CHARLIE KNOWS THAT every Wednesday his father accompanies the ambassador into the city. He takes advantage of his father’s absence to spend that day with his mother at the Abels’ villa. Even when Charlie and his father were still close, his father never wanted his son to visit the villa, saying that he could not receive him properly in a house in which he was not the master. His mother, on the other hand, has never felt the least bit humiliated by the work she does. So Charlie fell into the habit of visiting his mother on Wednesdays. Sometimes they don’t even talk. She’ll make him a cup of coffee, which he will sip while she goes on with her housework or prepares the Abels’ dinner. This day, he finds his mother sitting at the kitchen table, peeling potatoes.
“Hello, Mama.”
She jumps.
“Don’t tell me your father left that gate open again. It’s the same thing every Wednesday; he gets as excited as a child when he has to go into town with the ambassador. .”
“No problem, I closed it. . Are you okay, Mama?”
Silence.
“What’s the matter, Mama? You don’t seem yourself today.”
“I’m worried about your father.”
“What for? Is he sick?”
Another silence.
“I don’t think he’s going to be able to resist. .”
“Resist what? Now you’ve got me worried, Mama.”
She takes a deep breath.
“You know what a prideful man your father is. . Well, here it is: for the past two weeks there’s been a young girl living here. The daughter of the ambassador’s elder brother, Monsieur Georges, who has just died. Monsieur Georges lived all his life in Paris. He was married there to a Frenchwoman from a noble family. . The daughter doesn’t want to live with her mother in France, and so she came to live here.”
“So, what’s wrong with that? The ambassasor’s her uncle. .”
“Yes, but Monsieur Georges was not like the ambassador. He was, how can I put it, more aristocratic. He was even snootier than his wife, who at least is a real aristocrat. They came here two Christmases ago. .”
“Oh, to hell with Georges and his upper-class hussy. .”
His mother opens her eyes wide.
“Don’t make fun. . She’s a terror, that girl. This morning she yelled at your father again. . And I could see how much effort it took him to keep from putting her in her place. Truly, she treats us like we were a couple of slaves, and the ambasssador. .”
“Yes, yes, so why doesn’t he just speak to the ambassador? You’ve always said he was justice incarnate.”
“I know, but the ambassador adored his brother, he’s the only brother he had, and it makes him very happy to have his brother’s daughter living with us. . Your father hasn’t the heart to tell him what she’s like. . you understand?
“No, Mama, I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”
His mother raises a face ravaged by pain.
“He’ll never do it, and we’ll have to leave the villa.”
“You would rather lose this great job than complain about the behaviour of this girl?”
His mother goes back to peeling potatoes, as though she hasn’t heard him.
“That’s what I said to him, Charles. . And he said to me that he’ll never speak to the ambassador. And he won’t, I know it, and we’ll soon have to quit this place.”
“Where is this girl?”
“She’s probably at the Bellevue Circle playing tennis. It’s just across the way.”
“What does she look like?”
“Very pretty. . She takes after her mother, but she has the personality of her father. . very conscious of what she is. .”
“Okay, Mama, I’ve got to go. . Can you lend me a little money?”
“Of course I can, but from now on I’m going to have to watch what I spend. . Oh, my God, I don’t know what he’s going to say to the ambassador to explain why we’re leaving. . Oh, Charles, what’s going to happen to us? We’re like one big family here.”
“I’ve got to go now. . See you next week.”
“Maybe. . I don’t know. I don’t have any control over my life. .”
THERE ARE STILL a few people on the courts, despite the oppressive heat.
“Who’s that girl, there?” Charlie asks the gardener who is standing beside him.
“Mademoiselle Abel. . She just got here. . She’s a good player, but she’s got a lousy personality.”
“How do you know that?”
“Ha! When she loses, she shouts insults at everybody, even the umpire.”
“I’d like to speak to her.”
“Why? You doing something for her?”
“No, I just want to speak to her.”
“I doubt that that’s possible, my friend.”
“We’ll see.”
THE BAR IS at the far end of the courts.
“Whisky,” Charlie says.
The barman looks at him.
“I don’t recall seeing you here before.”
“It’s the first time I’ve been here. . and it won’t be the last.”
“Forgive me, my friend, but I doubt that very much. This is a private club. That’s why it’s called the Circle, you see? Either you join, or else you have to be invited here by one of the members. Otherwise. .”
“I see you know the rules pretty well.”
The barman smiles.
“I’ve been working here for twenty years, my friend. . I not only know all the rules, I know all the people, and I know their ways.”
“Well, then, you must know my father.”
The barman looks closely at Charlie.
“Your father?”
“No, he’s not a member,” Charlie says, laughing. “He works across there, at Ambassador Abel’s place.”
The barman’s expansive smile.
“You ask me do I know your father? And how! We started working together. Me, here, him at the ambassador’s. How is he doing? I haven’t seen him in a while, now. A very upright man, your father. And a good friend. . In a way, he’s just like the ambassador. They’re like a couple of twins. . They come from different social classes, but deep down they’re the same kind of person. . What’s up with your father?”
“He’s having problems.”
“Health, I’d guess.”
“No, thank God, he’s all right on that side of things. He’s having problems at work.”