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“Early? It’s ten-thirty.”
“TEN-THIRTY?” Steffi shouts. “Oh
shit
.”
“What?”
“Oh God. I overslept again. I had meant to go to the farmers’ market this morning to get lettuce and peas for the menu tonight.”
“So . . . can’t you go to Gristedes instead?”
“That’s what I keep doing, and then I end up paying for it out of my own pocket. Dammit. I can’t believe I overslept again. And I’m supposed to be at work in half an hour. I’m never gonna make it.”
“Do you want me to call you back later?”
Steffi sighs. “No. I’m going to be late whatever. A few minutes talking to you won’t make any difference. How are you, sis? What’s up?”
“Steff, I’m worried about you. You can’t afford to lose another job. You have to be careful.”
“I know, I know. But they love me. I’ve totally changed the menu, and we’re getting amazing crowds. I may drive them nuts with my lateness, but they would never fire me.”
“That’s what you said the last time.”
“Right. But I was getting really bored there. It was time to move on.”
“So how do you feel about Joni’s?”
Steffi hesitates. “Bored.” She breaks out in a peal of laughter.
“You are a disaster,” Callie says, laughing. “What’s the record for holding down a job? Six months? Seven?”
“Nooo. That’s not fair.” Despite being on the phone Steffi pouts, just as she has always done when teased by her big sister. “Almost a year at the Grain Market.”
“A year? Are you sure?”
“Okay. So it was nine and a half months, but you always round up for your résumé. And actually, I was kidding about being bored. I’m not bored, I love it. But if a new challenge presented itself, I’d be willing to look at it.”
“Right now you’re going to have to start praying for a new challenge,” Callie says sternly. “And what about Rob? How’re things going with him?”
Steffi drops her voice to a whisper. “Would you be surprised if I said it wasn’t going particularly well?”
“No.” Callie tuts. “It’s what I would expect. Oh Steff. When are you going to settle down?”
“Callie!” Steffi reprimands. “Now you sound just like Dad. You’ve always been my supporter. Don’t start giving me a hard time now! Anyway, this isn’t my fault. I’m just getting fed up with the whole rock-chick lifestyle, and frankly, if I were to settle down, it wouldn’t be with someone like Rob. Plus, I’m only thirty-three so I’ve got plenty of time. Just because you were married at this age doesn’t mean that’s the right path for me.”
“You’re right. I just . . . I guess I just want to see you happy.”
“I am happy,” Steffi says. “It’s just not the same kind of happiness as you, with a perfect husband, two perfect children and a perfect house.”
“If it makes you feel better, the husband is never home, those children ain’t so perfect—the daughter, for example, is soon to turn nine and is developing a serious attitude that is making my hair stand on end—and the neighbors’ septic tank has just exploded all over our yard.”
Steffi cracks up. “I totally shouldn’t say this, but yes, that does make me feel better. So I guess things aren’t any different with Reece?”
“Different, as in does he get home before nine at night and does he ever stop traveling? Nope. Things are no different.”
“But you love it, right? The independence?”
“Yeah. I do. I guess I’m more like Mom than I realized.” Callie drifts into silence as she thinks about her solitary evenings, when Reece is still at work and the kids are in bed.
It is a time she loves. The house is entirely peaceful, and she can drift in and out of her office, Photoshopping pictures if she chooses, making herself tea, curling up on the sofa to watch some TV. It has become her favorite time of day—the hours when the phone doesn’t ring, other than Reece to say what time he’ll be home, and no one is demanding anything of her.
“How about the kids? Are they like you, or Reece?” Steffi smiles, thinking of the niece and nephew she adores.
“Eliza’s just as strong willed and stubborn as I am, and moody as hell. God, Steff, I don’t remember ever being this rude to Mom when I was young. Sometimes it just takes my breath away.”
“My perfect niece is rude? Seriously?”
“Not for the past couple of days, thank God. She’s liking me this week because I just donated a family photographic session to the school auction, and apparently she overheard one of the ten-year-olds saying her mom was desperate to have me take their pictures. So this week I’m cool again. Jack, on the other hand, bless his soul, still adores me unreservedly. God,” she sighs, “I love that boy.”
“Favoritism!” Steffi points out. “And by the way, despite what Eliza may think this week, you’re not cool,” she says. “You’re a total Stepford Wife.”
“Steff, if you weren’t my sister, I’d kill you.”
“But it’s true. How many times do I have to tell you there are wardrobe choices other than Gap shorts and FitFlops?”
Callie laughs. “How do you know I have FitFlops?”
“I don’t, but I took the train out to stay with Lila a couple of weekends ago, and every single woman I passed on Main Street was wearing those damned things. It’s obviously some weird suburban Stepford thing.”
