"I"ve got a test tomorrow. I can"t," Nora responded. "I"m not even going to go play tonight."
"I"m having my famous manicotti with meat sauce, and that garlic bread you love so much," Carla tempted.
Nora laughed again. "Bring me over some later, and I"ll freeze it for another night."
Carla sighed. "When are you seeing Rick again?" she asked.
"Friday, after school," Nora answered. "Then I"m heading up to State for Parents Weekend. J. J. asked me to come."
"We"re going too," Carla said. "Ride with us?"
"I will," Nora said. "I hate making that drive alone. Where are you staying?"
"The Fairfax Inn," Carla responded.
"Me too! That"s great." Nora smiled. "It"ll be fun."
"Okay, you"re off the hook for tonight. I"ll bring you some manicotti to freeze."
But after meeting with her lawyers on Friday afternoon, Nora didn"t know if she wanted to go anywhere. She felt sick with their news. More than anything, she just wanted to find a hole, crawl into it, and die.
"What do you mean, I can"t get the house?" she demanded of Rick. "It"s the only thing I want from him. Nothing else."
Rick sighed. "It"s been a long shot all along, Nora. Joe and I told you that right from the beginning. The house has always been in just his name, and that gives him the advantage over you. However, when he nicked the kids" college money he made a mistake, and that"s been our club. It"s a little club, but we"ve gotten you a really incredible settlement under the circ.u.mstances. The house has no mortgage, and you"re going to get forty percent of the sales price. That ain"t hay in this market, given the neighborhood we"re in," Rick explained. "You should see close to four hundred thousand dollars, Nora. And you"re going to get a thousand dollars a month in alimony for five years. J. J."s scholarship is good for four years, and we"ve got Jeff to pay for J. J."s dorm room. However, if the kid goes off campus, he"s out of luck, and he"ll have to buy his own meal ticket, but he"ll manage it."
"What about Jill"s tuition at Duke?" Nora wanted to know.
Rick shook his head. "Jeff loves having a daughter in law school at Duke, but he won"t pay for it. He paid for her undergrad work, and this first year at Duke. No court will think him unfair to ask that she get scholarship money for her last two years. Jill is bright, and she"s resourceful, Nora. She"ll manage it, and we"ll see she does, I promise you. What are friends for?"
Nora felt the tears, but she blinked them back. "A car?" she asked hopefully.
Rick shook his head. "Sorry," he told her.
"What if I bought out his interest in the house?" she said.
"Nora, you couldn"t afford it, and you couldn"t get a mortgage in your name. You have no credit. Everything the phone, the electricity, the water company, the car, the credit card you had it"s all been in Jeff"s name. I told you this before. That"s something you"ve got to do. Begin to establish your own credit. I"ve gotten the bank to agree to give you a credit card in your own name, but it only has a twelve-hundred-dollar credit line, I"m afraid." He reached into his desk and pulled out an envelope. "Here," he said.
She took the envelope, heart sinking. She knew that Margo was very well-fixed, but she couldn"t ask her mother for six hundred thousand dollars to buy the house. Her mother lived comfortably on her interest income and her late husband"s Social Security. She would have to sell something to help Nora, and that would drastically cut her income. I can"t do it, Nora thought. She loves being independent, and I can"t make her pinch pennies. It isn"t fair. But what wasn"t fair was Jeff taking the house. "There"s no way of stopping him from selling?" she asked.
"If you got lucky, and he died s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g Heidi before the divorce, then you would get everything," Rick said, "but we can"t count on that happening, Nora. But he"s not going to put the house on the market until next April first, so you"ve got at least until then, and while the house will sell quickly, by the time the details are settled it will be June or July. Almost a year," he finished, looking uncomfortable. Carla was really going to give him grief about this, but what could he do? They were dealing with the law.
"Don"t tell Carla yet, Rick. I don"t want to spoil our weekend. I don"t feel much like going right now," Nora admitted, "but J. J. would be so disappointed."
He looked relieved. "Yeah," he agreed. "If we tell Carla, she"ll go on about it all weekend, and no one will have a good time. What do you want to say?"
"Let"s give her something or she"ll be suspicious," Nora told him. "We"ll tell her about the five years of alimony, and J. J."s dorm room. You can say you and Joe are working on the rest, okay?"
