“Her name is Dominique, and she’s tiny and very beautiful. We hope you see her soon.” She went on as though he were as pleased as they, and then Jon realized something as he counted backward on his hands.
“Come to think of it, weren’t you supposed to have her in December, Mom? Seems to me you only got married in April or something like that …” He was no fool, her boy.
“Something like that. She came two months ahead of time.”
“Don’t tell me he knocked you up before you married him. No wonder you two were surprised, as you put it in June. I’ll bet you were.” He was laughing openly and Sabrina wanted to throttle him.
“Come home soon, and see your sister, Jon.”
“Sure, Mom. Oh … and congratulations to you both.…” But he sounded snide on the phone. How different from the call to Antoine, she thought as she hung up. Antoine had been wild with excitement for them, near tears, overwhelmed, Jon had been cynical, nasty, pointed out that he knew the baby had been conceived before their wedding day. Sabrina felt disappointment in him wash over her again, and she looked at André with tears in her eyes.
“He wasn’t nice.” She looked like a little girl, and André patted her hand and kissed her cheek.
“He’s jealous. He’s been an only child for a long time.” He always made excuses for him, for her sake. But she agreed with him less often now.
“So has Antoine. You know, he’s a selfish little shit, and he’s going to get his comeuppance one day. You can’t go around treating people like that and not pay a price for it.” And as she said it, she remembered Arden Blake and hoped that she wouldn’t get hurt by Jon.
They didn’t see him again until the following year. He arrived in June when Dominique was eight months old, and he scarcely looked at her as he walked into Thurston House. He looked around as if he owned the place, and his mother looked at him. He was even more handsome than when he’d graduated a year before. He was not quite twenty-three years old, actually a month shy of it, and he was tall and lean and looked very debonair. There was something so sophisticated about him that he almost looked decadent, and Sabrina put her arms around him and smiled into his eyes. It had been a year since she had seen him off on the Normandie and she was so happy to see him again. She had the cooing baby in her arms, who laughed at him, but he seemed almost not to notice her.
“Well, what do you think of Miss Dominique?” Sabrina looked proudly from her baby daughter to her handsome son.
“Who? Oh … that …” He pretended not to be amused and his mother scolded him.
“Now come on, don’t put on that grown-up stuff with me, Jon. I remember when you were this age, and it wasn’t that long ago.” He smiled at her, and looked warmer this time.
“All right … all right … she’s cute. But she’s not quite the age I like girls best.”
“And what age is that?” She was teasing him as they walked upstairs and he looked around his room. Nothing had changed. She always kept the room for him, no matter how seldom he came home.
“Oh, between twenty-one and twenty-five.”
“I guess that leaves out Arden Blake.” Sabrina hadn’t forgotten her or the comment he had made that Arden was his ticket to success, which had irked Sabrina so terribly.
“She can’t be more than nineteen by now.”
“You have a good memory, Mom. She is. I make an occasional exception for her.”
“Poor child.” His mother rolled her eyes.
“Never mind that. She and Bill are coming up from Malibu next week. Can they stay here?”
“If you behave yourselves. You can even come up to Napa, if you and Bill share a room. We’ve got two very nice guest rooms you can use. In fact,” she smiled happily at him, it was so good to have him back, no matter how impossible he was sometimes, “we’d love to have you come up.”
“I take it you’re not living in that dump anymore.”
“Jon!”
“Well, it was.”
“It was temporary. No, André built us a lovely house. There’s a separate cottage for Antoine.”
“Is he still hanging around?” Jon seemed annoyed.
“He runs the vineyards with André. That’s no small property and things are beginning to roll very pleasantly. André couldn’t do it without him.” She remembered Jon calling André “that farmer from France,” but he said nothing derogatory now.
“Maybe we’ll come up for a few days if we have time. They want to spend most of their time here.”
“There’s a lot to see. But they might enjoy Napa too.” And when they arrived, they were thrilled with it. Jon was noticeably blasé and bored, but Bill was fascinated with the enormous vineyards they ran. He said that his father had, at one time, invested heavily in wines in France and had made a fortune with it.
“I know,” André smiled at him, “your father and I did very well in that deal.” He laughed and Bill was excited to realize who he was. He turned to Jon and explained that André and his father had known each other years ago. Bill Blake, Sr., hadn’t come to the ship and André hadn’t seen him at the Harvard graduation the previous year, he realized now. “Next time I’m in New York, I will call him up. But in the meantime, please send him my regards.”
“I will.” Jon seemed suddenly more interested in André after that, although he ignored Antoine totally, and Sabrina and Arden had gone for a long walk with Dominique in the buggy Sabrina had found in an antique store somewhere. They walked for hours along paths Sabrina had known as a child, and when they returned at last the four men were lying around the pool, and Arden shook hands with André and Antoine, whom she hadn’t met before. And Sabrina saw Antoine’s eyes almost fall out of his head as she shook hands with him. He had stared at her for the rest of the afternoon, and they had talked for hours that night while Bill and Jon went out to play pool in town. They were used to leaving Arden at home, and neither of them thought anything of it. Bill had asked if Antoine wanted to come along, but he said he had work to do at home, which he seemed to forget the moment they were gone.
