The Sins of the Mother (30 page)

He got in the bath with her a few minutes later, and they sank into the luxurious tub. He still couldn’t believe it was over with Amanda. She hadn’t intended to, but she’d made it easy for him in the end. And it felt totally right to him to have left. He wasn’t sad. He was relieved. He felt nothing for Amanda. The last month of loving Taylor and living with Amanda had been insane. He never wanted to go through anything like it again. And it had been hard on Taylor too, not knowing if she’d lose him or not.

“The divorce may take a while,” he warned her. Even with a pre-nup, it was going to be a nasty fight.

“I can wait,” Taylor said quietly. “I’m not in a rush.”

“I am.” He smiled at her. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you. What took you so long?”

“I was busy.” She smiled, and he kissed her, and they got out of the tub. Room service came up shortly after. He had ordered club sandwiches for both of them. They ate them wearing the hotel’s big fluffy terry cloth robes and talked and laughed like two kids. And this was only the beginning. They had a lifetime ahead of them. And as they lay in bed that night, he held her in his arms, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with her. There was so much he wanted to share with her and show her. She was not only the love of his life, she had become his best friend. He had told her about his mother and his grandmother, his brother and sisters. He knew they were going to love her. But best of all, he did, and greatest of all was that she loved him. And as she slept beside him that night, he looked at her and knew he had been given a priceless gift.

Chapter 18

P
hillip walked into his mother’s office the next morning and waited until she got off the phone. She seemed busy, but he only needed a few minutes of her time. And she was relieved that he looked better than when she’d last seen him. He didn’t have the wild, distracted look he’d had for the last month.

“I just wanted to tell you,” he said quietly, “I left Amanda last night.” For a long moment, Olivia didn’t comment.

“Are you all right with it?” That was all that concerned her. She wanted him to be happy. And he never had been with Amanda, or not in a long time. He had been emotionally starved and didn’t know it.

“Yes, I am. I should have done it years ago,” he said, in answer to his mother’s question.

“What happened?” She assumed it had something, or everything, to do with the girl she had seen him with at the bookstore.

“She wanted you to make me CEO.” He laughed when he said it.

“Now?” Olivia looked surprised.

“Now. As befitting her status, as a federal judge. She feels she needs to be married to a CEO.”

“Well, you will be one day,” Olivia said calmly.

“Not for a long time, I hope,” he said, and meant it. “It was either that or a divorce. So I picked Door Number Two. A divorce. It works for me. But it’s liable to get costly.”

“As I recall, you have a good pre-nup.” Olivia was pensive.

“She’ll probably try to break it. She’s an attorney.”

“That won’t get her far,” Olivia said, looking annoyed, and then she couldn’t resist asking him what she already knew and he hadn’t admitted. She wondered if he would. “Was there any other reason?”

“Several. Our marriage was dead. She never loved me. I’m not in love with her anymore.” He took a breath. “And I met someone else. A month ago. It happened very fast.” Olivia was impressed that he’d been honest with her. She didn’t think he would be.

“Who is she?” Olivia asked with obvious concern.

“A girl I met in a café a month ago. She’s a fourth-grade teacher in Harlem. She just moved here from Milwaukee. She’s wonderful and I love her, and she loves me. She’s twenty-eight years old. And she has no idea who you are.” Olivia smiled.

“It sounds like a good start. She’s very young.”

“She makes me feel young,” he said with a peaceful look. She had never seen him look that way before. “I want to have children with her.” Olivia looked at him, stunned.

“She must be something. I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Neither did I.”

“Well, don’t rush into anything. And you’ll have to wait for the divorce. That’s a good thing. It’ll give you time to get to know each other. Am I going to meet her? Before you start having babies with her?” He laughed and his mother smiled.

“Yes, when things settle down. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“It sounds like you already have.” Olivia smiled at her son. “Where are you staying?”

“At the Plaza, until I figure this out.”

“You can stay with me in Bedford if you want,” she offered.

