Marcus doesn't stop me from hailing it, doesn't ask me to go back to his place. I am relieved, because I think I might have said yes. And that would be a mistake. It would only be the apple martini talking-that and a growing resentment in my chest that here I am, six days postroll, playing third wheel at a romantic dinner and kissing the wrong guy in a windowless lounge filled with cigar smoke.
Chapter 16
Marcus is what I need to give Dex more time. The logic is convoluted, but I feel that the small act of betrayal puts Dex and me on equal footing, at least in the short run. He is engaged; I kissed his friend.
Hillary doesn't buy the rationale. She is beside herself, telling me to cut it off. No more. Enough.
'Just a little more time,' I say. 'It's still only July. We're only in July.'
She looks at me skeptically.
'Come on, Hill,' I say. 'Patience is a virtue… Good things come to those who wait… Time cures all things.'
'Uh-huh,' she says. 'How about 'No time like the present'? Ever heard that one?'
'I'll say something soon. I will.'
'Okay. Because you really can't put this off any longer. You need to nail him down,' she says. 'Move on with your life one way or the other.
This waiting-around stuff just isn't good for you, Rach. I'm seriously worried about you…'
'I know. I'll say something,' I tell her. 'You have to remember that I've only seen him one time since our weekend together. And that was late one night after work. He fell asleep on my couch.'
'Well,' she says knowingly.
'Well, what?'
'Well, isn't that somewhat telling?'
I know what she is implying. That if Dex loved me enough, he'd make more time for me. That I have lost momentum since July Fourth.
'No, actually, it's not telling,' I say defensively. 'Work has been crazy for both of us. Les is on a rampage. You know that. We've literally had no time to see each other.'
'All right,' she says. 'But I'm giving him one more week. Then no more excuses.'
'Two more weeks,' I negotiate, and then explain that only a very shallow person would find it so incredibly easy to cancel an engagement. That the situation is vastly more complicated than she is acknowledging. That Dex would not string me along for the hell of it. That he values our friendship at the very least. That he also values my friendship with Darcy. That he has integrity. That he told me he loves me. And meant it. I pull out all the stops, trying to convince myself along the way.
'All right then,' she says. 'Two weeks. Absolute max.'
I smile and nod, thinking that two weeks should just about do it. One way or the other.
In the meantime, I must face another hurdle: Darcy's shower/bachelorette party. It has been on the calendar forever-the third Saturday in July-but for obvious reasons I have yet to plan the evening. Claire calls that afternoon to press me on details. 'Should we go to the Hamptons or stay in the city?'
'I don't know. What do you think?' I am distracted, noticing that my secretary put two c's in 'recommend' on a fax cover sheet that I failed to proofread. If Les sees it, he will go postal.
'It depends on what Darcy wants,' Claire says.
Naturally. It always does.
'Right,' I say.
'So? What does she want to do?' Claire asks in a tone that says, you should know this, you are the maid of honor.
I admit that I'm not sure.
'Let's conference her in and find out,' Claire suggests in her sorority-social chair voice. She puts me on hold and returns with Darcy on the line.
We present Darcy with her options: Manhattan or the Hamptons. Claire outlines the pros and cons of each and assures her that either way it is going to be the best bachelorette party ever.
Darcy says she doesn't care. Both options sound great. She is subdued. Something is wrong. Maybe there is trouble brewing at home, a visible crack emerging in their relationship. Maybe Dex said something to her. I feel a surge of hope, which is followed by a larger dose of guilt. How can I so easily root for my friend's unhappiness?
'You don't care?' Claire asks. 'That's a first.'
'You guys decide. I'm fine either way.'
'What's Dex doing?' Claire asks. Of course, I am wondering the same thing.
'I'm not sure,' Darcy says. 'He mentioned going to the Hamptons to golf.'
'Well, if he does that, we should stay in the city. You don't want him around for your big night, do you?' Claire asks.
'No,' Darcy says. 'I guess not.'
Something is definitely wrong. She does not sound the slightest bit excited about a night in her honor. My instinct to soothe her kicks in. 'Claire and I will put it together and let you know where to show up,' I say. 'Does that sound good to you?'
'Yeah. That's fine.' Her voice is flat.
'Is everything all right?' Claire asks.
'Yeah. I'm just a little tired.'
'Okay. We'll work on this, Darce. It's going to be a great party,' I say.
We all say good-bye and hang up. Claire calls me right back. 'What is wrong with her? She sounds upset.'
'I don't know.'
'You think she's mad at us because we don't have this planned yet? It is pretty slack of us,' Claire says, sounding worried. It is a scary thing to have Darcy mad at you.
'No. That can't be it. She knows we've told everyone about the date weeks ago… Everyone will be there. It's just a matter of nailing down final plans. I'll talk to her,' I say.
I hang up with Claire and call Darcy back. She answers, her voice lifeless.
'You sure you're okay?' I ask, utterly conflicted as I wait for her answer.
'I'm fine. Just tired… Maybe a little down.'
'Why? How was your weekend?' I ask tentatively.
'It was okay.'
'Did you have fun with Dex's father?'
'Yeah. He's nice,' she says.
'Do you like his stepmother?'
'She's okay. She can be a pain in the ass though.'
Takes one to know one.
'What did she do?'
'Well, for example, she kept complaining about how cold she was at the theater. You should have heard her carrying on and on during the whole intermission, even after Mr. Thaler gave her his jacket. Dex and I were like, well, that's what you get for wearing a skimpy dress.'
Dex and I were like… My stomach drops. I hope I'm not in for a lifetime of those words.
'But overall the weekend was okay?' I probe, pressing the phone against my ear.
'Yeah. It was okay.'
'Then why are you down?'
'Oh, I don't know. I think it's just PMS. I'll be fine.'
Ordinarily I would try and wheedle Darcy out of her mood, find a way to perk her up, but instead I just say, 'Well, I better go. Got some party planning to do.'
