“When we were in England together, I thought about you constantly. From the time I met you at the Christmas party, I believed I had finally found the right girl, but for some reason, I kept hanging back, and I didn’t know why. Even when I knew I was hurting you, I still didn’t ask you to marry me.
“You are the most curious person I’ve ever met. Wherever we went in London, you wanted to know everything that had ever happened there. Remember when we went to the cemetery where Elizabeth Garrison’s family is buried? You let out a whoop when you found them, as if they were your own family. I didn’t give a crap about those people. I got all caught up in it because of you.
“For you, life is an adventure. You want to go places and see things. And as long as you are living overseas, you will continue to do that. I had my adventure. Three years in the Army and thirty missions scratched that itch. I’m ready to settle down, and I think deep down I knew you weren’t.”
“And how did Peggy help you out?” I was really annoyed.
Rob had been gone for ten days, and in that time, he had met a girl who had provided such clarity he had been able to figure everything out.
“She talked about what most women her age want — getting married, buying a house, and having kids. She doesn’t care where Elizabeth I is buried or what happened in Regency England.”
“You’re making it sound as if being interested in people and places isn’t a good thing,” I answered defensively. “You’ve seen where I grew up. Of course, I want adventure.”
“Do you know what I want?” Rob asked, leaning across the table. “Getting that job at Delta and buying a car. I don’t want to tour Europe. I’ve seen all of Europe that I ever want to see. In a few years, I want to go to the beach in a station wagon with a couple of kids in the back seat. But that’s not what you want. You want to walk the streets of Pompeii and climb the Eiffel Tower.
And I want you to have it. It’s just that you can’t have those things with me.”
I didn’t have a response to that because everything he was saying was true. “Is her name really Peggy?”
“As far as I know. Why?”
“Peggy and Maggie are both short for Margaret.”
“That seems about right. Two nice women with the same name.”
We said very little on the drive back to the station because I didn’t want to start crying.
“Rob, take care of yourself. Don’t rush into anything.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. It’ll be a long time before I get over you.”
As soon as I got into the car, I started to cry. Rob had been my first true love, and we had some wonderful memories together, and now he was gone forever.
Chapter 45
Although a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, I felt little sense of relief. I was dreading going back to the house because I would have to explain the breakup to my family. What I needed was a few days of quiet, but I wasn’t going to get it.
“Where’s Rob?” my mother asked while peeling potatoes. “Weren’t you supposed to pick him up at the station?”
“He’s flying home to see his parents in Arizona. We have decided to stop seeing each other,” I said, slumping into a wooden kitchen chair.
My mother, who had a lifetime of experience in navigating bumps, had learned that problems seemed more manageable after drinking a large cup of black coffee, with a splash of whiskey if it involved Patrick. I tried to explain why I had let Rob go, but I was falling short. I finally said, “I just couldn’t marry him.”
“Then you shouldn’t. You absolutely shouldn’t,” Mom said with a surprising amount of fervor. “Look at me and your father. I was so flattered that a smart, college-educated man was interested in a girl from Miner Hill that I was willing to overlook the drinking and the long silences. We should have left Minooka right after we got married. Get him away from his father and the bars, but I didn’t want to leave my mother. So we stayed.”
With that opening, I thought this might be a good time to tell her that I was going back to England, but then she said, “While you were at the station, you had a long-distance call from Michael Crowell. He said to let you know he and his parents were thinking about you and to offer the family their condolences for our loss.”
“That’s it? That’s all he said?” I was so agitated that my voice cracked. Whatever thoughts I had had of Rob flew out of my head. The only person I cared about was Michael.
“Well, he asked if you were home, and I told him you were at work, and after that, you had to pick Rob up at the station. Then he said what I told you he said. I didn’t rattle on, Maggie. That was a long-distance call from wherever — London — I don’t know, and I didn’t want to waste his money.”
I looked at the clock. It was the middle of the night in England. I’d have to wait until 2:00 in the morning before calling Crofton. I dialed the long-distance operator to find out what I needed to do to place an overseas call. She explained the procedure and told me she would call me back when she had my party on the other line. My mother had been staring at me the whole time I was talking to the operator — not having a clue as to what was going on. When I got off the phone, I tried to explain as best I could what Michael meant to me, but my mother shook her head in total incomprehension.
“You’re not thinking this through, Maggie. It is not possible to be in love with one man one day and a different one the next.”
Additional explanations were getting me nowhere when Sadie came downstairs and told my mother that she knew about my reservations regarding Rob and my feelings for Michael.
“Mom, it’s too late,” Sadie explained. “Maggie was already in love with Michael when she got here. She felt bad about letting down someone as nice as Rob, but she knows what she’s doing.”
“I beg to differ,” my mother said angrily. “This shows a lack of seriousness I would never have guessed about you, Maggie.”
As much as Mom’s words stung, she was not my main problem. What did Michael think when my mother told him that I had a job? That made it sound as if I had made the decision to stay in the States. And what was going through his mind when he heard that Rob had come to Minooka?
At 1:30, I put on a heavy robe and went down to the kitchen to wait for my call to be put through to Crofton. For ninety minutes, I stared at the phone, willing it to ring. The call finally came in at 3:00 a.m. It was Beth.
“Maggie, is there something wrong?” I told her about Michael’s call earlier in the day and that I was trying to return his phone call.
“Oh, dear,” she said in that clipped English accent that I loved. “He’s not here. He’s in New York. He must have called you from my Aunt Laura’s. Maggie, he went to the States specifically to talk to you.”
“I don’t understand why he did that. The last thing he said was that he was going to wait in Crofton for me to make a decision. But I’m afraid he got the wrong idea when he called this afternoon. He’s probably thinking Rob and I have gotten back together, and it’s not true.” After a long pause, I said, “Beth, I’m in love with your son.”
“Yes, dear. I know,” Beth said with a smile in her voice. “I’ve known since the ball. I was waiting for you to figure it out.” Beth immediately put a plan into action. She would call her Aunt Laura to make sure Michael didn’t leave New York. “We have to get you to New York City. Get a pencil and paper, and I’ll give you all the particulars.”
Laura Bolton Winslow was just shy of celebrating her eightieth birthday, but you would never have known it from the spry woman who answered the door of her fifth-floor New York apartment.
“Finally, I get to meet the young woman Beth has been writing to me about for how long now? A year?” she said, gesturing for me to come in.
A colored woman came into the room carrying a coffee tray and smiled broadly when Laura introduced her personal assistant of twelve years, Ruth Johnson. When Laura’s husband had died, she had hired Ruth as a maid, but in the intervening years, Ruth had become her friend and companion.