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She found a sunny apartment on Edgewood Avenue—she and a medical student named Danielle each had a tiny bedroom, and they shared the living room with its working fireplace, the bare-bones kitchen, and the seventy-five-dollar-a-month rent, but they never bonded the way Sylvie and Ceil had, probably because both of them spent so much time in the library and maybe because her new roommate had no sense of humor at all. Sylvie ate Sunday brunch at the Elm Street diner and took yoga classes at the Y down the street.
Ceil, meanwhile, realized her New York dreams. She moved to the Village and took classes in dance and movement and voice. She never landed more than bit parts off-Broadway and had a speaking part in reality, it was more of a grunting part in a single laxative commercial before making the transition to marriage, motherhood, wealth, and the complacent life of a lady who lunched, shopped, and wrote large checks to laudable organizations.
Still, Ceil had never lost her ability to wrest drama from the most commonplace situations. There was a pause. A bombing, a plane crash? An assassination?
Something to do with her daughters? With Lizzie? Even in her panic, she knew that Diana would never do anything that would end up on TV, unless she was being credited with some scientific discovery or medical advance that Sylvie would have to spend the rest of her life pretending to understand.
Her driver, Derek, or her assistant, Clarissa, sitting ramrod-straight, with her spine hovering inches from the seat, beside him—if something was wrong, really wrong, they would have been informed by now. There were procedures in place, calls she would have gotten. Ceil started talking again, speaking rapidly in her ear. Just never mind. Just come home. To my house, okay? Tell me. Sylvie pressed her lips together, clutching the telephone in her right hand, pressing her left hand flat against her thigh.
She felt as if she was in a roller coaster that had crested the steepest hill, and all the track was gone. She was in free fall. Not Richard. Not her Richard. Are you still there? She ignored the call. There was a quaver in her voice, but, she hoped, not one obvious enough for the pair in the front seat to notice.
Sylvie was always polite. Sylvie had made a point of raising her own daughters, headstrong Diana and dreamy Lizzie, to be polite, to be considerate, to think of others, and to remember, always, that manners mattered. Even when Lizzie was in the throes of her drug use, Sylvie liked to think that her younger daughter had said please and thank you to her dealer.
In the front seat, a look passed between Derek and Clarissa, and in that look Sylvie saw that what her friend had told her was true… or was, at least, being reported as true.
Sylvie felt a scream swelling in her throat, demanding release. Her husband. Another woman. And it was on TV.
Her hands wanted to sweat, her knees demanded to quiver. She wanted to eat something: Her eyes were so wide that there was white all the way around the blue-green irises. Her cheeks were flushed, and her honey-colored hair, normally smoothed into the sleekest chignon this side of the ballet barre, was sticking out in a tuft over her left ear. Reading Group Guide. About The Author.
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