by Jane Green
‘Single in the City?’ Reilly said, absorbing all of this as quickly as he could.
‘Dot com,’ I said, though it came out as more of a question than statement.
‘You put Prudence on the internet?!’
I nodded, embarrassed, anticipating his response.
‘And this guy Jason? You found him online?’
‘He’s a therapist,’ I said sheepishly. ‘He wasn’t really looking for a date either, so I guess that makes us the two biggest frauds on the internet, which is no easy thing to do, let me tell you. Anyway, as I said, he’s a therapist and was interested in Rudy’s accident, and I’ve got to tell you, Reilly, I’m actually really glad I found Jason because I feel like a huge weight has been lifted after talking to him. You know me, I would have never gone to a therapist on my own, but judging from how much better I feel after one breakfast, I dare say, I needed one – and still do. Can you please say something?’
‘I didn’t know Rudy’s accident was alcohol related,’ Reilly said.
‘Everything with him was alcohol related, Reilly. Are you mad?’
He smiled. ‘No, but clearly you are. I still can’t understand why you’d want to find Prudence a new husband.’
‘So she wouldn’t come back for you,’ I said. ‘Life is so good with you, Reilly. I was afraid to lose it all, so I decided to find her a new husband.’ My eyes welled with tears when I saw Reilly looking so betrayed.
‘So you’ve been dating men?’ Reilly asked. ‘How many calls am I going to get from friends who’ve seen you around town with other guys?’
‘Only one other,’ I said. ‘And I threw milk at him.’
‘How’d that go over?’ Reilly asked, his tone softening.
‘Not so well,’ I said, letting out the slightest laugh.
With that, all of the tension left our home. He got it. He got me. ‘How did I find the craziest women in New York?’ he asked, shrugging his shoulders.
‘Just lucky, I guess,’ I said. ‘Are you mad?’
‘Honestly, Sarah, I’m a bit sad.’
‘Sad?’
‘I would’ve liked to have been the one to help you work your way through your holiday depression. I wish you could have confided in me about all of this. We’re supposed to be a team.’
‘We are a team, Reilly,’ I insisted. ‘But when one of the players is screwed up, sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned.’
‘So I took one for the team?’ he said, forgiving.
‘Sort of.’
‘I guess I’m just happy that you found your way out of this funk, though I’ve got to admit I’m a little jealous that I couldn’t be more helpful. When I asked you to marry me, I wanted to be your everything.’
‘Reilly, I need to be my everything.’
‘Okay.’ He shrugged. ‘Fair enough. So bring me up to date. You’ve gone on one date, threw milk at him, and met a therapist for yourself?’
‘I think he and Prudence might hit it off,’ I said hopefully.
‘Look, Sarah, you know it’s you I love, don’t you?’ I nodded. ‘You have to know Prudence isn’t a threat to us, right?’ I nodded again. ‘So, how far into this are you? You haven’t set up any parties where you give away mugs with her face on them, have you?’
‘Sophie and Gwen want to throw a New Year’s Eve party,’ I told him.
‘Sophie’s in on this?!’ he asked incredulously. ‘I didn’t know you two were friends.’ He sighed as if to give himself a moment to collect his thoughts.
‘Well, a New Year’s Eve party is out of the question ’cause Prudence always goes to Chad and Daniel’s bash.’
Reilly seemed to slip right into planning mode, contemplating a better night for such an event.
‘Reilly, please tell me you’re not mad at me for doing this.’
‘Oh, I’m mad all right,’ he said. ‘I’m pissed as hell that you didn’t let me in on this from the beginning. Do you know what that woman put me through with her little I Love Lucy episode of trying to find me a new wife so she could run off with that surfer boy? I only wish I’d thought of this myself. What goes around comes around, Prudence. It’s time for the ex-husband of Prudence to have a little fun.’
Chapter Ten
By the next day, Reilly’s zealousness had subsided a bit, but he was still fully on board. In fact, it was his idea to host a dinner for Sophie, Gwen, and the two of us so we could figure out a way to finagle ourselves an invitation to Chad and Daniel’s New Year’s Eve party.
