by Ali Vali
Libby released a small moan when she realized that Tully’s lips were as soft as she’d imagined them and that she felt as solid as she appeared. The kiss started slowly, then Libby deepened it, overjoyed Tully hadn’t pushed her away.
When they parted, Libby followed Tully back and pressed one more chaste kiss on her lips. “That’s what was bothering me, and I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for wanting to kiss me?” Tully’s arms were still around Libby.
“Sorry that I couldn’t hide my feelings from you anymore. You just said your heart won’t recover, so I guess it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“I didn’t mean forever, Libby. Just when it comes to Jessica.”
She did lean her head back this time when Libby tried to kiss her again. “That doesn’t mean I’m the right person for you.”
“Shouldn’t I get to decide that?”
“Your feelings probably come from all the help I gave you. I did that because I care about you, not because I wanted you to think you owe me something.”
Tully appeared stunned when Libby stood up and slapped her on the head. “Is that what you think of me?” She stood in front of Tully with her hands on her hips. “Do you?”
“Libby, be reasonable. You’re twenty-four, with a bright future ahead of you, and I’m forty-two.”
Reasonable arguments as defined by Tully made Libby slap her head again. “This has nothing to do with favors, age differences, or any other lame excuse you come up with, you idiot.”
“It doesn’t?”
“No!” The yell frightened a flock of pigeons off the benches nearby. “It has to do with what I feel in here.” She placed her hand over her heart. “It has to do with the fact I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”
She turned, not wanting Tully to see how vulnerable she was. “I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen, so I’m not some young idealist who’s confused gratitude with love.”
Tully stood at the word “love.” It was a word uttered lightly by some, but she didn’t think Libby would use it that way. And her apparent rejection had crushed Libby’s hope.
If she was honest with herself, she had felt a spark of interest from the first time she saw Libby in the coffee shop. She would have never acted on it, but it had lowered her defenses enough to lead to their friendship. And after all the time they’d spent together recently, Tully couldn’t imagine not having Libby in her life.
“I only said it because I want the best for you.” Tully put her hands on Libby’s shoulders from behind.
“Why can’t you believe that it’s you?” Libby put her hands over Tully’s. “Don’t you trust me enough to believe I know what I want? What I need in my life?” She let go of Tully’s hands, turned around, and wrapped her arms around Tully’s neck. “How about we try something new?”
Tully laughed but didn’t move away. “This is about as new as I can think,” she said, indicating their position.
“I’d start getting used to this, but that’s not what I’m talking about. You look me in the eye, Tully, and tell me you don’t care about me.”
“Are you joking? A woman who’s hit me on the head twice, kissed me, and called me an idiot in less than two minutes has more than enough potential to run away with my heart.” Tully gave in to the pressure of Libby’s soft hands and brought her head down. This time she allowed herself to enjoy the kiss. She moved her hands to the small of Libby’s back and pushed her tongue gently into her mouth.
“All I’m asking is just a chance,” Libby said, so close that Tully could feel her breath against her lips. “And you can trust me with your heart. If you do it’ll be safe for a lifetime.”
“My heart feels fabulous already,” Tully said with a smile. “Thank you for taking that chance. We could’ve been dancing around our feelings for a very long time. If I’m honest with myself I’d say I feel the same way about you, but would’ve never admitted it.”
“You big argumentative types just need a kick in the pants sometimes.”
“Yes, but once you get us going, we can make it so you can’t live without us.”
With just a light tug, Libby pushed her head down and kissed her again. “Oh, honey, you’re way too late. I’m already there.”
Kara Nicolas stalked out of Neil Davis’s office, so furious her hands were shaking. He had just finished briefing her on that morning’s meeting with the Heberts and their lawyers. After hearing Tully’s name again, she wished she’d hit her harder the first time she’d laid eyes on her.
She headed for the doctors’ atrium at the back of the hospital and lit a cigarette before the door had a chance to close. When it opened again, she almost flicked her smoke at her visitor. Giving in to Jessica’s itch was going to set Tully on her heels like someone possessed, and Kara could ill afford to be under the spotlight. She wanted to be alone.
“Maybe you should get back to work, Jessica.”
Jessica ignored her curt tone and cut the distance between them by half. Ever since she’d met Kara, with her cocky personality and deep brown eyes, she hadn’t been able to stay away. Kara was Tully’s exact opposite, except that both of them were very sure of themselves. Jessica had never thought she’d find someone worth gambling so much for. “Not before you tell me what’s going on.”
“That bitch you used to live with is gunning for me because of what happened to Evangeline Hebert. You’d think those people would have gone back to their little fishing village and left me the hell alone.”
“Honey, they lost their child. It’s only natural that they’re still upset.”
“You’re taking their side?” Kara stepped forward and jabbed her index finger close to Jessica’s face. “A fucking fisherman and a housewife have the right to judge me? Is that what you’re telling me?”
Jessica knew Kara wouldn’t be saying things like this unless the stress of her job was getting to her, so she changed her approach. “You know I’m on your side, so calm down.” She took Kara’s hand and kissed her palm. “I just want you to concentrate on some upset parents who’ve talked Tully into representing them. This is important, so listen to me. Maybe you should change some things until all this is over. If Tully can find anything wrong, or anything that can be conceived as wrong, she’ll use it against you. It’s what she’s good at, and I don’t want you to suffer.”
