My Lovely Wife(66)
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.” He says this like everyone knows it.
“Your mother and I are not getting a divorce.”
“Okay.”
“Really, we’re not.”
“I heard you.”
I take a long sip of my iced tea, and he does the same with his soda. He says nothing else, forcing me to begin.
“How is everything?”
“Fine, Dad. How is everything with you?”
“It’s great. Anything new going on?”
Rory hesitates. Our food arrives, giving him more time to think about what I am really asking.
When the waitress leaves, he shakes his head a little. “Not really.”
“Not really?”
“Dad.”
“Hmmm?” I take a bite of my steak.
“Just tell me why we’re here.”
“I just want to know what new and exciting things are going on in your life,” I say. “Because it must be new and exciting if it’s dragging you out of the house in the middle of the night.”
Rory’s hands freeze midway through cutting his steak. I can almost see the options running through his mind.
“It was just once,” he says.
I say nothing.
Rory sighs and puts down his silverware. “Daniel and I both did it. We wanted to see if we could get away with it.”
“Did he?”
“As far as I know.”
“And what did you two do?”
“Nothing, really. Went down to the field, kicked around a soccer ball. Wandered around.”
Plausible. At fourteen, it was thrilling just to be out of the house at midnight. But that didn’t look like the first time he had climbed up to the window.
* * *
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He does not sneak out that night or the next. Not surprising now that he has been caught. But I am not only paying attention at night; I am paying attention to everything that has been ignored.
In the evening, I watch him when he is texting, when his phone vibrates and he checks to see who it is, and when he is on the computer. On movie night, I watch as he keeps his phone hidden but checks it a lot. One time, it rings, but the sound isn’t rock music or a video-game beep. It is a song I do not recognize, but the voice is a raspy female, who sings as if she is standing on the edge of a cliff.
When picking the kids up from school, I get there early enough for a front-row view of the doors. This is when I see the girl who is obviously driving my son crazy.
She is a tiny blonde with rosy lips, milky skin, and hair that falls straight to her chin. She pushes it back while they talk and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. The girl is as nervous as he is.
How long, I wonder. How long has he had this girlfriend, or this almost-girlfriend? If I had not caught him the other night, I would have missed it all together. Maybe I would have lived my whole life without knowing about this little blond girl that my son likes.
Have there been other girls—blondes or brunettes or redheads—who have made my son as crazy as this girl has? Did I miss the first, the second, and the third? At this point, I have no way of knowing. He would not tell me if I asked. He did not even tell me about the current one.
And I did not notice, didn’t have a clue, until I made the effort. Otherwise, it would have slipped right past me.
I wonder if this is what happened with my parents. They never made an effort, and I slipped right by them.
Forty-seven
During dinner, all of our phones are lined up on the counter behind Millicent. We are eating mushroom risotto, with leeks and baby carrots on the side, when my phone honks like a horn.
Breaking news.
Millicent reaches behind her and silences my phone.
“Sorry,” I say. “Sports app.”
She gives me a hard look. Phones are supposed to be silenced during dinner.
The breaking news could be anything, but I know it isn’t. My news app is filtered for Naomi’s name and Owen Oliver and the words body has been found. Technology is an amazing thing.
It is also a horrible thing, because now I have to sit through dinner until I can know more. This is worse than being completely ignorant for twenty minutes.
When we are finally done, I grab my phone as the kids clear the table.
BODY OF WOMAN FOUND
I look up at Millicent. She is standing in front of the sink, wearing an old sweatshirt and black leggings and a pair of my socks. I catch her eye, pointing at my phone.
She gives me a tiny nod with a smile.
* * *
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I do not see the rest of the story until the dishes are done and the kids sit down to watch TV. At that point, I go upstairs, into the bathroom, and watch the news.
It is perfect.
Naomi’s body was found inside a Dumpster behind the Lancaster Hotel. She was last seen in that parking lot, not far from the same Dumpster, after she got off work on that Friday the 13th. The last image of Naomi was on a security camera as she walked across the lot to her car. The cameras only covered part of the lot. Naomi’s car and the Dumpster were both in blind spots.
Josh is standing across the street from the hotel, right where I used to park and watch Naomi. He looks buzzed on caffeine or adrenaline or both, and it’s good to see him like this again. The Jane Doe women, especially the second one, seemed to depress him.