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Author: Kristan Higgins
I’d never had six messages before. Was something wrong? Had Mémé died? An unexpected wave of sadness hit me at the idea. Hitting the code for my voice mail, I glanced out the window and waited as Julian and Cambry the waiter flirted.
“You have six new messages. Message one. ” My older sister’s voice came on. “Grace, it’s Margaret. Listen, kid, don’t go to Soleil tonight, okay? I’m really sorry, but I think Junie told Mom where you were going when Mom called my office this afternoon. I guess Mom’s all hell-bent for leather to meet Wyatt, and she made a reservation for tonight. With the Carsons. So don’t go there. I’ll pick up the tab somewhere else, just charge it. Call me when you get this. ”
The message was left at 3:45.
Oh…my…God.
Message two. “Grace, Margs again. Mom just called me. The dinner is definitely at Soleil, so head somewhere else, okay? Call me. ” That one was at 4:15.
Messages three through five were the same, I dimly noted, though Margaret’s language deteriorated as they went on. Horror rose like an icy tide. Message six was as follows. “Grace, where the hell are you? We’re leaving for the stupid restaurant right now. The Carsons, Andrew, Nat, Mom and Dad and Mémé. Call me! Our reservation is at seven. ”
I looked at my watch. It was six-fifty-three.
Julian and Cambry were laughing now as Cambry wrote his phone number on a piece of paper. “Julian?” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“One sec, Grace,” said Julian. “Cambry and I—” Then he saw my expression. “What is it?”
“My family is on their way. Here,” I said.
His eyes popped. “Oh, shit. ”
Cambry looked at us, confused. “Is there a problem?” he asked.
“We need to leave right away,” I said. “Immediately. Family emergency. Here. ” I fumbled in my pocketbook for the gift certificate Margaret’s secretary had printed off the Internet. Dread raced through my veins. I couldn’t be found here. I couldn’t! I’d just tell the family we’d gone somewhere else. That was it. No problem.
Just as we stood up to go, I heard the horrible sound of my mother’s nervous society laugh. Ahahaha! Ahahaha!
Oooh…ahahaha. I looked at Julian. “Run,” I whispered.
“We need another exit,” Julian said to Cambry.
“Through the kitchen,” he answered instantly. The two of them were off, me right on their heels, when the strap of my pocketbook snagged on the chair of a nearby diner. He looked up.
“Oopsy,” he said. “You’re caught, honey. ” In more ways than one, mister. I flashed him a panicked smile and tugged. The strap didn’t come free.
Years of dance training made Julian lithe and fast as a snake. He zigged and zagged through the tables toward the busy, open kitchen, failing to notice I wasn’t with him.
“Here you go,” said the diner, sliding the strap off the back of his chair. And just as I turned to gallop after my friend, I heard my mother’s voice.
“Grace! There you are!”
My entire family walked in. Margaret, wide-eyed. Andrew and Nat, holding hands. Dad pushing Mémé’s wheelchair, followed by Mom. And the Carsons, Letitia and Ted.
My mind was perfectly blank. “Hi, guys!” I heard myself saying in that out-of-body way. “What are you doing here!”
Nat gave me a hug. “Mom insisted that we crash. Just to say hello, not to spoil your special night. ” She pulled back to look at me. “I’m really sorry. I told her no a million times, but you know how she is. ”
Margaret caught my eye and shrugged. Well, hell, she tried. I could feel my heart thumping in sick, rolling beats, and hysterical laughter wriggled like a trout in my stomach.
“Grace, darling! You’ve been so secretive!” Mom burbled, her eyes darting to my table, where two martinis and an order of oysters Rockefeller sat abandoned. “I told Letitia here about your wonderful doctor boyfriend, and she said she couldn’t wait to meet him, and then I had to tell her that we haven’t met him, and then I thought, well, I’ll just kill two birds with one stone. You remember the Carsons, don’t you, dear?”
Of course I remembered them. I got to within three weeks of being their daughter-in-law, for heaven’s sake.
Someday, a long, long time from now, I might forgive my mother. On second thought, no. In my experience, Mr.
and Mrs. Carson were aloof, undemonstrative people, completely devoid of humor. They never expressed anything but the coolest politeness toward me.
“Hi, Mrs. Carson, Mr. Carson. Good to see you again. ” The Carsons smiled insincerely at me. I returned their smile with equal affection.
“What are you eating? Are those oysters? I don’t eat shellfish,” Mémé boomed. “Disgusting, slimy, riddled with bacteria. I have irritable bowel syndrome as it is. ”
“Grace, honey, I’m sorry if we’re horning in,” Dad murmured, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Your mother went a little berserk when she heard you weren’t coming. Don’t you look pretty! So where is he? As long as we’re here. ”
Andrew caught my eye. He knew me pretty well, after all. He tilted his head to one side and smiled curiously.
“He’s…uh…he’s in the bathroom,” I said.
Margaret closed her eyes.
“Right. Um, not feeling that well, actually. I’d better go check on him. Tell him you’re here. ”
My face burned as I walked (and walked, and walked, God, it seemed to be taking forever) through the restaurant. In the foyer, Cambry gestured down the hall toward the restrooms. Sure enough, there was Julian, lurking just inside the men’s room, peering out through the cracked door. “What should we do?” he whispered. “I told Cambry what was going on. He can help us. ”
“I just told them Wyatt’s not feeling well. And you’re playing the part of Wyatt. ” I glanced back toward the dining room. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph on rye bread, here comes my dad! Get in a stall. Hurry up!”
