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The driveway arced, forming a half circle in front of the main entrance. A majestic live oak shaded the entire front of the house, with curly gray moss
dripping from its branches. Geraniums, scarlet and profuse, were blooming in terracotta pots on either side of the front door, which Tate guided her
toward once she had alighted from the car.
It was quintessential Texana, breathtakingly beautiful, and, Avery suddenly realized, home.
FIFTEEN
The entire house was furnished with a taste and style one would expect from Zee. The decor was traditional, very cozy, and comfortable. All the rooms
were spacious, with high, beamed ceilings and wide windows. Zee had made a good home for her family.
Lunch was waiting for them in the courtyard. It was served at a round redwood picnic table with a bright yellow umbrella shading it. After Avery had been
embraced by Nelson and Zee, she approached Mandy and knelt down.
“Hi, Mandy. It’s so good to see you.”
Mandy stared at the ground. “I’ve been good.”
“Of course you have. Daddy’s been telling me. And you look so pretty.” She smoothed her hand over Mandy’s glossy page boy. “Your hair’s growing out
and you’ve got your cast off.”
“Can I have my lunch now? Grandma said I could when you got here.”
Her indifference broke Avery’s heart. She should have been bursting with exciting things to tell her mother after such a lengthy separation.
As they took their places around the table, a maid carried a tray of food out from the kitchen and welcomed her home.
“Thank you. It’s good to be back.” A vapid, but safe response, Avery thought.
“Get Carole some iced tea, Mona,” Nelson said, providing Avery with the housekeeper’s name. “And remember to add real sugar.”
The family unwittingly supplied her with clues like that. From them she gleaned Carole’s habits, likes and dislikes. She remained constantly alert for the
clues she might be unwittingly giving away, as well, although only Tate’s parents and Mandy were present.
Just when she was congratulating herself on her excellent performance, a large, shaggy dog loped into the courtyard. He came to within a few feet of
Avery before realizing she was a stranger. All four of his legs stiffened, then he crouched down and began to growl deep in his throat.
A dog the family pet! Why hadn’t she thought of that? Rather than waiting for the others to react, she seized the initiative.
“What’s wrong with him? Am I that changed? Doesn’t he recognize me?”
Tate threw one leg over to straddle the bench of the picnic table and patted his thigh. “Come here, Shep, and stop that growling.”
Keeping a wary eye on Avery, the dog crept forward and laid his chin on Tate’s thigh. Tate scratched him behind the ears. Tentatively, Avery extended her
hand and petted the dog’s muzzle. “Hey, Shep. It’s me.”
He sniffed her hand suspiciously. Finally satisfied that she posed no danger, he gave her palm a warm, wet stroke with his tongue. “That’s better.”
Laughing, she looked up at Tate, who was regarding her strangely.
“Since when have you wanted to become friends with my dog?”
Avery glanced around helplessly. Nelson and Zee also seemed baffled by her behavior. “Since… since I came so close to dying. I feel a bond with all
living creatures, I guess.”
The awkward moment passed and lunch continued without further mishap. Once it was over, however, Avery was ready to retire to their room and use the
bathroom only she didn’t know where, within the sprawling house, their room was located.
“Tate,” she asked, “have my bags been brought in yet?”
“I don’t think so. Why, do you need them?”
“Yes, please.”
Leaving Mandy in her grandparents’ care, Avery followed him from the courtyard and back to the car still parked out front. She carried the smaller bag; he
took the larger.
“I could have gotten both,” he told her over his shoulder as he reentered the house.
“It’s all right.” She lagged behind so she could follow him. Wide double doors opened into a long corridor. One wall of the hallway was made of windows
overlooking the courtyard. Several rooms gave off from the other side. Tate entered one of them and set her suitcase down in front of a louvered closet
door.
“Mona will help you unpack.”
Avery nodded an acknowledgment, but she was distracted by the bedroom. It was spacious and light, with a saffron-colored carpet and blond wood
furniture. The bedspread and drapes were made of a floral print chintz. It was a little too flowery for Avery’s taste, but obviously expensive and well made.
She took in every detail at a glance, from the digital alarm clock on the nightstand to the silver framed photo of Mandy on the dresser.
Tate said, “I’m going to the office for a while. You probably ought to take it easy this afternoon, get back into the flow slowly. If you ”
Avery’s sharp gasp stopped him. He followed the direction of her gaze to the life-size portrait of Carole mounted on the opposite wall. “What’s the
matter?”
