“What’s that?”
“Well…” Geez, this was hard. “At some point in the past, I know you’ve had a spat with a guy and wanted to do anything you could to get back at him, right?”
“Yes, haven’t we all?” Beverly laughed, thinking she was being invited to play a part in a plan I might have.
“Well, the thing is, that’s exactly what I did. The first day you and I met, and you told me what Worth said about letting me deal with ‘fripperies’— well, I don’t need to tell you that the remark got to me. You see, Worth and I had a previous agreement about me managing the building of his new house and I was insulted by the way he demeaned me. So, I told you he was broke, ruined… well, you remember all the things I said.”
There was a long pause and I wondered if she was about to hang up on me. “Yes, I do. Quite well, in fact. I remember being disappointed because I found him quite intriguing and couldn’t believe he’d gotten himself into such a mess.”
I picked that comment up and followed through. “That’s just it, he isn’t ruined, has more money than ever and he really needs your help to get that house done. What I did was childish and I realize that now. I apologized to him and now I’m apologizing to you. I got your help with the Sunset Village Project under false pretenses. I’m thoroughly and completely sorry and will see to it personally that you are paid for every hour you put into the project, if only you’ll forgive me.” I waited to hear her response. It was a few moments in coming as she digested the impact of what I was saying.
“Hmmm… yes, I see you’ve made a mess of things.” Her voice wasn’t amused, but not angry, either. Maybe I read her wrong from the very start. “Tell you what, Auggie. I’ll still donate my services at Sunset because I’ve publicly said I would and it would only cause you further embarrassment if this story got around. But in return, I need to get back to Worth and not lose that possible commission as well. He’s well connected and it could be a very favorable thing for my career.”
“Oh, that’s perfect, Beverly! I promised Worth I would ask you to come back because clearly, this is my fault. I will let his office know to expect you and call you with an appointment time when he’s not seeing patients.”
“Auggie, if you don’t mind… what is your role in all this? Are you and Worth an item?”
“It’s not what you think,” I said enigmatically. “Go and talk to Worth — he’ll be excited to see you.”
Little did I know then the impact those parting words would have on my life to come.
***
I got into the car, glad for its warmth and headed for Sunset Village to visit Mrs. Jessup. I found her in the dining room, sitting alone in the corner of the room. There was a half empty cup of tea in front of her and I was suddenly ashamed that I’d been so caught up in my own life that I had ignored hers.
I carried a tray with a fresh cup of tea, two sugar-free pastries I’d purchased at the local bakery and a small vase with some flowers. Just beyond her, the windows framed the flakes of the first snow. I knew this was a tough time of year for the elderly. They were often victims of seasonal affective disorder, simply not getting enough sunlight. It was too cold to take her outdoors in her chair, but I made a mental note to ask Beverly whether we might include broad windows and even some skylights in our addition. I then thought that an indoor arboretum would be a wonderful feature as well.
“Hello, Mrs. Jessup,” I greeted her, setting down the tray and putting the pastry in front of her. Her eyes lit up and she reached upward to hug me.
“I’ve missed you, Auggie,” she began with childish delight. “Although I can say I’ve heard your name bandied about a great deal.”
“You have? Then you know about the plans for the building and grounds?” I asked.
“Oh, yes… the word on the street,” she lifted her hand sideways as if telling a confidence, “is that you are quite the force to be reckoned with. I’ve even heard whispers about Worth LaViere.” She smiled in her personally charming manner. I thought for a moment how horrible it will be to get old, to be discounted for everything you say or do. I vowed to somehow overcome that. I just had no idea how at the moment.
“Really? What is the street saying?” I asked, amused as I stirred a packet of sugar into my tea.
She had the grace to blush a bit, sipping her own tea and taking a tiny bit of the pastry I’d given her. “They’re saying the two of you are in a relationship,” she confided, although the look on her face was not exactly one of congratulations.
