by Evergreen
Anna had always been of the opinion that clairvoyance, ESP and all that sort of thing were absolute nonsense. And yet she knew, she had a feeling—absurd!—that Paul Werner would be at the dinner.
So, shortly after they had finished the main course, when she saw him walking across the enormous dining room to the table where Malone was sitting with his family, she was actually not surprised.
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prised. She watched as Malone rose to shake hands, observed the introductions and Paul's easy little bow, heard in her mind's ear the throb of his voice, although he was too far away to be heard, and knew that in a few moments he would come to their table.
What shall I say? What will he say? Will my face flush? It gets so hot and red, and people will see. Surely too, they'll hear my drumming heart.
Paul came directly to Joseph and held out his hand.
"Paul Werner," he said. "I came to congratulate you and Mr. Malone on this magnificent building. I've just had the tour."
For an instant Joseph was startled. Then he stood and answered with dignity, "Thank you. You're very kind." He turned to the others. "This is the man who first gave me my start. He—"
"Please," Paul interrupted. "That's not important. What you've done, you've done by your own efforts."
"You know my wife, Anna," Joseph said. "And this is our daughter, Iris. And our son-inlaw, Theo Stern. Doctor Theodor Stern."
He hadn't looked at Anna; what should she do when he did turn to her?
Joseph drew up a chair. "Come join us, Mr. Werner."
Paul sat down. Anna felt a lightness in her head. She mustn't be sick here, she mustn't.
"Are you alone?" Joseph inquired. "Perhaps your-"
"My wife wasn't able to come. Actually," Paul explained, "this evening is in the line of business for me. I'm on the board of the Parsons Trust, you see, and since we contribute to the Home it's my duty to see how some of our money's being spent." He smiled. "And I shall be happy to report that it seems to be spent very well. What I like, you know, is that here you've got the functionalism of the Bauhaus style but you've eliminated the bareness."
One of the other men at the table addressed him. "As an architect I must say I'm gratified; that was our purpose exactly: the surface decoration to take away that spare factory look. Are you an architect, Mr. Werner?"
"No, only a banker. But I dabble. Perhaps I'm a frustrated architect."
How carefully he manages to turn in the other direction, Anna thought. How could he have done such a daring thing as this? She met Iris' gaze and smiled back weakly. Why was Iris staring at her? But perhaps she wasn't really. Suddenly conscious of playing
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nervously with her pearls, Anna put her hands in her lap. Then she was conscious of the pearls themselves, three fine, matched strands. Paul would see that Joseph treated her well. Vulgar thought! She flushed.
Paul saw her distress and felt contrition. This was a rotten thing to do to her. (I knew she would be here and I wanted to see her. And everyone has a right to be selfish once in a while. Lord, she's beautiful! There was a time when a woman in her fifties was old. But Anna looks as if she'd never had a day's worry or done a day's work.)
"My wife is quite a fund raiser herself," Joseph was saying. "She's head of the hospital drive in our town, and head of their opera benefit in the spring too. Why, those women raised a small fortune this year! I wish I could get paid help in the office to work as hard as they do for nothing."
Paul addressed Iris. "And are you one of those hard-working ladies, too?"
"I'm afraid not. We have three children and they don't leave me much time for anything else," Iris said, thinking, Mama is acting funny. She has two red spots on her cheeks. What's the matter with her?
"But my wife used to teach school," Theo put in with pride. "She has an outstanding talent for it. They keep calling her to come back."
"Perhaps when the children grow older—" Iris began. "Nonsense!" Joseph interrupted. "You've enough to do raising your family."
"What did you teach?" Paul asked.
He is sounding her out, Anna thought. He wants to know her, poor Paul. Surely people must see how alike they are! Fear dried her mouth and her palms were wet.
"I taught sixth grade, a gifted class. I would rather have taught at a slum school in the city, but Papa didn't approve." She smiled to Joseph.
"Listen," Joseph said, "I've come up from the slums too recently to want to be reminded. Maybe that's selfish. But a person who doesn't come from there can't know how a man feels when he's reminded. I wouldn't allow it, not while she was under my roof. Have a cigar?" And he offered a handful around the table, stopping at Paul.
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"No, thank you. Cigarettes are my vice." Paul's long fingers unclasped the cigarette case.
I'm not ashamed to say where I come from, Joseph-thought defensively. Not like some these days. Anyway, this man knows. And he sees where I am now, too. Hell, I know it's small potatoes to be proud. But I'm only human, and he'd feel the same in my position. Anybody would.
"Did my partner happen to tell you what we've got on the fire in Florida?" he inquired of Paul.
"He mentioned something very briefly."
