I smiled. I couldn’t help it. In a long, unruly day, this was the nicest thing she could do. My mother was acting exactly like my mother. Bossy, serious. It made me feel calm. So why did I decide to reward her by being mean?
“No Henry tonight?” I said.
She smiled, giving me a look that said it wasn’t okay and, also, that she forgave me. “No. Not tonight. He’s in rehearsals.”
“Good for him.”
“Good for San Francisco, actually,” she said. “Henry is one of the most beloved conductors in the world. He ran the New York Philharmonic, and was chief conductor of the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic before that. He has changed the template for what an American orchestra can be.”
“That sounds like an exaggeration.”
“It’s an understatement. He’s mentored scores of prominent musicians. And he’s brought contemporary American music back into vogue in this country. You should look up his bio on Wikipedia. Don’t take my word for it.”
I nodded in a way that said I’d get right on learning all I could about Henry. If get right on it meant never.
She paused, deciding how to shift gears. “Your fiancé called me,” she said.
I nodded. “That seems to be what he’s doing today,” I said.
“He’s very torn up.” She shook her head. “I told him it was between the two of you. That I loved him, but I love you more and I support whatever you decide together.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I did tell him not to call your father, though.” She shrugged. “I doubt your father will think it’s between the two of you.”
I knew she was right. My father would be furious at Ben, not for keeping the kid from me, but for getting himself into that situation in the first place, for not being responsible enough to stop it.
“Dad tells me you paid a little visit to Jacob McCarthy today,” my mother said.
“He knows?”
“Of course he knows. Jacob called him as soon as you left there.”
Jacob was a tattletale—why did that surprise me? Of course he was. The man lived on licorice.
“He wanted to make sure Dad wasn’t having second thoughts,” she said.
I perked up, hopeful that my father was going to see the error of what he was doing, just by being asked. Maybe Jacob’s call would trigger a new conclusion. One where Jacob moved the hell away.
“He’s not having second thoughts. This is what he wants. What we both want.”
“Then why were you avoiding me today?”
“I had a feeling you weren’t in the mood to be pleasant,” she said.
“I don’t like Jacob, Mom. I have a bad feeling about what’s going to happen to our vineyard, to everything Dad worked so hard for, that you both have.”
“Fine, but do you actually think you’re going to change your father’s mind?”
“No. I’m just hoping he’ll at least wait until he’s in a position to make a better decision, one that he’s not making under duress.”
She laughed. “He’s not under duress.”
“Does he know about Henry?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then he’s under duress.”