Hannah jotted down the address and agreed to meet her though she knew it was a waste of time.
Katherine was a sleek, elegant doctors wife on the wrong side of forty, who worked hard not to look it. She had a good body. When she wore skirts, she showed a lot of leg.
From what Katherine had told her, Hannah had gathered shed been the other woman in the doctors nasty divorce ten years earlier and didnt want to be blindsided by a younger, hotter version of herself.
So, is he leaving you for another woman? Hannah had asked when theyd been touring the garden of the house in Country Club.
No, he said he just doesnt look forward to coming home to me at night anymore.
Oh, Katherine
Its so unfair. Hes no prince. Hes overweight, older. He has nose hairs. Hes always clipping them when he follows me around yapping at me. And hes no big deal in bed.
Then maybe hes doing you a favor.
Hes leaving me! Katherine had shrieked. Ill be all aloneagain. He makes money. I was a lousy nurse before
After the phone call Hannah tried to unwind again, but Katherines restless energy had infected her. Hannah felt as uprooted as Katherine. She didnt belong in Texas, but she couldnt go home. The window over the sink was cracked an inch, so the roar of the surf and the smell of muggy, salt air and pungent, rotting sea things permeated the tiny kitchenalien scents. She was used to grass and trees, to big-city life, to a cooler, softer climate. To glamour. To horror.
Hannah clenched her fingers. Who was she to judge Katherine? There was a big hole in her own life. Huge. Only her problems werent as simple as Katherines. Hannah couldnt fix them by a divorce. If only Dom would give her a divorce.
They say if a frog hops into a kettle of water and you light a fire under it, the frog wont jump out as the water warms up. Hell die.
That had happened to Hannah twice before with men.
Sometimes she felt like she was that frog, dying, little by little. For nine months shed been in exile, living, if you could call it living, while she waited for a miracle. Away from her friends, Georgia had become increasingly bored and unhappy, and that made Hannah feel guilty.
But youre still alive, and Georgias alive.
If you want things to change, you have to do something, kiddo.
I ran awaythats something!
Now its time to do more!
She opened her newspaper and recoiled when Joe Campbells avid white grin gleamed at her from the front page. Billboards, telephone book and now the newspaper! His black eyes burned through her defenses and made her feel totally vulnerable. Worst of all, he looked a little like Dom.
The article that ran beneath Campbells picture had to do with large medical malpractice awards in the county attracting big names like him to the city. The good news was that hed just lost a big medical case to a Dr. Albert Crocker. The press about Campbell was unflattering, and neither he nor the partners of his firm had agreed to be interviewed for the article.
Beneath his story ran a headline, Neurosurgeons in Short Supply.
Due to soaring malpractice insurance rates, doctors and insurance companies are fleeing Texas.
She was in no mood to read further. There was another story on mold litigation. Mold claims were paying off big in Texas, too. Homeowners insurance rates were soaring. Lots of people could no longer afford to insure their homes.
Hannah wadded up the paper. Then she unwadded it and snipped out his picture. Not knowing why she did that, she flung the rest of the newspaper aside and rushed to her refrigerator, where she eyed her half-full bottle of chardonnay on the lower shelf for several minutes before removing a milk carton. She couldnt let Mr. Billboard and his hot eyes and the litigation-crazy world she was forced to do business in drive her to drinking alone.
Not that she was alone. The beach house was so small and the walls so thin she could hear Georgia in her room, her fingers tapping on her computer keyboard.
Georgia being home only makes it worse, and you know it.
How many more long, lonely and sometimes terrifying evenings without the intelligent companionship or solace of another adult could she endure? Then there were the nights when she couldnt sleep, and worse, those when she could and had nightmares.
When her cupboard proved empty of clean glasses, she splashed milk into a white cup with little blue seagulls on it. She loved her dishes. After a sip, she went out to the mailbox. Again, there was no mail. That had been happening a lot lately. Which was odd. Not that it mattered, really. Almost nobody from her real life knew where she was, so there wouldnt have been anything but bills and junk mail, flyers to pitch in the trash along with the newspaper and the brightly colored Big Burger wrappings.
