Coming Attractions

Chapter Twenty-two.

Cory raised an eyebrow. "And Marty, I a.s.sume."

"And Marty. She"s a good friend."

The phone rang, and Helen looked at Cory. Yoko? The time was past midnight, an odd hour for conversation. Probably a wrong number.

"Let the machine get it," Helen said.

Two more rings and they recognized Stacey"s insistent voice.



"Pick up. It"s important."

"What"s wrong?" Helen asked when Cory hit the intercom.

"I"ve been listening to the conversations around the bar tonight. Someone talked to the press about the show."

Helen watched Cory become very busy with straightening a bathroom that didn"t need straightening.

"One of us?" Helen asked.

"Maybe Colgate"s live-in. They broke up a couple days ago. I can"t get Jenny on the phone."

"Do you know who they talked to?"

"No, but sniff around to your colleagues. Maybe get a lid put on it. Whoever it was, they named names."

"Thanks. I"ll get on the phone tomorrow."

Cory stood in the doorway. Helen recognized it as the same look she"d had when she was concerned about Marty.

"Come here," Helen said and pulled back the blankets for her. Cory climbed under. "Tell me what"s going on behind your pretty green eyes."

"I"m not ready for this."

"Are you having second thoughts about the show?"

"I"ve realized that I don"t want to wake up tomorrow and find myself named as someone"s hot tip on page four."

Helen reached for her. "I can"t do anything about it until the morning. Try to put it out of your mind."

"How? My reputation is at stake."

"It"ll mean your reputation on show night as well."

Cory looked at Helen. "It happened when I was a senior in high school."

"What happened?"

"I opened my locker and there was a note hanging there. It said "Cory and Lisa are queer." I wanted to climb inside the locker and never come out. That"s the feeling I have now."

"I know that feeling. We all do. That"s why we need to come out. To make it easier for the next person. We can be each other"s strength, baby."

"How can you be so calm?"

"For the most part, I"ve stopped being afraid of who I am."

"I"m not backing out, Helen."

"Good. Try to sleep, then. I"ll make some calls the first thing in the morning."

Cory turned off the light. Helen held her closely, keeping her safe from whatever demons lurked in her mind. They didn"t talk, but Cory was awake, tossing and turning, and probably seeing that locker open again and again.

When Helen finally slept, she dreamed of pushing on Blair, but it was Cory in the seat next to her. Cory opened her belt and stood up. The plane dropped.

"This isn"t safe," Cory said.

Helen watched Cory walk down the aisle and into the fireball.

Chapter Twenty-two.

Helen hung up the phone, satisfied with the information Sam furnished. The leak was given to Amanda Read, and that told Helen two things: A, the big mouth knew little about Amanda"s reporting style, and B, Cory would feel less threatened than if the leak had been told to anyone else.

The fact that it was Amanda was good fortune in its finest moment. It wasn"t without reason that she was the biggest in the industry for her gossip column. Amanda wasn"t a career breaker. She would sc.r.a.p an item if she felt it more slanderous than entertaining.

Helen motored herself to the kitchen alcove. Fresh coffee, toast, and fresh sliced pineapple waited on a table set for a queen. A crystal and silver morning was a wondrous change from the preceding night. Cory sat there, proud of herself. Helen pulled up beside her chair and gave her a kiss.

"You"re sweet," Helen said and kissed her again. "I love you."

"This is my thank-you-for-loving-me breakfast table."

"And a fine table it is."

Helen looked into Cory"s eyes. Sparkle had replaced fear. Once more in her white sweats and with her hair tied back in a Peggy Sue ponytail, Cory was deliciously edible. Right after coffee, Helen would gobble her up. She"d crawl out of her casts and metal brace and that horrible scar on her chin and throat. She would take Cory into her arms and have her, bite after tender bite, leaving nothing but a lovely memory of the woman who had stolen her heart.

"What did Sam say?" Cory asked.

"He said it was Amanda Reed. I called and gave her our address. She"d already told Sam that she thought she should talk to me."

Cory flashed her trademark f.a.n.n.y Brice smile. "Our address?" She grabbed cream and sugar from the counter.

Helen rolled her eyes and laughed. "Yes, our address. She"ll be here at two."

Cory danced over to Helen. "Our address, as in yours and mine?" she asked eagerly. "So you"ve moved in?"

"You"re a pest." Helen tweaked Cory"s nose.

"But you love me and it"s our address. You said so."

Helen brushed Cory"s bangs away. "Do you want me forever, my sweet woman?"

"Forever, Helen."

"When Amanda leaves, we"ll discuss the possibilities."

