almost every afternoon. He worked very little.
'I can't take just any part,' he complained to Eve. 'It would hurt my image.'
'I understand, darling.'
'Do you? What the fuck do you know about show business? You were born with a silver spoon up your ass.'
And Eve would buy him an extra-nice present to placate him. She paid Rory's rent and bought him clothes for interviews, and paid for his dinners at expensive restaurants so that he could be seen by important producers. She wanted to be with him twenty-four hours a day, but there was her husband. Eve would arrive home at seven or eight o'clock at night, and Keith would be in the kitchen preparing dinner for her in his 'Kiss the Cook' apron. He never questioned her about where she had been.
During the following year, Alexandra and Peter Templeton saw each other more and more often. Each had become an important part of the other's life. Peter accompanied Alexandra when she went to visit her father at the asylum, and somehow the sharing made the pain easier to bear.
Peter met Kate one evening when he arrived to pick up Alexandra. 'So you're a doctor, eh? I've buried a dozen doctors, and I'm still around. Do you know anything about business?'
'Not a great deal, Mrs. Blackwell.'
'Are you a corporation?' Kate asked.
'No.'
She snorted. 'Bloody hell. You don't know anything. You need a good tax man. I'll set up an appointment for you with mine. The first thing he'll do is incorporate you and—'
'Thank you, Mrs. Blackwell. Pm getting along just fine.'
'My husband was a stubborn man, too,' Kate said. She turned to Alexandra. 'Invite him to dinner. Maybe I can talk some sense into him.'
Outside, Peter said, 'Your grandmother hates me.'
Alexandra laughed. 'She likes you. You should hear how Gran behaves with people she hates.'
'I wonder how she would feel if I told her that I want to marry you, Alex ... ?'
And she looked up at him and beamed. 'We'd both feel wonderful, Peter!'
Kate had watched the progress of Alexandra's romance with Peter Templeton with a great deal of interest. She liked the young doctor, and she decided he would be a good husband for Alexandra. But she was a trader at heart. Now she sat in front of the fireplace facing the two of them.
'I must tell you,' Kate lied, 'that this comes as a complete surprise. I always expected Alexandra to marry an executive who would take over Kruger-Brent.'
'This isn't a business proposition, Mrs. Blackwell. Alexandra and I want to get married.'
'On the other hand,' Kate continued, as if there had been no interruption, 'you're a psychiatrist. You understand the way people's minds and emotions work. You would probably be a great negotiator. I would like you to become involved with the company. You can—'
'No,' Peter said firmly. 'I'm a doctor. I'm not interested in going into a business.'
'This isn't 'going into a business,' ' Kate snapped. 'We're not talking about some corner grocery store. You'll be part of the family, and I need someone to run—'
'I'm sorry.' There was a finality in Peter's tone. 'I'll have nothing to do with Kruger-Brent. You'll have to find someone else for that___'
Kate turned to Alexandra. 'What do you have to say to that?'
'I want whatever makes Peter happy, Gran.'
'Damned ingratitude,' Kate glowered. 'Selfish, the both of you.' She sighed. 'Ah, well. Who knows? You might change your mind one day.' And she added innocently, 'Are you planning to have children?'
Peter laughed. 'That's a private matter. I have a feeling you're a great manipulator, Mrs. Blackwell, but Alex and I are going to live our own lives, and our children—if we have children—will live their lives.'
Kate smiled sweetly. 'I wouldn't have it any other way, Peter. I've made it a lifelong rule never to interfere in other people's lives.'
Two months later when Alexandra and Peter returned from their honeymoon, Alexandra was pregnant. When Kate heard the news, she thought, Good. It will be a boy.
Eve lay in bed watching Rory walk out of the bathroom naked. He had a beautiful body, lean and trim. Eve adored the way he made love to her. She could not get enough of him. She suspected he might have other bedmates, but she was afraid to ask, afraid to say anything that might upset him. Now, as he reached the bed, he ran his finger along her skin, just below the eyes, and said, 'Hey, baby, you're gettin' a few wrinkles. They're cute.'
Each word was a stab, a reminder of the age difference between them and the fact that she was twenty-five years old. They made love again, but for the first time Eve's mind was elsewhere.
It was almost nine o'clock when Eve arrived home. Keith was basting a roast in the oven.
He kissed her on the cheek. 'Hello, dear. I've made some of your favorite dishes. We're having—'
'Keith, I want you to remove these wrinkles.'
He blinked. 'What wrinkles?'
She pointed to the area around her eyes. 'These.'
'Those are laugh lines, darling. I love them.'
'I don't! I hate them!' she yelled.
'Believe me, Eve, they're not—'
'For Christ's sake, just get rid of them. That is what you do for a living, isn't it?'
'Yes, but— All right,' he said placatingly, 'if it will make you happy, dear.'
'When?'
'In about six weeks. My schedule is full right—'
'I'm not one of your goddamned patients,' Eve snapped. 'I'm your wife. I want you to do it now— tomorrow.'
'The clinic is closed on Saturdays.'
'Then open it!' He was so stupid God, she could not wait to get rid of him. And she would. One way or another. And soon.
'Come into the other room for a moment.' He took her into the dressing room.
She sat in a chair under a strong light while he carefully examined her face. In an instant he was transformed from a bumbling little milquetoast to a brilliant surgeon, and Eve could sense the transformation. She remembered the miraculous job he had done on her face. This operation might seem unnecessary to Keith, but he was wrong. It was vital. Eve could not bear the thought of losing Rory.
Keith turned off the light. 'No problem,' he assured her. 'I'll do it in the morning.'
The following morning, the two of them went to the clinic. 'I usually have a nurse assist me,' Keith told her, 'but with something as minor as this, it won't be necessary.'
'You might as well do something with this while you're at it.' Eve tugged at a bit of skin at her throat.
'If you wish, dear. I'll give you something to put you to sleep so you won't feel any discomfort. I don't want my darling to have any pain.'
Eve watched as he filled a hypodermic and skillfully gave her an injection. She would not have minded if there had been pain. She was doing this for Rory. Darling Rory. She thought of his rock-hard body and the look in his eyes when he was hungry for her.... She drifted off to sleep.
She woke up in a bed in the back room of the clinic. Keith was seated in a chair next to the bed.
'How did it go?' Her voice was thick with sleep.
'Beautifully,' Keith smiled.
Eve nodded, and was asleep again.
Keith was there when she woke up later. 'We'll leave the bandages on for a few days. I'll keep you here where you can be properly cared for.'
'All right.'
He checked her each day, examined her face, nodded. 'Perfect.'
'When can I look?'
'It should be all healed by Friday,' he assured her.