Kara jerked her hand away from Jessica’s. “Maybe the first thing I should change is getting you out of my apartment and out of my bed. What do you think?”
“How can you even say that? I’m just looking out for you.”
“You’re either with me the way I am or you’re not. You try to change me and there’s a hospital full of women in there who would love to take your place.”
Jessica stood still for a long while, wondering where her pride had gone. When had it become all right for someone she loved to talk to her like this? “I love you and I’m going to stand with you. That’s all you need to know.”
She glanced at her watch as Kara pulled her forward and kissed her. Though there was no gentleness in her kiss, it still ignited Jessica’s libido. She would just take a few minutes to reassure Kara, then pick up the kids from school. She’d been anticipating their tradition of going for beignets and coffee at Café du Monde, which they’d done from the time the kids had started school.
“You have some place you need to be?” Kara asked when Jessica glanced at her watch again.
“Just here in your arms, baby.” A few minutes wouldn’t hurt. The kids would be outside waiting.
“Tully?” Roxanne’s voice came over the intercom. “I hate to bother you, but Bailey’s on line one.”
The request broke through Tully’s stupor, and she realized she hadn’t heard a word of what Jo had been saying. Her mind was squarely on the outer office, wondering what Libby was doing.
“Hey, babe, what’s wrong?” It was close to four in the afternoon, so she was ready to listen to some grievance Bailey had with her mother. Ever since they’d
started on a visitation schedule, Bailey or Ralph would find some excuse to call her when they were spending time with Jessica.
“Nothing’s wrong, except for the fact we’re sitting out here in the heat.”
Tully pinched her left brow, trying to decipher the bit of information. Café du Monde was open-air and hot this time of the year, but it wasn’t like Bailey to complain about that. Both kids liked their annual end-of-school-year tradition. “Where exactly are you?”
“Outside of school, and Mama isn’t here and didn’t call.”
“Do me a favor and go sit in the library, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She was standing, already having gone from a long stretch of daydreaming to total alertness. “I’ll call you when I’m outside.”
“Don’t sweat it, Mom. We’ll be waiting.”
“Trouble, boss?” Frank asked.
“Not anymore. Jessica’s somebody else’s problem. Finish up and make sure you get Pasco’s final report.”
She stopped at Libby’s desk on the way out, not wanting to miscommunicate this early in their relationship. Some of her anger toward Jessica evaporated when Libby smiled up at her.
“Do you want some company?” Libby asked.
“Sure. We can take them out for something to celebrate their last day.”
Libby packed her things and followed Tully to the elevator. When the doors closed and they were finally alone for a few seconds, she hugged Tully. On the drive they didn’t talk, but Tully had a hard time keeping the smile off her face as Libby stroked her open palm with the tips of her fingers.
The kids were waiting outside when Tully drove up and waved. Neither mentioned Jessica or her absence, which Tully had confirmed with the hospital as being just that. She and Dr. Nicolas had checked out earlier, the receptionist had informed her, and they hadn’t returned. Tully’s anger returned at Jessica’s callous behavior toward Bailey and Ralph. Because Jessica had repeatedly told Tully over the years what a negligent parent she’d been, Tully was appalled that she would abandon the kids for Kara Nicolas.
“Feel like Café du Monde?” Tully asked.
“No,” Ralph said, and Bailey agreed. “You can just take us home if you’re busy.”
“How about a new Badeaux family tradition for the last day of school?” Tully met their eyes in the rearview mirror before she took her foot off the brakes. When they didn’t argue she headed toward City Park.
Behind the New Orleans Museum of Art, at one of the main entrances, sat one of the city’s oldest establishments: a playground with equipment fashioned after nursery rhymes and an amusement park.
“Mom, this place is lame,” Bailey said.
Tully paid for four admissions and a handful of ride tickets. “You’re here to amuse me, Bailey Bean, and you know how easily bored I get, so we shouldn’t be here long.”
She remembered the first time she’d brought Bailey here. Bailey had just turned three, and it had taken them forever to get from place to place since she had wanted to walk and explore. Tully wondered where the years had gone. The young Bailey was now almost a woman. Watching her leaving the trappings of childhood behind, Tully felt a sense of loss. She had missed out on a lot because of work. She couldn’t change the past, though, so she wanted to seize the last days of her daughter’s childhood now, before the chance was entirely lost.
They all followed Tully to the back of the place and entered the old wooden structure that had been lovingly restored thanks to patrons of the park. “The first time I brought you here,” she told Bailey, “you pointed to that big fella there and asked if you could take him home.” She indicated a black stallion, his mouth open permanently as if he was running somewhere and was breathing hard.
She walked Bailey to the carousel horse with a brass plate on his chest that bore her name. “They wouldn’t let me take him home for you, but because of you he still looks great after all this time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because my little girl started to grow up and didn’t want to ride wooden horses anymore, so I was selfish and kept a bit of her alive on a brass plate.” Tully put her hands on Bailey’s hips and lifted her into the saddle. “I knew eventually she’d think this guy was cool again.”