I noticed this but decided it was due to the fact that Worth had made such a spectacle at the bachelor auction. “So, you heard what happened at the auction, I take it?” I asked, my eyes trained on her face.
She nodded. “A bit disgraceful, dear.”
“Perhaps, but it was for a very good cause,” I said, patting her hand.
“I don’t think you fully understand, my dear,” she said, leaning closer to me.
The snow was getting heavier and I briefly wondered how we would break ground with bad weather setting in earlier than normal this year. “How do you mean, Mrs. Jessup?” I asked idly, not really paying attention.
“You shouldn’t get mixed up with the LaVieres, my dear,” she said and it took a moment for her words to sink into my consciousness.
“Oh? Why do you say that?” I asked, half concentrating.
“It would bring up a most unfortunate affair and hurt a great many people, your father, most importantly,” she said quietly.
This snapped my attention to the present and what she was saying. “Whatever do you mean, Mrs. Jessup?”
“Dear, I wouldn’t bring this up, except there are some things that while better left buried, have the potential of rearing their ugly heads and perhaps it’s my job to try and prevent this. I can’t do as much as I used to, now that I’m here… but you’re here, too. I can tell you,” she said, looking at me for a reaction.
Suddenly I felt a cold chill and looked at her. “Mrs. Jessup, please tell me what it is you’re dancing around. If it affects me, I have the right to know.”
She sipped her tea, enjoying her moment in the spotlight as would anyone who had been retired from society’s pivotal position. “My dear,” she said, patting the back of my hand, “the senior Mr. LaViere and your mother once had a torrid affair.”
I choked on my tea, staring wide-eyed at her. “What?”
“Yes, my dear, I wouldn’t bring it up except that I can see nothing but trouble lying ahead.”
“When… when did this happen?” I asked, but in my gut, I knew. There was proof — it was in those pictures and in my mother’s half-ass explanation of them.
“It happened before you were born, dear. The families often gathered together and your mother loved throwing barbecues. Now, mind you, there was always a bit of flirting going on now and then, but it stayed within our set and that made it almost acceptable. Your mother, however, took it far past that point. She was quite smitten with LaViere and made a fool of herself, to be quite truthful. There was even some talk about a brief pregnancy,” she whispered, watching my face for a reaction. Naturally I was horrified. That would mean I was not the only child, just the only legitimate one.
“Mrs. Jessup, are you saying she had an abortion?”
She shook her head. “Not entirely sure. It was all very hush-hush. She went on a vacation quite suddenly, some excuse about Florida for the winter. Whether she had the child terminated or whether she gave birth and adopted it out, we’ll never know. I’m not even sure how much your father knows, but the less the better, you can be sure. He’s such a dear, though… he will always stand by her.”
I was in total shock. It wasn’t Mother’s behavior that stunned me. She had always had the undertone of being duplicitous. It wasn’t even that Dad had been so abused, he could take care of himself. It was the idea that possibly somewhere out there I might have an older sibling. The idea was too big to focus on at the moment.
Mrs. Jess
up was watching my face for reactions and I didn’t want to upset her. “I think I knew a little bit about some of this,” I said to set her mind at ease. “I found some pictures and Mother’s explanation wasn’t entirely believable. Now, don’t you worry. Thank you for bringing this up. I surely will give this considerable thought before doing anything that could hurt someone, most especially Dad.”
She nodded, satisfied that she’d done the right thing and went back to her pastry. Suddenly, I felt an enormous need to get out in the fresh air. The air in the room was hot, stuffy and filled with odd odors from the kitchen, not to mention the stacked bedpans on the racks in the hallway. I stood, hugged Mrs. Jessup and said, “I need to go. I have an appointment that I’m late to, I’m sorry…”
Mrs. Jessup didn’t seem the least bit surprised. She had dropped the bomb, watched the explosion and was now getting out of the line of further fire mostly in the person of my mother.
