his sisterâs place last summer. Heâs beenââ
There his voice choked and stopped, but Rosie had no trouble filling in: Hollis had been seeing her, corresponding with her, wooing her, bedding her, all this time. Rosie closed her eyes. It was unbelievable. âThe little bastard,â she said. âLeading a stinking double life. Oh, Peter. â She opened her eyes. Incredibly, he was grinning at her through his tears with a touch of his old humor.
âMa,â he said. âYouâre terrific. Pissed off at Hollis because heâs straight.â
âIâd kill the little bastard if I could,â she said. âIâd tear his heart out with my bare hands.â
They laughed together, probably a touch too loud and long, and after dinner and a bottle of wine she did hug him while he wept, briefly. Then they sat by the fire and talked about Hollis, and Rosie was again proud of Peter; he didnât vilify Hollis, didnât bring up his tendency to drink too much and make an ass of himself, or his dreadful Italian accent. She would have cackled over these things, gladlyâher hatred for Hollis was pure and bright and shiningâbut Peter wanted to talk about the good times. Heâd passed through the bitchy stage on his own. He confessed that heâd gathered up all of Hollisâs funny cartoons, ripped them to bits, and burned them. And that heâd stuffed Hollisâs favorite sweater, left behind in a pile for the cleaners, into the trash. And that he spent two days drunk, tossing his glass after every couple of drinks into the fireplace so that he had a pile of shards to clean up when he recovered. But the anger seemed to have passed, leaving behind a resigned, sad tenderness that wrung Rosieâs heart. He wished he had the cartoons back.
âTell me the truth, Ma,â he said as he was leaving. âYou wish it had been me, donât you, going off into the sunset with a woman to have babies?â
Rosie tucked his red scarf around his neck and shook her head firmly. âNo, I donât,â she said. âI donât care who you love, Peter, as long as youâre happy. I really mean that. No jokes. I want you to be happy.â
âThanks,â he said, and kissed her on the cheek.
She shrugged. âIâm your mother.â
He hesitated, looking at her there in the front hall. âThen let me ask you this,â he said, paused again, then went on. âYouâre Susannahâs mother, too.â
Rosie stiffened immediately, and dropped his hand that sheâd been holding. âSo?â
âWell, I think sheâs been unhappy, too. I think sheâd like to have yourââ
âHmm?â
âYour support.â
âMy support.â
âJust a word, to say you welcome her back East, that bygones will be bygones.â
âBygones never will be bygones, Peter.â She felt her heart begin to thump again, her pulse pound. The anger sheâd had to suppress all evening, against Hollis, for Peterâs sake, brimmed over toward Susannah. âShe left her mother of her own free will, and she was brought up by her father to be a despicable human being. I havenât got a reason in the world to give her my damned support .â
âYouâre her mother.â
âIâm not her mother! Iâve disowned her, and I want nothing to do with her, whether sheâs in California or on my doorstep. I donât even want to talk about her, much less give her my support. â
He looked at her unhappily. âSheâs been calling me.â
âSheâs been calling you.â
âShe called me a couple of weeks ago.â
âCollect, I assume.â
âWell, yes, but then she called me again direct. She talked for a long time, aboutâwell, the family, about you, about Dad.â
âShe did.â
âShe really seems to be sincere. I mean, about wanting
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