The Things We Do for Love

by Kristin Hannah

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  "Shell get a full ride," David said. "Hell, shes the smartest kid in the school. "

  Lauren heard the pride in Davids voice as he said it; normally that would have made her smile, but now, as she stared up at his chin, all she could think about was their future. Hed applied to Stanford, and it was a foregone conclusion that hed be accepted. The thought of being separated from him chilled her more than the November weather, and he didnt seem to worry about it at all. He was sure of their love. How did a person come by that kind of certainty?

  Kim opened her pop. It snapped and hissed. "I cant wait to be done with all this application crap. "

  Lauren closed her eyes. The conversation swirled around her, but she didnt join in.

  She wasnt sure why, but suddenly she was on edge. Maybe it was the weather: cold and clear. Storms followed days like this, when the sky was scrubbed clean by clouds that raced from west to east. Or maybe it was the college talk. All she knew was that something was not right.

  A FINE SILVER MIST CLUNG TO THE MORNING-WET grass. Angie sat on the back porch, drinking her coffee and staring out to sea. The rhythmic whoosh-whoosh of the waves seemed as familiar and constant as the beating of her own heart.

  Here was the soundtrack of her youth. The rumbling roar of the tides, the sound of raindrops hitting rhododendron leaves, the creaking whine of her rocking chair on the weathered porch floor.

  The only thing missing was the sound of voices; children yelling at one another and giggling. She turned to say something to her husband, realizing a second too late that she was alone.

  She got up slowly, went back inside for more coffee. She was just reaching for the pot when there was a knock on the door.

  "Coming. " She went to the door, answered it.

  Her mother stood on the porch, wearing an ankle-length flannel nightgown and green rubber gardening clogs. "He wants me to go. "

  Angie frowned, shook her head. It looked as if Mama had been crying. "Come in out of the rain, Mama. " She put an arm around her mother, led her to a place on the sofa. "Now, whats going on?"

  Mama reached into her pocket, pulled out a rumpled white envelope. "He wants me to go. "

  "Who?" Angie took the envelope.

  "Papa. "

  She opened it. Inside were two tickets to The Phantom of the Opera. Mama and Papa had always had seats at the Fifth Avenue Theater in downtown Seattle. It had been one of her fathers rare indulgences.

  "I was going to just let the date go past. I missed The Producers in July. " Mama sighed, her shoulders caving downward. "But Papa thinks you and I should go. "

  Angie closed her eyes for a moment, seeing her father dressed in his best black suit, heading for the door. Hed adored musicals most of all, had always come home from them singing. West Side Story had been his favorite, of course. Tony and Maria.

  Thats your mama and me, he always said, except we love each other forever, eh, Maria?

  She slowly opened her eyes; saw the same play of bittersweet memories on her mothers face.

  "Its a good idea," Angie said. "Well make a night of it. Dinner at Palisades and a room at the Fairmont Olympic. Itll be good for us. "

  "Thank you," Mama said, her voice cracking. "That is what your papa said. "

  THE NEXT MORNING, LAUREN GOT UP EARLY AND MADE herself breakfast, but when she stared down at the eggs on her plate, the thought of eating that runny pile of yellow goo was more than she could bear. She pushed the plate away so fast the fork fell off and clanged on the Formica table. For a second, she thought she was going to throw up.

  "Whats wrong with you?"

  Startled, she looked up. Mom stood in the doorway, dressed in an obnoxiously short pink denim skirt and an old Black Sabbath T-shirt. The dark circles under her eyes were the size of Samsonites. She was smoking a cigarette.

  "Gee, Mom. Its nice to see you again. I thought youd died in your bedroom. Wheres Prince Charming?"

  Mom leaned against the doorway. There was a dreamy, self-satisfied smile on her face. "This one is different. "

  Lauren wanted to say As in different species? But she held back. She was in a crappy, irritable mood. It wouldnt do any good to tangle with her mother. "You always say that. Jerry Eckstrand was different, all right. And that guy who drove the VW bus--what was his name? Dirk? He was definitely different. "

  "Youre being a bitch. " Mom took a long drag on her cigarette. As she exhaled, she nibbled on her thumbnail. "Are you having your period?"

  "No, but were behind in the rent again and you seem to have retired. "

  "Not that its any of your business, but I might be falling in love. "

  "The last time you said that, his name was Snake. God knows you can never go wrong with a guy named after a reptile. You pretty much know what youre getting. "

  "There is definitely something wrong with you. " Mom crossed the room and sat down on the sofa. She put her feet up on the coffee table. "I really think this guy might be The One, Lo. "

  Lauren thought she heard a crack in her mothers voice, but that wasnt possible. Men had always drifted in and out of her mothers life. Mostly out. Shed fallen in love with dozens of them. They never stuck around for long.