Sophie accepted the invitation, quickly adding that she’d met someone at a friend’s Christmas dinner whom she thought Prudence might like. Less surprising was the fact that Gwen had also met someone for Prudence. Over the last week, Gwen had transformed herself into a modern-day yenta, approaching men at parties, restaurants – anywhere she happened to be. She had set up three first dates, all of which were tremendously successful.
The following evening as the four of us sipped our wine, Gwen casually announced that she was planning to launch her own matchmaking service in the New Year. Smiling at Sophie and me, she said, ‘I can’t tell you what fun I’ve had. It’s like I have free license to approach men and ask them out because it’s not for me. It’s been positively liberating not to mention extremely rewarding because I really do have a knack for this. So far, everyone I’ve paired up has hit it off fabulously.’
‘What about your career in lunching?’ Sophie asked.
‘This is the perfect complement to it,’ she replied. ‘Do you have any idea how many people I meet at charity events? Now I have the perfect excuse to introduce myself to New York’s hottest guys.’
‘And women,’ I added.
‘Oh, they’ll be introducing themselves to me,’ Gwen said.
Reilly chimed in. ‘So it sounds like everyone has met someone they like for Prudence. The question is, how do we get them – and us – to Chad and Daniel’s party on New Year’s Eve to meet her?’
‘Reilly, you’ve been to their parties before,’ Sophie reminded him. ‘You know security is not a big issue. Chad and Daniel don’t even know most of the people there. Last year, there were about two hundred people at their New Year’s party, remember? We’ll just bring them.’
‘Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?’ I asked.
‘Those two queens opened their gallery to hundreds of women who came to see an exhibit of me,’ Reilly said, laughing at the memory. ‘Prudence used their place as a storage facility for my stuff so when her boyfriend came to visit, it looked like she lived there alone. I’d say Chad and Daniel owe me one.’
‘Better yet, why don’t I just call and tell them what we’re up to?’ Sophie suggested.
‘Oh,’ Reilly said, disappointed. ‘We could go that way if you want.’ I think he was enjoying the prospect of mischievousness.
New Year’s Eve arrived. Reilly approached me from behind as I fastened my earrings and kissed my neck. ‘You know where I was last year at this time?’ he asked. I shook my head. ‘On my way to Chad and Daniel’s party with my wife who was having an affair and secretly trying to find a new wife for me. This year, I’m off to the same party with my new wife who was having a clandestine online relationship with a therapist while trying to find a new husband for my ex-wife.’ I laughed. ‘Without my wives, my life would be very boring.’
The doorbell rang before I could respond, which was a good thing. As I scanned my mind for a witty retort, I came up blank. It was the baby-sitter, Megan, a freckle-faced teen with a mop of brown hair burying her face down to the retainer.
Chad and Daniel’s apartment was a shrine to pop culture with their images morphed into well-known artwork. There was the Chad and Daniel American Gothic; Chad as ‘The Scream,’ with the background transformed into the Barneys half-yearly sale; and a Lichtensteinesque image of Daniel, with a dialogue bubble reading, ‘What would Judy do?’ There were the hanging and pregnant Chad mosaics made from colored card stock and a three-foot wire sculpture of a woman
wielding a hanger overhead. I can only assume this was Joan Crawford as captured by Prudence. My favorite, though, was Chad and Daniel’s bedroom, which was decorated like the inside of Jeannie’s bottle with pink sashes fanning from the center of the ceiling to the corners of the floor. The round pink bed was too perfect, but I wasn’t sure I understood how the statue of the short, fat Indian guy fit into the theme.
When I say a garage band was playing music, I don’t mean a group of kids who practice in the garages of their suburban homes. These guys played car parts as instruments. A guy beat dip sticks against hub caps resting inside tires. A woman played several different car horns as a third member plucked away at fan belts. It didn’t seem possible that these thick, cloth belts could be pulled so taut that they could be plucked like guitar strings, but somehow it worked. Personally, I think they had a track playing in the background and just toyed with the car parts as a gimmick.
‘What do you think?’ I asked Jason, as we looked around.
