“And the Netherfield Center? That was an invention? Its connection to UCSF?”
“I knew you wouldn’t take part in the survey unless it was properly credentialed. Setting up the website wasn’t hard. What was hard was when it took on a life of its own. I was planning to confess. The night we were supposed to meet at Tea & Circumstances? Then Bunny and Jack came. I never intended to stand you up. I begged you not to go, remember? I didn’t think it would end like this.”
“But why did you have to sneak around? You could have just asked me the questions to my face. You didn’t even try.”
“What do you mean? I stalked you. I solicited you. I opened a fake Facebook account. I pinged you, alerted you, and notified you. I read the goddamn
“Is this on? Is this working?” We hear Nedra testing the mike. “William? Are you out there? It’s terribly bad form to not finish a toast. To be a toast dangler. At least in the UK, it is.”
“Oh, Jesus,” groans William, uncharacteristically flustered. “Save me.”
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll give the damn toast.”
As I make my way across the room, I try and clear my head. I should say something about love, obviously. Something about marriage. Something funny. Something sweet. But my mind is swimming with thoughts of William. The lengths to which he went to reach me.
When I get to the table, Zoe hands the microphone to me. “Go, Mom,” she whispers.
I bring the microphone slowly up to my lips. “Do you know how you know you know?” I sputter.
I did not just say that. My knees are shaking. I stare out into the crowd nervously and clutch at my throat.
“Head high,” Bunny says under her breath.
“When things are right.”
“People don’t talk that way in real life,” Bunny whispers.
“There’s just no stopping lovers from being together.”
“From the heart, Alice. From the heart,” she urges me.
“I’m sorry. Hold on.” I search for William but I don’t see him anywhere. “Let me try this again. Nedra. Kate. My sweetest, dearest friends.” A hush settles over the restaurant. I look out at the room.
“My God, look at all those phones. Do you realize there are phones on everybody’s table? Is there anybody here without a device? Raise your hand. No, I didn’t think so. You know, it’s crazy. It’s really crazy. We live in such connected times. It’s so easy to become addicted to having access to everything and everybody in a split second, but I’m not so sure that’s a good thing.”
I pause, take a sip of my water, and stall, hoping clarity will come to me. Where the hell did William go?
“Someone once told me waiting was a dying art. He worried that we had traded speed and constant access for the deeper pleasures of leaving and returning. I wasn’t sure I agreed with him. Who doesn’t want what they want when they want it? That’s the world we live in. To pretend otherwise is ridiculous. But I’m starting to think he was right. Nedra and Kate, you are a perfect example of what waiting brings you. Your partnership inspires me. It makes me want to be better. You have one of the strongest, most stalwart, loving, and tender relationships I’ve ever seen, and it will be my privilege to bear witness to your marriage tomorrow.”
I try and unobtrusively wipe my sweaty palms on my skirt.
“Now, I know I’m supposed to give you some advice now. Sage advice coming from somebody who’s been married for two decades. I’m not sure what wisdom I can offer, but I can say this. Marriage isn’t neutral. Sometimes we’d like to think it is, but listen, hiding out in the infirmary waiting for the war to end is no way to live.”
I look out at a sea of confused faces. Uh-oh.
“What I’m trying to say is don’t have a Sweden of a marriage. Or a Costa Rica of a marriage, either. Not that I don’t like Sweden or Costa Rica; they are perfectly lovely places to live and visit and I appreciate their neutrality, politically anyway. But my advice is-have the courage to let your marriage be some fiery country in the throes of revolution where each of you speaks a different dialect and sometimes you can barely understand each other but it doesn’t matter because, well, each of you is fighting. Fighting for each other.”
People start to whisper. A pair of women get up from their table and make their way to the bar. I’m losing them. What was I thinking? I am the least equipped person in the world to be giving advice about marriage. I’m a fake, I should sit down, I should shut up, and just when I’m getting ready to bolt from the room, my phone chimes. I ignore it. It chimes again.
“This is embarrassing, I’m so sorry. It might be an emergency. My father-you see. Let me just take a peek.”
I put the microphone down and pick up my phone. I have a message from John Yossarian.
I look up, and in the corner of the room I see William smiling at me.
I pick the microphone back up. “Listen, all I have to say… all I have to say is-run, dive, pitch a tent. Spend hours on the phone with your best friend.”
Nedra pops up and gives a Queen Elizabeth wave with a cupped palm. Laughter ripples through the room.
“Wear bikinis.”
More than a few groans from the women in the over-forty group.
“Drink tequila.”
Hoots of appreciation from the under-forty group.
“Wake up in the morning happy for no good reason.”
People are smiling. Faces are soft. Eyes are glistening.
“You’ve got them, Alice,” whispers Bunny. “Reel them in slowly now.”
I take a deep breath
“To Nedra and Kate,” the room echoes back.
I plop down in my chair, wiped out.
“Mom, you were awesome,” says Peter.
“I didn’t know you could just wing it like that,” says Zoe.
Nedra blows me a kiss from across the room, tears in her eyes.
“Where’s Dad?” asks Zoe.
“There,” says Peter, pointing. He’s leaning against the wall watching us, holding his phone in his hand.
I get my phone and quickly type.
Lucy Pevensie
RSVP Yes No Maybe
An instant later I get a message.
John Yossarian
“Back in a minute,” I say.
I’m standing near the bathroom door and William steps forward, into the dim light of the hallway.
“Wait. Before you say anything, I’m sorry,” I say.
“
“I didn’t make it easy for you. I was hard to find.”
“Yes, you were hard to find, Alice. But I made you a promise a long time ago that no matter how far you wandered, how far you went off trail, I would come after you, I would find you and I would bring you home.”
“Well, here I am. For better or for worse. And you’re probably thinking for worse right now.”
“No, I’m thinking we have got to stop meeting in the bathroom hallway,” he says, inching closer.
I pull the engagement ring out of my pocket. I wave it in his face and he stops short.
“Is that-?”
“Yes.”
