"Do what. Jake?"
He was silent for a long moment. Then he turned and gazed at me, looking down at me as if he was high up on some mountain.
"Give you our secret."
"Whose secret?" I shook my head. "You're confusing me even more. Jake." I looked at the wine. Was he babbling now because he had drunk so much?
"Frances's and mine." he said. He smiled. "And now yours, but you keep it like some last resort, some last bullet to put into your gun, okay?"
I stared at him. He still made no sense. Jake was nice. He was a kind man. I actually loved him, but it was best to just nod and finish up the dinner. I thought.
"You don't believe me, don't believe I can give you something to strengthen your position and your resolve, huh?"
"Sure. I do. Jake."
He sat and turned to me.
"Frances and I were lovers once," he said quickly. "We had an affair. It lasted quite a while actually. We had lots of opportunity and we took advantage of it. We stopped when she became pregnant."
"Pregnant?"
"With Victoria." he said. "She's mine. I'm just about positive and so was she."
I shook my head to throw the words back out of my ears. Grandmother Hudson unfaithful to her husband? She was my rock of morality.
"It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened. Everett neglected Frances. He was obsessed with his business interests and rarely traveled or went to a social occasion unless there was a financial benefit or reason to do it.
"One day we started to spend more and more time with each other. I don't think it ever occurred to Everett that she might stray or have a romantic interest in anyone else, not that I ever believed she had any for him.
"Theirs was one of those Old South, oldfashioned marriages. You know, parents get together and decide wouldn't it be perfect if your daughter married our son. Parents always knew better in those days. So much for what they knew better. huh?"
He finished the wine in his glass.
"Did my grandfather know? I mean. about Victoria not being his daughter?'
"I think so, but he never said anything. He wasn't the sort who would," Jake said.
"What sort is that?" I asked. grimacing.
"Upper crust," Jake said. "One just couldn't conceive of such a thing in that world. Frances never said anything to him. As soon as she realized she was pregnant, she just decided that was it for us.
"When I returned from my years in the navy and knocking about. Victoria was already in her late twenties. I used to be afraid that anyone could take one look at her and see me in her face. but Victoria has one of those faces that seems to have created itself. She doesn't look much like Frances and I don't think she looks very much like me. Our noses are different, our mouths. Maybe we have similar eyes and ears," he conceded.
"Maybe she isn't your daughter then," I said.
"She didn't look much like Everett either. You've seen his pictures. What do you think?"
"Maybe there was someone else."
"What? Someone else?" He shook his head. "No. never."
"Why not? If my grandmother had an affair with you, she could have had one with someone else. too."
He stared at me a moment as if the idea had never occurred.
"Or are you upper crust. too. Jake, more upper crust than my grandfather, and can't even conceive of it?" I asked him.
He continued to stare and then he smiled and shook his head.