Before he could answer, Chad approached us with champagne and wishes for a happy new year. ‘Reilly, good to see you,’ he said. ‘The second wife of Reilly,’ he said, leaning in to kiss me. Looking at Jason, he said, ‘And you must be Bachelor Number Two? Sophie and Brad got here about an hour ago.’ Sophie saw us and waved, darting her eyes as if to ask us to check out her escort. Chad stage-whispered, ‘Brad is a sweetie, but I think Jason here is going to smoke him in the swimsuit competition.’
With that, Gwen opened the door with a six-foot Adonis on her arm. He had a superhero jaw and dark brown hair that would cooperate with any weather. ‘Wow,’ we all said together, even Reilly.
‘He’s probably dumber than toast,’ I said, trying to make Jason feel better.
‘Orthopedic surgeon,’ Chad corrected. ‘For the New York Giants. He was a wide receiver in the eighties.’
On cue, Daniel approached our group and quipped, ‘Weren’t we all?’ He extended his hand to Reilly. ‘Good to see you again. You must be Sarah,’ he said to me.
‘And this is Jason,’ I said, gesturing to him. ‘Our pick for Prudence.’
Jason was awkward in his role. ‘I want to say for the record that I’m only here because I made a deal with Sarah. Normally, I wouldn’t allow myself to be shopped around like this.’
‘Oh,’ Daniel said, with exaggerated disappointment. ‘Didn’t Sarah tell you that our little Prudence has a habit of doing just that?’
‘Did I hear my name?’ And there she was.
Prudence Malone.
The first wife of Reilly. The one to whom I owe my marriage. The one I’d spent a month thinking about, instead of myself. I exhaled thirty days’ worth of tension when I saw her. She was nothing. I don’t mean to sound as though I disregarded her as a person, or that she was so unattractive as to be written off without thought. When I say she was nothing, what I mean is that in my mind she’d reached iconic levels of threat to me and my marriage. But here she was standing before me with her soft leather pants and a black, sequined button-down top, brushing her shoulder-length shag from her eyes, and she was just a woman. She smiled and said hello, flashing bright eyes and pearly teeth at me. With that small gesture I realized that Prudence Malone was a happy woman. And happy women don’t tread on other women’s marriages.
‘Prudence, I don’t think you’ve met Jason,’ I said, introducing the two. ‘He’s a therapist.’
‘Really? How fascinating,’ Sophie chimed in immediately. ‘You’re in the perfect city for it. Tell me, when you meet people socially, do you find yourself analyzing them?’
What was she talking about?
I told Sophie last week that Jason is a therapist. Why was she cutting in to the conversation with her silly little questions? By running off at the mouth, Sophie was siphoning precious time for Jason and Prudence to get to know each other. Just as Prudence turned to speak to Adonis the surgeon, Gwen possessively linked her arm through his. Brad walked away to get a drink, and Jason was fully immersed in conversation with Sophie. Chad shot me a look as if to agree that this wasn’t going according to my plan.
Jennifer and her husband arrived just before midnight. She was wearing Harvey Fierstein’s gown from Hairspray, which posed a stark contrast to her conservatively casual clad spouse. I watched her kiss Prudence on both cheeks and laugh about something. Jason and Sophie had disappeared. Gwen scurried me off into the bathroom to tell me she planned to keep Adonis. ‘If nothing else, he’s fabulous advertising for my matchmaking skills,’ she said, referring to her new business endeavor.
‘Ah, the second wife of Reilly,’ Jennifer said, as she approached me. ‘How’s it going?’
‘Not so well,’ I confided. ‘So far, all of our eligible bachelors have disappeared and Prudence doesn’t seem to care a bit.’
‘Care about what?’ Prudence asked, appearing from nowhere.
Jennifer kept cool, but I was visibly shaken. ‘About nothing,’ I said, my eyes darting around the room searching for Reilly to help bail me out. He was chatting with Jen’s husband, Adrian. As I scanned the room, I also caught a glance of Sophie making out with Jason. It seemed as if we were not only going to fail to find Prudence a new husband by the stroke of midnight, but we were also about to get caught.
‘Sarah, what’s the matter with you?’ Prudence asked. ‘You just said “Prudence doesn’t seem to care.” Care about what?’