"You"re a good friend, Nora Buckley," he told her.
"So are you and Carla," she responded.
The leaves were turning as they drove to the state university at Whitford. At the Fairfax Inn they discovered that Nora"s reservation in the name of Mrs. Jeffrey Buckley was now in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey Buckley.
"There"s an error," she said. "My husband and I are in the midst of a divorce. Here"s my reservation number. See? Three-six-nine-one-one." She held out the postcard to the clerk. "And you will note it is addressed to Mrs., not Mr. and Mrs."
"There"s obviously been an error," the desk clerk said, "and Mr. and Mrs. Buckley checked in a half an hour ago." He looked uncomfortable.
"That would be my husband and his girlfriend," Nora replied sweetly. "Well, give me another room, then."
"I can"t." The clerk looked agonized now. "We"re full. It"s Parents" Weekend, madame."
"I know, and I"m here to visit my son, who is one of the junior varsity soccer stars." She smiled a dangerous smile. "You have a choice, young man. Either give me another room, or remove my husband and his little playmate from my room."
"Is there a problem here, Roberts? We"re stacking up with check-ins," asked an officious man in a dark blazer with a name tag on his lapel that read C. ELDERS, a.s.sISTANT MANAGER.
Before the poor besieged clerk might answer, Nora said coolly, "The reservation I made has been given to my husband and his girlfriend. Roberts says there are no other rooms. I have my confirmation, and I will wager that no confirmation number was checked when Jeff arrived. I want my room. And I want it now."
"We can give you a room in the annex, madame. We do keep a few vacant for emergencies," C. Elders said. He glared at the check-in clerk.
"But I don"t want to be in the annex," Nora replied, and she gave the man a steely smile. "I want my reservation that is next door to my friends. Put Mr. Buckley and his tartlet in the annex."
"Madame, we are doing our best," the a.s.sistant manager sputtered.
"I am Mrs. Buckley"s attorney," Rick broke in, "and I should hate to see this incident become any more public than your inefficiency is making it. Mrs. Buckley will wait in our room while you remove Mr. Buckley and his friend from her room. Is that clear, Mr. Elders?"
"Yes, sir," the a.s.sistant manager said, and then he turned to the hapless check-in clerk. "See to it, Roberts! Immediately!"
Nora and Carla looked at each other and swallowed back their laughter.
"Doncha just love him when he get tough?" Carla said, grinning.
"He"s quite amazing," Nora agreed. "It"s a whole "nother side of Richard Johnson, and I have to say I like it."
They went upstairs, and Nora listened with a large grin on her face as she heard Jeff b.i.t.c.hing when he and Heidi were moved out of the room next door.
"Does this other room have a fireplace?" Jeff demanded to know. "I want to speak with the manager!"
"I"m sorry, sir. The manager isn"t here this weekend, but you can speak with Mr. Elders, his a.s.sistant," the bellhop said.
"I"ve already spoken with that moron," Jeff almost shouted. "How the h.e.l.l could this kind of a mix-up occur?"
"I don"t know, sir," the bellhop said, and they heard the elevator doors closing.
The trio burst into laughter.
"He"ll figure it out soon enough," Nora said with a chuckle.
Shortly afterwards there came a knock on the door, and Mr. Elders himself was outside it. "I"ve had the bellhop bring up your luggage, Mrs. Buckley. The room has been cleaned, and is ready for you. I apologize for the distress this mix-up has caused you. May I escort you?"
"Thank you," Nora said quietly. Then she turned to her friends. "What time are we meeting the kids?" she asked.
"Six. Downstairs. We"ve got a reservation in the Colonial Dining Room for dinner," Carla said.
"I"ll see you there," Nora told her, and followed the now-unctuous Mr. Elders.
When he had left her Nora looked about the room. It was beautifully done with a tester bed and faux Chippendale furniture. On the table by the fireplace were a small basket of fruit and a box of chocolates. She pulled the card from between an apple and a pear. "Thank you for your patience. C. Elders," the card read. Nora tossed it into the fire, and picking up the telephone, asked the answering operator, "Do you get The Channel?"
"Yes, madam," the operator said. "Would you like to order it?"