  "I was havin drinks with Phoebe, and just gettin ready to leave, when Jake walked in. " Mom sucked in a long drag on her cigarette, exhaled. "He looked like a gunfighter, coming in to the bar for a shoot-out. When the light hit his face, I thought for a second it was Brad Pitt. " She laughed. "The next morning, o course, when I woke up with him, he didnt look much like a movie star. But he kissed me. In the light of day. A kiss. "

  Lauren felt the tiniest of openings between them. Such a moment was rare, and she couldnt help moving toward it. She sat down beside her mom. "You sound . . . different when you say his name. "

  For once, Mom didnt ease away. "I didnt think it would happen for me. " She seemed to realize what shed said, what shed revealed, so she smiled. "Im sure its nothing. "

  "I guess I could say hi to him. "

  "Yeah. He thinks youre a figment of my imagination. " Mom laughed. "Like I would pretend to have a kid. "

  Lauren couldnt believe shed walked into it again. Or that it still hurt. She started to get up, but her mother stopped her. Actually touched her.

  "And the sex. Holy shit, its good. " She took another drag, exhaled, smiling dreamily.

  Smoke swirled around Laurens face, clogged her nostrils. She gagged at the smell and felt her stomach rise.

  She ran for the bathroom, where she threw up. Afterward, still shaky, she brushed her teeth and went back to the dining room table. "How many times do I have to ask you not to exhale your smoke in my face?"

  Mom stabbed out the cigarette in the overloaded ashtray and stared at Lauren. "Puking is a new response. "

  Lauren grabbed her plate from the table and headed for the sink. "I gotta go. David and I are studying together tonight. "

  "Whos David?"

  Lauren rolled her eyes. "Nice. Ive been dating him for almost four years. "

  "Oh, him. The good-looking one. " Mom gazed at her through the still-lingering smoke, and then took another drink of her Coke. For once, Lauren felt as if her mother were actually seeing her. "You have a lot going for you, Lauren. Trust me when I tell you that a hard dick can ruin everything. "

  "Yeah. I think Mrs. Brady said the same thing to Marcia. "

  Mom didnt laugh; neither did she look away. It was a long moment before she said softly, "You know what makes a girl throw up for no reason, dont you?"

  "I CANT BELIEVE I LET YOU TALK ME INTO THIS DRESS," Angie said, studying herself in the mirror in their hotel room.

  "I didnt talk you into it," Mama said from the bathroom. "I bought it for you. "

  Angie turned sideways, noticed how the red silk clung to her body. The dress Mama had chosen from the sale rack at Nordstrom was one Angie never would have bought for herself. Red was such a look-at-me color. Even more outrageous was the pure sexines
s of the dress. Angie usually preferred classic elegance.

  Normally, she would have refused to wear it, but she and her mother had had such a wonderful day. Lunch at the Georgian, facials at Gene Juarezs downtown spa, and shopping at Nordstrom. When Mama had seen this dress, shed screamed and made a beeline.

  At first Angie had thought it was just a joke. The dress was a scarlet halter-style with a plunging back. Thousands of tiny silver bugle beads glittered along the bodice. And even at seventy percent off, the price tag was hefty.

  "Youve got to be kidding," she said to her mother, shaking her head. "Were going to the theater, not the Oscar ceremony. "

  "You are a single woman now," Mama said, coming out of the bathroom, and though she was smiling, there was a sad knowing in her eyes. Life changes, that look said, whether you want it to or not. "Mr. Tannen at the hardware store said Tommy Matucci was asking about you. "

  Angie decided to let that pass. Hooking up with her high school boyfriend was not at the top of her to-do list. "So you think if I dress like an expensive hooker-- or a Hollywood celebrity, which is pretty much the same thing--Ill find my way to a new life. " Angie meant to sound flip, but when she got to the words new life, her smile shook.

  "What I think," Mama said slowly, "is that its time to look forward instead of back. Youre doing a great job with the restaurant. Date night is a huge success. Youve collected enough coats for most of the elementary school children in town. For now, be happy. "

  Angie knew it was good advice. "I love you, Mama. Have I told you that recently?"

  "Not enough. Now lets go. Your father says we are late. "

  They made it to the theater in less than fifteen minutes. They passed through the doors, showed their tickets, and stepped into the crowded but beautiful lobby.

  "He loved it here," Mama said, her voice thready. "He always bought one of those expensive programs, and he never threw them away. I still have a huge stack of them in the closet. "

  Angie put an arm around her mother, held her tightly.

  "He would have led us right to the bar. "

  "And so well follow him. " Angie led the way to the small area where cocktails were served. Elbowing her way through the crowd, she ordered two white wines. Glasses in hand, she and Mama sipped the wines and walked around the lobby, appreciating the gilded, baroque decor.

  At seven-fifty, the lights flickered.

  They hurried to their seats in the fourth row and sat down. The theater was filled with hushed noise-- footsteps, whispered voices, people moving in the orchestra pit.

  Then the show began.

  For the next hour, the audience sat, enthralled, as the sad and beautiful story unfurled. At intermission, when the house lights came up, Angie turned to her mother.

  "What do you think?"

  Mama was crying.

  Angie understood. This music did that to you; it released your deepest emotions.

  "He would have loved this one," Mama said. "I would have grown weary of the soundtrack. "

  Angie touched her mothers velvety soft hand. "Youll tell him all about it. "