Helen figured Amanda, with her short, salt-and-pepper hair, was in her early fifties. She looked motherly, in an elegant way. They"d met at a charity auction sponsored by the local papers, but that was the extent of their relationship.

"You"re looking well, Helen," Amanda said. "The city was worried about you."

"I"m getting along. I"ll be out of the chair soon."

"I guess you know why I"m here." Amanda looked at Helen and then at Cory. "I got a call from some young twerp. Frankly, she mentioned a "coming out" show and told me you two are lovers. She wanted me to fix it so Cory wouldn"t be accepted to the Boston Light Orchestra. Can you imagine that?" Amanda laughed.

Helen locked eyes with Cory. She could almost hear Cory"s heart pound from ten feet away.

"Excuse me. I"ll get the coffee." Cory abruptly stood and they watched her leave the room. Amanda looked back at Helen.

"I struck a nerve. The story"s true, isn"t it?" Amanda whistled. "I just thought this was a great opportunity to meet you out of the professional air. I never-"

"Don"t use the story. We"d like to remain anonymous until the show," Helen said.

Amanda studied Helen curiously, shook her head. "I want to say you don"t look like a lesbian, but that"s too much of a cliche, even for me."

Helen took a breath. "You can make or break us."

"I could, couldn"t I?" Amanda shook her head. "Come on, Helen, you know my reputation. I"m not a b.i.t.c.h."

"Cory"s probably thinking the opposite right now."

She looked toward the kitchen. "I feel terrible. Get her in here."

The door swung open and Cory placed the tray on the coffee table. Her color was back.

"Cory, you don"t have to worry about me. I won"t use the piece."

"I know. I listened at the door. Thanks, Amanda." She poured the coffee and sat with them.

Amanda drank from her cup. "It all makes sense now. The commotion over your columns-especially the black sheep column. I couldn"t figure out what you were doing."

Helen shrugged. "Rabble-rousing. Who was your source?"

"Mustn"t tell; you know that." She picked up a scone.

Helen let the question remain unanswered and trusted Amanda with her information. After a half hour of friendly conversation and two servings of coffee, Amanda looked at her watch.

"I have to run. Mondays are my busiest days and I still have a Joey b.u.t.tafuoco piece to finish."

"People still read that stuff?" Cory asked.

"They eat it up." Amanda rose and walked over to Helen. "I"m happy to see you"re doing well." She turned to Cory. "And don"t worry about me. I hope you"ll knock New York"s socks off."

The moment Amanda had mentioned Boston, Cory became another woman. Helen felt the tension throughout the week, and Cory never mentioned the possibility of Helen moving in permanently. Her fear stayed, even with Amanda"s rea.s.surance, just as the high school locker had stayed open for all of those years. Cory suddenly didn"t like the idea of exposure. Any time Helen made a comment concerning the show and its closeness, Cory would either shrug or make no acknowledgment.

Not until Thursday afternoon did Cory perk up. Helen was in the bedroom and heard her whistling and bustling about. Helen joined her in time to see her pop a champagne cork.

"What"s the celebration?" She held the gla.s.ses while Cory poured.

f.a.n.n.y Brice was back, alive and well. "I"ve been invited to a tea party."

"You"ve heard from Boston?"

"You"re looking at the new maestro for the Boston Light Orchestra." They clinked their gla.s.ses and sipped.

Helen was thrilled for Cory. A dream come true, now clenched tightly in Cory"s hand. Boston waited for their new conductor and April first was her expected date of arrival.

March sixth was the group"s show date, and that left plenty of time in between for Boston to forfeit its decision, should att.i.tudes be swayed. Helen wondered if that would be legal.

"It"s nearly show time, baby." She picked up the letter, scanned the page, and looked at Cory. "This is something you"ve wanted longer than you"ve known me."

Cory sat on the sofa. "I love you."

"I have no doubt about that." She placed the letter on the table and leaned back into her chair. "But I think you have a serious decision to make. I don"t want a life with you where I have to tuck you away into a closet. What do you want?"

"I want you and Boston."

"With me, you could lose Boston."

Helen followed when Cory walked into the music room and sat on the piano bench. She easily pushed back the keys cover and played a delicate minuet.

"I hide in my sleep and you hide in your music. What are you feeling?"

"I"m afraid of losing the position if I do the show. I don"t want to get another letter saying they"d made a mistake." Cory stopped the musical piece and rested her hands on her lap. Helen watched tears fall from her eyes. "Telling you isn"t easy."

"I need you on stage with me," Helen said quietly.

"If we can"t be together, I"ll have to live with that. I love you, but-"

"Cory, there"s no "but" in "I love you.""

"I care too much what people-"

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