"Yes. This is Mrs. Buckley in room 320."
"No problem, Mrs. Buckley. It will be available after ten p.m."
Well, Mr. Nicholas had said The Channel was available just about everywhere. Nora grinned to herself.
J. J. met her two hours later in the lobby. He hugged her hard, and then said, "Dad"s here with Heidi. I told him he didn"t have to come, that you were coming. He just called me this morning to tell me. I didn"t have the time to call you, and I was afraid you wouldn"t come if you knew he was here."
"It"s okay, honey," Nora a.s.sured him, and then she told him about the botch with the room reservations.
J. J. laughed. "Does he know he got kicked out for you?" he wondered.
"I suspect they just told him it was a mix-up because of the nature of the weekend. I was in Carla and Rick"s room when they moved him out. He wasn"t being very gracious," Nora chuckled.
It would be difficult seeing Jeff, especially knowing what she knew now about the house, Nora thought, but she didn"t share her news with J. J. She had promised herself when this all began that she wouldn"t build a wall between father and son. Not that Jeff had been a great dad. He hadn"t. But he was still J. J."s male parent. She set her mind on having a good weekend with her child.
And it was good. They all had dinner together that night. The Johnsons, with Maureen, Nora and J. J. They had breakfast the next morning at the inn"s wonderful and justly famous buffet. Jeff and Heidi were there. Nora sent her son to sit with them, although he objected. For me, she had told him. At least Jeff couldn"t claim she was keeping their son from him.
They went to the football game together, and State won. Nora showed her son the different dorms she had lived in when she was at State. But things had changed a lot over the years since she had graduated. J. J. showed her his dorm, where the soccer team resided. But Pagano"s was still there, and they had pizza for dinner that night Rick, Carla, Maureen, J. J., and Nora.
"And this time I can legally order a pitcher of real beer," Nora said, laughing. "It was only three-point-two percent back when I was here."
On Sunday the soccer teams played. While the varsity lost, the junior varsity won. J. J. was elated that his mother had been there to see him play, and win. They had Sunday dinner at the inn. Then they bid their kids good-bye, and drove home, arriving in Egret Pointe in a dusky mid-October twilight.
"I"ll bring over the manicotti," Carla said. "I froze it for you. You can have it for supper tomorrow night."
And when she came with a dish big enough to feed a family, tucking it into Nora"s fridge, Nora told her all of her Friday meeting with Rick. Carla sat down, and burst into tears. "No," she said. "You can"t move. You can"t! I know I said you would be better off without this big house, but I never meant it."
"I don"t have a choice," Nora told her friend.
"There has to be a way," Carla wailed. "I"m going to tell Rick he has to find a way, Nora. You can"t lose the house."
"Honey, Rick has done his best. I don"t want to lose the house, but at least J. J. gets his college money, and Jeff has got to ante up for me for the next five years. That will give me plenty of time to get on my feet."
"A thousand a month isn"t much," Carla said. "And where are you going to live? If you spend the money you get on a condo, you won"t have a h.e.l.luva lot left for investments for your old age."
"I"ll inherit something from Margo one day," Nora replied.
"What if she gets a catastrophic illness, and runs through the money?" Carla said. "You need the house to be safe. The taxes aren"t too bad, but they will go up when the name is changed on the deed. You can still manage."
"Maybe Jeff will die in the sack with Heidi before the divorce," Nora teased her friend. "Then it"s all mine."
"From your lips to G.o.d"s ear," Carla replied fiercely. "Oh, G.o.d! I can"t bear to think that you won"t be next door this time next year." And she cried a little more.
I can"t bear it either, Nora thought, comforting her best friend. I"m not going to go. There has to be another way. There has to be!
Rick had said that Raoul Kramer would have the papers for her to sign in a few days. "Get me a few more weeks before I have to sign," she instructed him.
"How?" He knew she was stalling to avoid the inevitable.
"Ask for more alimony! Try for Jill"s tuition again. And then say I"ll sign after the New Year. I don"t want to spoil the kids" holidays. They"ll both be home, and I don"t want them to know that it"s the last Christmas they"ll celebrate in this house. Jeff has got to understand that, hard-hearted b.a.s.t.a.r.d that he is! Both Jill and J. J. have lived every Christmas of their lives in this house. Please, Rick. Appeal to Kramer, and let him convince Jeff."
