“Why did you follow me?”
Kate jumped at the sound of Jeanette’s voice, turned and saw her standing at the end of the apartment’s short front hallway. Kate had left Jack down on the sidewalk and had been expecting an empty apartment.
Jeanette was dressed for bed in her usual—an XXXL T-shirt that hung off one thin shoulder and reached almost to the knees of her long slim tanned legs; tonight’s was emblazoned with the cover of the Indigo Girls’ Come On Now Social album. Her dark shoulder-length hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. Her brown eyes fixed Kate with a reproachful stare.
Kate’s first thought was, How does she know? Then she remembered the figure she’d thought she’d seen at the window of the Holdstock house. She’d had the impression it was a man but it must have been Jeanette.
And then guilt scalded her. She’d sneaked out behind the woman she loved and followed her like a cop tailing a criminal. But she’d done it out of concern.
“Because I’m worried about you, Jeanette. You’re just not yourself and I—”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Kate sensed no anger in her voice, no threat, yet something in the words, a subliminal note in her tone, raised gooseflesh along her arms.
“I couldn’t help myself. I’m so worried.”
“Don’t be. I’m fine. In fact I’ve never been better.”
“But we never talk, and—”
“We’ll talk soon,” Jeanette said. “We’ll talk as we’ve never talked before. I promise.”
And then she turned and walked away toward the study at the rear of the apartment.
Kate trailed after her. “How about now?”
“No. Not now. But soon.”
“Please, Jeanette. I’m…lonely without you.”
Jeanette stopped and turned at the study door. “That’s only temporary. Soon you’ll never be alone or lonely again.”
Kate was struck dumb. Before she could respond Jeanette closed the study door. Kate heard the click of the lock, just as she’d heard it every night since Jeanette had moved out of the bedroom. She felt her throat tighten.
I am not going to cry. I am not.
She was a grown woman, a mother of two, and a seasoned physician. She was an expert problem-solver, and she would solve this one. Somehow. And she would do it without tears.
Trouble was, she couldn’t find a handle for this problem. Perhaps because her heart was breaking.
Kate stood in the center of the living room and looked around. Hardwood floors, an oriental rug, functional furniture, paintings by local artists picked up at street fairs—some they’d picked out together. The kitchen-dining area at the far end, which was not very far at all. A small, two-bedroom apartment with the second small bedroom converted to a study/office where Jeanette worked when she telecommuted to Long Island. She worked for a software company that designed custom databases for businesses. She could do a stand-up routine with her store of quips about the underdeveloped bodies and overdeveloped brains of the nerdy twentysomethings she worked with. A good dozen years older than most of them, she’d said she felt like a den mother most of the time.
But now her home office was back to being a bedroom. Four nights ago Jeanette had moved out of their bed to sleep on the couch in the office. No fight—they never fought—not even a mild disagreement. She’d simply picked up her pillow and moved out of the room. When Kate had asked—begged—for an explanation, all Jeanette would say was, “It’s only for a little while. We’ll be back together again soon.”
Kate wandered into the little kitchen and saw the edge of a crumpled-up white paper bag sticking out of the garbage pail top. As she pushed it farther down to allow the lid to close she spotted the red and yellow McDonald’s logo and froze.
McDonald’s?
She pulled out the bag and found a Big Mac container inside and her heart sank. More proof of the change in Jeanette who’d lived her entire adult life as a strict vegetarian. She wouldn’t even eat eggs. Until now.
Kate leaned against the counter and ran the events of the past week or so through her head again, trying to make some sense of it all.
Jeanette had come home from the hospital her cheerful, acerbic old self, so wonderfully upbeat that the experimental protocol had worked. Like a condemned prisoner with an unexpected reprieve from death row.
But slowly she’d begun to change. Kate hadn’t noticed it at first, but looking back now she could identify the subtle initial signs of Jeanette’s progressive withdrawal. Sitting and staring out a window instead of rattling off her usual running commentary as she read the paper; gradually she abandoned the paper altogether, stopped listening to music, lost interest in TV. Originally she’d said she wanted to use her medical leave to work on her pet project—a CD-ROM-based interactive drama for women—but spent less and less time at her computer with every passing day; even stopped mentioning her plans for Int-HER-active, Inc., the company she hoped to start someday.
Silence. It gave Kate the creeps because this little apartment had always been filled with the sounds of life: music, the TV, sound clips from the computer—a multimedia melange combined with constant chatter. At thirty-eight Jeanette was a quasi-activist lesbian who had been out since her teens; Kate was a middle class mom of forty-four who still wasn’t ready to come out. Their different perspectives had made for endless hours of lively discussion.
Until now.
And food. Whenever Kate was up from Trenton, and that was every other weekend, they’d always gone out of their way to whip up at least one elaborate meal. But now Jeanette had lost all interest in cooking, leaving it to Kate. Not that Kate minded—after all, she was here to help all she could—but Jeanette could at least show some interest in the food. She consumed hearty portions but didn’t seem to care what was on the plate. Homemade eggplant rollatini and Kraft macaroni and cheese straight out of the box were non-greeted as equals.
And then Jeanette had begun her disappearing acts, leaving without a word of explanation, without even saying good-bye.
Kate sighed. She felt helpless, and she wasn’t used to that. An alien feeling…
Alien…that was what Jeanette had become. This was like an episode of the X-Files, or Twilight Zone. Jeanette seemed to be turning into someone else, a remote being who sneaked out to prayer meetings or whatever they were.
And tonight the surreality had been compounded by a strange woman giving Kate a phone number that turned out to belong to her brother.
Jack…he’d become someone else too, an unsettling someone else.
Was the whole world going mad, or just her?
But at least she still recognized her brother. Some of the old Jackie she’d known was still part of the new Jack; she wished she could say the same about Jeanette. And despite all his changes she’d found something intensely likable about the new Jack, something solid and dependable. She sensed that the boy she’d known had grown into an upright man, one who’d do what he said he’d do, honor his word, stay the course…all those old-fashioned virtues that might seem corny and hokey in this city, in this time.
The incident with that razor-wielding youth had left her shaken, but when Jack had put his arm around her on the walk home she’d felt so…safe. Was that the right word? Yes. Safe. As if an impenetrable transparent shield had slipped over her.
Feeling as if her limbs were cast in lead, Kate dropped into a chair. She grabbed the remote and thumbed the POWER button, not caring what was on so long as it broke this unbearable silence.
Fox News…and someone talking about a mass murder on the subway. Her first thought was of Jack, fear that he might have been caught in the gunfire, then she realized they were talking about something that had happened hours ago.
She shook her head…big sister still worrying about little brother, when it had been abundantly clear tonight that little brother was quite capable of taking care of himself.
But what about big sister? She wasn’t doing too well.
Something Jeanette had said tonight sifted back to her.
We’ll talk soon…we’ll talk as we’ve never talked before. I promise.
It had sounded so sincere…a ray of hope. Why didn’t it make her feel better?
And what else had she said?
Soon you’ll never be alone again.
What did that mean?
One day at a time, Kate thought. That’s the way I’ll have to deal with this…one day at a time.