Meg at Sixteen

Meg At Sixteen

The Sebastian Sisters, Book Five

Susan Beth Pfeffer

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“What a dump!”

“I know,” Sybil Sebastian said. “But I only got home yesterday. I haven't had a chance to unpack yet.”

Claire Sebastian laughed. “Home,” she said. “You're the only one of us who feels comfortable calling this dive a home.”

“I call it home too,” Thea Sebastian said. “Maybe not the home of my dreams, but home.”

“It's the home of my dreams,” Sybil declared. “And I'll thank all of you to treat it with respect.”

Evvie Sebastian Steinmetz Greene smiled. “Fear and loathing is more like it,” she replied. “It's been what, five years since Aunt Grace died and sort of left us this place, and I still expect to see her every time I walk through the door.”

“Her memory does linger,” Thea agreed, wrinkling her nose. “Sort of like moldy cheese.”

“You never gave her a chance,” Claire said. “Sure, on the outside, she was cold and cruel, but inside, she was miserable and rotten. I always liked that about her.”

“Five years,” Thea said. “Do you remember that first awful Christmas here?”

“Let's not remember the awful times,” Sybil said. “There were too many of them that year.”

The sisters were silent for a moment, thinking of all that had happened five years before, the move to Boston, the big fight between Evvie and their father, Nick, and then Nick's death.

“He would have been so proud of you,” Evvie said to Sybil, and they all knew whom she was talking about. “Graduating with honors from Princeton.”

“I liked it there,” Sybil said. “But I was always glad to come back here for vacations.”

Evvie laughed. “Thank goodness for Aunt Grace's nasty will,” she declared. “Leaving the house in trust until the birth of her first legitimate Christian grandson.”

“Speaking of which,” Claire said. “When are your legitimate Jewish sons arriving? I want to play aunty.”

“Sam's bringing them in a couple of hours,” Evvie replied. “If you thought they were monsters before, wait until you see them now. They're both crawling and they have this terrible tendency to bump into each other. Sam keeps trying to point them in opposite directions, but that means twice as much chasing for us. I think twins were Grace's curse on me.”

“I can't wait to have children,” Thea declared. “Of course medical school came first, and then meeting the right man, which I don't seem to have done quite yet, but I really want a large family.”

“You want it all,” Evvie said. “You always did.”

Thea smiled. “I did, didn't I,” she said. “I just never thought of it that way.”

“You have it all,” Claire pointed out to Evvie. “A husband, children, and a career. Almost a Ph.D. What a lousy example you've set for all of us.”

“Sure,” Evvie said. “And that's exactly the life you've made for yourself, Claire. Domesticity. Education.”

“I took some classes once,” Claire replied. “No, that isn't even true. I tried three times to take classes, but all three times, something came up right around the second or third session. Shoots in London. Vacations on the Riviera. What's a girl to do?”

“Keep looking beautiful,” Thea said. “You're on the Riviera beaches while I'm memorizing bones.”

“That's the difference between bones and bone structure,” Claire said. “I knew from birth high cheekbones were my way out of this madness.”

Sybil tossed some clothing off her bed and stretched out. “What about Schyler?” she asked. “Any change in that relationship?”

“Schyler wants to marry me,” Claire said. “And I'm not opposed. I am twenty-three, after all, and it's about time I made my first marriage.”

“Are you going to marry him?” Thea asked. “Two weddings this summer? Can I stand it?”

Claire shrugged, and the sisters smiled at the familiarity of the gesture. “I keep telling him he just isn't rich enough,” she replied. “I know he's gorgeous, and he's doing well enough, but shouldn't my first husband be somebody just terribly rich? Then after that doesn't work out, I can marry for love.”

“Do you love him?” Thea asked.

“I don't know,” Claire said. “You're the love expert around here. You tell me.”

“Evvie's the expert,” Sybil said. “I wish I could have been at your anniversary party.”

“Five years,” Evvie said. “It feels longer somehow.”

“It is longer,” Claire said. “You and Sam have been together what, ten, eleven years?”

“Something like that,” Evvie replied. “It's gotten so I can't remember a time without him. It was a funny kind of a party, Syb, with none of you there.”

“I'm sorry,” Thea said. “Interns cannot call their lives their own. You wouldn't believe the maneuvering it took to get this weekend off.”

“They insisted on a screen test,” Claire said. “I begged them. I said, ‘My oldest sister is celebrating her fifth anniversary and she's married to the last decent man in America,' and they said, ‘Shut up and act.' As though I knew how.”

“Have you heard anything yet?” Sybil asked. “I can't imagine you a movie star.”

“Oh I can,” Thea said. “Claire was born to be one.”

“I, of course, agree,” Claire said, but then she giggled. “That's a first. My agreeing with Thea. My agent's optimistic, but that's the nature of agents. I don't care. If the movie comes through, great. If it doesn't, I still have a lot of good years of modeling left, and there's always Schyler, and what's his name. Donald. He asked me to marry him a couple of days ago, and I said I'd see if the wedding this weekend put me in a romantic enough mood. Of course if it does, I'll still never marry him. Donald's certainly rich enough, but that's where his charms begin and end.”

“You wouldn't marry him just for his money,” Thea said.

“Well, on second thought, why not?” Claire asked. “Isn't that what Megs is about to do?”