“Bedford isn’t the suburbs, it’s the country.”
“That’s just what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better. Hey, by the way, this guy who comes into the restaurant may let me use his farmhouse in Sleepy Hollow. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”
Callie lights up. “Sleepy Hollow? That’s so close! That would be amazing. What would it be, a weekend place for you or something?”
“Something. Not sure yet. I haven’t seen it but I’ll keep you posted.”
“Hey, how is Lila, anyway? And how come you went out there? That’s just sad. She’s
my
best friend and you get to see her more often than I do.”
“I totally don’t, but this boyfriend of hers, Ed, had his son staying, and the boy’s a fan of Rob’s so we came out to meet him.”
“That’s adorable! She never told me!”
Steffi sniffs. “Some kind of best friend . . .”
“No, it’s my fault,” Callie says guiltily. “I’ve been so busy with life, I’ve barely had a chance to speak to her, and she’s terrible at email. So did you meet Ed? What did you think?”
“Yes. He seems like a great guy.”
“I think he is. In fact, for all the times Lila has said that this time she’s met the one, this is the first time she hasn’t actually said that. It seems more real than the others. Very measured and balanced. I think she may actually have found the guy.”
“She seems happy. They do seem right together, and she was calm around him.”
“That’s exactly it,” Callie says excitedly. “He calms her down, and that’s what was always missing. Lila always got so completely amped up about her boyfriends that you knew it couldn’t last.”
“Also, he does have that amazing English accent.”
“I know!” Callie giggles. “If I close my eyes I can think of Hugh Grant.”
“So,” Steffi says, “although, darling sis, I would love to talk to you all day, they might very well kill me if I’m more than about twenty minutes late, so did you just call to chat or is there a reason?”
“Both. I called to chat, and to say that I’m kind of worried about Dad.”
“You are? Why? Is he sick?”
“God, no! Nothing like that. It’s just that he’s started calling me every day, which, as you know, isn’t like him at all, and I just worry that he’s really lonely.”
“That’s because he’s a bad-tempered old bastard and the minute all those lady friends realize it, they’re off.”
“I don’t think he has any lady friends right now. I think that’s the problem. He’s never been great at friendships, has he? And now he’s sixty-nine and on his own, and I’m just worried about him.”
“So what should we do? Go up and see him?”
“That would be a start. Or maybe you could invite him to stay in New York with you. He loves the theater and the opera and he probably wouldn’t even be at the apartment much.”
“Callie? Have you
been
to this apartment? Dad would hate it here. And he totally wouldn’t understand Rob’s hours. It would drive him nuts that Rob stays up all night and sleeps all day. He’d probably shove him out of bed at six a.m. and force him to go for a run or something. Why don’t you have him stay with you?”
“In Bedford? What’s he going to do
here
? He’d have a much better time in the city.”
“So suggest he come in and stay in a hotel. I’d take him out. I just don’t think I can have him at the apartment. But anyway, it doesn’t solve the larger problem. If he’s lonely, what can we do?”
“I suggested online dating services but he freaked out, which I guess is still the aftermath of Hiromi. Then he just said he’s not the slightest bit interested in dating anyone. I even joked that he didn’t have to date them, he could just sleep with them.”
“Ew. Gross. Do you have to bring that up?”
“Sorry. I was kidding.” Callie laughs.
“You know what I wish?” Steffi says. “I wish that he and Mom would somehow find a way to be friends.”
“No you don’t,” Callie counters. “You wish that he and Mom got back together.”
“Not really. I mean, there’s a part of me that always wanted that when we were growing up, but now I just think they’re both on their own, neither of them is exactly a spring chicken, and it would be so nice if they became, I don’t know, friends. Wouldn’t it be great?”
“Except you’re forgetting that Dad’s a starched right-wing, rigid, grumpy bastard who likes everything done his way, and Mom’s a laid-back, left-wing, scatty free spirit who floats through life like a fairy.”
“She’s on Planet Mom.” Steffi laughs.
“Yup. Still.” Callie sighs. “All these years later and she still lives on Planet Mom. Or Planet Honor, as Dad calls it. She still loves her Chinese medicine and natural supplements. She’d drive him nuts. It’s never going to happen.”
“Does he still hate her as much as ever?”
“Put it like this: when he talks about her, he still refers to her as ‘your mother,’ with a sneer in his voice.”
“God, you’d think that two marriages and one longtime relationship later he’d get over it.” Steffi shakes her head.
“I know. I think he still loves her.”
“And if by love you mean hates her passionately—absolutely.”
“I’m still amazed they didn’t screw us up more.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m the younger one and, according to Dad, I’m a total mess.”
“He doesn’t think you’re a total mess. He just thinks you’re completely irresponsible and still a child.”
