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Brooke is listening to James, but she’s also still stunned by Electra’s audacity. Who approaches a group of women at lunch and accuses one of the women of sleeping with another woman’s dead husband? Being provocative is Electra’s superpower—but something is niggling at Brooke. It’s the thing Electra said at Slip 14 when she was telling Brooke about bumping into Matthew.I think we caught him by surprise.Maybe what Electra meant was that Matthew was with a woman?Maybe,Brooke thinks.But it certainly wasn’t Gigi!
Caroline is worried about her mother.Are you okay?she texts.
Yes, darling, everything is fine. See you when you get back to the house.
She sounds normal; she’s probably at home prepping the dough for the pizza party tonight. Gigi will help her with the toppings, and they’ll laugh about what a fiend Electra is.
Caroline pulls out her camera and takes what has to be the most breathtaking footage of the weekend. As soon as the sloop leaves the Boat Basin, Captain Jim raises the sails; they rumble in the wind. He cuts the motor and the world quiets; they glide past the beach at Brant Point Light, where a gentleman is surf-casting and little kids are building a sandcastle. The kids wave and Caroline and Brooke wave back. Caroline films the stately summer homes that front the harbor. There’s nothing like seeing Nantucket from the water to make you fall in love with the island all over again.
Dru-Ann moves up to the bow and enjoys the feel of the wind against her face. Okay, that was a nice moment where she was present and calm—but now she has to check in on St. Andrews. She gasps: McIlroy’s drive at eighteen lands in the water. That’s going to be… challenging to come back from. Phineas is next. He hits a beauty, straight up the fairway.Holy cow,she thinks. He has a chance.He has a chance!
He had a dream he was going to win.
“Hey.”
Dru-Ann looks up from her phone. Tatum sits down next to her. “I know I’ve been a real bitch this weekend.”
You?Dru-Ann thinks.
“I thought maybe we could talk,” Tatum says.
“Now?” Dru-Ann says. She wanted to clear the air with Tatum all weekend and at this moment, when Dru-Ann’s attention needs to be elsewhere, Tatum is finally ready. It figures.
“Yes, now.”
Well, sure, why not make things as cinematic as possible?Dru-Ann thinks. They’re sitting on the bow of a sailboat—a Friendship sloop!—with the sun on their faces and the wind in their hair. Although it pains her, Dru-Ann sets her phone down. “Okay, shoot.”
“I’m sure you think it’s juvenile or petty or whatever that I’ve held a grudge for so long.”
Dru-Ann sighs. “We were young; I was territorial about my friendship with Hollis.” She clears her throat. “But so were you, Tatum.”
“You said that horrible thing to me at Hollis’s wedding.”
“It was meant to be a joke,” Dru-Ann says. “But if you’d like me to formally apologize for it, I’ll do so now. I’m sorry, Tatum. What I said was crass, thoughtless, and not at all funny.”
“It was more than just that joke,” Tatum tells her. “It was also the bachelorette weekend and the way you made unilateral decisions without considering other people’s socioeconomic circumstances.” Kyle would be amused that Tatum is using all her big words, but Tatum has been planning this speech for a long, long time. What was SAT prepforif not to teach you words that will intimidate your enemy?
It’s the fall of 1998: Hollis’s wedding is the following February, and Dru-Ann is the maid of honor. Hollis informs Dru-Ann that Tatum is “also” maid—well, matron—of honor and Tatum’s one request is that she walk down the aisle last. This irks Dru-Ann, who says, “Why do you always give in to her? You’ve been doing it your whole life.”
Hollis says, “I’ve known her my whole life. She’s like a sister. Please, Dru, be the bigger person and roll with this.”
Dru-Ann is (obviously) the bigger person, and fine, she’ll roll with it. Her own “one request” is planning the bachelorette weekend in Boston.
It will be epic. They’ll spend two nights at the Ritz-Carlton on Arlington Street; they’ll hit the North End for Italian on Friday night, shop Newbury Street on Saturday, get massages at the hotel spa, and on Saturday night, they’ll do a fancy dinner at Biba. Dru-Ann sends a letter to each of the girls on Hollis’s list, outlining the activities and estimating the cost, depending on what kind of room they want at the Ritz. (Dru-Ann is booking a suite and inviting Hollis to share with her.)
Dru-Ann estimated the total cost of the weekend for each bridesmaid to be between six and seven hundred dollars, because in addition to their own expenses, they would split Hollis’s costs.
I can’t go,Tatum thinks.It’s too much money. The Ritz, Sorellina, a massage?Tatum waits tables at the Lobster Trap, but by November they’re closed for the season. Tatum is pulling a couple of shifts at the Anglers Club. She makes, maybe, three hundred bucks a week. She has a car payment, and she and Kyle are saving to buy a house.
She calls Hollis to tell her she can’t swing the bachelorette weekend and Hollis, predictably, goes into problem-solving mode. Tatum can skip the massage, she can skip the Ritz altogether. Why doesn’t she stay in Hollis’s apartment, a ten-minute walk away? All she’ll have to pay for then is the boat and bus to Boston and her meals.
“You can’t miss the weekend, Tay. You’re my matron of honor.”
It’s the first time Tatum and Dru-Ann have met in person. Dru-Ann hugs Tatum right away, saying, “I feel like I know everything about you. Seriously,everything.Hollis never stops talking about you.”
This is such a nice thing to say!Tatum thinks. But it turns out to be window dressing. Dru-Ann spends the rest of the weekend making Tatum feel irrelevant—like a second-class citizen, the weak link. Tatum stays in Hollis’s apartment instead of the hotel and she misses the best parts of the weekend—the room-service breakfasts, the champagne that Dru-Ann orders to the suite before they go out, the late-night chatting and gossiping. Tatum skips the massage; she follows mutely along as the other girls shop at Kate Spade and Pierre Deux on Newbury Street. She orders chicken at dinner while everyone else gets crab, lobster, foie freaking gras. She’s constantly obsessing about how much money she’s spending or might spend in the next hour. It’s exhausting. On the way back to Hollis’s apartment Saturday night, she buys a lottery ticket. If she wins ten million dollars, she’ll book a suite at the hotel that second and cover everyone else’s bills as well. There will be caviar for breakfast, and a stretch limo—not a Peter Pan bus—will take her back to the Cape.
She doesn’t win; of course she doesn’t. Back in Hollis’s apartment, she calls Kyle and cries.