The door closed, and I heard the sound of a stall door slamming as Dad lumbered down the hall. “Honey? How’s he doing?”
“Oh, well, not so good, Dad. Um, he must’ve eaten something that didn’t agree with him. ”
“Poor guy. Helluva way to meet your sweetheart’s family. ” Dad leaned amiably against the wall. “Want me to check on him?”
“No! No, no. ” I pushed the men’s room door open a crack. “Hon? You doing okay?”
“Uhhnnhuh,” Julian said weakly.
“I’m here if you need me,” I said, letting the door close again. “Dad, I really wish you guys hadn’t come. This is—”
a ridiculous farce “—our special night. ”
He had the decency to look ashamed. “Well, your mother…you know how she is. She felt the whole family should be there to show the Carsons…well, that you’re okay with everything. ”
“Right. And I am,” I said, cursing myself. I should’ve just gone to the stupid dinner, said that Wyatt had plans or emergency surgery or something. Instead, here I was, lying to my father. My dear old dad who loved me and played Civil War with me and paid for my new windows.
“Dad?” I said hesitantly. “About Wyatt…”
Dad patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Pudding. It’s embarrassing, sure, but no one will hold a little diarrhea against him. ”
“Well, the thing is, Dad—”
“We’re just glad you’re seeing someone, honey. I don’t mind admitting that I was worried about you. Breaking up with Andrew, well, that was one thing. Everyone’s heart gets broken once or twice. And I knew it wasn’t your idea, honey. ”
My mouth dropped open. “You did?” I’d taken such pains to tell everyone that it was mutual, that we just weren’t sure we were right for each other… “Sure, Pudding. You loved him, clear as day. Letting your sister date him…” Dad sighed. “Well, at least you found someone else. The whole way here, Natalie was chattering on
and on about how wonderful your young man was.
I think she still feels pretty guilty. ”
Well. There went my feeble desire to confess. A man came down the hall and paused, looking at us.
“My daughter’s boyfriend is sick,” Dad explained. “The runs. ” I closed my eyes.
“Oh,” the man said. “Um…thanks. I guess I can wait. ” He turned and headed back to the dining room.
Dad pushed the door open a little. “Wyatt, son? This is Grace’s dad, Jim Emerson. ”
“Hello, sir,” Julian mumbled in a lower than normal voice.
“Anything I can get for you?”
“No, thanks. ” Julian threw in a groan for authenticity. Dad winced and let the door close.
“Why don’t we go back, too, Dad?” I suggested. I cracked the door again. “Honey? I’ll be back in a sec. ”
“Okay,” Julian said hoarsely, then coughed. Frankly, I thought he was overdoing it a bit, but hey. I owed the guy my firstborn. Dad took my hand as we went back to the dining room, and I gave him a grateful squeeze as we approached my family, who was now seated around a large table. The Carsons frowned at the menu, Mémé inspected the silverware, Mom looked like she could levitate with the amount of nervous energy buzzing through her. Andrew, Nat and Margaret all looked up at me.
“How’s he doing?” Natalie asked.
“Not that great,” I said. “A bad oyster or something. ”
“I told you. Oysters are filthy bits of rubbery phlegm,” Mémé announced, causing a nearby diner to gag noticeably.
“You’re looking well, Grace,” Mrs. Carson said, tearing her eyes from the menu. She tilted her head as if impressed that I hadn’t slashed my throat when her son dumped me.
“Thanks, Mrs. Carson,” I said. For about a month, I’d called her Letty. We had lunch together once to talk about the wedding.
“I have some Imodium in here somewhere,” Mom said, fumbling through her purse.
“No, no, that’s okay. It’s more of…well. We’re going to head home. I’m so sorry. Wyatt would just love to meet everyone, but you understand. ” I stifled a sigh. Not only was I dating an imaginary man, he had diarrhea, as well.
So classy. Definitely the kind to make Andrew jealous.
Wait a second. To the best of my knowledge, Wyatt Dunn was not invented to make anyone jealous. I glanced at Andrew. He was looking at me, still holding Natalie’s hand, and in his eyes was a hint of something. Affection?
His mouth tugged up on one side, and I looked away.
“I’ll walk you to the car,” Natalie said.
“Stay here,” Margs all but barked. “He doesn’t want to meet you under these circumstances, dummy. ” Natalie sank back down, looking wounded.
I kissed my mother’s cheek, waved to Mémé and finally left the dining room. Cambry the waiter was waiting outside the bathroom door. “You can leave the back way,” he murmured, pushing open the bathroom door.
“Julian? Coast is clear. ”
“I’m so sorry,” I said to my friend. “And thank you,” I added, pressing a twenty on Cambry. “You were really nice. ”
“You’re welcome. It was kind of fun,” Cambry said. He led us to another exit, farther away from the main dining room, shook hands with Julian, holding on a little too long.
“Well, I know I had a good time,” Julian announced as we pulled out of the parking lot. “And, Grace, guess what? I have a date! So every cloud has a silver lining. ”
I glanced at my buddy. “You were great in there,” I said.
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