died and sure, he behaved really badly, but he was only a kid and he feels really awful about the way he acted—”
“Feels awful?”
“—but, but he’d had some bad news last night,” she continued rapidly, like an actress interrupted mid-speech, “some bad news of his own—”
“You talk about me with him? You two sit around discussing me and feeling sorry for me?”
“—and Tom, he turned up here to see us, Em and me, both of us, out of the blue, right before we were supposed to go out to the movie, that’s why we stayed in and didn’t go out with the others, you can ask Em if you don’t believe me, he didn’t have anywhere else to go, he’d had a bad upset, something personal, he only wanted someone to talk to, and what were we to—”
“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“Listen. I don’t know what Em told you—”
“Tell me. Does Cable’s mother still have that house in East Hampton? I remember how she used to always dump him off at the country club for hours on end after she fired the babysitter, or after the babysitter quit rather. Tennis lessons, golf lessons. He probably turned out to be a pretty good golfer, no?”
“Yes,” she said coldly, “yes he is pretty good.”
“I could say something cheap here but I won’t.”
“Theo, let’s not do this.”
“May I run my theory by you? Do you mind? I’m sure it’s wrong in a few particulars but I think this is basically it. Because I know you were seeing Tom, Platt told me as much when I ran into him on the street, and he wasn’t too thrilled about it either. And yeah,” I said when she tried to interrupt, in a voice just as hard and dead as I felt. “Right. No need to make excuses. Girls always did like Cable. Funny guy, really entertaining when he wants to be. Even if he has been writing bad checks lately or stealing from people at the country club or any of these other things I hear—”
“—That’s not true! That’s a lie! He never stole anything from anybody—”
“—and Mommy and Daddy never liked Tom much, or probably at all, and then after Daddy and Andy died you couldn’t keep it up, not in public anyway. Too upsetting to Mommy. And, as Platt has pointed out, numerous times—”
“I won’t see him any more.”
“So you’re admitting it.”
“I didn’t think it mattered until we were married.”
“Why is that?”
She brushed the hair from her eyes and said nothing.
“Didn’t think it would matter? Why? You didn’t think I would find out?”
Angrily she glanced up. “You’re a cold fish, you know that?”
“Me?” I looked away and laughed. “I’m the one who’s cold?”
“Oh, right. ‘Wronged party.’ ‘Terribly high principles.’ ”
“Higher than some, it seems.”
“You’re thoroughly enjoying this.”
“Believe me, I’m not.”
“Oh no? I’d never know it from that smirk.”
“And what am I supposed to do? Not say anything?”
“I’ve said I won’t see him any more. Actually I told him I wouldn’t a while back.”
“But he’s insistent. He loves you. He won’t take no for an answer.”
To my astonishment, she was blushing. “That’s right.”
“Poor little Kits.”
“Don’t be hateful.”
“Poor baby,” I said again, jeeringly, since I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
She was scrabbling in the drawer for the corkscrew, and she turned and regarded me bleakly. “Listen,” she said. “I don’t expect you to understand but it’s rough to be in love with the wrong person.”
I was silent. Walking in, I’d gone so cold with rage at the sight of her that I’d tried to tell myself that she was powerless to hurt me or—God forbid—make me feel sorry for her. But who knew better the truth of what she was saying than me?
“Listen,” she said again, putting down the corkscrew. She’d seen her opening and she was taking it: just like on the tennis court, ruthless, watching her opponent’s weak side…
“Get away from me.”
Too heated. Wrong tone. This was going the wrong way. I wanted to be cold and in control of things.
“Theo. Please.” There she was, hand on my sleeve. Nose pinking up, eyes pink with tears: just like poor old Andy with his seasonal allergies, like some ordinary person you might actually feel sorry for. “I’m sorry. Truly. With all my heart. I don’t know what to say.”
“Oh no?”
“No. I’ve done you a great disservice.”
“Disservice. That’s one way of putting it.”
“And, I mean, I know you don’t like Tom—”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Theo. Does