A hand at her throat, Avery swallowed and said, “Nothing. It’s… it’s just that I don’t look much like that anymore.” It was disconcerting to look into the eyes
of the one person who knew unequivocally that she was an impostor. Those dark, knowing eyes mocked her.
Looking away from them, she smiled up at Tate timorously and ran a hand through her short hair. “I guess I’m not completely used to the changes yet.
Would you mind if I took the portrait down?”
“Why would I mind? This is your room. Do whatever the hell you want with it.” He headed for the door. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He soundly closed the door
behind him when he left.
His disregard was unarguable. She felt like she’d been dumped in Antarctica and was watching the last plane out disappear over the horizon. He had
deposited her where she belonged and considered that the extent of his duty.
This is your room.
The bedroom was museum clean, like it hadn’t been occupied for a long time. She guessed it had been three months since Carole had left it the morning
of the plane crash.
She slid open the closet doors. There were enough clothes hanging inside to outfit an army, but every single article was feminine, from the fur coat to the
fussiest peignoir. Nothing in the closet belonged to Tate, nor did anything on the bureau or in any of the many drawers.
Avery dejectedly lowered herself to the edge of the wide, king-size bed. Your room, he had said. Not our room.
Well, she thought dismally, she didn’t have to entertain any more qualms about the first time he claimed conjugal rights, did she? That worry could be laid
aside. She wouldn’t be intimately involved with Tate because he no longer shared that kind of relationship with his wife.
Given his attitude over the last several weeks, it came as no surprise, but it was a vast disappointment. Coupled with her disappointment, however, was
shame. It hadn’t been her intention to sleep with him under false pretenses; she didn’t even know if she wanted that. It would be wrong very wrong. Yet….
She glared up at the portrait. Carole Rutledge seemed to be smiling down at her with malicious amusement. “You bitch,” Avery whispered scathingly. “I’m
going to undo whatever you did that caused him to stop loving you. See if I don’t.”
“You getting enough to eat down there?”
When Avery realized that Nelson was addressing her, she smiled at him down the length of the table. “Plenty, thank you. As good as the food was at the
clinic, this tastes delicious.”
“You’ve lost a lot of weight,” he observed. “We’ve got to fatten you up. I don’t tolerate puniness in my family.”
She laughed and reached for her wine. She didn’t like wine, but obviously Carole had. A glass had been poured for her without anyone asking if she
wanted it or not. By sipping slowly throughout the meal, she had almost emptied the glass of burgundy that had accompanied the steak dinner.
“Your boobs have practically disappeared.” Seated across from Avery, Fancy was balancing her fork between two fingers, insolently wagging it up and
down as she made the snide observation.
“Fancy, you’ll refrain from making rude remarks, please,” Zee admonished.
“I wasn’t being rude. Just honest.”
“Tact is as admirable a trait as honesty, young lady,” her grandfather said sternly from his chair at the head of the table.
“Jeez, I just ’
“And it’s unbecoming for any woman to take the Lord’s name in vain,” he added coldly. “I certainly won’t have it from you.”
Fancy dropped her fork onto her plate with a loud clatter. “I don’t get it. Everybody in this family has been talking about how skinny she is. I’m the only one
with enough guts to say something out loud, and I get my head bitten off.”
Nelson shot Jack a hard look, which he correctly took as his cue to do something about his daughter’s misbehavior. “Fancy, please be nice. This is
Carole’s homecoming dinner.”
Avery read her lips as she mouthed, “Big fuckin’ deal.” Slouching in her chair, she lapsed into sullen silence and toyed with her remaining food, obviously
killing time until she could be excused from the table.
“I think she looks damn good.”
“Thank you, Eddy.” Avery smiled across the table at him.
He saluted her with his wineglass. “Anybody catch her performance on the steps of the clinic this morning? They aired it on all three local stations during
the news.”
“Couldn’t have asked for better coverage,” Nelson remarked. “Pour me some coffee, please, Zee?”
“Of course.”
She filled his cup before passing the carafe down the table. Dorothy Rae declined coffee and reached instead for the wine bottle. Her eyes locked with
Avery’s across the table. Avery’s sympathetic smile was met with rank hostility. Dorothy Rae defiantly refilled her wineglass.