"Well, it's a huge thing, the biggest we've done yet. Condominiums, and single-family homes, all tied in with a first-class shopping center, a golf course, a marina—you name it. There's our architect, right there across the table."
The young architect, eager to be heard, said to Paul, "As a frustrated architect, Mr. Werner, you must be familiar with the Scandinavian new towns. We're trying to reproduce some of their self-sufficiency; streets without automobile traffic, that sort of thing."
"Now that's really innovative," Paul said.
And they launched into a conversation illustrated by drawings on the backs of the menus and little structures built of forks.
Anna watched Paul's hands. She tried not to look at them but she was drawn back, under the pretense of interest in the subject, to his hands. They were strong and supple. Joseph had strong hands, too, but they were blunt and different. Different.
Joseph wasn't interested in the conversation. Theories were not for him. Give him the design and he would carry it out. Instead he observed Anna, who was listening so carefully. Anna knew and cared about things like that. She was so lovely in that dress, all iridescent gray and rose. Changeable taffeta, she'd said it was, tonight while they were dressing. "Do you like the rustle?" she'd asked, and flounced across the room, making the skirt swish. Wonder what that fellow thinks of her now? The scared girl going up the steps of their fine house. And now this. Only in America.
". . . the refreshing simplicity of Danish design," someone concluded.
Anna saw that Paul was trying to extricate himself from the conversation. "And have you ever been in Denmark?" he inquired of Iris.
"I've never been in Europe," she replied.
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"Ah, haven't you? You must try to go soon. There's nothing like seeing it with young eyes. And young legs," he added. "Theo isn't happy about seeing Europe again," Iris said quietly.
"I keep promising Anna a trip," Joseph interjected. "She's dying to go back. Only, I get so darned busy, I keep putting it off."
Paul returned to Iris and Anna understood that he was trying to draw her out. He simply wanted to hear her talk. He wasn't aware that one had to know Iris a long time before she would talk. She wondered what had gone through his mind at first sight of Iris, grown-up. She wondered whether Joseph was puzzled over Paul's staying so long at their table.
"No, I never want to see Europe again," Theo said. "I lost my family there."
"I understand," Paul answered. He paused for a moment. "Then perhaps you ought to see Israel. It is, after all, the remedy for the sickness that attacked in Europe."
"Have you been there yet?" Theo asked.
Words took shape in Anna's mouth: Why, he was one of the movers who created Israel! Startled, she thought: What if I h
ad blurted that out loud?
"Many, many times," Paul told Theo. "Both before the state was founded and since then too." He smiled. "I recommend a visit, especially to you."
"When the children are older," Iris said, "perhaps we'll go then. My father has done a lot too, not on the scene, but raising funds. We all feel very involved."
"I'm glad to hear that," Paul responded.
He said to himself, She's prettier than I expected. It must be the marriage that's turned the trick. She's certainly poised, and speaks so well! And those enormous, brilliant eyes! Anna hasn't said a word. I shouldn't have shocked her like this. She's a good actress, though; you wouldn't think there was a thing going on. Come to think of it, I'm a pretty fine actor myself; my heart's in my mouth, but nobody knows it. Except Anna. She knows it.
"Why aren't you young people dancing?" Joseph asked. "Go ahead, don't mind us!"
Iris stood up with Theo. That man and Mama, she was thinking. That man. Doesn't Papa see anything?
A moment later Malone came over. "Mr. Hicks would like to see us both," he told Joseph. "He's in the office."
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When Joseph had excused himself and all the others at the table had got up to dance, Anna and Paul were left alone.
Then for the first time he looked at her. "Fifteen years, Anna," he said at last.
"Oh, Paul, you should at least have warned me—"
"I know. It was thoughtless. But forgive me. A man's entitled to one lapse."
She didn't reply. The heat in her neck was suffocating.
"When I read about this in the paper I knew you would be here. I hoped she might be here, too."
"What do you think of her?"
"She's lovely, and different. Complicated, also, with a lot held back. And I have a feeling she's curious about me."
"What do you mean?" Anna asked quickly.
Paul hesitated. "Nothing precise. It's just a feeling I have about her feeling."
"She's made a fine marriage. It's been good for her."
"I knew. I saw the announcement."
"It's a marriage your mother would have approved. Socially, I mean."
"That's hitting below the belt, isn't it, Anna?"
"Perhaps it is." Yes, it was. But she couldn't resist. "Theo comes from a very distinguished family in Vienna—or they were, before they were wiped out. Distinguished and rich. He was educated at Cambridge and—"
"Fine. I'm sufficiently impressed. What kind of a man is he?"
"A wonderful, good man. And they're happy together."
"So you're not worried anymore."
"Well, I do feel that Iris is on her feet, and that's probably added a few years to my life!"
"And there are three children."
