“All I have to do is mention Claire and the walls go up. Why is that?”
“Because this isn’t about Claire, damn it. ”
“Sooner or later, Meg, it’s always about family. The past has an irritating way of becoming the present. ”
“I once had a fortune cookie that said the same thing. ”
“You’re deflecting again. ”
“No. I’m rejecting. ” Meghann got to her feet. “Does this mean you won’t write me a prescription for a muscle relaxant?”
“It wouldn’t help your tic. ”
“Fine. I’ll get an eye patch. ”
Harriet slowly stood up. Across the desk, they faced each other. “Why won’t you let me help you?”
Meghann swallowed hard. She’d asked herself the same question a hundred times.
“What do you want?” Harriet asked finally.
“I don’t know. ”
“Yes, you do. ”
“Well, if you know the answer, why ask the question?”
“You want to stop feeling so alone. ”
A shudder passed through Meghann, left her chilled. “I’ve always been alone. I’m used to it. ”
“No. Not always. ”
Meghann’s thoughts spooled back to those years, so long ago now, when she and Claire had been inseparable, the best of friends. Then, Meg had known how to love.
Enough. This was getting Meg nowhere.
Harriet was wrong. This wasn’t about the past. So Meg felt guilty about the way she’d abandoned her sister, and she’d been hurt when Claire rejected her and chose Sam. So what? That water had flowed under the bridge for twenty-six years. She wasn’t likely to drown in it now. “Well, I’m alone now, aren’t I? And I sure as hell better figure out how to get my shit together. Thanks for the help with that, by the way. ” She grabbed her purse off the floor and headed for the door. “Send tonight’s bill to my secretary. Charge whatever you want. Good-bye, Harriet. ” She said good-bye instead of good night because she didn’t intend to come back.
She was at the door when Harriet’s voice stopped her.
“Be careful, Meghann. Especially now. Don’t let loneliness consume you. ”
Meghann kept walking, right out the door and into the elevator and across the lobby.
Outside, she looked down at her watch.
9:40.
There was still plenty of time to go to the Athenian.
NINE
IN THE PASSENGER SEAT OF AN EIGHTEEN-WHEELER, JOE SAT slumped against the window. The truck’s air conditioner had gone out about forty miles ago, and it was as hot as hell in the cab.
The driver, a long-hauler named Erv, hit the Jake Brakes and shifted gears. The truck groaned and shuddered and began to slow down. “There’s the Hayden exit. ”
Joe saw the familiar sign and didn’t know how to feel. He hadn’t been here in so long. . . .