A Song in the Daylight. Paullina SimonsЧитать онлайн книгу.
a trip to the Australian outback and for weeks straight had insisted on telling Jared all about it.
Jared had had a busy afternoon of capitalization meetings before the long Memorial Day weekend, and at 3:30, his assistant, Sheila, said that Emily had called and needed him to call back right away. He was going to do that but he got swamped with a Tokyo call, an emergency round-up about a possible bankruptcy filing for one of their affiliates, a Hong Kong call, and finally the usual Friday-night banter from Doug, when at 4:45 the phone rang again.
“Dad!”
“Oh, sorry, Em. I’m snowed under. What’s up?” He motioned Doug not to leave; he had one more thing to add to their revolving argument on the dire pitching prospects for the Yankees’ sinking (stinking) season.
“What’s up,” Emily said with all stridency, “is I have a volleyball game today at five and Mom is not home to drive me!”
“Volleyball game when?” Jared’s hand with the index finger out was still raised.
“In fifteen minutes,” said Emily, apparently through her teeth. “And did I mention Mom’s not home to drive me?”
“Where is she?” Jared was waving to Doug, to say, wait.
“Dad? Are you even listening? I don’t know where she is. I’ve been calling you since 3:30!”
“I’m sure Mommy will be right back, Em. Isn’t Michelangelo with her?”
“I thought he was, but Tara just brought him home.”
“Who’s Tara?”
Emily drew a long breath. “Our neighbor two doors down. Our neighbor for seven years.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Apparently he had a playdate with Jen and Jess. So here we all are, except for Mom—who’s not here. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I have a MEET in fifteen minutes!”
Jared’s finger was still up for Doug, just one minute. “Call her cell.”
“Dad, what do you think, I didn’t call her five thousand times before I called you? And then Asher helpfully found her cell phone ringing on her makeup table in the bedroom.”
“She didn’t take her cell phone?” Jared put his finger down, and stared at his desk, instead of at the casually sitting Doug Grant.
“Correct-o.”
“Well, how far could she have gone?” Jared said. “You know Mommy never carries any cash on her.”
“Dad!”
“All right.” He shook his head. “I’m leaving right now. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.”
“Dad! I’ve got to be at the game in fifteen!”
“Can’t you call a friend on the team? Have another mom drive you?”
“Another mom?”
“Or wait for me. I can’t blink myself home, Emily. Either you wait for me, or you call someone else.” Jared didn’t know any of his daughter’s friends by name. “I’m sure your mom will be right back.”
“Back from where? Both her cars are in the drive!” With a massive harrumph on the other end, Emily slammed down the TALK button on the cordless phone.
Jared got up. “Sorry, Douglas. We’ll finish this another time.”
“Everything okay?”
“Oh, it’s fine.” He sighed. “Melodrama. Teenagers. Everything has to be done on their time.” He was throwing his news papers away as he talked; he stuffed his laptop into his leather bag, plus three annual reports in case he had time to work over the three-day weekend. “Larissa’s not home to drive Emily to the game so, you know, major crisis.”
“Can’t wait for my lovely girls to become cranky teenagers,” said Doug. He had two toddlers.
“Listen, I don’t want you to have the last word. But I’m telling you, the Yankees are doomed without middle rotation pitching. When you’re over on Monday for the barbecue, I’ll explain it all more thoroughly. You can bring dessert.” Jared grinned. “And bathing suits for Kate and the girls. We’re firing up the pool.”
“I’d love to, mate,” said Doug with an Aussie flourish in his New Jersey twang. “You know I like nothing more than to hammer home why you’re deluded about the Yanks. They’re getting old! They have too many injuries! They can’t hit! But I can’t do it. The wife and I are going away for the weekend. Our fifth anniversary.” Doug raised his eyebrows. “Atlantic City.”
“Ah. Well.” Jared nodded. “Good for you. Stay away from the tables.”
“Don’t worry, Kate will keep me straight. She hates to gamble. I’ll be lucky if I get an hour for blackjack. By the way, I’ve noticed that Jan, our troubled little deputy secretary, is much better lately. What’d you say to her? She’s sober every day, seems like. Nice work.”
Jared shrugged. That last, successful chat with Jan had been months ago. But he couldn’t talk about it now; he had to run.
They shook hands, wished each other a fine weekend. Jared said he would see Doug bright and early on Tuesday morning.
Forty-five traffic-y and frustrating minutes later he walked into his house. Emily had missed her game and was sitting at the kitchen table crying. Asher was in the den watching TV and Michelangelo was coloring on the floor near the dog. As Jared looked closer, he saw his younger son wasn’t coloring near the dog, he was coloring the dog. Taking the markers (were these even washable?) away from the boy, he patted Emily’s back.
She bucked away from his hand like a wild horse. “Don’t touch me! Where’s Mom?”
“I don’t know,” said Jared. “I just got home. But don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry you missed your game.”
“You should’ve called me back, Dad. I called you so many times.”
“I was at work. I was busy.” Jared felt a stab of guilt. He was at work, and he was busy part of the time, but really, he could’ve called back an hour earlier, and didn’t. Larissa took care of home things; he never had to worry.
He called Maggie. “She’s not with me, Jared,” said Maggie. “I haven’t seen her since Tuesday. Maybe with Bo? Evelyn? Or call my husband. He’s working late tonight. Researching materialism or immortality or something. On a Friday night, too.” She scoffed mildly. “Maybe she’s at the theater. Saint Joan opens next week. They’re rehearsing every day.”
“Materialism and immortality, they’re not one and the same?” Jared said jokingly before hanging up.
“Nah, I haven’t seen your wife, man,” said Ezra when Jared reached him. “She didn’t come in today for rehearsals. Which is disturbing since not only do we open next Thursday but we finally did the run-through without the epilogue, as she expressly wanted, and she wasn’t even here for it. What be up?”
“Did she call?”
“Didn’t. Maybe she’s gone out?”
“Yeah, with someone who has a car.”
“Weird,” said Ezra. “But I did have lunch with her two days ago, and though she was pretty chill, have you noticed your wife’s lost a ton of weight?”
“You think?” Jared had lost interest in the conversation. “She keeps denying it.”
“Oh, yes. Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes, she says.” Ezra grunted. “Hey, listen, Lar and Maggie are doing a beer run tomorrow to get ready for the party Monday, but are we still on for tomorrow night?”
“Yeah,