She walked Ralph to the tiger he’d fallen in love with when he was four, and he hugged her when he saw his nameplate.
Because of Tully’s sizable tip and the vacant park, the operator let them go around for forty minutes. They used the rest of the tickets on the Tilt-A-Whirl and the roller coaster. The kids kidded around with Libby, laughing when Tully came close to making her sick on the Tilt-A-Whirl.
“How about a chili dog?” Tully asked, directing her question to Libby and laughing when she raised her head slowly with an incredulous expression.
With one hand on her stomach and the other on Tully’s arm to steady herself after all the twirling, Libby took a deep breath. “Do you like the shoes you’re wearing?”
“They’re some of my favorites, actually. Why?”
The kids were wiping their eyes from laughing so hard.
“Then we’re definitely skipping the chili dog.” She leaned farther in until she realized where they were and who they were with. “In fact, maybe I should go splash water on my face. Wait for me?”
“They’ll wait, Libby. Come on, I’ll go with you,” Bailey said, pointing her toward the nearest bathroom.
“How about one more ride on the carousel, Mom?” Ralph asked.
“Not without us, shrimp, so park it on the bench over there,” Bailey warned.
As they walked to the bathroom, Bailey took note of how often Libby glanced back at the bench. She was sure Libby wasn’t afraid Tully would leave them behind.
“You feel okay?”
Libby laughed when she stood before the bathroom mirror. “By the looks of my hair I’d go with no, but I was just teasing your mom. I had a great time with you guys today.” She put her hand on Bailey’s shoulder. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”
“We may do things like this a lot in the future, don’t you think? Have you told her yet?”
Libby glanced from Bailey to the door with an almost panicked expression until Bailey covered her hand with hers and smiled reassuringly.
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
“That depends.”
“On?” Libby asked.
“My mom’s right. You do ask a lot of questions,” Bailey teased. “It depends on how she reacted to the news that you’re in love with her. She’s my mom and I love her, but she can be quite the bonehead sometimes.”
“You figured it out, I take it.”
“I’m sixteen, not stupid, and you’re too old for a crush, so I went with the next thing on the list.”
“Does it bother you?” Libby leaned against the sink and folded her arms over her chest.
Bailey just stared at her, thinking of the best way to answer. In reality, the conversation was surreal to her, but then so were the past few months. “Just don’t hurt her. She’s had enough of that lately.” She imitated Libby’s pose. “It doesn’t bother me, just as long as you take care of her. I’ll talk to Ralph too if you want.”
“Thanks, Bailey, but I’ll do it. And don’t worry about your mom. Her heart is safe with me.”
Jessica peered over Kara’s naked shoulder and grimaced when she saw the time. The red digital readout on the alarm clock was flashing 6:45, meaning that she was three hours late to pick up the kids. When Kara had suggested they go home for the day, Jessica forgot about her clinic, knowing her nurse would reschedule most of her patients. After Tully’s stunt that morning, she figured she owed it to Kara to go along with her wishes and provide an outlet for her frustrations.
She rolled out of bed and placed her pillow next to Kara so she’d stay asleep. In the small den next to the bedroom she pushed aside an overflowing ashtray and a stack of old magazines to pick up the phone, then slowly dialed the number to her house, dreading what would c
ome of the call.
This wasn’t the first time she’d blown off her family to make Kara happy, and she was ashamed to admit to herself that it wouldn’t be the last. Kara Nicolas had become her addiction, and she had proved repeatedly that she was willing to sacrifice plenty to get her fix. That all-consuming feeling was new, and still thrilling.
Jessica thought about her conservative family, who hadn’t taken the news of her sexuality well until she’d brought Tully home. Her father, an orthopedic surgeon and workaholic, had found he had a lot in common with her new love.
From the beginning of their relationship, Tully had been easy to love. She was kind, outgoing, generous, and thoughtful—all the attributes any woman dreamed of. Only one thing was missing, and Jessica hadn’t realized what it was until she met Kara. She realized she had loved Tully but never craved her, craved her in such a way that her desire consumed her soul. Tully was comfortable, but Kara ignited her blood.
Jessica awoke from her musings and released a long breath of anticipation as the phone rang for a third time. Two more rings would engage the answering machine. Her family was either screening calls or not at home. Neither possibility gave her peace of mind.
“What are you doing?” Kara asked from the doorway. She’d thrown on jeans and a T-shirt. A pair of old tennis shoes completed her studied casual appearance. “I asked you a question,” she said.
Jessica hung up the phone, not wanting to leave a message after all. “I was calling the kids since I’m running late.”
Kara glanced down at her watch. “It’s not even seven. How late can you be?”
“I told you last week, today was their last day of school. They got out before three today, so I’m running really late.”
“Hey, if it was that important to you, you should have said something.” Kara picked up her wallet and keys.
“I did say something,” Jessica said in the direction of the front door. From the sound of Kara’s footsteps she was already on the first floor. The silence that ensued closed in on her, and for the first time in her life she felt totally alone.