“Hel-lo. I’m talking here. ” Robin pulled a cigarette from her quilted Chanel bag. Remembering suddenly that she couldn’t smoke in here, she jammed it back in her purse. “So, how do I get the house in Aspen? And the dogs. ”
Meghann rolled the pen between her thumb and forefinger, thinking. Every now and then the pen thumped on the manila folder open in front of her. It sounded vaguely like a war drumbeat. “I’ll call Graham and hash this through. Apparently your husband is willing to be very generous, but trust me on this, Robin. People get pissed off over a lot less than a beloved dog. If you’re going to go to the mat for Fluffy and Scruffy, be prepared to give up a lot. Your husband could yank the houses from the table in an instant. You better decide how important those dogs are. ”
“I just want to hurt him. ”
Meghann thought of the man she’d deposed more than a month ago. His look had been sad—worn, even. “I think you already have, if that’s any consolation. ”
Robin tapped a long scarlet fingernail against her teeth as she stared out toward Bainbridge Island. “I shouldn’t have slept with the pool guy. ”
Or the meat delivery boy or the dentist who bleached your teeth. “This is a no-fault state, remember. ”
“I’m not talking about the divorce. I’m talking about the marriage. ”
“Oh. ” There it was again, that flash of a real person hiding behind the decoupage of expensive makeup. “It’s easy to see your life in retrospect. It’s too bad we don’t live life backward. I think it was Kierkegaard who said that. ”
“Really. ” Robin was clearly disinterested. “I’ll think about the dogs and let you know. ”
“Act fast. Graham said this offer lasts for thirty-six hours. After that, he said it was ring time. Round one. ”
Robin nodded. “You seem awfully timid for someone they call the Bitch of Belltown. ”
“Not timid. Practical. But if you’d prefer other representation—”
“No. ” Robin slung her purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. As she opened it, she said, “I’ll call you tomorrow. ” Without looking back, she left. The door clicked shut.
Meg let out a heavy sigh. She felt pummeled, smaller somehow.
She set the file aside, and as she did, she thought of Mr. O’Houlihan’s sad face again.
No prenuptial, no. I believed we’d last forever.
This was going to rip his heart out. It wouldn’t be enough to break his heart. Oh, no. Meghann and Robin were going to take it one step further and show him the true character of the woman he’d married. He’d find it damn near impossible to trust his heart the next time.
With a sigh, she checked her schedule. Robin had been her last appointment. Thank God. Meghann didn’t think she could handle another sad story of failed loved right now. She packed up her papers, grabbed her purse and briefcase, and left the office.
Outside, it was a balmy early-summer night. The hustle and bustle of rush hour traffic clogged the streets. In the market, tourists were still crowded around the fish stand. White-aproned vendors threw thirty-pound king salmons through the air to one another: at every toss, tourists snapped photographs.
Meghann barely noticed the familiar show. She was past the fish market and down to the vegetables when she realized what route she’d chosen.
The Athenian was the next doorway.
She paused outside, smelling the pungent familiar odors of cigarette smoke and frying grease, listening to the buzz of conversations that were always the same, ultimately circling back to Are you here alone?
Alone.
It was certainly the most accurate adjective to describe her life. Even more so now that Ali was gone. It was amazing how big a hole her tiny niece had left behind.
She didn’t want to go into the Athenian, pick up some man she didn’t know, and bring him back to her bed. She wanted—
Joe.
A wave of melancholy came with his name, a deepening of the loneliness.
She pushed away from the doorway and headed home.
In the lobby of her building, she waved to the doorman, who started to say something to her. She ignored him and went into the elevator. On the penthouse floor, the elevator bell clanged, and she got out.
Her apartment door was open.