“I need you to take care of this and still take care of our most prestigious client. Don’t let your personal problems get in the way, Dre.”
“I won’t,” I mumbled. “I promise.”
I hung up and nervously checked my third voicemail. It was from Reina, one of the clerks at New Horizons. “Hey Dre, just wanted to let you know that your mom stopped by this afternoon. I need to talk to you about your account. Give me a quick call when you have a second.”
We pulled up in front of the museum. James was still on the phone, talking lowly. I hopped out of the car and called her back immediately, a pit of dread forming in my stomach. “Hey, Reina. It’s Audrey Reynolds. Is something wrong?”
“You need to change Tommy’s account here, hon,” she said. “Your mother is listed as a responsible party for him, in addition to you. She came in today and demanded that we refund some of the money you prepaid on his account. I couldn’t do it, because the manager had already gone, but I wanted to give you a heads up.”
“She didn’t. Please tell me she didn’t do that,” I said, my stomach sinking. But it was true, and I knew it: that was just like my mother. She would take Tommy’s rent money for herself. She really was that low.
“Sorry, hon,” Reina said. “I just thought you’d want to know.”
I thanked her and hung up, my hands shaking.
And then I turned to find James, standing on the sidewalk next to me, a worried look on his face.
James
“What’s wrong?” I could tell that the phone call had made her upset.
“Nothing,” she said and shrugged. “Work stuff.”
I just looked at her for a beat. “I can tell you’re upset,” I said. “You can talk to me about it, you know.”
She nodded at me. “I know. Maybe after this.” She waved toward the museum entrance.
“Okay. If you’re sure.” I didn’t want to push her. She would tell me when she was ready, I hoped. I grabbed her hand and led her inside.
The Gardner Museum was gorgeous. It had an inner courtyard that looked like an English garden. I’d always loved it. As children, the Guatemalan nannies had been under strict orders to bring Todd and me here on a regular basis. We used to go back and forth between the Gardner and the Museum of Fine Arts, located a few blocks away. My mother thought it was important that we were cultured. So she left the instructions and went to lunch with her lady friends, and one nanny after another cultured us.
We went out to the middle of the courtyard, the ceiling soaring high above us. I saw Evie and her cousins all in fancy beaded dresses, sitting in an arrangement and having their hair and makeup fussed with. My family also was nearby, as was the camera crew and all their equipment.
I ignored everyone but Audrey. I watched her take in the glory of the space. “Oh. Wow,” she said, looking dazzled. “I’ve never been here before.”
“It’s perfect,” I said, and I didn’t mean the garden. I squeezed her hands and drank her in. She was so beautiful, it was as if it cut me.
“I love it here,” she said, still looking around, dazzled. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“We should come back here sometime,” I said. I drew her to me and kissed the top of her head. She didn’t say anything, but she hugged me, hard.
Todd came over, a hesitant smile on his face. “Hey, guys. I hate to interrupt.”
“So don’t,” I said, not letting go of Audrey.
Todd’s eyes widened a little, but he knew better than to say anything. He looked at me for a beat, studying my face, the way I was holding her.
I pulled back from her and gave him a wary smile. I needed to deflect attention from us. “Are they ready for me?” I asked, motioning to the camera crew.
“For both of you,” Todd said. He rubbed Audrey’s arm in greeting and beamed at her. “We want you both in the pictures.”
Audrey smoothed her dress and looked at me nervously. “I don’t need to be included, Todd. That’s really nice of you, though.”
“Nonsense. I insist. I want to remember everything about this time in my life, including you,” he said, holding out his arm for her.
“Okay,” Audrey said hesitantly. She smiled at him. Clearly, Todd had gotten the lion’s share of our family’s limited charm genes.
Pleased, I squeezed her hand in reassurance. We went over to my parents. Celia was watching us as closely as ever.