She was an attractive woman, though excessive drinking had taken its toll on her appearance. Her face was puffy, particularly around her eyes, which
otherwise were a fine, deep blue. She’d made an attempt to groom herself for dinner, but she hadn’t quite achieved neatness. Her hair had been
haphazardly clamped back with two barrettes, and she would have looked better without any makeup than she did in what had been ineptly and sloppily
applied. She didn’t enter the conversation unless specifically spoken to. All her interactions were with an inanimate object the wine bottle.
Avery had readily formed the opinion that Dorothy Rae Rutledge was an extremely unhappy woman. Nothing had changed that first impression. The
reason for Dorothy Rae’s unhappiness was still unknown, but Avery was certain of one thing, she loved her husband. She responded to Jack defensively,
as now, when he tried to discreetly place the wine bottle beyond her reach. She swatted his hand aside, lunged for the neck of the bottle, and topped off
the portion already in her glass. In unguarded moments, however, Avery noticed her watching Jack with palpable desperation.
“Did you see those mock-ups of the new posters?” Jack was asking his brother.
Avery was flanked by Tate on one side and Mandy on the other. Though she had been conversant with everybody during the meal, she had been
particularly aware of the two of them, but for distinctly different reasons.
After Avery had cut Mandy’s meat into bite-size chunks, the child had eaten carefully and silently. Avery’s experience with children was limited, but
whenever she had observed them, they were talkative, inquisitive, fidgety, and sometimes annoyingly active.
Mandy was abnormally subdued. She didn’t complain. She didn’t entreat. She didn’t do anything except mechanically take small bites of food.
Tate ate efficiently, as though he resented the time it took to dine. Once he had finished, he toyed with his wineglass between sips, giving Avery the
impression that he was anxious for the others to finish.
“I looked at them this afternoon,” he said in response to Jack’s question. “My favorite slogan was the one about the foundation.”
” ‘Tate Rutledge, a solid new foundation,’ ” Jack quoted.
“That’s the one.”
“I submitted it,” Jack said.
Tate fired a fake pistol at his brother and winked. “That’s probably why I liked it best. You’re always good at cutting to the heart of the matter. What do you
think, Eddy?”
“Sounds good to me. It goes along with our platform of getting Texas out of its current economic slump and back on its feet. You’re something the state
can build its future on. At the same time, it subtly suggests that Dekker’s foundation is crumbling.”
“Dad?”
Nelson was thoughtfully tugging on his lower lip. “I liked the one that said something about fair play for all Texans.”
“It was okay,” Tate said, “but kinda corny.” “Maybe that’s what your campaign needs,” he said, frowning.
“It has to be something Tate feels comfortable with, Nelson,” Zee said to her husband. She lifted the glass cover off a multilayered coconut cake and
began slicing it. The first slice went to Nelson, who was about to dig in before he remembered what the dinner was commemorating.
“Tonight, the first slice belongs to Carole. Welcome home.” The plate was passed down to her.
“Thank you.”
She didn’t like coconut any more than she did wine, but apparently Carole had, so she began eating the dessert while Zee served the men and the men
resumed their discussion about campaign strategy.
“So, should we go with that slogan and have them start printing up the posters?”
“Let’s hold off making a definite decision for a couple of days, Jack.” Tate glanced at his father. Though Nelson was appreciatively demolishing his slice
of cake, he was still wearing a frown because his favorite slogan hadn’t met with their approval. “I only glanced at them today. That was just my first
impression.”
“Which is usually the best one,” Jack argued.
“Probably. But we’ve got a day or two to think about it, don’t we?”
Jack accepted a plate with a slice of cake on it. Dorothy Rae declined the one passed to her. “We should get those posters into production by the end of
the week.”
“I’ll give you my final decision well before then.”
“For God’s sake. Would somebody please…” Fancy was waving her hand toward Mandy. Getting the cake from plate to mouth had proved to be too
much of a challenge for the three-year-old. Crumbs had fallen onto her dress and frosting was smeared across her mouth. She had tried to remedy the
problem by wiping it away, but had only succeeded in getting her hands coated with sticky icing. “It’s just too disgusting to watch the little spook eat. Can I
be excused?”
Without waiting for permission, Fancy scraped her chair back and stood, tossing her napkin into her plate. “I’m going into Kerrville and see if there’s a
new movie on. Anybody want to go?” She included everybody in the invitation, but her eyes fell on Eddy. He was studiously eating his dessert. “Guess
not.” Spinning around, she flounced from the room.