“Thanks for the support.”
“I didn’t say that’s what I think,” Callie protests. “That’s what Dad thinks.”
“So what do you think?”
There’s a pause. “Pretty much the same,” Callie says, and they both burst out laughing.
“So maybe Reece and I will treat Dad to a stay in a hotel in New York for his birthday, then,” Callie continues. “You’re right about the apartment. Dad would think Rob was a disaster and it would put him in a permanent bad mood. Let me talk to Reece and see if he could get some time off work so we could all go out and do stuff together.”
“Time off work? Your husband?”
“I know, I know, but a girl can dream.”
“I’ve got to go,” Steffi says. “Love you, Callie.”
“Love you too, baby.”
They put down their respective phones, each with a smile on her face.
 
Callie sits at her desk in her home office and grabs a pad and pencil. There is so much to do every day that the only way she can breathe is to make lists and systematically tick off each item as she gets it done.
1. Walk Elizabeth. Elizabeth is their devoted black lab, who is now the size of two black labs because, despite Jack’s pleading for a puppy and swearing that he would walk her every single day, no one walks Elizabeth anymore, and flinging a tennis ball from a plastic orange ball flinger in the garden twice a day doesn’t seem to be making much of a difference. The vet now says Elizabeth has reached critical size and must be walked at least twice a day in the dog park, where she can jump and play with other dogs.
2. Register Jack for baseball; and sign Eliza up for drama classes, in a bid to channel the drama into something constructive, rather than the weeping and wailing when, say, Callie cancels a sleepover as a consequence for Eliza’s backtalk.
3. Return the phone calls from all the sleepaway camps that have been leaving forced-cheerful messages on the answering machine for weeks. Oh how she wishes she’d never asked them for information in the first place. She had no idea quite how much they would want her . . .
4. Grocery shop. There is nothing in the fridge except drawers full of wilting vegetables, which is what happens when you try to be clever by buying tons of food in the desperate hope that you won’t have to hit the grocery store again for at least another week, and your husband doesn’t get back until nine p.m. every night and has usually grabbed a pizza on his way home.
5. Cook. Callie is hosting Book Club tonight, and has completely forgotten about it until this very second. She can’t just serve ready-bought food. No. She can’t. The girls would never let her hear the end of it. She’ll make Steffi’s tomato tarts with puff pastry—easy and impressive. That’ll keep the girls quiet.
6. Aaaargh. Run to the liquor store and get bottles of wine, and then to the gourmet food market for snacks. Having Book Club at her house tonight is also a problem because whoever hosts it has to introduce the book and give her opinion and some constructive thoughts as an opener, and Callie hasn’t had time even to open the book. She does like the cover though, although she’s not sure that’s enough.
7. Get to the gym. She’s been feeling extraordinarily tired lately, and she’s convinced it’s because she’s let her exercise routine slide. There’s no question that when she’s working out every day she is filled with an energy she doesn’t otherwise have.
8. Check for paper plates in the pantry. An email had gone out last week asking for volunteers to bring things in for Eliza’s class performance of their Colonial Williamsburg project, and by the time Callie had gotten around to responding, all the good stuff—cupcakes, biscuits, lemonade—was gone, and the only thing still left on the list was paper plates. She’s pretty sure they’ve run out because no one’s used them since the summer and she doesn’t recall seeing any, so she will have to remember to add them to the shopping list.
9. Organize Eliza’s birthday party. It may not be until next year, but Eliza’s planning it already, and Callie figures it’s better to get it organized this far in advance. She has decided she wants a karaoke party, having heard about someone’s big sister’s bat mitzvah extravaganza in New York City at an actual karaoke club, but given there are no karaoke bars in Bedford, Callie is having to use her imagination. Eliza has point-blank refused to have a party at home, and so Callie has found a Japanese restaurant with a private tatami room, available on the night of Eliza’s birthday, and she has the number of Kevin the Karaoke King, who will apparently turn up with the machine, the video and the books. At what point, Callie wonders, did her daughter discover sushi and karaoke? What happened to mac ’n’ cheese and disco dance parties in her bedroom?
10. Register Jack for football and basketball. She had meant to do this weeks ago, but couldn’t face all the additional driving. No one ever told her that motherhood meant you would spend three-quarters of your day as a chauffeur. She made a decision not to overschedule the children, and now feels guilty because every boy in Jack’s class is doing football, basketball, tae kwon do, baseball clinic and music. She draws the line at music because she just doesn’t have the energy.
11. Copyedit the ad that’s going in the local paper next week, and call back the journalist who’s writing an editorial feature on her—an amazing coup that is likely to bring in a lot of new business—plus call back the three people who have called this week to make an appointment for photography consultations.
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