"Called," Mac interrupted. "But leaving that aside, there was no storm; there was a dusting. Less than a quarter of an inch. That was Sunday."
"Ari wouldn't hear of me driving home. He invited me to stay over, so I did." She shrugged it off. "We spent a few days together. We went shopping, to the theater. Why shouldn't I have a life?"
"You're welcome to one. Have it somewhere else."
"Oh, don't be such a baby, Mackensie. I left you my car."
"You left me a car I couldn't use, even if you'd bothered to also include the goddamn keys."
"An oversight. You pushed me out the door so fast that day, it's no wonder I didn't remember. Don't swear at me." She burst into tears, lovely drops spilling copiously out of shattered blue eyes. "How can you treat me this way? How can you begrudge me a chance for happiness?"
It won't work, Mac told herself even as her stomach cramped. Not this time. "You know I used to ask myself those questions, reversing the you and me. I've never been able to find the answer."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm in love. You don't know what it's like to feel this way about someone. How it takes over everything else so it's only the two of you. It was just a car, Mackensie."
"It was just my car."
"Look what you did to mine!" Even with tears still gleaming on her cheeks, the outrage came through. "You had it towed to that-that grease pit. And that horrible man is holding it hostage."
"So pay the ransom," Mac suggested.
"I don't know how you can be this mean to me. It's because you never let yourself feel. You take pictures of feelings, you don't have them. Now you're punishing me because I do."
"Okay." Mac crouched again, scooped, shoved, pushed the scattered contents on the floor back into her mother's bag. "I have no feelings. I'm a horrible daughter. And in that vein, I want you to leave. I want you to go."
"I need the money for my car."
"You're not getting it from me."
"But . . . you have to-"
"No." She shoved the bag into Linda's hand. "That's the thing, Mom. I don't have to. And I'm not going to. Your problem, you fix it."
Linda's lip trembled, her chin quivered. Not manipulation, Mac thought, not entirely. She felt what she felt, after all. And believed herself the victim.
"How am I going to get home?"
Mac picked up the phone. "I'll call you a cab."
"You're not my daughter."
"You know, the sad thing for both of us is I am."
"I'll wait outside. In the cold. I'm not going to stand in the same room with you for another minute."
"They'll pick you up in front of the main house." Mac turned away, shut her eyes as she heard the door slam. "Yes, I need a cab at the Brown Estate. As quickly as possible."
With her stomach in ugly knots, Mac walked over and locked her door. She'd need to add aspirin to that post-workday relaxation plan, she thought. A whole bottle ought to just about do it. Maybe she'd take the aspirin and lie down in a dark room, try to sleep off the feelings she apparently didn't have.
She took the aspirin first, washed it down with a full glass of icy water to try to soothe the rawness in her throat. Then she simply sat down on the kitchen floor.
That was far enough.
She'd sit there until her knees stopped shaking, until her head stopped throbbing. Until the urge to burst into wild tears passed.
When the phone rang, she reached up, managed to grab it from the counter. She read the ID, answered Parker. "I'm all right."
"I'm here."
"I know. Thanks. But I'm all right. I called her a cab. It'll be here in another couple minutes. Don't let her in."
"All right. I'm here," she repeated. "Whatever you need."
"Parker? She's never going to change, so I have to. I didn't know it would be so painful. I thought it would feel good, good and satisfying. Maybe with a little triumphant thrown in. But it doesn't. It feels awful."
"You wouldn't be you if it didn't hurt. You did the right thing, if that helps. The right thing for you. And Linda will bounce. You know she will."
"I want to be mad." Weary and weepy, Mac pressed her face into her updrawn knees. "It's so much easier when I'm mad at her. Why does this break my heart?"
"She's your mother. Nothing changes that. You're miserable when you let her use you, too."
"This is worse. But you've got a point."
"The cab's here. She's going."