The Great Escape

Temple turned to Panda. “She’s some kind of alien. How can she gain twenty pounds and not have it make her crazy?”

“I haven’t gained twenty pounds,” Lucy retorted. “Ten max.” But sweet potato fries and sugar cookies weren’t her real enemy. Her enemy was the guilt she felt over the pages she hadn’t written, the family she was virtually ignoring, and the panic she experienced whenever she thought about leaving Charity Island.

Panda pushed back from the table. “If you’ll both excuse me, I’m going outside to shoot myself.”

“Do it near the water,” Lucy said, “so we don’t have to clean up after you.”

She and Temple finished their sad excuse for dinner in glum silence. Temple stared out the window, and Lucy picked at the kitchen table’s vomitous green paint.

LATE THE NEXT AFTERNOON, AS Lucy pulled some weeds by the porch and contemplated a trip to a bar in town so she could work on her reverse bucket list, she heard a car pull into the driveway. It didn’t sound like one of their regular delivery vans. She set aside her trowel and went around the house to investigate.

A woman with short, bright red hair and a stocky figure stepped out of a silver Subaru. She wore a loose-fitting white top, serviceable tan capris that would have looked better on someone with longer legs, and athletic sandals. A chunk of turquoise hung from a leather cord around her neck, and silver rings flashed on her fingers. Lucy nodded in greeting and waited for the woman to identify herself. Before that could happen, the front door opened and Mr. Bodyguard stepped out.

The woman turned away from Lucy to face him. “Patrick Shade?”

He stopped at the top of the steps. “Can I help you?” he said, without answering her question.

She came around to the front of her car. “I’m looking for a friend.”

He nodded toward Lucy. “Unless you’re looking for one of us, you have the wrong house.”

“She’s here. I know she is.”

Their visitor’s stocky build reminded Lucy that Temple had enemies. What if this woman were a disgruntled former client? Or a Fat Island television viewer turned stalker?

Panda kept himself firmly planted between the visitor and the door.

“It took me weeks to find her,” the woman said stubbornly. “I’m not going away.”

He moved slowly down the steps. “This is private property.”

He hadn’t raised his voice, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. She backed against the car, more desperate than threatening. “I have to see her.”

“You need to go now.”

“Just tell her I’m here. Please. Tell her Max is here.”

Max? Lucy stared. This was Max?

But Panda didn’t seem surprised by the woman’s revelation. Was he wearing his professional poker face or had he known all along that the person Temple pined for was a woman?

Of course he’d known. Someone as thorough as Panda wouldn’t let a detail like that escape him.

The woman turned toward the house and shouted, “Temple! Temple, it’s Max! Don’t do this. Come out and talk to me!”

Her pain was so visceral Lucy felt it in her own heart. Surely Temple would hear her and come out. But no sound came from the house, no movement. The door stayed shut. Lucy couldn’t stand it. She cut around the side and entered through the back.

She found Temple upstairs in her bedroom standing off to the side of the front window where she could watch the driveway without being spotted. “Why did she have to come here?” She sounded both fierce and broken. “I hate her.”

Everything Lucy hadn’t understood was now clear. “No, you don’t. You love her.”

A lock of Temple’s hair came out of her clip as she spun around, every muscle of her overexercised body taut. “What do you know about anything?”

“I know this has been tearing you apart all summer.”

“It’ll get better. It’s simply a matter of time.”

“Why did you break up?”

Temple’s nostrils flared. “Don’t be naive. Do you think I want the world to know that I-I fell in love with another woman?”

“You’ll hardly be the first celebrity trainer to come out of the closet. I doubt it’ll ruin your career.”

“It’ll ruin me.”

“How? I don’t understand.”

“This is not what I want to be.”

“A lesbian?”

Temple flinched.

Lucy threw up her hands. “Jeez, Temple, welcome to the twenty-first century. People fall in love.”

“Easy for you to say. You fell in love with a man.”

For a moment Lucy actually thought she was talking about Panda, but then she realized Temple must mean Ted. “We don’t always choose whom we fall in love with. Lots of women are lesbians.”

Her lip curled, even as her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. “I’m not lots of women. I’m Temple Renshaw.”

“And that puts you a cut above ordinary humans?”

“I don’t settle for second best. It’s not how I’m made.”

“Do you really think Max is second best?”

“Max is wonderful,” she said fiercely. “The best person I’ve ever known.”

“Then what?”

Temple remained stubbornly silent, but Lucy wouldn’t let her get away with that. “Go ahead and say it.”

“I don’t have to. Political correctness doesn’t change the reality. Homosexuality is a defect. A flaw.”

“Got it. You’re too perfect to be gay.”

“I’m not talking to you about this any longer.”

Lucy was filled with pity. The standards Temple had set for herself were impossible for anyone to meet. No wonder she was miserable.

Tires crunched in the gravel. Temple closed her eyes and leaned back against the curtain. Lucy looked out the window. “Congratulations. The best person you’ve ever known just drove away.”

PANDA WAS SAWING AT A dead tree and spoiling for a fight when Lucy came out to talk to him. “I suppose you think I should have told you about Max, too?” he said.

“Yes, but I also understand client confidentiality. I know-”

A loud crash came from the house. He threw down the saw and raced inside. Lucy ran after him. As she reached the front hallway, she heard thuds coming from overhead, then something slamming against the floor. She followed him up the steps.

Temple stood in the middle of the gym, eyes wild, hair undone, the destruction of her prison-kingdom all around her. An overturned weight bench, scattered floor-mats, a hole in the wall. Temple snatched up a ten-pound weight and was about to hurl it through the window when Panda grabbed her.

It was a battle of the gods. Hercules versus Xena Warrior Princess. But as strong as she was, he was far stronger, and it didn’t take long for him to pinion her against his chest.

All the fight went out of her. When he finally released her, she collapsed at his feet. He shot Lucy a silent appeal for help, and she did the only thing she could think of.

Her bread was hidden in the den where Panda could get to it. She’d baked it just that afternoon at the cottage. She carried it to the kitchen where she unwrapped it, cut off the chewy heel, and drizzled it with honey from the jar she’d hidden in the cupboard.

Temple was slumped against the wall, her head resting against the arms she’d folded over her bent knees. Lucy knelt next to her and offered it. “Eat this.”

Temple’s teary red eyes reflected only betrayal. “Why are you sabotaging me?” she said hoarsely.

“This isn’t sabotage.” Lucy struggled to find the words. “It’s-it’s life.”

Temple ate it. Not gulping it down but savoring each small bite. While Panda leaned against the doorjamb and watched, Lucy sat cross-legged at Temple’s side and tried to think what to say. In the end, she said nothing.

“That was good,” Temple said in a small voice. “Can I have another?”