“At least someone around here is still talking to me,” she said to Zelda, as she poured herself a cup of tea too.
“It's mighty quiet around here,” Zelda commented as she sat down across from Maxine. “It's going to take some time for the dust to settle.”
“I know. I hate to upset them, but I think it's a good thing.” Charles had proven himself to her again with Sam's accident. He was everything she had hoped he would be, and the kind of man she had needed in her life for years.
“They'll get used to it,” Zelda reassured her. “It's not easy for him either,” she said, referring to Charles. “You can tell he's never been around kids.” Maxine nodded. You couldn't have everything. And if he had children of his own, they might not have liked that either. This was simpler.
Maxine cooked dinner for the children that night, and everyone pushed their food around their plates. None of them could eat, including Maxine. She hated the look on their faces. Daphne looked as though someone had died.
“How can you do that, Mom? He's a creep.” It was a mean thing to say about him, and Sam intervened.
“No, he's not. He's nice to me. And he'd be nice to you, if you weren't so mean to him.” What he said was true, and she didn't say it, but Maxine agreed. “He's just not used to kids.” They all knew that was true.
“When he took me to the basketball game, he tried to tell me I should go to boarding school,” Jack said, with a worried look. “Are you going to send us now, Mom?”
“Of course not. Charles went to boarding school, and he loved it, so he thinks everyone should go. I'd never send you guys away.”
“That's what you say now,” Daphne commented. “Wait till you're married to him, and he makes you.”
“He's not going to ‘make' me send you away. You're my kids, not his.”
“That's not how he acts. He thinks he owns the world,” Daphne said, glaring at her mother.
“No, he doesn't.” Maxine stood up for him, but she was glad that her children were venting. At least it got everything out in the open between them. “He's used to running his own life, but he's not going to run yours. He wouldn't want to, and I won't let him.”
“He hates Dad,” Jack said matter-of-factly.
“I don't think that's true either. He may be jealous of him, but he doesn't hate him.”
“What do you think Dad will say?” Daphne asked with interest. “I'll bet he'll be sad if you get married, Mom.”
“I don't think so. He's got ten million girlfriends. Is he still with Arabella?” She hadn't heard anything about her recently.
“Yeah,” Daphne said, looking glum. “I just hope he doesn't marry her. That's all we need.” They all sounded as though something terrible had happened. This had certainly not been good news to them. She had expected it, but it was hard anyway. Only Sam seemed to think it was okay, but he liked Charles better than the others.
Charles called her after dinner to see how they were. He missed her, but it had been a relief to get home. The past week had been tough for all of them. First Sam's accident, and now this. And Maxine felt trapped in the middle.
“They're okay. They just need some time to get used to the idea,” she said sensibly.
“Like what? Twenty years?” He was very upset about it.
“No, they're kids. Give them a few weeks. They'll be dancing at our wedding like everyone else.”
“Have you told Blake?”
“No, I'll call him later. I wanted to tell the kids first. And I'm going to call my parents tomorrow. They will be thrilled!” Charles had met them once and liked them very much. He liked the idea of marrying into a family of physicians.
The children were lackluster for the rest of the evening. They stayed in their rooms and watched DVDs. Sam was sleeping in his own room again. And it was funny to think, as she lay in her bed that night, that in two months Charles would be living here. It was hard to imagine living with anyone again after all these years. And Sam was right, he wouldn't be able to sleep in her bed. She was going to miss it. In spite of the fact that she loved Charles, the good news had a downside for everyone, even her. Life worked that way. You traded some things for others. But it was hard to sell that to kids. And sometimes, even to herself.
She called Blake just after midnight, which was morning for him. He sounded busy and distracted, and she could hear machines and shouting in the distance. It was hard talking to him.
“Where are you? What are you doing?” she said loudly.
“I'm in the street, trying to help clear things. We airlifted in some bulldozers to help them. They're still digging people out. Max, there are kids walking around the streets here with nowhere to go. Whole families got wiped out, and children are still looking for their parents. There are injured people lying everywhere, because the hospitals are full. You can't imagine what it's like.”
“Yes, I can,” she said sadly. “I've gone to natural disaster scenes for work. There's nothing worse.”
“Maybe you should come over here and help. They need people to advise them what to do about the children, and how to handle things afterward. In fact, you're just what they need. Would you ever consider it?” he said, sounding pensive. His house was still standing, and he could have left, but he liked the country and the people so much and wanted to do all he could to help.
“I would, if someone hires me to. I can't just fly over there and start telling them what to do.”
“I could hire you.” He wanted to do whatever it took.
“Don't be silly. I'd do it for free for you. But I'd need to know what kind of advice they want from me. What I do is very specific. It's about managing the children's trauma, immediately, and long term. Let me know if there's anything I can do.”
“I will. How's Sam?”
“He's okay. He's doing pretty well on his crutches.” And then she remembered why she had called him. He had distracted her for a minute with his stories about the earthquake damage and the horror of orphaned children wandering the streets. “I have something to tell you,” she said solemnly.
