In the days following Jeremy’s unsuccessful meeting with the producers, he focused his attention on trying to return to his previous routines. He spoke1 to his editor at Scientific American. Behind on his deadline and vaguely2 remembering something Nate had suggested to him, he agreed to do a column about the possible dangers of a low-carbohydrate diet. He spent hours on the Internet, scanning countless3 newspapers, looking for other stories that might be of interest. He was disappointed to learn that Clausen— with the help of a high-profile publicity4 firm in New York—had largely weathered the storm after Jeremy’s appearance on Prime-time and was still in negotiations5 for his own television show. The irony6 of the situation wasn’t lost on Jeremy, and he spent the rest of the day bemoaning7 the gullibility8 of true believers.
Little by little, he was getting himself back on track. Or, at least, he thought he was. Though he still thought of Lexie frequently, wondering whether she was busy preparing for her marriage to Rodney, he did his best to force those thoughts out of his mind. They were just too painful. Instead, he tried to resume the life he’d been living before he met Lexie. On Friday night, he went out to a nightclub. It didn’t go particularly well. Instead of mingling9 and trying to catch the attention of the women standing10 nearby, he sat at the bar nursing a single beer for most of the night, leaving long before he normally would have. The next day, he visited his family in Queens, but seeing his brothers and their wives playing with their kids only made him wish again for something that could never be.
By Monday noon, as another winter storm was settling in, he’d convinced himself that it was really over. She hadn’t called and neither had he. At times, those few days with Lexie seemed like nothing more than the mirage11 he’d been investigating. It couldn’t have been real, he told himself, but as he sat at his desk, he found himself thumbing through the postcards again, finally pinning the one of the library on the wall behind the desk.
He ordered lunch from the Chinese restaurant down the block for the third time in a week, then leaned back in his chair, wondering about the choices he’d made. For an instant, he wondered if Lexie would be eating at the same time he was, but the thought was interrupted by the buzz of the intercom.
He grabbed his wallet and headed toward the door. Through the static of the intercom, he heard a female voice.
“It’s open. Come on up.”
He riffled through his bills, pulled out a twenty, and reached for the door just as he heard the knock.
“That was fast,” he said. “Usually it takes . . .”
His voice trailed off as the door opened and he saw who was standing before him.
In the silence, he and his visitor stared at each other before Doris finally smiled.
“Surprise,” she said.
He blinked. “Doris?”
She stamped the snow off her shoes. “It’s a blizzard12 out there,” she said, “and it’s so icy I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. The taxi was sliding all over the road.”
He continued to stare, trying to make sense of her sudden appearance.
She slipped her handbag from her shoulder and met his gaze. “Are you going to make me wait out in the hallway, or are you going to invite me in?”
“Yeah . . . of course. Please . . . ,” he said, motioning her inside.
Doris moved past him and set her bag on the end table near the door. She glanced around his apartment and removed her jacket. “This is nice,” she said, walking around the living room. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be. But the stairs were a killer13. You really need to get the elevator fixed.”
“Yeah . . . I know.”
She paused at the window. “But the city is beautiful, even in the storm. And so . . . busy. I can see why some people would want to live here.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you, of course.”
“About Lexie?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she sighed, then said evenly, “Among other things.” When his brow furrowed14, she shrugged15. “You wouldn’t happen to have any tea, would you? I’m still a little chilly16.”
“But . . .”
“We’ve got a lot to talk about,” she said, her voice holding steady. “I know you have questions, but it’s going to take a while. So how about some tea?”
Jeremy went into the small kitchen and heated a cup of water in the microwave. After adding a tea bag, he carried the cup back to the living room, where he found Doris sitting on the couch. He handed her the cup, and she took a sip17 almost immediately.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t call. I know I should have. You must be pretty shocked. But I wanted to talk to you in person.”
“How did you know where I live?”
“I talked to your friend Alvin. He told me.”
“You talked to Alvin?”
“Yesterday,” she said. “He had given his phone number to Rachel, so I called him, and he was kind enough to give me your address. I wish I’d had the chance to meet him while he was in Boone Creek18. He seemed like a perfect gentleman.”
Jeremy sensed that the small talk was a sign of mounting nervousness and decided19 to say nothing. He knew she was simply trying to work up to whatever it was she was going to say.
The buzzer20 sounded again and Doris glanced toward the door. “That’s my lunch,” he said, annoyed by the distraction21. “Give me a minute, okay?”
