Two by Two(37)

     



 

I could care less about Walter and his plans, I thought. "What does that mean for your job?"

"I'll be okay. He already told me not to worry."

"So you'll work in the Charlotte office?"

"I don't know," she said. "Walter and I brainstormed a bit, but like I said, he didn't make any decisions."

"You're not thinking that we might have to move?"

"I hope not."

I hope not? I didn't like the sound of that.

"I don't want to move," I responded.

"I know. We're thinking that I'll be able to split time between here and there."

Split time? "What does that mean?"

"I don't know, Russ," she said, exasperation creeping into her tone.  "Until the move, I'm guessing that Walter and I will have to be in  Atlanta two or three days a week. After that, who knows?"

"Just you and Walter?"

"Why would the other executives have to go?"

I wasn't sure I liked her answer.

No, scratch that. I definitely didn't like her answer.

"And there will be other travel as well?"

"Probably."

"I'd hardly ever see you. London wouldn't see you."

"That's not true and you know it," she flared. "It's not like I'm  getting deployed overseas for six months at a stretch. Lots of couples  have to deal with commuting between cities. Besides, Walter's the boss,  not me. What am I supposed to do?"

"You could always quit," I offered. "And maybe get something part-time?"

"I don't want to quit. I really like what I do and Walter's a great  boss. Not to mention the fact that we can't afford to give up my salary,  can we? Since you only have one client?"

The way she underscored that it was my fault that we'd been thrust into  this predicament in the first place upset me. And maybe it was my fault,  a thought that only increased my agitation. "When is all this supposed  to be happening?"

"Sometime in September. That's why we're going to Atlanta this week. To make sure the office will be ready in time."

September was six weeks away. "I don't see how it's possible to move everyone that quickly."

"It's really just the executives who will have to move. There will be  layoffs in Charlotte, but it's not like everyone is getting fired. We  still have a lot of developments in North Carolina in various stages of  construction. As for Atlanta, it's mainly about hiring more people. From  what I've heard, the offices already have more than enough room."

"I don't know what to say."

"There's not much to say until I know more."

"I don't understand why you didn't mention all this until now."

"I didn't mention it because nothing was certain until today."

Had someone told me in advance that on a day that I landed my first  client, Vivian would have work-related news with even greater potential  impact on our lives, I would have said they were crazy. Which shows how  much I know.

"All right," I said. "Keep me informed."

"I always do," she said. "On another note, London told me that she had a playdate with Bodhi today?"

"While I was doing my presentation," I said. "She had a good time. She talked about Noodle the poodle all afternoon."

"Bodhi's the son of your ex-girlfriend, right? Emily?"

"Yeah, that's her."

"I've heard some people in art class talking about her. They said she was pretty bitter about her divorce."

"Divorce can be hard," I said, remaining noncommittal.

"London also said that you had lunch with her last week."

"I took London to Chick-fil-A. But yes, Emily was there, too."

"You probably shouldn't have lunch with her again. Or go to her house, even for a playdate. That's how rumors get started."

"What kind of rumors?"

"You know exactly what rumors I'm talking about. She's divorced and  you're married and on top of that, she's an ex-girlfriend? It doesn't  take Einstein to figure out what people would start saying."

Yes, I thought, I knew exactly, and as I sat beside my wife, I wondered  how such a great day could end with me feeling as bad as I did.





"Emily, huh?" Marge asked over lunch a few days later. We were at my  house; Vivian had gone to Atlanta earlier that morning, and I'd picked  up the signed contract from Taglieri-and my first check as a business  owner!-right after London's piano lesson. I'd also locked up the phone  number, which was critical. Marge, however, had no interest in talking  about those things. "How is sweet Emily doing?"         

     



 

On the back porch, London was making a mess with the finger paints Marge had brought with her.

"Don't make this into something that it isn't. London had a playdate."

"That the two of you set up on an earlier date at Chick-fil-A."

"It wasn't a date."

"Maybe you should be standing in front of the mirror when you say that. But you didn't answer my question."

"I already told you. She's still getting used to being divorced, but other than that she's doing well."

"I always liked her."

"I know. You've said that before."

"And I can't believe you told Vivian about it."

"I didn't. London did."

"So you weren't going to tell her?"

"Of course. I don't have anything to hide."

"Too bad. Everyone needs some excitement now and then."

At my expression, she burst out laughing, which led to a coughing fit. I watched as she pulled out an inhaler and took a puff.

"What's that?"

"My doctor thinks I have asthma, so he prescribed this. I have to puff  this stupid thing twice a day now." She slipped the inhaler back into  her pocket.

"Did he prescribe horn-rimmed glasses and a pocket protector, too?"

"Ha, ha. Asthma can be pretty serious, you know."

"I was kidding," I said. "If you remember, I had it as a kid. Allergy  induced. Whenever I was anywhere near a cat, my chest would lock up like  a vise."

"I remember, but you're changing the subject. What I was saying is that I  know how much you love Vivian. And I'm sure that you've already learned  your lesson when it comes to the pitfalls of cheating. Who was that  with again? Oh, that's right. Emily. Which, is of course, the subject at  hand."

"Do you sit back and consciously plan these conversations? So you can maximize your enjoyment at my expense?"

"It just comes naturally," she said. "You're welcome."

I laughed. "Before I forget-don't say anything to Vivian about the fact  you know about the headquarters moving to Atlanta. I wasn't supposed to  tell anyone."

"I'm your sister. I don't count."

"She specifically mentioned you."

"I can believe that. But okay, since we're in the trading secrets mode,  it's my turn. Liz and I are thinking about having a baby."

I broke into a grin. "Really?"

"We've been together long enough. It's time."

"Are you thinking of adopting or … "

"We're hoping that one of us will be able to get pregnant. I know I'm  getting up there in years so I'm thinking it'll be Liz, but who knows?  Of course, she's only two years younger than I am. Anyway, we have an  appointment with a specialist and I guess we're both going to get  checked out from top to bottom to see if it's even a possibility. If  not, then we'll think about adoption, or maybe even sign up to be foster  parents."

"Wow," I said. "This is serious. When are you starting the process?"

"Not until November. There's a wait list for this particular specialist.  Supposedly, he's one of the best in the country and it seems like  everyone our age, or having problems, wants to see him." Noting my goofy  grin, she asked, "What?"

"I was just thinking that you'll be a great mom. Liz too."

"We're excited."

"When did all this happen?"

"We've been talking about it for a while."

"And you never told me?"

"It's not as though we'd made any decisions about it. It was just  something that came up every now and then. But that biological clock  kept ticking, and lately, it's been getting pretty loud for both of us. I  woke up the other morning to chimes."

"Have you told Mom and Dad?"

"Not yet. And don't you tell them either. I would rather we find out  whether it's even possible for either of us to get pregnant first or  whether we'll go the adoption route. I keep envisioning the doctor  telling me that my uterus is covered in cobwebs."

I laughed. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

"That's because I, unlike you, exercise. Of course, my cough isn't making it easier, but I force myself to go to the gym."

"You're still coughing?"

"Too much. Supposedly, even after the cold is better, your lungs can take six weeks to heal."

"I didn't know that."
         

     



 
"Neither did I. But the point is, unlike you, I'm still dedicated to my health."