“Claire!” Evvie said sharply. “That's not true.”

“You're not about to tell me it's love,” Claire said. “Not after Nicky.”

“There are different kinds of love,” Evvie replied. “Besides, you of all people wouldn't want Megs to fall in love like she did with Nicky. All that grand passion you kept mocking.”

“I had my doubts too,” Sybil said. “When Megs first told us. But I think she's going to be very happy. She loved being married, you know. She loved all that domesticity.”

“She's loved her job too,” Evvie said. “I've never been so proud of her as when she went back to school and got a degree in physical therapy. And I've lived close enough to her to see the difference it's made in her. She's more self-confident. She's proud of herself for the first time. She was always proud of us, and of Nicky too, rightly or wrongly, but the past couple of years have been different. Her face gets that glow when she talks about her work, and how well she does it.”

“So what are you saying?” Claire asked. “Are you happy or not happy with this marriage?”

Evvie took a deep breath. “I can't really say,” she replied. “I know it's been five years, but there's a part of me that still hasn't accepted Nicky's death. Maybe because the end was so ugly. I don't know. Things aren't resolved for me yet, but at least I'm in therapy where my doctor and I work on it. I alternate between guilt and anger. That isn't even true. Sometimes there is so much longing for him. When Rob and Mickey were born, I wanted him there. I wanted him to see his grandsons. Mick looks like him. You can see the Prescott side in him.”

“Then Nicky would have favored Robby,” Claire said. “That was the way he operated.”

“Old resentments die hard,” Thea declared.

“Yes they do,” Claire said.

“We all had a different Nicky,” Sybil said. “I thought about that a lot, especially the last couple of years. Megs was pretty much the same for all of us, even you, Claire. But Nicky was a different person for each one of us. Maybe because we each had our best view of him at different spots in his life. Not ours, but his. I never knew him as well as I did the day he died, and you didn't really know him at all then, Evvie.”

“I didn't know anything or anyone then,” Evvie replied. “I was so confused about so many things.”

“I knew Nicky,” Thea said. “He never changed for me.”

“That's what I mean,” Sybil replied. “Nicky changed enormously after my accident. We all did, but Nicky changed the most. It isn't that I knew him the best, that I had the single best view of him. Just that the Nicky I knew was the one who was changed by my accident, and the Nicky you knew was the romantic, and the Nicky Claire knew, well, I shudder to think about that one, and the Nicky Evvie knew was the ambitious and loving family man. Do you know what I mean? Am I making sense?”

Claire nodded. “You're making sense,” she declared. “After all, Megs knew a completely different Nicky. She fell in love with him when she was sixteen, and no matter what happened, that was the Nicky she knew.”

“It isn't like that with Sam and me,” Evvie said. “We grow, we change. We just do it together.”

“You and Sam aren't Nicky and Megs,” Sybil replied. “The only thing you have in common is that you fell in love at sixteen.”

“That's not the only thing,” Evvie said. “But I guess the differences are more relevant than the similarities.”

“You even sound like a psychologist,” Claire said.

“Have you been in therapy?” Thea asked.

“
Moi
?” Claire replied, raising her eyebrows in mock horror. “Perfect me?”

“What's the matter?” Thea asked. “Afraid it would lower your cheekbones?”

Claire shook her head. “There was a moment,” she said. “Right after that ridiculous elopement business. We were back in Missouri, Megs and I, while Nicky was staying on in Portland with you, Sybs, and I was feeling really very wounded. Megs wouldn't talk to me about what I'd done, and frankly, I wanted some kind of reaction from her. Approval, rage, I almost didn't care, just as long as she would acknowledge it. Which, of course, she couldn't, because to acknowledge it would be to acknowledge that I was stronger than Nicky, that I had taken on his responsibilities.”

“It wasn't that simple,” Evvie said.

“Maybe not,” Claire replied. “But it seemed that way to me. So I was hurting. And I was feeling bad about the elopement itself, what I'd done to Scotty, what he'd done to me for that matter. I was only sixteen. At the time I felt like I was thirty. Nicky knew that. He even told me how young I was, but I didn't believe him. Look what I'd just pulled off. Getting all that money from his father.”

“What's the point?” Thea asked. “Well, I'm sorry, but it's not my favorite topic, that elopement. I was involved too, you know. I was used.”

“You weren't even there,” Claire pointed out. “You had to be told about it.”

“Exactly,” Thea said. “I had to be. Do you think Scotty would have gone along with your grand scheme if he hadn't been in love with me?”

“It was seven years ago,” Sybil said. “Do we have to fight about it today?”

“I'm sorry,” Thea said, and she managed a smile. “Some battle wounds don't heal.”

“I think that's my point,” Claire said. “You were the one who asked me about therapy, after all.”

“I'm sorry I ever did,” Thea said. “Can we change the subject now?”

“No,” Evvie said. “Let Claire finish. Neither one of you has ever been any good at that, letting the other one finish.”

Claire shrugged. “It isn't important,” she said. “Just that I decided then I could either be whiny and miserable like Thea, or I could accept who I was and what my life had been and go on from there. Which I did. So no, I'm not in therapy, never have been, never will be. No insult intended, Evvie, I'm sure you'll be brilliant at it.”