Avery was glad to see the little snot go. How dare she speak to a defenseless child so cruelly? Avery scooped Mandy into her lap. “Cake is just too good
to eat without dropping a few crumbs, isn’t it, darling?” She wrapped a corner of her linen napkin around her index finger, dunked it into her water glass,
and went to work on the frosting covering Mandy’s face.
“Your girl is getting out of hand, Dorothy Rae,” Nelson observed. “That skirt she was wearing was so short, it barely covered her privates.”
Dorothy Rae pushed her limp bangs off her forehead. “I try. Nelson. It’s Jack who lets her get by with murder.”
“That’s a goddamn lie,” he exclaimed in protest. “I’ve got her going to work every day, don’t I? That’s more constructive than anything you’ve been able to
get her to do.”
“She should be in school,” Nelson declared. “Never should have let her up and quit like that without even finishing the semester. What’s going to become
of her? What kind of life will she have without an education?” He shook his head with dire premonition. “She’ll pay dearly for her bad choices. So will you.
You reap what you sow, you know.”
Avery agreed with him. Fancy was entirely out of control, and it was no doubt her parents’ fault. Still, she didn’t think Nelson should discuss their parental
shortcomings with everybody else present.
“I don’t think anything short of a bath is going to do Mandy any good,” she said, grateful for the excuse to leave the table. “Will you please excuse us?”
“Do you need any help?” Zee asked.
“No, thank you.” Then, realizing that she was usurping the bedtime ritual from Zee, who must have enjoyed it very much, she added, “Since this is my first
night home, I’d like to put her to bed myself. It was a lovely dinner, Zee. Thank you.”
“I’ll be in to tell Mandy good night later,” Tate called after them as Avery carried the child from the dining room.
“Well, I see that nothing’s changed.”
Dorothy Rae weaved her way across the sitting room and collapsed into one of two chairs parked in front of a large-screen TV set. Jack was occupying
the other chair. “Did you hear me?” she asked when several seconds ticked by and he still hadn’t said anything.
“I heard you, Dorothy Rae. And if by ‘nothing’s changed’ you mean that you’re shit-faced again tonight, then you’re right. Nothing’s changed.”
“What I mean is that you can’t keep your eyes off your brother’s wife.”
Jack was out of his chair like a shot. He slapped his palm against the switch on the TV, shutting up Johnny Carson in midjoke. “You’re drunk and
disgusting. I’m going to bed.” He stamped into the connecting bedroom. Dorothy Rae struggled to get out of her chair and follow him. The hem of her robe
trailed behind her.
“Don’t try to deny it,” she said with a sob. “I was watching you. All through dinner, you were drooling over Carole and her pretty new face.”
Jack removed his shirt, balled it up, and flung it into the clothes hamper. He bent over to unlace his shoes. “The only one who drools in this family is you,
when you get so drunk you can’t control yourself.”
Reflexively, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. People who had known Dorothy Rae Hancock when she was growing up wouldn’t believe
what she had become in middle age. She’d been the belle of Lampasas High School; her rein had lasted all four years.
Her daddy had been a prominent attorney in town. She, his only child, was the apple of his eye. The way he doted on her had made her the envy of
everybody who knew her. He’d taken her to Dallas twice a year to shop at Neiman-Marcus for her seasonal wardrobes. He’d given her a brand new
Corvette convertible on her sixteenth birthday.
Her mother had had a fit and said it was too much car for a young girl to be driving, but Hancock had poured his wife another stiff drink and told her that if
he’d wanted her worthless opinion about anything, he would have asked for it.
After graduating from high school, Dorothy Rae had gone off in a blaze of glory to enter the University of Texas in Austin. She met Jack Rutledge during
her junior year, fell madly in love, and became determined to have him for her very own. She’d never been denied anything in her life, and she didn’t intend
to start with missing out on the only man she would every truly love.
Jack, struggling through his second year in law school, was in love with Dorothy Rae, too, but he couldn’t even think about marriage until after he finished
school. His daddy expected him not only to graduate, but to rank high in his class. His daddy also expected him to be chivalrous where women were
concerned.
So when Jack finally succumbed to temptation and relieved Dorothy Rae Hancock of her virginity, he was in a quandary as to which had priority chivalry
toward the lady or responsibility toward parental expectations. Dorothy Rae spurred him into making a decision when she weepily told him that she was
late getting her period.