“About Sam's accident?” He sounded worried. She had never heard him sound like this. For once, he was thinking about someone other than himself.
“No. About me. I'm getting married. To Charles West. We're getting married in August.” He was quiet for a minute.
“Are the kids upset?” He expected them to be.
“Yes.” She was honest with him. “They like things the way they are. They don't want anything to change.”
“That's understandable. They wouldn't like it if I got married either. I hope he's good to you, Max,” Blake said, sounding more serious than he had in years.
“He is.”
“Then congratulations.” He laughed then and sounded more like himself. “I guess I didn't expect it to happen so soon. But it'll be good for you, and the kids. They just don't know it yet. Listen, I'll call you when I can. I have to go now. There's too much going on here to talk for long. Take care of yourself and kiss the kids … and Max, congratulations again …” And before she could even thank him, he was gone. She hung up the phone, and went to bed. She was thinking about Blake in the devastation after the earthquake in Morocco and all he was doing to help orphans and wounded people, clear away rubble, and fly in medicines and food. For once, he was doing more than just putting his money to good use, he was rolling up his sleeves to do the work himself. It didn't sound like the Blake she knew, and she wondered if he was finally growing up. If so, it was long overdue.
Maxine called her parents in the morning, and finally someone was thrilled with the news. Her father said he was delighted and he liked him, and that Charles was just the kind of man he had hoped she would find and marry one day. And it pleased him that he was a physician too. He told her to congratulate Charles, and offered his best wishes to her, which was the proper way to do it. And then her mother got on the phone, and asked all about the wedding.
“Are the children excited?” she asked, as
Maxine smiled and shook her head. They didn't get it.
“Not exactly, Mom. It's a big change for them.”
“He's a very nice man. I'm sure in the long run they'll be very glad you married him.”
“I hope so,” she said, sounding less sure than her mother.
“Both of you will have to come to dinner soon.”
“We'd love that,” Maxine said. She wanted Charles to get to know them better, particularly since he had no family himself.
It was nice for everyone that her parents were so happy for them, and that they approved. It mattered a great deal to Maxine, and she hoped it would to Charles too. It would help to balance the children's lack of enthusiasm.
Charles had dinner with her and the children that night, and it was a quiet meal. There were no unpleasant outbursts, and no one said anything rude, but they weren't happy either. They just got through it, and went to their rooms. This wasn't the way Charles had hoped it would be.
Maxine told him about her call to her parents, and he looked pleased.
“At least someone around here likes me,” he said, looking relieved. “Maybe we should take them to La Grenouille.”
“They want to have us over first, and I think they should.” She wanted to get him used to their traditions, and bring him into her family.
And then, after dinner, she had an idea. She unlocked her desk drawer and took out the ring she had been waiting to wear for months. She asked Charles to put it on her finger, and he looked thrilled. It finally made what they'd been saying real. They were engaged to be married, no matter how unhappy her children appeared to be about it. It was a wonderful thing, and Charles kissed her as they both looked down at the ring. It sparkled as brightly as her hopes for their marriage, and their love for each other, which hadn't dimmed in the last difficult days. Nothing had changed. This was just one of those rough patches they knew they had to get through. And Maxine had foreseen it more than he. He was delighted she still loved her ring, and him. They were getting married in nine weeks.
“We have to get busy now working on the wedding,” she said, feeling excited and young again. It was nice not having to keep it secret anymore.
“Oh my God,” he said, teasing her. “How big is it going to be?” She had already ordered the invitations. They were going out in three weeks, and they still had to make their final lists, and she said something about signing up for the registry at Tiffany. “Do people do that for second weddings?” he asked, looking surprised. “Aren't we a little old for all that?”
“Of course not,” she said, looking giddy. “And I still have to find a dress.” She needed to find one for Daphne too. Maxine was faintly nervous that she'd refuse to come to the wedding, so she wasn't going to push it.
As they made their lists that night, they agreed to invite two hundred people to the wedding, which might leave them with around a hundred and fifty, which sounded right to both of them. And she said that she had to invite Blake. Charles balked at that.
“You can't invite your ex-husband to the wedding. What if I invited my ex-wife?”
“That's up to you, and it's fine with me if that's what you want. For me, Blake is family, and the children would be very upset if he wasn't there.” Charles groaned as he listened.
“That is not my definition of extended family.” He knew by then that he had fallen into a very unusual group of people. There was nothing ordinary or “normal” about them, and it was even stranger to realize that he was marrying the former wife of Blake Williams. That took them out of the norm right there. “Do whatever you want,” he finally said. “I can sense that we're going to be pushing the outer edges of the envelope here. Who am I to tell you what to do? I'm only the groom.” He was only half-teasing, and it still seemed remarkable to him that his future wife was telling him that her ex-husband would be hurt if he wasn't invited to their wedding. Unless he wanted a major battle on his hands, and stepchildren who would hate him even more than they did, he felt he had no choice but to give in.
