the scene he had created, not going to comfort their son, not unstrapping her arms so she could do it instead, and Patricia thought, I will never forgive you for this. Never. Never. Never.
“Can I get money for the machines?” Korey mumbled.
“Sweetheart,” Patricia asked. “Do you feel the same way as your brother?”
“Dad?” Korey repeated, ignoring Patricia. “Can I get a dollar for the vending machines?”
Carter looked away from Patricia and nodded, putting his hand in his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. The only sound in the room was Blue crying.
“Korey?” Patricia asked.
“Here,” Carter said, holding out some bills. “Take your brother. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Korey hauled herself to her feet and left, leading Blue by the shoulder. She didn’t look at Patricia once.
“There you have it, Patty,” Carter said after they’d gone. “That’s what you’re doing to your children. So what’s it going to be? Are you going to continue with this fixation on someone you hardly know? What’s he done, exactly? Oh, I remember: nothing. He hasn’t done one single, solitary thing. He’s not accused of anything. The only person who thinks he’s done something wrong is you, and you have no evidence, no proof, nothing except your feelings. So you can continue to be fixated on him, or you can put your attention where it belongs: on your family. It’s up to you. I’ve lost my promotion, but it’s not too late for the kids. This can still be fixed, but I need a partner, not someone who’s going to keep making it worse. So that’s the decision you have to make. Jim, or us? Which is it going to be, Patty?”
THREE YEARS LATER…
CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER
October 1996
CHAPTER 24
It made Patricia nervous when Carter used his cellular phone while driving, but he was the better driver and they were already running late for book club, which meant it was going to be hard to find parking.
“And you’ll upgrade me to a king,” Carter said, letting go of the wheel with one hand to put on his turn signal.
Their dark red BMW took the turn into Creekside smooth and easy. Patricia didn’t like it when he drove like this, but on the other hand this was one of the few times he didn’t have Rush Limbaugh on the radio, so she took her blessings where she could.
“You can make the check out to Campbell Clinical Consulting,” Carter said. “The address is on the invoice I faxed.”
He snapped his phone shut and hummed a little tune.
“That’s the sixth talk,” he said. “It’s going to be busy this fall. You’re sure you’re all right with me being gone so much?”
“I’ll miss you,” she said. “But college isn’t free.”
He steered them down the cool tunnels formed by Creekside’s trees, dying sunlight flickering between the leaves, strobing over the windshield and hood.
“If you still want to remodel the kitchen, you can,” Carter said. “We have enough.”
Up ahead, Patricia saw the back of Horse’s Chevy Blazer parked at the end of a long line of Saabs, Audis, and Infinitis. They were still a block from Slick and Leland’s house, but the parked cars stretched all the way back here.
“Are you sure?” Patricia asked. “We still don’t know where Korey’s thinking of going.”
“Or if she’s even thinking,” Carter said, pulling up behind Horse’s Chevy but leaving a big buffer zone between their cars. It didn’t pay to park too close to Horse these days.
“What if she picks somewhere like NYU or Wellesley?” Patricia said, undoing her seat belt.
“The chances of Korey getting into NYU or Wellesley, I’ll take those odds,” Carter said, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Quit worrying. You’ll make yourself sick.”
They got out of the car. Patricia hated getting out of cars. According to the bathroom scale, she’d gained eleven pounds and she felt them hanging from her hips and stomach, and they made her feel unsteady on her feet. She didn’t think she looked bad with a fuller face as long as she sprayed her hair a little bigger, but getting in and