Panicked, Jack figured that an untimely marriage was better than an untimely baby and prayed that Nelson would figure it that way, too. He and Dorothy
Rae drove to Oklahoma over the weekend, wed in secret, and broke the glad tidings to their parents after the fact.
Nelson and Zee were disappointed, but after getting Jack’s guarantee that he had no intention of dropping out of law school, they welcomed Dorothy Rae
into the family.
The Hancocks of Lampasas didn’t take the news quite so well. Her elopement nearly killed Dorothy Rae’s daddy. In fact, he dropped dead of a heart
attack one month after the nuptials. Dorothy Rae’s unstable mother was committed to an alcohol abuse hospital. On the day of her release several weeks
later, she was deemed dried out and cured. Three days later, she ran her car into a bridge abutment while driving drunk. She died on impact.
Francine Angela wasn’t born until eighteen months after Dorothy Rae’s marriage to Jack. It was either the longest pregnancy in history or she had tricked
him into marriage.
He had never accused her of either, but, as though in self-imposed penance, she had had two miscarriages in quick succession when Fancy was still a
baby.
The last miscarriage had proved to be life-threatening, so the doctor had tied her tubes to prevent future pregnancies. To blunt the physical, mental, and
emotional pain this caused her, Dorothy Rae began treating herself to a cocktail every afternoon. And when that didn’t work, she treated herself to two.
“How can you look yourself in the mirror,” she demanded of her husband now, “knowing that you love your brother’s wife?”
“I don’t love her.”
“No, you don’t, do you?” Leaning close, she poisoned the air between them with the intoxicating fumes of her breath. “You hate her because she treats
you like dirt. She wipes her feet on you. You can’t even see that all these changes in her are just ”
“What changes?” Instead of hanging his pants on the hanger in his hand, he dropped them into a chair. “She explained about using her left hand, you
know.”
Having won his attention, Dorothy Rae pulled herself up straight and assumed the air of superiority that only drunks can assume. “Other changes,” she
said loftily. “Haven’t you noticed them?”
“Maybe. Like what?”
“Like the attention she’s showering on Mandy and the way she’s sucking up to Tate.”
“She’s been through a lot. She’s mellowed.”
“Ha!” she crowed indelicately. “Her? Mellowed? God above, you’re blind where she’s concerned.” Her blue eyes tried to focus on his face. “Since that
plane crash, she’s like a different person, and you know it. But it’s all for show,” she stated knowingly.
“Why should she bother?”
“Because she wants something.” She swayed toward him and tapped his chest for emphasis. “Probably, she’s playing the good little senator’s wife so
she’ll get to move to Washington with Tate. What’U you do then, Jack? Huh? What’H you do with your sinful lust then?”
“Maybe I’ll start drinking and keep you company.”
She raised a shaky hand and pointed her finger at him. “Don’t get off the subject. You want Carole. I know you do,” she finished with another sob.
Jack, once more bored with her inebriated rambling, finished hanging up his clothes, then methodically went around the room, switching off lamps and
turning down the bed. ”Come to bed, Dorothy Rae,” he said wearily.
She caught his arm. “You never loved me.”
“That’s not true.”
“You think I tricked you into marrying me.”
“I never said that.”
“I thought I was pregnant. I did!”
“I know you did.”
“Because you didn’t love me, you thought it was okay to go after other women.” Her eyes narrowed on him accusingly.
“I know there have been others. You’ve cheated on me so many times, it’s no wonder I drink.”
Tears were streaming down her face. Ineffectually, she slapped his bare shoulder. “I drink because my husband doesn’t love me. Never did. And now he’s
in love with his brother’s wife.”
Jack crawled into bed, turned onto his side, and pulled the covers up over himself. His nonchalance enraged her. On her knees, she walked to the center
of the bed and began pounding on his back with her fists. “Tell me the truth. Tell me how much yon love her. Tell me how much you despise me.”
Her anger and strength were rapidly exhausted, as he had known they would be. She collapsed beside him, losing consciousness instantly. Jack rolled to
his side and adjusted the covers over her. Then, heaving an unhappy sigh, he lay back down and tried to sleep.
SIXTEEN
“I thought she would be in bed by now.”
Tate spoke from the doorway of Mandy’s bathroom. Avery was kneeling beside the tub, where Mandy was worming her fingers through a mound of
bubbles.
“She probably should be, but we went a little overboard with the bubble bath.”
“So I see.”
Tate came in and sat down on the lid of the commode. Mandy smiled up at him.
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