earlier.â
âI expect a lot of the guys here were,â Scott said. âMaybe one of them took home a party favor.â
Thatâs when Uncle Ed wandered over. âMay I?â he asked.
I motioned for Ed to sit down. At once, the caterers began to fade back toward the kitchen, as though Ed seemed like more of an adult than me and thus someone who might cause trouble for them. How little they knew. Caterers were frequently audited. All those undeclared tips.
âAre you enjoying yourself?â I asked Ed.
âIâm having a grand time.â He sat heavily beside me. âBut I guess I said the wrong name back there.â
âItâs a sore spot. Always has been. Always will be.â
âYou think?â Ed asked.
âI know,â I said.
Ed shrugged and took a pull on his drink. He looked out over the pool. âI talk to him,â he said. âI bet you didnât know that.â
I turned to look, to make sure that he wasnât joking. Of course he wasnât joking, I thought. Of course he wasnât.
âYou talk to Marcus? Johnston?â
âI talk to Marcus.â
âBut, youâre not even related.â
âSashaââ
âWell, youâre not.â
âWhat does that matter? Heâs a person. Iâm a person. We certainly have people in common.â
âIâm just pointing outâ¦â I wasnât sure what I was trying to point out. âHow? I mean, how often? When?â
He shrugged again. âA few times a month maybe? Sometimes less.â
âDoes Mom know?â
âOh heavens, no.â
âAnd Dad?â
âHe does.â
I turned back to the pool. âWhere is he?â I asked quietly. I wasnât sure whether I was supposed to want to know.
âSacramento.â
âCalifornia? Heâs in California? Doing what?â
âWorking.â
âConstruction?â I asked.
Ed looked at me and sighed. âThat was five years ago.â
The way he said it made clear that changes had occurred that I ought to have known about. I was embarrassed. I searched my mind for any newer information about Marcus, but I had none. I couldnât even remember the last time I had thought of him.
âDoes Dad talk to him?â
âSometimes. When Jacob got sick, it seemed a good time to start something. But you understand, the way your mother isâ¦Heâs coming down next week. Weâre having dinner on Thursday. You should come.â
âTo dinner? Why?â
âCall my office on Monday and my secretary will give you the details. You want to come?â
âI donât know. Maybe.â
âPut it in your calendar. Iâll drop you a line to remind you.â
I nodded. Marcus. Now there was a name from the past.
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Genetically speaking, Marcus Johnston was my half brother, though on the day of the anniversary party, I wasnât sure I could have picked him out of a crowd. Marcus was the child of my father and Eloise Johnston, âthat woman,â my mother called her. âThat womanâ had been my fatherâs secretary in his first accountancy office, back in Roanoke. Iâd never known much more about the affairânot how serious it was or how it had begun or how long it had lasted. Long enough for Eloise to get pregnant, that much was clear. And it must have ended quickly. We were already months into our first Piedmont home by the time Marcus was born.
It seemed a strange subject to be thinking about on that day in particular. The affair had been a stress fracture, straining my parentsâ marriage to the point of breaking without actually snapping it in half. My mother had stayed, or rather, she had allowed my father to stay. And over the years, especially after Blake came along, the breach had healed into something secure.
All I knew about Eloise Johnston was that sheâd moved to Florida soon after Marcus was born, where
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