“Thank you. I think I’d rather be in the city.” He hated the commute, but appreciated the kind offer. “But I’ll keep it in mind. And Mother.” He hesitated as he looked at her. “I’m really sorry about what I said about you and Peter. I was out of line. I think life got even with me immediately. I no sooner said all that to you about Peter being married than I fell madly in love, and I was a married man having an affair. It’s funny how sometimes you wind up doing everything you said you never would. The ironies of life. And even more so, if it’s something your parents did and you thought you disapproved of. Then it happens even faster.” He smiled and Olivia chuckled.

“Life has a way of doing that to all of us.” She had disapproved of her mother’s affair with Ansel Morris, and forty-five years later she was doing the same thing with Peter. And now Phillip with the young girl he was in love with. “It never pays to be too righteous. We end up eating our own words.”

“And a lot of humble pie. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s all right.” She stood up and came around to hug him. “I’m sorry about Amanda and the divorce, but I’m happy for you. You deserve a lot better than you were getting.”

“I think I’ve found it.”

“Let’s hope so. Just give it time. Don’t do anything too hasty.” But at least legally, he couldn’t. It had been hasty enough as it was. In the space of a month he had fallen in love, had an affair, and left Amanda. He had definitely been in the express lane. “I look forward to meeting her. What’s her name by the way?” She didn’t tell him she’d already seen her, and she didn’t intend to.

“Taylor.”

“Nice name.”

He left her office then and went back to his own, and Olivia went back to work, and when she did, she was smiling. It was funny how things worked out. She had thought he would never leave Amanda. Two months ago they’d been on the boat together, and now she was history. You just never knew in life what would happen.

Chapter 19

T
wo days after Liz went to see her new agent in New York, Andrew Shippers, she had started working on a new outline, for another book. She wasn’t sure where it was going, but she had been working on it for three weeks, when he called her back, and asked if she would come to the city to see him.

“Is something wrong?” she asked him, sounding nervous. Maybe he had decided not to represent her book, and like Sarah, the publishers thought it was no good, and he didn’t want to tell her that on the phone.

“Why do you assume something’s wrong?” he asked, curious about her. She seemed to be an extremely nervous person. She had been so unnerved when she met him, he thought she was going to collapse in his office.

“I always expect bad things to happen,” she said simply, and she was so honest about it that he couldn’t help chuckling.

“Well, why not try expecting good news instead of bad? Maybe I have something wonderful to tell you,” he said, sounding very British. She still remembered how handsome he had been when she went to his office. She hadn’t been prepared for that either.

“Do you have something wonderful to tell me?”

“Come in and see me,” he said firmly.

“When?”

“Does tomorrow work for you?”

“No, I’ll be a wreck by then. What about today? I’ll drive in.” He smiled when she said it.

“Elizabeth, you’re incredibly talented. But you’re also incredibly neurotic. Have you tried acupuncture or yoga?”

“Both. I hate needles, and I sprained my neck and a muscle in my groin when I tried yoga.”

“Valium, then. Thorazine. Laughing gas. Something. Fine, come in and see me at five. Can you wait till then?”

“I’ll have to. I think I can make it till five.” She didn’t press him to tell her on the phone, because it was obvious he wasn’t going to. He was a very stubborn man.

She decided to dress up for the occasion. She wanted to look nice. She wore a short black skirt she borrowed from Sophie’s closet, and a sexy black sweater from Carole’s, and her own high heels. She had a triple wardrobe at all times, thanks to the clothes the girls left with her at home. She put long sexy earrings on, and at four o’clock she headed out the door for the drive to the city. She remembered to put gas in the car, which was rare for her, and an hour later, she was parking outside his office. She was right on time, and wondering what the good news was, if there was any. Maybe he was just kidding, and didn’t want to fire her as a client over the phone, or tell her that every publisher in the city had turned her book down. But three weeks wasn’t enough time for them to do that. She had no idea what he was going to say.

His secretary led her into his office, and Andrew was waiting for her. He was reading contracts at his desk and put them down when she walked in.

“You look lovely,” he said as she sat down. “And calm. Did you take a Valium?”