Once I got into the fresh air, I drew in huge gulps, despite the fact that it was filled with snow. Internally, I felt like the maelstrom of flakes about me, confused and in a dead fall. I got to my car and climbed in and started the engine, just sitting there for some time. I wanted to cry and be sick simultaneously. I couldn’t seem to think straight. I didn’t want to be there although I had no idea where I wanted to be more. I just didn’t want to be me at that moment. I’d never felt like this before and couldn’t explain it. There was no safe place. I couldn’t go home and face my mother — not yet. That time would come. I couldn’t reach out to Worth — he was implicated by association and although he knew nothing of this, I had no idea how he might respond.
I went to the only person who could possibly shelter me — Brandon. I drove to his office and sat in his waiting room until his secretary motioned me in. Once he saw me, he stood and came toward me and I did the only thing I wanted to do. I fell into his arms. I was crying, almost hysterically. I knew Brandon was completely thrown by my behavior. Hell, I was too. He led me over to a leather sofa in his office and sat down next to me, cradling my face against his shoulder while I sobbed.
When the sobbing finally relented and I was left stutter-sucking in air, he asked me in a quiet voice, “Want to talk about it?” I shook my head, but I knew I had to talk to someone. I drew back and sat against the back of the sofa, fishing for tissues in my bag. Brandon quickly got to his feet and fetched a box he kept on his desk. He opened his door and spoke briefly with his secretary. Handing me the tissues, there was a tapping at the door within moments and in she came, a tray of cups and cookies in her hands. She set them on the coffee table and quietly left.
Brandon poured a cup of tea and handed it to me. “Here, drink this. It’s hot and will help to relax you inside.” He got up and retrieved a small flask from his desk drawer, adding a couple teaspoons to my tea. “There, that’ll help too,” he soothed me. He let me sit there for some time in silence, not pressing. He sensed I just needed him nearby, but not necessarily to say anything.
“I’m sorry for barging in,” I began, but he put up his hand immediately to interrupt me.
“You’re never an interruption, Auggie. I’m here for you… I don’t think I have to even say that.”
I shook my head, knowing what he meant. Finally, I was composed enough to speak. “I need a favor,” I said softly.
“Name it,” he responded without hesitation, patting my leg and putting his arm around my shoulders.
“What I tell you stays between us, right?” I asked tentatively.
“Got a penny?” he asked.
“What?” I was puzzled.
“A penny. Have you got a penny?” he repeated.
I opened my bag and found one lying in the bottom of its satin lining. I handed it to him.
“There, now we can use attorney/client privilege. You’ve just hired me. Now, what in the hell has you so upset?”
I dabbed at my eyes, blew my nose and began to tell him the story, beginning with Mrs. Jessup’s gossipy warning and ending with the collaborating proof of the pictures in Mother’s album and her weak explanation.
Brandon listened quietly, his brows raising from time to time as he realized the cause behind the turmoil I was feeling internally. I began to cry again as the possibilities ran rampant.
Patting my hand, he got up and brought back a notepad and pen. “Here, let’s see if we can’t make some sense of this mess,” he said. “I’m going to guess and you correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe I understand what you’d like me to do for you.”
I nodded and lay my head on his shoulder for the comfort it brought.
“I’m guessing the most horrible question is whether your mother and Worth’s father continued to have a relationship and whether you might actually be their daughter, am I right?” he asked gently.
This brought a renewed onslaught of crying as I nodded miserably.
“There, there… let’s deal with this one first. Now, all we need to do is get DNA samples and that will tell you definitively. I’m going to send you to a discrete doctor I know and they’ll swab the inside of your cheek and that’s all there is to it. They send it off for analysis and it’s considered legally accurate. Now, the question comes whether you want to collect DNA from Worth to determine whether there is a match, or from your dad to rule him in or out. Naturally, if your dad isn’t a match, that still doesn’t rule Worth in or out. How do you want to do this?” His voice was tender and understanding, but I could hear the authoritative underlying attorney tone. “I should mention, though, that in order to test Worth’s DNA, legally, we need his acknowledged approval by signature.”
