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While I had not found living without Celia to be easy, I did find it easier when I could pretend she was a part of another world. But this, her existing in my orbit, made everything I had been repressing come bubbling up.
“She didn’t,” Harry said. “But I suspect it’s because she didn’t want to ask, rather than not wanting to know.”
“But she doesn’t love him?”
Harry shook his head. “No, she doesn’t love him.”
I turned my head and looked back out the window. I imagined telling Harry to drive me to her house. I imagined running to her door. I imagined dropping to my knees and telling her the truth, that life without her was lonely and empty and quickly losing all meaning.
Instead, I said, “When should we do the picture?”
“What?”
“The picture of you and me. Where we make it look like we’ve been caught in an affair.”
“We can do it tomorrow night,” Harry said. “We can park the car. Maybe up in the hills, so photogs can find us but the picture will look secluded. I’ll call Rich Rice. He needs some money.”
I shook my head. “This can’t come from us. These gossips aren’t playing ball anymore. They are out for themselves. We need someone else to call it in. Someone the rags will believe wants me to get caught.”
“Who?”
I shake my head the moment the idea comes to me. I already don’t want to do it the moment I realize I have to.
* * *
I SAT DOWN at the phone in my study. I made sure the door was closed. And I dialed her number.
“Ruby, it’s Evelyn, and I need a favor,” I said as soon as she answered.
“I’m open to it,” she said, not missing a beat.
“I need you to tip off some photographers. Say you saw me necking in a car up in the Trousdale Estates.”
“What?” Ruby said, laughing. “Evelyn, what are you up to?”
“Don’t worry about what I’m up to. You have enough on your plate.”
“Does this mean Rex is about to be single?” she asked.
“Haven’t you had enough of my leftovers?”
“Honey, Don pursued me.”
“I’m sure he did.”
“The least you could have done was warn me,” she said.
“You knew what he was doing behind my back,” I said. “What made you think he’d be any different with you?”
“Not the cheating, Ev,” she said.
And that’s when I realized he’d hit her, too.
I was temporarily stunned silent.
“You’re OK now?” I asked after a moment. “You got away?”
“Our divorce is final. I’m moving to the beach, just bought a place in Santa Monica.”