He rose from his seat, pressed the intercom, and unlocked his door; as he waited, he glimpsed Doris smoothing her blouse. A moment later, she fidgeted again, and for some reason, the fact that she was nervous helped to steady his own nerves. He drew a long breath and stepped out into the hallway, meeting the deliveryman as he emerged from the stairwell.
Jeremy came back in and was just about to set the bag of food on the kitchen counter when he heard Doris behind him.
“What did you order?”
“It smells good.”
It was, perhaps, the way she said it that made him smile. “Would you like me to make up a couple of plates?”
“I wouldn’t want to take your food.”
“There’s plenty,” he said, reaching for some plates. “And besides, didn’t you tell me that you like to talk over a good meal?”
He spooned out the food, then brought it to the table; Doris sat down next to him.
Again, he decided to let her begin, and they ate in silence for a few minutes.
“This is delicious,” she finally said. “I didn’t have any breakfast, and I guess I didn’t realize how hungry I was. It’s quite a trip to get here. I had to leave at crack of dawn, and my flight was delayed. The weather had everything backed up, and for a while there, I wasn’t sure we’d even take off. I was nervous, too. It was the first
time I’ve ever flown.”
“Oh?”
“Never had a reason to. Lexie asked me to come up and visit her while she lived up here, but my husband wasn’t in the best of health and I just never got around to it. Then she moved back. She was quite a wreck23 back then. I know you probably think she’s tough and strong, but that’s just what she wants others to believe. Underneath24, she’s like everyone else, and she was crushed by what happened with Avery.” Doris hesitated. “She told you about him, right?”
“Yes.”
“She suffered in silence, kept up the brave front, but I knew how upset she was. There was nothing I could do for her. She hid it by keeping busy, running from here to there, talking to everyone and trying to make sure they had the impression that she was okay. You can’t imagine how helpless that made me feel.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
Jeremy moved his food around with his fork. “I wasn’t the one who ended it, Doris.”
“I know that, too.”
“Then why talk to me?”
“Lexie won’t listen.”
Despite the tension, Jeremy laughed. “I guess that means you think I’m a pushover?”
“No,” she said. “But what I’m hoping is that you’re not as stubborn as she is.”
“Even if I’m willing to try again, it’s still up to her.”
Doris watched him carefully. “Do you really believe that?”
“I tried to talk to her. I told her I wanted to find a way to make the relationship work.”
Instead of responding to his comment, Doris asked, “You were married once, weren’t you?”
“A long time ago. Did Lexie tell you that?”
“No,” she said. “I’ve known it since our first conversation.”
“Psychic abilities again?”
“No, nothing like that. It has more to do with the way you interact with women. You carry yourself with the sort of confidence that a lot of women find appealing. At the same time, I had the sense that you understand what women want, but that for some reason you’re unwilling26 to give yourself completely.”
“What’s this got to do with anything?”
“Women want the fairy tale. Not all women, of course, but most women grow up dreaming about the kind of man who would risk everything for them, even knowing they might get hurt.” She paused. “Kind of like the way you went to find Lexie at the beach. That’s why she fell in love with you.”
“She’s not in love with me.”
“Yes, she is.”
Jeremy opened his mouth to deny it but couldn’t. Instead, he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. She’s marrying Rodney.”
Doris stared at him. “No, she isn’t. But before you think it was her way of pushing you away, you should know that she only said it so that if you did leave, she wouldn’t lie awake at night wondering why you never came back for her.” She paused, letting that sink in. “And besides, you didn’t really believe her, anyway, did you?”
It was the way Doris said this that made him remember his initial response when Lexie first told him about Rodney. No, he suddenly realized, he hadn’t believed it then.
Doris reached across the table and took his hand.
“You’re a good man, Jeremy. And you deserved the truth, which was why I came up here.”
She stood from the table. “I’ve got a flight to catch. If I don’t get back tonight, Lexie’s going to know something’s up. I’d rather she didn’t know I came up here.”
“That’s quite a trip. You could have simply called.”
“I know. But I had to see your face.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to know if you were in love with her, too.” She patted
him on the shoulder before heading to the living room, where she
picked up her handbag. “Doris?” Jeremy called out. She turned. “Yes?” “Did you find the answer you were hoping for?” She smiled. “The real question is, did you?”
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