'I was at Daphne's actually,' I say, taking my coat off, remembering my bra situation one second too late.
'Nice
I put my jacket back on and say, 'Forgot my bra. Sorry.'
'No need to apologize,' Michael says.
Jess gives him a playful, but strangely possessive, jab, which tells me that this might be a dash more than an isolated hookup. At least in Jess's eyes. My instinct is to leave the room and get the separate scoop from both parties later in the day, but then I figure that I might as well just ask the question now. So I say, 'What's going on here anyway? How long have you two been creeping around like this?'
Jess slides her arm around and says, 'Since you were in Italy, and I found my sperm bank.'
Michael laughs and says, 'Don't listen to her. We use condoms.'
'Seriously?' I say.
'Seriously,' Jess says. 'He has good genes, you know.'
I look at Michael, a man who can't even commit to giving a woman a key to his apartment. He smiles and shrugs.
'But we're also in love,' Jess says. 'So it's all good.'
'That's true,' Michael says. 'I love her.'
I study their matching inscrutable expressions. They are thoroughly amused with themselves but also strangely serious.
I shake my head and say, 'This is too fucking weird.' Then I head to my room to get a bra.
That afternoon, I am trying to work, but mostly contemplating how I should get in touch with Ben, when there is a knock on my office door. I assume it is Michael who has yet to show his guilty face.
'Come in!' I say, leaning back and mentally preparing my one-liner.
The door opens and Richard appears, sporting my favorite literary look: tweed blazer, turtleneck, and glasses. I am happy to see him-and still quite attracted to him. But overriding this is a sense of awkwardness due to the fact that in the ten days since our return, this is our first face-to-face interaction.
'I didn't know you wore glasses,' I say with a nervous laugh.
'Reading glasses,' he says, taking them off and slipping them into his jacket pocket.
I smile and motion toward my guest chair. 'Have a seat.'
He closes the door to a crack and sits down.
'So, Parr? What's the deal?' he says. He gives me a little smirk that doesn't completely mask a dash of hurt pride. I am pretty sure that Richard is not accustomed to being blown off in any manner. 'You didn't like Lake Como or what?'
I clear my throat and stammer, 'I've just been busy… But no, I had a lovely time at Lake Como.'
'Lovely, huh?' Richard says with an amused expression.
'You know what I mean. I had a great time,' I say more sincerely. '
'You already thanked me,' he says. 'No need to say it again.'
We smile at each other for what feels like ten minutes, but is probably only about thirty seconds. In that brief window, it becomes absolutely clear, if it wasn't already, that our affair is over. I know Richard has no deep feelings for me-and I'm almost as sure that he has at least one other woman in his rotation, and a few on the back burner. But I still feel compelled to give him an explanation. So I say, 'Listen. I feel really pathetic telling you this, but-'
Richard interrupts and says, 'Careful. Pathetic can be charming on the right woman.'
I laugh and say, 'Not in my case.'
'Let me guess,' he says. 'You're still in love with your ex-husband?'
I look at him, wondering how he knew. I can't think of a single time I've brought Ben up since Raymond Jr.'s baptism. Then again, maybe that's precisely
Then I reach into my top desk drawer for my cocktail ring. I can't return the trip to Italy-and it would be way too uncomfortable and gauche to offer up money for my half of our travel expenses. But I can symbolically return the ring. I say, 'I feel weird about keeping this.' As I attempt to hand it back to him, I have an unexpected jolt of being in high school when I returned Charlie's letter jacket to him upon our departure for college.
Richard waves me off and says, 'Oh, for God's
'Are you sure?' I say.
He gives me an exasperated look.
I put the box back in my drawer and say, 'Okay… thank you. I really do
'Well,' he says, standing. '
After he is gone I replay his words and decide that although he meant it as a selling point, there is something almost tragic about a no-strings-attached kind of life.
Of course there is also something really sad about the opposite sort of life, too-a life where people stay together
I know right away that she is talking about Scott. He is cheating on her again.
'Could you be wrong?' I say. 'Remember that one time you were wrong-and he really was just working late?'
I hear her inhale and then say, 'I hired someone to follow him. I have him on tape.'
'Oh,
'Don't,' she says. 'You'll make me cry.'
I try to switch out of sympathy mode and deal with facts instead. 'Tell me what happened,' I say.
Maura says that she started suspecting Scott of having an affair based on the same tired patterns: working late, flowers sent to appease her, distracted behavior, ceaseless voice-mail checking. She says that the worst part has always been the wondering, so last week she opened the yellow pages and called the first PI listed, a guy named Lorenz whom she describes as a '
'How cozy?' I say.
'Daphne would call it
'Hmm,' I say. 'So what happened next?'
She tells me that Lorenz followed them onto the elevator at the hotel, taping the following furtive whispers behind him:
'Can you
(Inaudible).