Sabrina smiled as she mentioned it to André that night, after she put the baby to bed. Antoine and Arden were sitting in the dark, in earnest conversation on the porch. “He’s very taken with her. Did you notice that?”
“I did.” André thought about it. “Will Jon object? I thought he had a soft spot for her.”
“I’m not sure he does.” Sabrina sat down on their bed. “He said something about her I didn’t like last year, that she was his ‘ticket to success,’ and I hope he wasn’t serious. Marrying her would certainly give him a permanent place in Bill Blake’s bank, but I don’t ever want him to take advantage of her like that.” Not that anything she said had any influence on him, and she didn’t delude herself about that, but André didn’t take the comment seriously.
“I don’t think he meant any harm by that. It was probably just a smart thing to say at the time.”
“I hope that’s all it was. He doesn’t seem particularly interested in her.” They had been in a hurry to run away and play pool that night.
“I can’t say the same for Antoine.” André smiled. Antoine had just broken up with the girl in town, and he had looked lonely for the past few months, but not tonight with Arden Blake. And the two of them had played with the baby endlessly, cooing and laughing and holding her. Antoine seemed enchanted with her, unlike Jon.
The next day, Arden took the baby in the pool with her and played with her carefully, and when Antoine came back from a meeting in town with some important distributors, he changed into his swimming trunks and joined Arden in the pool. They chatted and laughed quietly, played gently with the baby, and at last returned her to Sabrina and went on talking endlessly, as Sabrina watched. They had looked almost married as they had played with the child. And they were both old enough. There was something so quiet and warm about both of them. It was almost as though they were out of the same mold, even their hair was the same blond. They looked like a
perfectly matched pair, although no one remarked on it, but Jon seemed to notice it as he dove into the pool once Dominique was out, and swam right between Arden and Antoine. That night they took her to the movies with them, but didn’t ask Antoine to go along. Sabrina found him sitting on the porch alone, lost in thought, smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of their own wine.
“Don’t you know better than to drink that stuff?” she teased as she sat down in the rocking chair next to him. “Everything okay with you, love?” She always worried about him, he was so quiet, one didn’t always know if something was troubling him, or what he had on his mind. He never wanted to cause others pain, and he took too much responsibility on his back, but because of that, he was a wonderful operations manager for André, and a help to both of them.
“I’m okay.” He still had the same French accent he’d had when he arrived, and she smiled at him. “Ça va.”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” They both knew who they were talking about: Arden Blake.
“More than that.” He spoke very quietly. “She’s a very unusual girl for her age. She has a great deal of compassion, and depth. Did you know she worked with a missionary in Peru last year for six months? She told her father that if he didn’t let her, she would run away. So he gave in. She speaks fluent Spanish, perfect French,” he smiled at Sabrina again, “and a lot goes on in that pretty blond head of hers. More than Jon knows, I suspect.”
“I don’t think he’s really interested in her.” Sabrina still didn’t think he was, but Antoine knew better than that.
“I think you’re wrong. I think he’s waiting till the time is right. Right now he wants to play, and she’s still very young.” Antoine looked at her with something old and wise in his eyes that she hadn’t seen there before, and it saddened her. “I think he’ll marry her one day. She doesn’t know that yet, but I’m sure of it. He wants her kept on ice until then, and if anyone gets too close …” They both thought of how Jon had simply taken her along that night, even though they had no real interest in having her along. But she had said too much about Antoine. “I know I’m right.”
Sabrina was honest with him. “If he marries her, it will be for the wrong reasons, Antoine.”
“I know that.” He smiled almost sadly at her. “It’s strange when you see into the future like that. It’s so easy to predict sometimes what other people will do. You wish you could stop them sometimes, but you can’t.”
“You could in this case, Antoine.” For once, she wanted him to have what he wanted out of life, and not worry about everyone else. He didn’t owe a damn thing to Jon, and Jon had never even been pleasant to him. And for some reason she couldn’t explain she didn’t want Jon to have Arden Blake. It was for the girl’s sake, not his own. She knew it would be wrong for both of them. “Go after her, if that’s what you want.”
“She’s too young,” he sighed and then smiled, “and she’s absolutely crazy about him. Apparently, she has been since she was fifteen. That’s a tough one to fight. She’ll have to grow out of it, and she hasn’t yet.”
“She will in time. He isn’t very nice to her.”
“That only makes it worse. There’s something masochistic about girls that age.” He was wise for his years and Sabrina looked at him.
“Why don’t you spend some time with her?”
“We did today. And she won’t be here for very long, I think.” Sabrina had an idea then, and she mentioned it to André that night.
“Don’t you think you should send Antoine to New York to see about that market plan we discussed?” André stared at her.
“Why? I thought we’d go this fall.”
“Why not let him?”
“Don’t you want to go?”
“We can go another time.”
He looked at her strangely then, and suddenly grinned. “Are you pregnant again?”
She laughed. “No. I just thought it would do him good.”
“There’s more to it than that. You’re not fooling me. What have you got up your sleeve, you witch?” He came over and pulled her into his arms and her nonchalance disappeared as she giggled with him.