“No, half a bottle of vodka while I was driving.” He looked concerned and she laughed. “Just kidding.” She seemed considerably calmer than she had the first time he saw her, and on the phone that morning. She was just a worried person, but not a total neurotic. He was relieved to see it. And whatever else she was, she was an incredibly talented woman. That he was sure of.

“So what’s the good news?” she asked as she looked straight at him, and he tried to forget she was an attractive woman. This was business. She was telling herself the same thing about him. He was so handsome, she had to pretend to herself that he wasn’t.

He got right to the point. “Two publishers want your book. They had a bidding war. And I like one house better for you. They’ve offered you an advance of five hundred thousand dollars, just for rights for North America. You keep the foreign rights, which means we can sell them separately. They want your book desperately. Hardcover, massive first printing, softcover. And I took the liberty of showing it to a film agent I work with in L.A. He thinks he can sell it for a movie. He’s showing it right now, to two producers. One already loves it. And I’m expecting to hear from him tomorrow. There’s the good news,” he said in his clipped British way, as Liz stared at him from across the desk. Her mouth nearly fell open at what he told her.

“
Five hundred thousand dollars?
Are they crazy?”

“I assume that means yes. And you can tell your academic sister-in-law that that’s what really bad books sell for these days. Commercial ones, that is, that a publisher is dead sure will be best sellers. They’re hoping you’re going to sell a million copies.”

“I think I’m going to faint,” she said, and almost meant it.

“Don’t. I hate women with the vapors. My grandmother was always fainting when I was a child. It traumatized me deeply.”

“Then I do need Valium or vodka.”

“Fine. Then let’s go up to the Carlyle and have a drink.” He stood up and picked up a linen jacket he had tossed over a chair with a silk pocket scarf in the breast pocket. It was Hermès. He was beautifully dressed. “I think we have good reason to celebrate. This is why I didn’t want to tell you on the phone. I didn’t want you fainting all alone in your kitchen. You might’ve hit your head. Very dangerous. Head injury. All that.”

“Wait a minute. Tell me again. You’re serious, right? You’re not kidding.”

“I’m not kidding. You’re about to become a very wealthy woman.” He didn’t know that she already was anyway. He didn’t know the connection to Olivia Grayson, and wouldn’t have cared if he did. His own family had a great deal of money in England. He was the black sheep who had escaped and was enjoying being an agent in New York, particularly doing deals like this. It had been the easiest sale he ever made.

She followed him out of the office and down the stairs, and she offered to drive them to the Carlyle. He looked hesitant for a moment.

“Do I trust your driving? You can’t have the vapors if you drive me.”

“I won’t. I promise. I’m a very good driver.”

“Fine,” he said, and he got in when she unlocked her car. And he told her some more details about the deal on the way. It all sounded fabulous to her.

“We should have the contracts in about a week,” he said as she found a parking space on Madison Avenue, and they got out at the Carlyle, and walked into the Bemelmans Bar. She hadn’t been there in years, and it was a nice civilized place for a drink.

He ordered scotch and soda, and she ordered a glass of champagne.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. “Thank you for getting me this wonderful deal. I really didn’t think you could sell it. I thought you were firing me as a client, and didn’t want to do it over the phone.”

“That’s what I like,” he said, raising his glass to her. He was pleased with the deal too, and he loved the book. “A cheerful, optimistic woman. Tell me, how did you become so unsure of yourself? Kidnapped by gypsies as a child and soundly beaten?” She laughed at the idea.

“No, just naturally insecure. I come from a family of very successful overachievers, and I’ve been terrified of failure all my life. I’ve actually never succeeded at much of anything until this.”

“That’s not true,” he reminded her. “Your short stories are excellent. I read all of them last week.”

“Thank you for doing that. I wrote two terrible novels, though, that Charlie couldn’t sell.”

“Thank you for reminding me. And your poems are also very good.” He had actually read her work. She was amazed. “So tell me about your overachieving family. Mine makes me feel insecure too, by the way. So I escaped to America and became an agent. It annoyed them completely.”

“Well, let’s see, my mother is very successful in business. Brilliant actually.”