“He isn't going to walk you down the aisle, is he?” Charles asked, looking worried.
“Of course not, silly. My father will do that.” Charles looked relieved. And she knew, without Charles admitting it, that he had always had an issue about Blake. It was hard for any man to feel he measured up to him. If money was the yardstick for success used by most people, then Blake was at the top of the heap. But that didn't change the fact that he was irresponsible, and always had been, and was never there for her children. Blake was fun to be with, and she would always love him. But Charles was the man she wanted to be married to, without question.
He kissed her when he left that night, and they had discussed most of the details. They both laughed with pleasure as she flashed her ring.
“Goodnight, Mrs. West,” he said softly, and as he said it, she realized that she'd probably have to keep “Williams” for work. It would be too complicated to change it for all her patients, and all the professional things she did, so even though she would be Mrs. West socially, she would still be Dr. Williams, and carry Blake's name forever. There were some things you just couldn't change.
Chapter 16
Blake called Maxine in the office between patients, and it had already been a crazy day for her. She had dealt with three new referrals, and she had just been arguing with the caterer in Southampton about the price of the tent for their wedding. The price was insane, but there was no question that they needed one. Her parents had offered to pay for it, but at her age she didn't feel right letting them do it. On the other hand, she didn't want to get screwed over by the caterer either. Tents were expensive, especially with the clear sides she wanted. It would be too claustrophobic otherwise. She still sounded annoyed when she took Blake's call.
“Hi,” she said brusquely. “What's up?”
“Sorry, Max. Bad time? I'll call you back if you want.” She glanced at her watch, and saw that it was already late for him. She wasn't sure if he was in London again, or still in Morocco, but either way it was late in the evening, and she could hear in his voice that he was tired.
“No, no, it's fine. I'm sorry. I have a few minutes before my next patient. Are you okay?”
“I am. But no one else is around here. I'm still in Imlil, about three hours outside Marrakech. Amazingly, they have a mobile phone mast, though not much else, so I could call you. I've gotten involved with these kids here, Max. What's happened to them is just awful. They're still pulling people out of the rubble, where they've been buried with all the dead members of their families for days. Others are just wandering around the streets looking dazed. They're dirt poor here in the villages, and something like this just wipes them out. They're assessing that more than twenty thousand people were killed.”
“I know,” Maxine said sadly. “I've seen the stories in the Times and on CNN.” It struck her that she couldn't reach him when her own son got hurt, but suddenly he was trying to heal the woes of the world. At least it was better than his flitting from party to party on his jet all over the world. Disaster scenes weren't unfamiliar to her because of her work. But it was the first time she had heard him so upset about something that didn't involve him directly. But he was seeing it firsthand. She had been in situations like that herself, in natural disasters where she'd been sent to consult, both in the States and abroad.
“I need your help,” he said. He was bone tired; he had hardly slept in ten days. “I'm trying to organize assistance for the children. I've met some very interesting and powerful people over here, since I bought the house. The government systems are so overwhelmed that the private sector is trying to see what they can do to bail them out. I've taken on a huge project for the kids, and I'm doing it myself. I need some advice about what kind of assistance they're going to need, both long term and now. It's right up your alley. I need your expertise, Max.” He sounded tired, worried, and sad.
She exhaled sharply as she listened. That was a tall order. “I'd love to help,” she ventured. S
he was impressed by the magnitude of what he was doing, but she had to be realistic about it too. “I'm not really sure I can advise you over the phone,” she said sadly. “I don't know the available government systems to access there, and you really have to see those things firsthand. It's not about theory in a disaster like that. You have to be there, like you are, to figure it out and do it right.”
“I know,” he said. “That's why I called. I didn't know what else to do.” He hesitated for a split second. “Will you come over, Max? These kids need you, and so do I.” She was stunned when she heard what he said. Although he had mentioned the idea in their earlier conversation, she had no idea he was so serious about this, or that he would actually ask her to come. Her schedule was jam-packed for the next month. She was going on vacation, as she always did, with the kids in July, and with the wedding coming up in August, her life was insane.
“Shit, Blake … I'd love to, but I don't see how I can. I've got a really full patient load right now, and some of them are very sick.”
“I want to send you my plane. Even if you only stay for twenty-four hours, it would be a huge help. I need your eyes here, instead of mine. I've got the money to make a difference, but I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground, and you're the only one I trust. Tell me what to do here. Otherwise, I'm just whistling in the dark.” He had made an amazing request, and she didn't see how she could do it. On the other hand, he had never asked her for anything like this before. And she could tell that his heart was fully in it. He was committed to do everything he could to help, both hands on, and with his funds. And it was the kind of work that she found most rewarding too. There was no question that it would be heartbreaking and backbreaking going into a disaster like that, but it was what she loved most, and an opportunity to make a real difference. She was proud of him for what he was doing, and listening to him talk about it brought tears to her eyes. She wanted to tell his children about it, so they could be proud of their dad.
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