want.'
'Despite all that, I feel sorry for you.'
He was furious with her. Where did she get the audacity to pity him? 'Save your pity for someone who needs it.'
'You seem to be missing out on all the good parts of life.' Once again she began to fan herself with the popcorn box. 'You don't believe in God, and you won't make up with your daughter.'
'You leave Susannah out of this!'
'She's a special girl. She's kind and sensitive, and Sammy's probably going to hurt her. You should be there for her.'
'She doesn't deserve anything from me. She's made her own bed, and now she can damn well lie in it.'
'Sometimes the best part of loving somebody is loving them even though they've hurt you. Listen to me, Joel. Any fool can love somebody who's perfect, somebody who does everything right. But that doesn't stretch your soul. Your soul only gets stretched when you can still love somebody after they've hurt you.'
'Your husband for example?' he said scornfully. 'You women are amazing. You let men walk all over you because you're too spineless to stand up to them, and then you hide your weakness under the cover of sacrificial love.'
'Loving never makes you weak. It's being untrue to yourself that does that. It's like with Sammy. He wants to make me over into somebody like Florence Henderson. That's how he is. He buys me things like little pearl earrings and white cardigan sweaters. I always thank him, but those things aren't my style, and as much as I love him, I won't let him change me. That's how I stay true to myself. So I keep saying my prayers and hoping one day it'll be better between us. It should be like that with you and Susannah. Just because she did something you don't approve of doesn't mean you should cut her out.'
His face was stony. 'I refuse to have anything to do with someone who has betrayed me.'
'She wasn't betraying you. She was just following her own star. It didn't have anything to do with you.'
'It would be impossible for me to forgive her after what she's done.'
'But. Joel-that's what makes it love. Otherwise it's just shaking hands.'
He didn't want to think about what she'd said, but he couldn't help it. Was it possible that this cheap, gaudy woman knew something about life that had escaped him?
Suddenly the music gate opened. A limousine as white as Elvis's Las Vegas show costumes crept forward, followed by another. Next to him Angela gave a dry, broken sob. One by one, sixteen white limousines passed in a mournful parade through the gate. People were crying. Tough-faced men and overweight women let tears fall unashamedly down their cheeks. And then Angela clutched his arm as the white Cadillac hearse appeared-the hearse bearing the body of the King of Rock and Roll.
Angela took a deep, shattered breath and whispered, 'Good-bye, E.'
Joel watched the hearse turning slowly out onto the boulevard. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and rubbed it. He didn't want to ponder the fate of kings. He didn't want to think about his own mortality and why he had come on this strange odyssey, but suddenly the emptiness of his life pressed down on him with so much weight that he felt as if he were being pounded through the pavement into the dry, hot, Tennessee earth. He thought about what Angela had said-that the best part of loving was being able to love someone who had hurt you. He pressed his eyes shut and remembered just how badly Susannah had hurt him. But in the face of death and funerals, it no longer seemed to matter quite so much.
And then he finally admitted how badly he wanted her back. He wanted Susannah back, and he wanted to be able to love Paige the way a daughter should be loved. He envisioned his family gathered around him at Christmas dinner with rosy-cheeked grandchildren at the table and Kay at his side-silly, frivolous Kay, who used to make him laugh and helped him forget the pressures of holding power.
As he clutched his shoulder and struggled to breathe, he saw his faults stretched out in front of him like a long unbroken line on a sales graph. He saw his sins of pride and selfishness, he saw his small cruelties and his foolish belief that he could shape the world through the strength of his own will. He saw the arrogant way he had squandered the love of the people who cared for him.
The pain gripped him, traveling from his shoulder down into his chest, and he thought of the little girl he had pulled from her grandmother's closet so long ago. She had given him perfect, unconditional love-the most precious gift of his life-and he had thrown it away. Panic swept over him as he realized all he had lost. Was it too late? Could he have her back?
With astonishing suddenness, a wave of euphoria swept over him, riding right alongside his pain. It didn't have to be too late! As soon as he got back, he would tell her. He would fly home tonight and go to her. He would tell her that he forgave her, that he loved her. His life would once again have meaning. Everything would be all right again.
Angela's eyes were still on the white hearse, and her face, even in profile, looked stricken. 'I know I'm not young anymore,' she whispered, 'but-do you think I'm still attractive, Joel?'
He clutched his chest, no longer able to draw a breath that wasn't pain-wracked. There was no more time. He felt the chill coming over him, the fading of light, and he knew he had to give something back quickly, something good and precious. With his last remaining bit of strength, he pushed out the words.
'You'll always… be quite… beautiful, Angela…'
And then, in the shadow of the hearse bearing a king, another king slumped to the ground.
Chapter 20
Susannah had just fallen asleep when the phone rang shortly after midnight. She groaned and rolled over, automatically reaching out for Sam before she remembered that he was still at work. She should be there, too, but she had been exhausted and had finally gone home.
She fumbled for the phone, wondering why her husband and her partners couldn't leave her alone for even one night. 'Hello,' she murmured thickly.
'Susannah?'
'Paige?' She was instantly alert to the strangled sound in her sister's voice. 'Paige, what's wrong?'
'It's-it's Daddy.'
'Daddy?' Her spine stiffened and she braced herself for something horrible.
'He's-he's dead, Susannah. He had a heart attack.'
'Daddy's dead?' The words slipped from her lips, the syllables distorted as if they had been spoken underwater.
Paige was crying. It had happened in Memphis, she said. No one knew what he was doing there. Susannah gripped the sheet as her sister went on. The night closed around her like a small, tight box.
Paige hung up. Susannah continued to hold the telephone. She didn't want to replace the receiver. She didn't want to break her last fragile link with someone in her family.
A monster pressed down on her chest. Her golden prince had gone. There would be no more chances to win back his love. She began to cry-deep, wracking sobs that came from her soul. There was no more time left to receive her father's forgiveness. Her daddy was dead.
Sam heard the sounds when he walked in the door-soft, animal sounds. Fingers of fear shot through him as he ran toward the bedroom. Susannah was huddled in the far corner with her back smeared against the wall and her hands tangled in her nightgown. 'Suzie…'
He rushed toward her, knelt down on the floor and pulled her against him. The expression on her face chilled him. Someone had broken in the apartment and raped her. He drew her closer, rage and fear shaking him. 'It's all right, baby. I'm here. I'm here.'
'Sam?' Her voice quivered like an old woman's. 'Sam? Daddy's dead.'
Relief coursed through him. She was all right. Nothing terrible had happened to her. Hearing the news of Joel's death didn't particularly trouble him, and instead of trying to offer her phony words of comfort about a man he had
