“Ty never knew?”
“I’d have told him, I think, if I’d ever heard from him.”
“I talked to him.”
“I know. He called me right afterward and said you’d given him my name and number.”
“Only your married name. He looked up your phone number on his own, which I think should count in his favor. He said he wrote to you. Did he tell you that as well?”
She nodded. “His mom probably intercepted his mail. Or maybe the letters reached my mom and she never sent them on.”
“Or maybe she sent them to your father’s house and he decided not to let you know.”
“That would fit. What a shit-heel he was. I’ve scarcely spoken to him since. I’m sure he thought he was doing what was best. God save us from the people who want to do what’s best for us.”
“What happens now?”
“I guess we’ll wait and see. Ty said he’d call again and we’d find a way to get together. Wouldn’t that be strange after all these years?”
“Will you tell him about his daughter?”
“Depends on how it goes. In the meantime, are the two of us square?”
“Totally.”
She flicked a look at the clock. “Your appointment’s at nine?”
“It is. I’ll hang out at Daisy’s until I have to hit the road.”
“Why don’t you stick around? Kathy should be here any minute. You could wait and say hello.”
“To tell you the truth, I’m not all that fond of her, but thanks anyway.”
Liza laughed. “What about Winston?”
“Him, I like.”
“Well, he’s apparently on the warpath and she’s furious. That’s what she’s coming over to discuss.”
“Wow. I’m surprised. I’d love to hear about that.”
As though on cue, the doorbell rang and then Kathy opened the door and banged in with a bottle of white wine in hand. She tossed her purse on a chair, saying, “That guy is such an asshole!”
She was wearing heels and hose, a T-shirt, and a floral cotton skirt that was slightly too short for the shape of her legs. She stopped when she saw me. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you had company. I can come back later if you’re tied up.”
“No, no. Not a problem. Kinsey’s met Winston, but I’m sure her lips are sealed.”
I raised my right hand, as though being sworn in.
Kathy was in motion again, coming into the kitchen, where she placed the bottle on the counter. “Well, shit. I don’t care who knows about the prick. It serves him right.” She went about the business of opening the wine-cutting the foil, auguring out the cork. She crossed to one of the kitchen cabinets and removed three wineglasses, which she lined up on the counter. I declined, so she filled the other two and handed one to Liza.
It was odd to see the contrast between the two blondes. Liza’s features were delicate-straight nose; fine, flaxen hair; and a wide mouth. She was slender, with small hands and long, narrow fingers. Kathy’s hair was thick, with a slightly frizzy wave that probably got worse when the humidity went up. She was built along sterner lines, with the look of someone who has managed to lose weight but will surely gain it back.
Liza said, “So what’s he gone and done?”
“He hired a divorce attorney. That guy, what’s-his-butt, Miller, the one whose brother got killed.”
Liza wrinkled her nose. “Colin Miller? Kathy, that’s bad news. He’s horrible when it comes to women. I don’t know how he gets away with it. He must have an in with the judges because his clients do great and all the ex-wives end up screwed. Joanie Kinsman wasn’t awarded enough support to cover the mortgage. She was forced to live in her car until Bart came along.”
“Perfect. That’s just what I need. I don’t know what got into him. He must have been burning up the phone lines because the jerk got me served. Can you believe it? I get home from my tennis lesson and there’s a process server on my doorstep, shoving all this shit in my face. I felt like a criminal. And get this. He’s refusing to leave. Last week I talked him into finding his own apartment and everything was set. Now he won’t budge. He says he’s paying for the house and he intends to live there and if that doesn’t suit me, I can move out myself. Where does he get off? You know what else he said? He says if I give him any guff, he’ll default on the loan, quit his job, and take off.”
“Geez, that’s extreme. Have you talked to your dad?”
“Of course! I called and told him everything.”
“What’d he say?”
“He said I should keep my mouth shut and get a good attorney of my own. He says Winston’s a great manager and as much as it would grieve him, he’d have to hang with him.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, ouch. Anyway, I’m sorry to bust in. I know I sound like a raving lunatic, but I’ll be feeling better in a minute. Cheers.” She lifted her wineglass in a toast and then drank it half down. I could hear her epiglottis working with every gulp she took.
Liza took a sip of wine and set it down. She was fiddling with the sponge again, but she wasn’t cleaning much. “Guess who called?”
For an instant Kathy seemed surprised that someone other than herself would be the topic of conversation. “Who?”
“Ty.”
“Eddings? You’re putting me on. Talk about a voice from the past. What the hell did he want?”
“Nothing. He was calling to touch base. He lives in Sacramento.”
“Doing what?”
“He’s a criminal lawyer.”
“Oh, please. Given his history, I’m surprised he didn’t wind up in jail.”
“I guess he saw the error of his ways.”
“Fat chance of that,” Kathy said. “Anyway, I called Winston the minute the process server left. I was so damn mad, I could hardly keep a civil tongue. I mean, I managed, but just barely-”
“He told me your mother was the one who blew the whistle on us.”
That stopped her cold. “Are you serious? Well, that’s weird.”
“According to Ty, Livia called his aunt Dahlia, who turned around and called his mom. And that’s why she drove in and hauled him off.”
“Huh, that’s funny. I had no idea.”
“Me neither. I was shocked.”
“Maybe she did you a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Come on. The guy was a loser. You were so ga-ga over him, you couldn’t even see straight.”
“Why was that any of Livia’s concern?”
“Liza, you know how judgmental she was. She thought she was right. You were barely fourteen years old and had no business taking up with the likes of him. If Ty’s mother hadn’t showed up, no telling what kind of trouble you’d have gotten yourself into. All that petting? Get real. Can’t you see that he was setting you up?”
“But how’d she find out?”
“What?”
“We know Livia told Dahlia, but who told her?”
“Don’t look at me. All the kids at school knew. That’s all they ever talked about-the fact that the two of you were fooling around. I can’t tell you how many times I had to come to your defense.”
Liza looked at the counter. “Really.”
“Trust me. I was on your team. Remember Lucy Speiler and that guy she was hanging out with? What a mess he was-”
“Kathy, don’t go on and on. You’re the one who told.”
“Me? I can’t believe you’d say that.”
“Well, I did. You were jealous of Violet and you were jealous of Ty. Remember the day you brought over my birthday gift and I wasn’t home? You went to my room and read my diary and that’s what you told your mom. God knows why. Maybe you thought you’d been anointed to save my immortal soul.”
“Maybe I was. Did it ever occur to you how gullible you were? You were so pathetic. Violet could make you do anything. Whatever she wanted-didn’t matter how outrageous it was-you’d lie down, roll over like a pup, and start licking her hand.”
“We were friends.”
“What kind of woman makes friends with a thirteen-year-old? You know why she did that? Because no one her age would have anything to do with her. She was cheap. She was sleazy and she slept all over town. She’d have liked nothing better than to have you in the same boat with her. You know what they say, misery loves company.”