Finishing her milk, Hannah stuffed the cup into her sink, which was overflowing with dirty dishes. She should cook and clean house, go downstairs to the washing machines with a load of clothes, maybe. But where to begin?
How ill prepared she was for ordinary, middle-class life. She was used to a man doing the heavy work, to a maid and a nanny, to long glamorous dinners with family and friends, not to tasteless fast food or housework in a remote beach house at the end of a long day. Oh, how she missed her beautiful things, her social life.
But there were things she did not miss.
At least, while here, she got to live on the gulf. Maybe the fragile barrier island was a thirty-minute commute from downtown Corpus and Georgias private school, but as soon as shed seen the For Rent sign on the gray beach house at the edge of the dunes, the house had spoken to her.
When she was frightened or lonely, all she had to do was step outside to breathe in the smell of the gulf and to hear the seabirds, which shed come to loveespecially the brown pelicans and blue herons. Tonight there would even be a full moon. She would look up at the stars and know how small and tiny she and her problems were. The island with its rustic beach houses built on pilings and the glamorous high-rise condos and looser ambience attracted all kinds of peopletourists from all over the world, artists, rebels, runawayslike her.
She ran a damp rag across the counter to clean off the hamburger bun crumbs and headed toward the sink with the wet grit. She sighed. Then her thoughts turned to home again. Was her mother all right? He wouldnt hurt her mother, would he?
He never had before.
You never left him before.
Her mother was famous. Even if she were impaired now, people would notice if Claudia Hayes had an accident. The story would make the papers. Hannah would know if her mother wasnt all right.
Hannah glanced toward her phone and felt almost desperate enough to dial the home where her mother resided. But the roar of a motorcycle in the drive and then the sound of light footsteps and the jingling of tiny bells on her stairs saved her. Then she remembered. Taz still thought they were going to dinner.
Knock, knock, rang a cheery, determined voice.
Hannah started silently for the door.
Youre supposed to say whos there, the voice jeered.
For once Hannah was almost glad she had a pushy, overly friendly neighbor.
A plump dark arm pushed the door open, and Hannah gave a little shriek of delight when she saw the wild creature gilded in her doorway by the fiery sunshine.
Taz, is that you?
Taz, is that you?
Sister Tasmania!
The short black woman in her late twenties looked older than she was and tougher, too, but in a good way. People took Taz seriously in spite of her tendency to be flamboyant.
Tonight Taz had bells on her gold, strappy sandals, so she jingled when she pranced across the threshold. Dont you dare say youre too busy to go out and eat again!
Taz whirled to a chorus of more tinkling bells. How do you like the new me? Taz shot her a hot white smile. Waist-length black braids danced about her wide, golden face. She barely came up to Hannahs shoulders; still, she exuded the presence of a woman ten times her size. Unlike Katherine, she wasnt scary or intimidating. Taz was plump and inviting, and men of all ages, classes and races threw themselves at her.
Not that any of them have ever been someone I can take home to my grandmother, Taz had confided to Hannah one afternoon when Tazs phone hadnt quit ringing. Like Hannah, Taz had a weakness for bad boys.
Whoa. What did you do to your hair? Hannah asked.
At least a hundred braids fell about Tasmanias voluptuous shoulders. A pleated gown that made her look Egyptian swirled around her hips as she danced about the kitchen.
You definitely got carried away this time.
I told my man to take a hike. Then I got me a massage and a makeover. She wiggled a foot and showed off painted green toenails.
You dont look much like a high school principal.
Dont want to, either. Not tonight, anyway. Taz laughed.
Tinkerbell with Egyptian braids.
Who rides a motorcycle, too. She pushed past Hannah and slapped a hot pink card onto the counter. Got my new business cards. You got a beer?
Just chardonnay.
Taz frowned. How did your deposition with Mr. Billboard go?
Hannahs eyebrows furrowed.
Bad, huh? Well, you got to him. A friend of mine who works for the handsome no-good told me. He was so upset after you left, he kicked a door.
Hannah beamed. He fixed my flat, too.
Better watch yourself, girl. He definitely wants you in bed.
Hannah shrugged. He is handsome.
No man ever does the slightest thing to help you if he isnt enticed.
Hannah rolled her eyes and guzzled a big sip of wine.