"Yes, two boys, very bright, especially the elder one, Steve. He's a bit of a problem, he's so advanced. The girl, Laura, is an angel, a healthy, good-hearted child." Anna stopped. Paul's face had simply closed, that subtle, tense, patrician face. And she knew that her recital, although he had asked for it, had touched a deep, wounded place.
"Go on," he said.
"Go on?"
"Yes. Tell me everything that has happened. Fill in the fifteen years."
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She could have wept for him. "Well," she resumed, "well, one beautiful thing did happen. Eric came back to us five years ago. He's going on eighteen now."
"Eric?"
"Maury's son."
"I'm glad for you, Anna. And for Joseph. You know," Paul said ruefully, "one has to like Joseph. I have very jumbled feelings tonight." '
"Mine are pretty mixed up, too." Anna's lips quivered suddenly.
Paul looked away. "Anna, dearest, I'm upsetting you. It isn't fair to do this to you here."
"No."
He looked out over the dancers, changing the subject. "Who's that Iris is dancing with?" For Iris and Theo had switched partners.
"One of the Malone sons."
"He's a handsome specimen."
"All the Malones are 'specimens.' One more healthy and handsome than the next."
"You'd have liked a lot of children, wouldn't you?"
"Oh," she said softly.
"You deserved to have them. It doesn't seem like too much for a woman to ask."
"Who is to say what's too much, Paul?"
He made no answer. For just an instant she had the strangest sensation of unreality: it was impossible that they should be sitting here together! She knew nothing about him, after all these intervening years, and yet he was Paul; she knew him well and dearly. Now suddenly she needed to know everything, to fill in, as he had said, the fifteen years.
"What are you seeing in the air, Anna? You're a thousand miles away."
"No, I'm right here, thinking about you. I'm trying to imagine your life and I can't see beyond offices, ships and airplanes: you rushing here, going there. That's all I see and I want more."
"Well, but that's pretty much the way it is. I go wherever I want. Last year I needed a vacation, so I went to Morocco and through the Atlas Mountains. It was fascinating."
"That's still not telling me anything about you."
"Oh," he said somberly, "I've just been dodging, haven't I? All
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right, then. Here it is." Roughly he stabbed the fresh cigarette into the ashtray. "My wife and I ... there's nothing particularly wrong between us and nothing particularly right, either. Her family's in Palm Beach. She spends most of her time there. I hate the place, so I'm rarely there. I work and I like my work. I have women wherever I go and whenever I need them. But they don't mean anything." He looked up. "I can't get you out of my mind, Anna."
"It hurts. It hurts me that you're unhappy," she said softly.
He lit another cigarette, cleared his throat as if it were tight, and went on, "I suppose I could be philosophical and ask you back, as you've often asked me, What is 'happiness' anyway? And whatever it is, why do we think we're entitled to it? All that sort of talk, in which, incidentally, there's a good deal of sense. The fact is, Anna, I really don't know. I'm confused. I'm guilty and I'm angry, although I don't know at whom. At the fates, perhaps? Or at myself? I should think that after all these years I could forget you—"
"I know," she murmured.
"Do you remember our last time? At the beach house?"
"I remember. We were still young and—"
"But you're young now. You always will be." He leaned forward. "Do you know a crazy thing? I still have hopes that someday, in some way, you and I—"
"Please," Anna interrupted with alarm. "Don't look at me like that. Iris is watching."
Paul leaned back and Anna poured another cup of coffee, which she did not want. But it was something to do with her trembling hands.
"I wish," she began to say, when the music stopped short.
Theo and Iris came back to the table. Then Joseph returned with Malone. There were a few pleasantries. Paul walked away. It was over.
"My goodness, Mama," Iris remarked curiously, while they were riding home, "you looked so serious, you and Mr. Werner! I couldn't help seeing you. What on earth were you talking about?"
The partial truth came easily. "I'm sorry to say I was telling him about Maury and Eric. And I'm afraid I may have gotten somewhat emotional."
"That's understandable, God knows," Joseph said. He sighed heavily, then brightened. "He seems to be a nice enough chap,
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that Werner. To tell the truth, I always pictured him as kind of a snob, but he isn't, is he?"
"I don't think so," Anna said.
"Funny how he and I met, after all these years."
"Yes, very."
It was late when they reached home. Joseph went to the refrigerator. "I'm going to make myself a sandwich. Food's always lousy at those affairs. Want one, Anna?"
"No, thanks." She went outside to the terrace. The night was cool and fresh. It smelled of wet earth. There were millions and millions of stars in a clear, limp
id sky. Beautiful, so beautiful! And such a sadness at the heart of it! That marvelous order which held the stars where they were and moved them so predictably, while human life was just—just confusion!
