he
fell to the ground at the site of Alan’s covered body. She realized that he
thought the body was hers and she rushed to reassure him that she was alive.
During their marriage, they’d gone through many emotional experiences together,
but never had the emotions been so intense and raw. She had never seen Max come
completely undone before. It still tore at her heart to think of it.
“I’ll never forget that day and yet, I
can’t seem to recall seeing anything but Alan and then a gun. The person was
passing in a car. A non-descript black car. Everything happened so fast.”
"I hate that Alan is dead and
Corbin was hurt, but I'm forever grateful that you weren't killed. I don't know
how I'd survive without you." Max moved the tray away and pulled Madeleine
back into his arms.
"This is much nicer than being
apart,” she said making the point that she wasn't leaving.
"True."
"Although, I got the impression
that Julia would be happy to oblige you in the love making area."
"When?"
"Tonight. I thought she'd never
leave."
"You were in the house then?"
"Yes." Her tone and expression
were defiant.
"Sure took you long enough to
reveal yourself."
"I had to be sure everyone was
gone."
"Where were you?"
"Laundry room."
He laughed. "No wonder Oscar was so
intent on being in the laundry room."
"He kept me company."
"I guess it's good I sent Julia
away. I was feeling pretty down and there was a time that Julia was good
friend."
Madeleine narrowed her eyes, but didn't
take the bait.
"I remember when my foster parents
chose to adopt Kevin Dreker instead of me. I was devastated, but Julia was
there."
Madeleine frowned up at him.
"What?"
"That was true?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because the very same thing
happened to Bobby Wilde in Julia's book."
"Really?" He looked surprised.
"Yes."
"Well, isn’t the writing motto,
'write what you know'?"
"It can be. I wonder what else is
true in the story?" Madeleine jumped out of bed.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get this,” she said picking up the
manuscript from her desk and climbing back in bed. "Let's see." She
flipped through the pages. "Did you save her from drowning at Lake Sonoma
like Bobby did for Diana?"
He thought a moment. "I don't know
if I really saved her. We were 16 years old and in bathing suits. I think she
just wanted me to hold her. If I remember correctly, that was also the first time
we…” He grinned. “Well, you know.”
"That’s in the book too. In great
detail," she said wryly.
Max blushed, but wasn’t too embarrassed
to ask, “How was I?”
Madeleine made a face. "How about
prom?"
"Prom was not so great,” he said.
“She spent the whole night telling me how rotten I was for deciding to go to
college back east."
Madeleine gaped. "Max, the first
part of this book is almost exactly like your life."
"I never thought my life was that
interesting."
Madeleine rolled her eyes, "Oh
please mister rags to riches."
He laughed. "So how does it
end?"
"It hasn't ended yet, but it's
clear that Bobby and Diana will get together. He's married now to a
lawyer."
"Well that is different."
Madeleine frowned. "I wonder
..."
"What?"
"Well, in this story, Bobby leaves
for college and Diana tries to forget him in the arms of Samuel."
"I would hate to think I was that
easy to get over."
"You're not."
"Have you tried?"
She leaned in and kissed him.
"Never."
"Good."
"Diana gets pregnant and goes to
Bobby hoping he hates the east coast and will come home, go to medical school
and marry her. He says he can't...blah blah blah… So she marries Samuel. We
still don't know who the father is."
She looked at Max, worry furrowed her
brow. "What if that's true too?"
Surprised, Max jerked back. "Julia
and my relationship was not interesting enough to carry a book. She had to add
that in for drama."
"So she never visited you and
begged you to come home."
"Well, she did. She came at
Thanksgiving I think. She wanted me to go to Cal Poly to
fell to the ground at the site of Alan’s covered body. She realized that he
thought the body was hers and she rushed to reassure him that she was alive.
During their marriage, they’d gone through many emotional experiences together,
but never had the emotions been so intense and raw. She had never seen Max come
completely undone before. It still tore at her heart to think of it.
“I’ll never forget that day and yet, I
can’t seem to recall seeing anything but Alan and then a gun. The person was
passing in a car. A non-descript black car. Everything happened so fast.”
"I hate that Alan is dead and
Corbin was hurt, but I'm forever grateful that you weren't killed. I don't know
how I'd survive without you." Max moved the tray away and pulled Madeleine
back into his arms.
"This is much nicer than being
apart,” she said making the point that she wasn't leaving.
"True."
"Although, I got the impression
that Julia would be happy to oblige you in the love making area."
"When?"
"Tonight. I thought she'd never
leave."
"You were in the house then?"
"Yes." Her tone and expression
were defiant.
"Sure took you long enough to
reveal yourself."
"I had to be sure everyone was
gone."
"Where were you?"
"Laundry room."
He laughed. "No wonder Oscar was so
intent on being in the laundry room."
"He kept me company."
"I guess it's good I sent Julia
away. I was feeling pretty down and there was a time that Julia was good
friend."
Madeleine narrowed her eyes, but didn't
take the bait.
"I remember when my foster parents
chose to adopt Kevin Dreker instead of me. I was devastated, but Julia was
there."
Madeleine frowned up at him.
"What?"
"That was true?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because the very same thing
happened to Bobby Wilde in Julia's book."
"Really?" He looked surprised.
"Yes."
"Well, isn’t the writing motto,
'write what you know'?"
"It can be. I wonder what else is
true in the story?" Madeleine jumped out of bed.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get this,” she said picking up the
manuscript from her desk and climbing back in bed. "Let's see." She
flipped through the pages. "Did you save her from drowning at Lake Sonoma
like Bobby did for Diana?"
He thought a moment. "I don't know
if I really saved her. We were 16 years old and in bathing suits. I think she
just wanted me to hold her. If I remember correctly, that was also the first time
we…” He grinned. “Well, you know.”
"That’s in the book too. In great
detail," she said wryly.
Max blushed, but wasn’t too embarrassed
to ask, “How was I?”
Madeleine made a face. "How about
prom?"
"Prom was not so great,” he said.
“She spent the whole night telling me how rotten I was for deciding to go to
college back east."
Madeleine gaped. "Max, the first
part of this book is almost exactly like your life."
"I never thought my life was that
interesting."
Madeleine rolled her eyes, "Oh
please mister rags to riches."
He laughed. "So how does it
end?"
"It hasn't ended yet, but it's
clear that Bobby and Diana will get together. He's married now to a
lawyer."
"Well that is different."
Madeleine frowned. "I wonder
..."
"What?"
"Well, in this story, Bobby leaves
for college and Diana tries to forget him in the arms of Samuel."
"I would hate to think I was that
easy to get over."
"You're not."
"Have you tried?"
She leaned in and kissed him.
"Never."
"Good."
"Diana gets pregnant and goes to
Bobby hoping he hates the east coast and will come home, go to medical school
and marry her. He says he can't...blah blah blah… So she marries Samuel. We
still don't know who the father is."
She looked at Max, worry furrowed her
brow. "What if that's true too?"
Surprised, Max jerked back. "Julia
and my relationship was not interesting enough to carry a book. She had to add
that in for drama."
"So she never visited you and
begged you to come home."
"Well, she did. She came at
Thanksgiving I think. She wanted me to go to Cal Poly to
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