it'll have to do.'
As the one man came to collect his scattered load, the other made his way down to the grass. 'Don't put them there, you stupid asshole,' Tracy shouted at him. 'Don't you know anything? Those are the fours. They belong on this side.'
As the man hefted the rocks out of another wheelbarrow and onto the ground, the truth about Sumo Sudoku finally came home to Ali. When Ted had said it was played with rocks, Ali had envisioned something the size of marbles. These smooth, round hunks of granite were more like boulders, with large numbers chiseled into the surface. From the size and obvious weight of the 'fours,' Ali could only guess how much damage the stray eight might have done had it hit her full on.
Ali was still shaken from her near miss when she saw a young woman, blond and very pregnant, emerge from the living room. She walked over to the debris field left by the broken rock and kicked at some of it. 'What's this?' she wanted to know.
Helga had said April Gaddis was gorgeous, and that was true. Even without makeup and with her hair in disarray, she was a fine-featured beauty except for her eyes. They were red and puffy from a combination of weeping and lack of sleep. And she was pregnant enough that the silk robe she wore didn't quite cover her expanded middle. She was beautiful but utterly distraught and very, very young.
'One of my rocks,' Tracy explained. 'That cretin up there didn't know how to work a friggin' wheelbarrow. He lost his whole load and it came crashing down on the terrace here. It's a wonder he didn't kill this lady. A miracle really.'
As the workman in question scurried to load the remaining rocks back into his wheelbarrow, April looked at Ali uncertainly.
'What are you doing here?' April asked. At least she didn't try to pretend that she didn't know who Ali was.
'The lawyers,' Ali said, quickly forgetting her near miss with the exploding rock. 'We're supposed to be meeting with the lawyers this morning in the library.'
April shrugged. 'I'm not in any condition to deal with this stuff right now. All I was trying to do was sneak down and get some breakfast from the buffet, but there are way too many workmen here already. I had no idea the crew would be this big.'
Ali had sometimes imagined how she would react in what she had thought was the unlikely event she would ever come face-to-face with April Gaddis, her rival. Ali had scripted any number of biting remarks, but faced with the young woman and seeing her obvious desolation, Ali forgot all of them. Instead, Ali tried to focus on the homespun wisdom passed along to her in the e-mail from Phyllis in Knoxville.
'I'm sorry we're meeting like this, April,' Ali said kindly. 'I'm sorry for your loss.'
Ali's words seemed to sap all of the young woman's strength. April staggered over to a nearby table, where she sank onto a chair and made a halfhearted attempt to smooth her hair.
'No one told me
'Ted Grantham is the one who set up the meeting,' Ali returned. 'He should have told you.'
'He didn't.' April seemed close to tears.
'I'm sorry,' Ali said.
April probably could have handled a fight, but she was unable to cope with kindness. Her lips trembled, her face crumpled. Burying her head in her hands, she began to sob.
'I can't believe any of this is happening,' she said despondently. 'This was supposed to be my wedding day. I can't believe Paul is gone, just like thatwith no warning at all. Instead of our wedding guests, the house is full of lawyers who are here about his will. Paul's
April's unbridled grief over losing Paul struck Ali as utterly raw and realand refreshingly different from her own conflicted emotions. Learning about Paul's deathseeing him deadhad left Ali more empty than sad. Having him dead made her own life far less complicated. She hadn't cried. In fact, she hadn't shed a single tear, not even in the coroner's office. For that she felt guilty. In a way, being a party to April Gaddis's uncompromising despair made Ali feel better. She was relieved to know that Paul's sudden death meant something to someoneeven if that person was the one who had unceremoniously booted Ali out of her home and out of her marriage.
And where were April's friends? Why was she all alone? Without thinking about it, Ali sat down next to the grieving woman, laying a compassionate hand on her shoulder. What this very pregnant twenty-five-year-old was facing now was territory Ali Reynolds knew all too well. She had been there once, too, only she had been a few years younger than April when it had happened to her.
Ali had been a happily married twenty-two-year-old and pregnant with Chris when her first husband, Dean Reynolds, had been diagnosed with glioblastoma and died within months. Ali knew what it meant to be expecting a baby who would most likely be and indeed was a fatherless child on the day he was born. She remembered lying awake at night, pregnant, with her back hurting, and with the baby hurtling around inside her womb, and asking those very same questions over and over: What will become of us? How can I raise this baby on my own? Why is this happening to me?
During those dark, sleepless nights she hadn't known that she would be able to make it; that despite being a single mother she'd somehow manage to go back to school to finish her education and then go on to have a life and career that most people would have thought of as charmed. Back in that terrible time, there had been no easy answers for her, and she didn't try to pass along any easy answers to April Gaddis, either.
'You'll manage,' Ali said, patting the weeping woman on the shoulder. 'Being a single mother is tough. There are times when the baby is crying and the responsibility is all on your shoulders and you'll think you won't be able to live through one more day, but you will. There are times you'll question God and times when you'll rail at Him. But some day, on a bright fall afternoon, you'll be standing on the sidelines of a soccer field cheering like mad when that baby of yours kicks his first goal. That's when you'll know God was right; that's when you'll know everything you went through was worth it.'
April raised her head. Her bleak eyes met Ali's. 'But the divorce didn't go through,' she said. 'Paul and I weren't even married. What if he left me out of his will? He said he was going to rewrite it. He told me he had, but what if he didn't? Where will the baby and I live? What am I going to
Ali could see that April's grief had her operating on a very short loop. 'That's why we both have attorneys,' Ali counseled gently. 'I'm sure that's what they're doing right nowthey're inside sorting things out.'
'But I don't even have an attorney,' April said. 'I never thought I needed one.'
'It's going to be okay,' Ali said with more conviction than she felt.
'Are you sure?' April asked.
Ali nodded. 'Now what about you? You look a little queasy. You said you were looking for something to eat?'
Faced with a crisis, Ali automatically reverted to the coping skills she had learned at her mother's knee. In the Edie Larson school of crisis management there was nothing so bad that it couldn't be improved by the application of some well-prepared food served with equal amounts of tender loving care and judicious advice.
April nodded. 'I called down to the kitchen, but no one answered. The cook's probably out overseeing the caterers for the film crew.'
Ali stood up. 'Someone in your condition shouldn't be running on empty. Let me go ask Elvira to fix you something. An omelet, maybe? Elvira's huevos rancheros are wonderful, but probably not for someone as pregnant as you are.'
'Elvira doesn't work here anymore,' April said. 'She quit, or else Paul fired her. I'm not sure which.'
Ali was surprised to hear Elvira was gonesurprised and sorry, both. 'But you do have a cook,' Ali confirmed.
April nodded.
'Why don't I go find her,' Ali offered. 'What's her name?'
'We've gone through half a dozen cooks since that first one left,' April said. 'Sorry. I don't know her name.'
'What would you like then?'