“Stop it, I’m serious.”
“I know you are. But what about?”
“All right, all right …” She told him about Arden Blake and Antoine’s interest in her.
“Why don’t you let him fend for himself? He’s twenty-seven years old, he can take care of himself. If he wants to go to New York, he can afford to go on his salary.” They paid him a handsome wage, but that was beside the point this time.
“He won’t go then. He’s too much of a gentleman and he doesn’t want to cut Jon out.”
“Maybe he’s right. Shouldn’t you stay out of this?” He looked concerned, but she didn’t give a damn.
“André, she’s perfect for him.”
“Then let him work it out.”
“Dammit, you’re impossible!” But he had heard everything she said. He chatted with Antoine about her just casually, the next day, and said nothing when Antoine vanished for the afternoon and then came home looking sunburned and contented after a picnic somewhere near a brook they had found somewhere. He had introduced her to some of their wines, presumably kissed her once or twice, and that night took her for a quiet walk while Bill and Jon went to town to chase a line of chorus girls they’d heard about, and when Arden left Napa with Bill, to return to Malibu, she said that she hoped she would see Antoine again. Jon stayed on for only a few more days, and then went south to join them. He went back on the train to New York from Los Angeles with Bill. And Antoine discovered that there was something he had to see about there, and went to see her once in Malibu before she and her mother left, but he said very little about it to Sabrina and André.
“Well, are you sending him to New York?” Sabrina was enjoying it all vicariously and her husband smiled mysteriously at her.
“Yes, but only because he asked me himself. He wants an excuse to go to New York to see her again, although he didn’t put it that way.” But the next time Jon called, he sounded interested in her again, and talked about Arden a lot. He had taken her here and there, to some cocktail party, to a play. Sabrina knew he was playing with her, and Antoine was right. He wanted to keep her on ice for himself, and she was young enough to fall for it. But Antoine went to New York to see her anyway, and seemed depressed when he came back.
“What happened? Did he say anything to you?” Sabrina pounced on André as soon as father and son had their first talk.
“Yes. That she’s in love with Jon.”
“But she can’t be. She looked crazy about Antoine when she was here.”
“Jon’s been making a fuss over her since then, and she even thinks they might get engaged. She didn’t think it was fair not to tell Antoine. And she didn’t even kiss him this time, but don’t you dare tell him I told you that.”
“Of course not.” She looked as depressed as Antoine. “Shit. That little manipulative son of a bitch.”
“That’s a nice thing to say about your son. Look, stay out of it. It’s between the three of them. If Antoine wants her badly enough, he’ll fight for her. If Jon is playing games, he’ll drop out eventually. And if she has any brains at all, she’ll pick the one she wants. The best thing you can do is leave them alone.”
“I can’t stand the suspense.” She laughed with him. But she knew that he was right.
Antoine didn’t mention her again for months, and Sabrina saw no letters coming in from her, although they might have come while she was in town. And when they talked to Jon at Christmas she could have wrung his neck.
“How’s Arden, dear?”
“Who?”
“Arden Blake.” The girl you were so busy keeping from Antoine, you ass. But she kept her cool. “Bill’s sister, your friend.”
“Oh … of course. She’s fine. I’m seeing a girl called Christine now.”
“Where’d she come from?”
He laughed. “Manchester
, I think. She’s a model here in New York, and she’s English, and very tall and sexy and blond.” As dark as he was, he definitely had a thing for blondes.
“Is she a nice girl?” André laughed as he waited to say hello, and Sabrina laughed too. “Never mind.” She was pleased to hear that he had dropped Arden again, and she was planning to pass the information along. “Do you see Arden at all?”
“Once in a while. I’m seeing her when I stay with them in Palm Beach this week.”
“When are you coming out?”
“Next summer probably. Maybe I’ll bring Christine.” That sounded even more promising for Antoine’s romance, and she was thrilled.
“That sounds great. Give her my love.”
André was outraged when she hung up. “Whose side are you on anyway?”
“Who do you think?” She smiled. She wanted to see Antoine get what he wanted this time. He seldom did, and Jon always had. It was time he learned, and she knew that deep down he wouldn’t care. She didn’t want him to be hurt, but she also didn’t want him to hurt someone else, and she knew that he would hurt Arden Blake, given the chance. The next day she mentioned to Antoine that Jon was seeing someone new.
“That’s nice.” He seemed not to hear.
“Antoine.” She looked for a delicate way to tell him Arden was free and then cast caution to the winds. “He’s not seeing Arden anymore.”
“That’s nice too.” He smiled at her, but there was no sign of elation on his face.
“Don’t you care about her anymore?” Kids, she couldn’t understand any of them. She looked blankly at Antoine and he kissed her cheek.
“I care about her very much, Mother dear.” He called her Mother often now. “But she’s a very young girl, and she doesn’t know her mind. And I don’t want to get in the middle of this.”
“Why not?”
He looked at her honestly. “Because I’ll get hurt.”
“So what?” She was shocked. “That’s what life’s all about. At least fight for what you want.” She was suddenly furious at him, but he wouldn’t be moved.
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