Test my hypothesis some time. Youll see Im right. But I want to talk about this lawsuit stuff. Did I tell youIm being sued, too?
What? Why?
As if you need a why in south Texas. Butokayyou want the details. You know I broke up with Sid.
Right.
Well, the night before we broke up, wed had some pretty raucous sex. Sid was hungry, so I nuked him a leftover hamburger. The damn pickle fell out of the bun and burned hisermember. The man did carry on. He turned beet red. Im afraid I started laughing and couldnt stop.
You burned his pickle with a pickle and laughed and then you dumped him?
Yeah. Cause he got so mad when I laughed. I cant stand a man with no sense of humor.
You shouldnt have laughed.
You should have heard the mean things he called me. It wasnt fair. If he wouldnt have been talking and eating at the same time the hot pickle wouldnt haveSo, its his fault! But his lawyer, he says its my fault Sid cant make love to his new woman.
If you go to court, lose the braids.
Hell, now I wished Id bobbed his pink pickle or something. Then he wouldnt be worried he cant put it where he shouldnt.
You are mad.
I got served with a bunch of legal stuff at school today. What I need is to go out and distract myself. Where are we going to supper? What about a bar, too?
Hannah opened the fridge and got out the bottle of wine. Then she sifted through her sink and washed two wineglasses.
Dont bother drying. Taz grabbed a wet glass and poured. She took a sip and choked. Then she emptied a teaspoon of sugar into her wineglass and swirled it.
Hannah read Tazs new hot-pink business card. Let Sister Tasmania make your wishes come true. Defeat your enemies. And your rivals. If you have a problem with the past, present, future, marriage, business, finance or health, Sister will help you out. There is no burden too great for her to lift from your heavy heart. She succeeds where others fail. Hannah set the card down and laughed. Youre supposed to be a school principal.
Not for long. That was my grandmothers dream. Im opening myself a little business on the side, something more spiritual, so I have more time to stay in touch with whatevers out there.
Hannah lifted the pink card again. Oh, boy, do I have a burden.
Mr. Billboard?
Hes one problem, yes.
You want him off the case? Jump his bones. The man has a weakness for the ladies. Get him on your side.
I loathe him.
Baby, dont you know thatll just make the sex better? I hated Sid half the nights we did it.
Im not like that, Hannah said. I want to love the next man.
Youre one hot lady. I can tell that about you. Taz pursed her lips. Even with sugar, your wine is so-o dry. It doesnt quench my thirst at all.
Sugar! I cant believe you put sugar in
Lets go out for a beer. And no salad bar! I could do with something tasty like a burger, too.
No more burgers. Hannah crossed her heart. I made a vow. Besides, after your hot-pickle adventure, I wouldnt think youd want
I blame Sidnot burgers!
With a shake of her head, Hannah pointed toward the back of the house. Im sorry Taz. We already ate. You know I cant go because Georgias
You ate already? Thats just like you. Since Ive known you, you have never gone out. Not once. Youre going to go crazy if you dont get out of the house at night at least once. Youre going to snap. Ive seen it happen.
Hannah could almost feel it happening.
Im really sorry, Taz.
I have a girlfriend with some kids two houses down wholl sit.
Taz, no Just the thought of leaving Georgia alone with a stranger at night scared her.
The phone rang before Hannah could say no again. She covered the phone and mouthed to Taz that it was Zoë. Ive got to schedule an appointment with her.
Zoë? Tasmanias eyebrows arched as Hannah rummaged through her purse for her calendar. The doctors wife?
Hannah shook her head.
Oh, right, the new clientthe shady lady from Shady Lomas, whos here looking for a house in town, Veronica Holidays editor? Shes here? Now?
Hannah nodded as she pulled out her calendar. In that new beach hotel.
Ask her to meet us at the bar in her hotel.
Hannah covered the mouthpiece. Im not going out. Besides, shes married and pregnant.
All the more reason for her to get outbefore the baby comes and ties her down. This is fate.
Hannah sighed. Youre hopeless.
She flipped her dog-eared calendar to the right page and jumped. Stuck between the pages was that darn picture of her in the thong bikini that shed accidentally given Joe Campbell.
Tell her were going out, Taz insisted. This feels destined. Besides, we had a date.