-” She ducked, flung a protective hand across her face. The plate brushed past her head and hit the wall. When the pieces clattered to the floor; she hesitantly looked up. “Jesus, Mom . . . if you dont like the plates, buy a new set. ”

Nora sank to her knees on the hard, cold floor. She laughed until tears leaked out of her eyes . . . and then she was crying.

She buried her face in her han

ds, ashamed to let her daughter see her like this, but she couldnt seem to stop . . .

It was too much for her suddenly, all of it-Erics illness, her career; her ruined reputation.

She felt lonely, and old. A woman whod traded everything in her life for a treasured gold coin, and found that in a heavy rain, the gold had washed off, leaving an ordinary bit of copper in her hand.

She looked up at Ruby, saw her daughter through a blurry curtain of tears.

“Mom?” Ruby knelt in front of her. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

“In that Courtney Love, presurgery, after-concert sort of way. ” She reached out, pushed a damp strand of hair out of Noras eyes. “What happened?”

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