mall.â
âAnything else going on?â
All systems went on red alert, but I managed a careless chuckle and said, âThis and that. Any developments with your mother and the diabolic suitor?â
âNo, she keeps babbling about his virtues and he keeps taking her to expensive restaurants. Heâs been dropping hints about giving her an engagement ring for Christmas, but I made her swear not to do anything rash untilâ¦â
âHell freezes over?â I suggested.
There was a profound pause during which I could hear only the rush of his breath on the mouthpiece. Finally he said, âUntil Leslie gets here tomorrow and she and my mother can have a long talk about Myron.â
âLeslie? Is she an old friend of your motherâs? A college roommate or sorority sister?â
âLeslieâs my ex-wife.â
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me. Leslie and my mother became close friends, and since the divorce theyâve continued to call and visit each other several times a year. When I told Leslie about Myron, she offered to come as soon as she could. Iâm picking her up at the airport at noon.â
My hand was trembling as I grabbed the glass and took an unladylike swallow of scotch. âDid your mother call her or did you?â
Peter took his time responding to my extraordinarily reasonable question. âYes, Claire, I called her. To answer your next question, I didnât know her telephone number off the top of my head. I found it in my motherâs address book.â
âDid you?â I managed to say with only the slightest trace of frost. âHow convenient that she could drop everything and come dashing to your aid. She must be very fond of your mother.â
He either missed the edge in my voiceâor opted to ignore it. âIt wasnât convenient. She had to make all kinds of arrangements and wheedle her boss into letting her take some days off. She called a few minutes ago to say her travel agent had scrambled around and found a seat on a flight tomorrow. I offered to pay for it, but she wouldnât hear of it. A ticket at the last moment costs a bundle.â
I decided not to point out that Leslie may have believed that martyrdom was the first step to canonization. My knowledge of saints was limited to Saint John of God (booksellers) and Saint Patrick (green beer), but I figured no one had laid claim to the title of patron saint of ex-daughters-in-law. âIt must have been difficult for her to find a baby-sitter on such short notice, too,â I said, feigning sympathy for the woman whoâd been married to Peter for twelve years and had remained intimate with his mother. Iâd never even met his mother.
âBaby-sitter? Who said anything about a baby-sitter? The biggest problem was trying to find a kennel for Boris Godunov and Prince Igor, her Russian wolfhounds. Leslieâs crazy about Russian opera and goes to St. Petersburg for the season every year.â
âIsnât that fascinating?â I said. âI hope this impromptu visit doesnât interfere with her consumption of vodka and caviar.â
âIâm sure it wonât,â he said blandly. âWhat else have you been up to besides the mall?â
Standing around a gloomy forest while water dripped down my neck lacked the glamour of the St. Petersburg opera season. âSelling books, that sort of thing,â I said with matching blandness. âDo you have any idea how much longer youâll be in Newport?â
âIt depends on Leslieâs plans. Since sheâs making the effort to come and be supportive, I canât just toss her the car keys at the airport and take the next flight home. Iâll be here for at least a few more days.â
âNo, I donât see how you can leave while Leslieâs there,â I said, hoping he hadnât caught the slight hiss in my voice when I said her name. Someone with Russian
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