"I"m not going to haggle with them at this point," Rick said. "They could withdraw the deal, but I"ll speak with Kramer. I can vouch that you"ve always been a woman of your word, Nora, and Jeff knows it too."
"You"re certain she"ll do it after the New Year?" Raoul Kramer asked Rick Johnson after the call had been made.
"Look, I"ve known Nora Buckley almost twenty-five years, Kramer. If she says she"ll do it, she"ll do it. But look at it from her standpoint. She doesn"t want her kids to have a miserable time when they come home for Christmas. Is it really that much to ask? He"s agreed not to put the house on the market until April first anyway. Signing after the holiday isn"t going to change anything, but maybe this little bit of extra time before she signs will let Nora come to terms with her situation. You know she"s getting the short end of the stick."
"Usually I like my business," Raoul Kramer said, "but in cases like this I don"t. He"s a real piece of work, my client, but you never heard me say it. Relax. I"ll get Mrs. Buckley her time. But tell her I want you both in my offices at ten a.m. on January second to sign those papers. Deal?"
"Deal," Rick replied. "And, Kramer, thanks. I owe you for this one."
Raoul Kramer laughed. "What the h.e.l.l could a little country mouse of a lawyer like you do for me?" he asked.
"Hey, you never know," Rick said, feeling better already. "Remember, the turtle won the race over the faster hare."
Raoul Kramer laughed again and hung up.
Jeff, however, wasn"t happy. "I wanted this thing tied up fast. You promised me it would be, Kramer. That"s why I"m paying you the big bucks. But instead I"ve ended up paying a bridge loan, and Heidi has me in debt up to my ears furnishing the place!"
"Look, if you hadn"t defrauded your kids of the moneys for their college educations, Buckley, it would have been a done deal. I could have gotten you off almost scot-free. But you got greedy before you hired me, so you"re paying for that blunder. When the first Mrs. Buckley signs the papers doesn"t matter. The timetable we"ve set up will remain in effect. Let her and let your kids have one last peaceful Christmas in their home. She isn"t going to tell them until after she signs the papers on January second. What the h.e.l.l difference does it make to let her and your kids be happy? You act as if she"s done something wrong, and you want to punish her for it, but if the truth be known, she"s the innocent party in all of this. If I were her lawyer, I"d have hung you out to dry."
"Jeff" Heidi Millar put a hand on his arm"Mr. Kramer is right. Let Nora and the kids have their last moments in the house. The bridge loan payment hasn"t come out of your pocket. I"ve been paying it. You"ve got just about everything you want. Be gracious in victory. And I"ll stop buying stuff for the co-op, I promise." She gave him a little kiss, and smiled winningly.
Raoul Kramer almost laughed. Jeff Buckley had already lost his pants, and he didn"t even know it. "Thank you, Ms. Millar," he said.
"Alright," Jeff said grudgingly. "Alright. But no more delays after this one. She had d.a.m.ned well better show up here on January second, and sign on the dotted line, or you"re toast, Kramer!"
"Did you ever know your wife not to keep her word, Buckley?" Raoul Kramer asked his client. And when his clients had gone he picked up the telephone and called Rick Johnson. "I"m confirming. He"s agreed, and yeah, you really do owe me." Then he hung up and sat back in his chair, considering what a s.h.i.t Jeffrey Buckley was and knowing Nora Buckley would be relieved to have just a little more time. Poor faded little b.i.t.c.h. She really didn"t deserve what was happening to her. Then he shrugged to himself. It was the law. Or at least that"s what he told himself a lot lately.
And Nora was relieved when Rick called. "You"ve got your extension, but nothing else changes. We"ve got to be in town on the second of January to sign the papers."
"Thanks, Rick," Nora told him.
J. J. came home for Thanksgiving, and they had dinner with the Johnsons. He and Maureen were full of stories of their almost completed first term.
"He"s studying," Maureen announced to their a.s.sembled parents. "He"s in my freshman English cla.s.s, and the teacher just loves him. Says he doesn"t usually get sports jocks to whom he can give good grades."
"Hey, my sister said the first semester was important," J. J. protested.