My eyes grew large at that. “Can’t I just get some hair from his hairbrush or something?” I pleaded.
“As an attorney, I cannot advise you to do something that’s against the law, Auggie. You can send in a hair sample, but the lab will require signed permission in order to process it.”
“I can’t do that, Brandon. That would start all sorts of trouble. I can’t even ask that of my own dad — I wouldn’t want to hurt him that way.”
“Let me repeat, Auggie. As your attorney, I cannot advise you to do something illegal. I can only inform you of the law. Now, let me also say that the doctor I’m sending you to has been known, shall we say, to have more relaxed standards for certain people. Look, Auggie, I can’t say any more than that.”
I nodded. “I understand. I don’t want you to do anything illegal, Brandon. I just didn’t know where to go.”
“No, no, that’s fine that you came here. In fact, I like it very much that you know you can do that. My hands are tied on the DNA account. Let’s move on, however. You are wondering whether you have an older sibling out there somewhere, right?”
Again, I nodded.
“Well, let’s begin with getting your DNA back and I’ll start a background check to see what we can uncover. I would like to have a chat with Mrs. Jessup, but I think the less attention we call to it, the better off you’ll be. This may be one of the few times that it’s a good thing she’s not out in public any longer. Although, that doesn’t rule out other people knowing about it. It’s been a long time since that would have happened, but that sort of thing isn’t forgotten… at least not until someone wants to remember. The more attention we bring to you and Worth being a couple, the more likely someone is going to begin remembering. After all, Mrs. Jessup is an old lady, but there were others far younger.”
I felt the panic returning and he must have read it in my eyes. I began to hyperventilate. Brandon put his arms around me again, his hand patting the back of my head. Then he did the most unexpected thing. He pulled my head backward, brushed away the tears on my cheeks and kissed me fully on the mouth. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it wasn’t exactly fatherly, either. “There now,” he said. “I’m going to help you sort this all out and everything will be fine. I promise. Can you hold up?” he asked, as normally as if he were kissing his sister.
If anything, my insides were now in a gre
ater turmoil. Not only was his kiss more romantic than brotherly, I hadn’t minded it. The horror of my predicament launched a fresh onslaught of sobbing.
Brandon patted me then he went to his door again and spoke to his secretary. He came back, grabbing his coat from a closet in a small anteroom. “Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”
“But you have clients…” I objected.
“Yes, and you are it. You’ve just hired me for the remainder of the afternoon. First, I want you to take another swig from this flask. It will help to settle your nerves. Next, we’re going to run by that doctor’s office and get you swabbed.” He was efficient and yet sympathetic.
“Should I have alcohol in my mouth if they’re going to swab it? I mean, isn’t it like having to fast before you have a blood test?” I asked innocently.
“No, sweetie, your DNA goes all the way through you. The alcohol will evaporate, probably already has. Let’s just get you settled. I know you well enough to understand that you’ll obsess and fume over this until we get some resolution. Getting started on the path to discovery is the fastest route to get it settled.”
I nodded. Brandon did seem to understand me better than I realized. “Brandon, I don’t want to cost you fees from lost clients.”
He laughed. “If it makes you feel better, we’ll call this our hundred-thousand-dollar date. How’s that?”
I laughed at the irony.
“Good! We’ll start with that smile and work our way out from there.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me through his lobby and into the snow. “Here, you’ve had something to drink, so you’re riding with me. I’ll drop you back here later. Okay?”
I nodded. I really was in no mood to drive myself. My stomach was only then beginning to settle and I didn’t want to be alone in any sense. Besides, it was snowing even harder and the roads were getting slick. I climbed in with Brandon and we drove in the direction of town. Brandon sensed that I wasn’t done talking. I needed to put all the dark, troubling questions out there and look at them from different perspectives.
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