Rick’s forehead creased in a frown. “I thought I told you we split up.”
“Yes, I know, but this doesn’t have anything to do with you as a couple. Doug and I—” she paused and looked at her husband briefly before returning her gaze to Rick “—we want to ask about the baby.”
“What baby?” Her brother seemed genuinely puzzled.
Carol leaned closer to him. “Lisa’s pregnant, right?”
“Was pregnant, you mean.”
Carol felt as if the chair had been yanked out from under her. “She miscarried?”
Rick shook his head. “She and I talked about this, you know. We both agreed there wasn’t any other option. Neither of us had planned on this pregnancy.”
“Yes, but—”
“All I could think was what Ellie would say if she found out, and then there’s eighteen bloody years of child support. A kid isn’t a responsibility I take lightly.”
“She had an abortion.” Carol felt needles of pain move up and down her arms.
“Like I said, Lisa and I discussed it. It’s her body, and the choice was hers.”
“But you told her you didn’t want the baby!”
“Damn straight. I don’t need that kind of complication in my life.”
“But Doug and I wanted to adopt the baby!”
“Honey.” Doug’s gentle voice broke through the fog of dismay and disbelief. “It isn’t going to happen. Let go of it.”
After the first jolt of shock she felt nothing. No anger, no outrage, no disappointment. Nothing. They might have been discussing the weather for all the emotion she experienced.
“I’m sorry,” Rick said, “but even if we’d known that, I don’t think we would’ve made any other choice.”
“Come on, honey, I think it’s time we left.” Doug helped her to her feet and if she wasn’t revealing any distress, he was.
“You were making a big assumption, weren’t you?” Rick demanded. “This is my life. It isn’t up to me to solve your problems for you.”
“Right,” Doug said. “This is our problem.”
Rick downed the last of his drink. “No need to get upset about it. These things happen.”
“Right.” Doug’s arm came around Carol.
“Thanks for dinner, you two. We’ll have to get together again soon.” Rick continued to sit at the table, staring blankly into space.
39
CHAPTER
ALIX TOWNSEND
Jacqueline picked up Alix outside her apartment building promptly at ten on Saturday morning. During the knitting session on Friday afternoon, Alix had casually mentioned her dinner date with Jordan in a fancy restaurant. Jacqueline had leaped upon it, eager for another opportunity to prove herself.
“I know what I did wrong,” Jacqueline insisted. “Give me a second chance and you won’t be sorry.”
Alix hoped that was true. When Jacqueline’s Mercedes pulled up to the curb, Alix stepped forward and opened the passenger door. “You’re sure about this?”
“Positive. Now get in, we’re on a schedule.”
Three months ago if anyone had told Alix she’d be friends with this society broad, Alix would have laughed outright. She and Jacqueline still sniped at each other, but now it was mostly for show. They had a reputation to live up to, and Alix wasn’t going to let it slide. Apparently Jacqueline shared her feelings.
Alix sat in the car and waited, wondering why Jacqueline hadn’t pulled onto the street.
“Seat belt,” the older woman said sternly.
Grumbling under her breath, Alix reached for the seat belt and clicked it in place.
“What?” Jacqueline snapped.
“Don’t be so prissy.”
“I’m not. By the way, we’re going to my daughter-in-law’s house.”
“Tammie Lee’s?” This was a switch. Alix had noticed a softening in Jacqueline not only toward her, but her daughter-in-law too. When Alix had first signed up for the knitting classes, Jacqueline had nothing good to say about the woman who’d married her precious son. That seemed to have changed, at least a little.
“Tammie Lee’s young and trendy. That’s the look you’re after, isn’t it?”
“It’s better than having you dress me like Barbara Bush.”
To Alix’s surprise, Jacqueline laughed. “Don’t put down our former First Ladies. I changed the spelling of my name in the fifth grade because of Jacqueline Kennedy.”
“My mother says she spelled my name with an I on purpose,” Alix confessed, “but I don’t think it was for any good reason. The fact is, she was probably drunk when she made out the birth certificate and accidentally misspelled it.” Alix didn’t know if that was true or not, but it was certainly possible.
They chatted on the ride to Tammie Lee’s, mostly about which fork to use first in a fancy restaurant and other rules of etiquette Jacqueline felt it was essential Alix know. They also discussed Lydia and wondered why her sister had been in the shop so much lately. Jacqueline had phoned to ask, and Alix had stopped by a couple of times. All Margaret would say was that Lydia was under the weather. Friday’s knitting session had been rather unsatisfactory without their teacher and friend, but no one complained openly. Alix just hoped Lydia would be back the following week and so did Jacqueline.
They drove for a good twenty minutes before Jacqueline pulled into the driveway of what looked like a mansion. The house was modern with a big front yard and lots of flowers. The white pillars in front reminded her of pictures she’d once seen in a magazine. Super cool.
No sooner had Jacqueline turned off the engine than the front door opened and a girl who didn’t seem to be any older than Alix stepped outside. Tammie Lee looked like she was ready to pop at any moment and wore shorts, a maternity top and no shoes. She had a smile as big as any Alix had ever seen and her eyes sparkled with welcome.
“You’re right on time.” Tammie Lee held open the screen door. “I’ve been so eager for you to get here.”
Alix loved listening to her talk. Tammie Lee had the softest, sweetest voice she’d ever heard.
Tammie Lee hugged Jacqueline as if it’d been a year of Sundays since she’d last seen her mother-in-law. “And you must be Alix. Jacqueline didn’t tell me what a beauty you are. Why, this is going to be easier than frying up griddle cakes. You must come in and let me take a good look at you.” Before Alix could object, not that she would have, Tammie Lee had taken her arm and led her into the house.
“Where’s Paul?” Jacqueline asked.
“Golfing with his daddy,” Tammie Lee said and sounded surprised that her mother-in-law didn’t know.
Alix noticed a flicker of something in the older woman’s eyes. For an instant it looked like pain, but Alix was sure she must be wrong.
“I’ve got everything set up in the spare bedroom,” Tammie Lee said. “I took out a bunch of my clothes for Alix to try on. That way, when we find something she likes, we’ll know where to shop.”
“Good idea,” Alix said, although she couldn’t imagine wearing any style this southern belle would.
True to her word, Tammie Lee had laid an assortment of clothes on the bed in the guest room. At first glance