Page 42 of Private Pleasures

“Gee, have I?” she said sarcastically. “You have been screwing everything that moved but me for years. Now you want a divorce. You don’t want to meet your parental obligations. You want to put me out on the street, and make me homeless, and I’m not supposed to stand up to you? Get real!”

“You can get a job,” he snapped. “Other women do.”

“I have a degree in English literature, Jeff. No teaching credits. No work experience. I don’t know one end of a computer from another. What the hell am I supposed to do to support myself? I need to take some classes to get me up to speed, and I’m not going to do it living in a homeless shelter. Besides, Egret Pointe doesn’t have a homeless shelter.”

Raoul Kramer sighed, and said, “I think I need to take my client back to town and talk to him again. Let’s meet again in ten days?” He stood up.

“Look, Heidi and I have been accepted by the coop board, Kramer. We need to close on our apartment,” Jeff told his attorney.

“I’ll get you a bridge loan,” Kramer said in a hard, tight voice. “This matter is not going to be settled as quickly as I anticipated.”

“You said it would be a matter of days.” Jeff’s voice was strident. “You said it was a no-brainer. Everything was mine. She didn’t have a leg to stand on, damnit!” His face was red, and Nora noticed in that moment how much he’d aged.

“That was before I knew her father gave you half of the down payment for your house, Jeff. That was before I knew those accounts were in your kids’ names, and you conned them out of them. She’s right. It’s fraud. Now, I’m certain Mrs. Buckley doesn’t wish to encourage your son and daughter to press charges. I’m certain if we reconsider your position, we can come to an agreement that will be satisfactory to us all. Let’s go.” He turned to Rick. “I’ll have Bev call your girl to set up another meeting.” He closed his black Italian leather briefcase with a snap, and turned toward the door.

“You’ve turned into a real bitch,” Jeff snarled at Nora.

“Only two good things came out of our marriage, Jeff, J. J. and Jill,” Nora told him. “I feel sorry for Heidi. She’ll learn soon enough what a jerk you really are.”

Jeff Buckley stormed past his attorney and stalked out of the room. Raoul Kramer followed at a discreet pace.

“I’m glad I’m not riding back to the city with him,” Rick said with a grin. “Well, I think that went rather well, considering. I think we can get you a half interest in the house, and some alimony until you’re able to get a job that will support you. I had already told Kramer about the accounts, but I don’t think he gave it much credence until you blew your top at Jeff, Nora.”

“This isn’t fair,” Nora muttered.

“No, it isn’t, but the law isn’t always about what’s right, or what’s fair. It’s about the law,” Rick told her.

“Let the house be appraised. I’ll buy his half from him,” Nora said.

“Honey, you couldn’t get a mortgage,” Rick said. “You don’t have any credit. Your one credit card is in his name. The phone is in his name. The electricity. The water. The gas. And you don’t have a job, nor the hope of one for a while. I’m sorry, Nora. Those are the facts.”

“I don’t care what I have to do,” Nora said, and now her voice was shaking. “I … I’m not going to let him sell my home!” Then she turned, and left Rick Johnson’s office.

She didn’t tell J. J. of her meeting. No need for him to worry. He was heading off to State next week. She had intended on driving him, but the school was sending a bus all over the vicinity to pick up the new players of the various campus sports on scholarship. This way, it was reasoned, they could begin to get to know one another on their ride up to school. In a way she was glad. She wouldn’t have a long lonely ride home. She had bought J. J. one of those prepaid cell phones with three hundred minutes on it.

“Don’t use up all your minutes calling Lily,” she warned him. “I want to hear from you, and know you’re alright. Those minutes should last you until Homecoming Weekend. I’ll buy you more minutes then, okay?”

His main concern was that she be alright, but Nora assured her son she would be fine. He was to study hard and play well. “He says he’s selling the house,” J. J. told his mother. “He can’t do that, can he, Ma?”

“I don’t want you to worry, J. J.,” Nora said. “We’re not losing our home. I will not allow that to happen. When did you talk to your father?”

“He called the other day when you and Carla were out shopping. I had just got home from work. I wouldn’t have talked to him otherwise. Do you know what he had the gall to say to me, Ma, just before he hung up? Heidi says hi. Like I care!”

Nora laughed at her son’s outrage. “I hope you said hi back,” she teased.

“In your dreams, Ma!” he chuckled.

And then it was J. J.’s day to leave her, and she drove down to the Egret Pointe village green, where the bus was going to meet the football, soccer, tennis, swimming, and lacrosse players going to State. There were half a dozen boys standing there and three girls. The big bus pulled up, and the driver got out, opening the baggage compartments. Luggage was stowed, and the kids began to board. Nora hugged her son, and J. J. hugged her back.

“Be good,” she whispered in his ear.

“Yeah.” His voice was a little shaky.

“Call me when you get settled,” Nora told him, pretending she hadn’t noticed.

“Yeah, okay.” He hugged her again and then, turning abruptly away, got on the bus. He found a window seat, and knocked on the window at her.

Nora saw him and smiled bravely. The door closed. The driver released his brakes with a hiss, and the bus began to pull away. Nora waved, feeling the tears pushing forward. Several other mothers were already crying, and being comforted by their husbands. The bus was gone. She walked to J. J.’s jalopy and got in. She had no one to comfort her. Not here. But she had already ordered The Channel for this evening. She hadn’t seen Kyle in several days now, and their last meetings had been hurried ones because Nora was so nervous about anyone, especially J. J., learning her secret. Now, however, she would be alone in her house. Alone to live out her wildest fantasies with her lover. And no one would ever know. It was her secret. Hers, and the secret of all the other women, whoever they might be, outside of Ansley Court.