Jennifer took control. ‘Sarah was just saying how lovely it is that you’re not bothered by her being here.’
‘No, not at all, why would I?’ Prudence said.
‘Well, it’s not every current and ex-wife who could be at the same party together,’ Jennifer commented.
‘True,’ Prudence dismissed, with a smile. ‘So, Sarah, how is your son?’
‘Hunter?’ I beamed, just to say his name. Who else could she mean? ‘He’s wonderful. And Reilly is a terrific father to him. And how are you adjusting to single life, Prudence? I heard you had a real adventure in Italy this summer. Did you meet anyone?’
‘I did,’ she said serenely. ‘Myself.’
Patting her on the back playfully, Jennifer added, ‘Prudence hasn’t had so much as a collagen injection since she started with the sculptures.’
‘Oh, yes,’ I said, ‘Gwen said they were remarkable. I’d like to come see your next show, if that’s okay.’
‘I’d like that,’ Prudence said.
‘And I hope you’ll come to my first poetry reading,’ I offered.
‘Sure,’ they both answered together. ‘When is it?’ Jennifer asked.
‘I’m not sure. I have to write the poetry first.’ I giggled a bit nervously. ‘But some time next year, that’s for sure.’
‘Okay, sounds good,’ Prudence said.
Glancing over at Reilly, I had a spectacular idea. As much as I was enjoying the party, I realized I didn’t need to wait until midnight to start the new year.
‘Prudence, Jennifer, it was great catching up with you both, but I think we’re going to head out,’ I explained to my husband’s ex-wife and her friend.
Jennifer urged me to stay. ‘Oh, no! The ball’s going to drop in forty minutes. Stay till the New Year, won’t you?’
‘Let her go,’ Prudence said. ‘Not that we aren’t enjoying your company, but I know how it goes when you’re tired. Who cares where she is when the silly ball drops, Jen?’
‘Thanks for understanding,’ I said. ‘Please send me an invitation to your next show. Really.’
‘Okay, I will,’ she promised. ‘And you let me know when that poetry reading of yours is.’
And that was it. She was nothing more than a lovely woman who was once married to my husband. She wasn’t a threat. And she certainly didn’t need my help. But I did.
Ever the easygoing husband, Reilly agreed to leave Chad and Daniel’s party, and with it, my plans to find someone new for Prudence. I looked for Jason, but someone said that he and Sophie had locked themselves in the pantry, so I figured he was in goo
d hands. I waved at Gwen, who winked to acknowledge me, then turned back to Adonis, who was regaling a group with NFL stories.
‘Chad, Daniel, we’re going to get going now,’ I told our hosts. Chad kissed me and said he hoped I wasn’t too disappointed by the way things turned out. ‘Not at all,’ I assured him. ‘I think Prudence is happy being single, and I’m happy being married.’
‘And I’m happy being gay,’ said Daniel, leaning in for his good-night kiss.
‘So, it all worked out for the best,’ I said.
‘I hope this isn’t the last we’ll see of you, Sarah,’ Chad said.
‘It won’t be,’ I assured them. ‘I can see why Prudence and Sophie are so fond of you both. We’ll get together soon.’
As Reilly and I stood on the sidewalk, waiting to hail a taxi, I winked at Reilly. ‘Good party, but I have a much better way for us to ring in the New Year,’ I said.
‘Sarah Peterson, have I told you lately how happy I am to be married to you?’
‘Reilly, have I told you how lucky I am to be married to you? ’
He squeezed my hand three times and winked at me.
‘Reilly, there’s a taxi!’ I shouted, excited by our good fortune.
‘He’s off duty,’ Reilly said.
My hand shot up. ‘Let’s see if he’ll take us anyway.’
The driver pulled over and rolled his window down. Leaning toward us, he said he would only take a fare uptown.
‘West Seventy-fourth?’ I said, smiling hopefully.
‘Perfect,’ he replied.
As we settled into the back seat of the taxi, Reilly looked at me a little longer than he usually did. ‘Sarah,’ he began, ‘I have a feeling this is going to be the best year of our lives.’
