Page 73 of Private Pleasures

“I’ll share my Channel connection with you,” Carla said.

“No, thanks,” Nora told her. “I’m going home tomorrow, Carla. I want to be in my own house. Tomorrow I’ll order The Channel just to be with Kyle for an evening, but I won’t stay now. I’ll be back by morning as always. I have to see what Rick is going to do to protect me now. What if Jeff insists the house be sold so he can pay his lawyers? I know he’ll hire only the best.”

“Too bad she didn’t kill him when she beaned him with that vase,” Carla said.

Nora laughed. “I can’t say I disagree. Give me your cell. I’d better call the kids now, and let them know I’m okay. Were they too upset?”

“They wanted to come home,” Carla replied. “I talked them out of it.” She pulled out her cell. “Let me prepare them, okay?” Then she dialed.

J. J. cried learning his mother was awake and okay. He didn’t want to let her go to talk with his sister, but he finally did. “Can I come home next weekend?” he asked her.

“I’m not certain, honey,” Nora said. “There’s something else I have to tell you,” and she gently explained to her son that his father had been arrested for assaulting Heidi Millar. “I don’t want the media jumping all over you, and they might if you come home.”

“I’ll make a deal with you, Ma. If they come to campus, I get to come home, okay?”

“Okay,” Nora promised her son. “I’ll call you later this week, honey, alright?”

Jill was more pragmatic about her mother’s recovery. “I knew you’d pull out of it,” she said. “Do you need me home?”

“No,” Nora said, “but I’ve got something unpleasant to tell you, Jill,” and she went on to explain what had happened.

“Daddy beat her up? Geez, I wouldn’t have thought it of him,” Jill said.

“I don’t know,” Nora said. “I’m not certain when he’s being arraigned.”

“They’ve got to charge him, or they can’t hold him,” Jill said.

“I’m sure they will charge him, Jill. I can’t believe it of your father, but it does appear as if he is guilty,” Nora told her daughter. “Watch out for the media. Daddy was prominent in his business.”

“Roger!” Jill replied. “Sure you don’t need me home?”

“I think under the circumstances it’s better if we’re scattered,” Nora answered her daughter. “I’ve got to go, honey. I haven’t called Grandma yet. Bye, now.”

The last number Carla got for Nora was Margo’s. “Hey, Margo, Carla. No! Everything is okay. In fact it’s better than okay. Nora woke up. She’s in terrific shape, and Dr. Sam let her come home. She’s with me tonight. I’m going to put her on now. Bye, Margo.”

“Mom?” Nora’s voice was strong.

“My God, darling, you had us all terrified,” Margo said. “What happened to you?”

“You got me, Ma,” Nora told her mother. “Everyone is mystified, including me. How are you, and how is that sexy Southern gentleman of yours?”

“Taylor is just grand. Persistent, but grand,” Margo answered her daughter. “Now, Nora, I want you to ask Dr. Sam when you can fly. You’re coming down here to recuperate, darling, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Ma, I can’t,” Nora said. “A rather nasty problem has come up. It’s Jeff. He’s been arrested for assault with intent to do bodily harm, and rape. He beat up his girlfriend, and she says he raped her when she said no to sex.”

“My God!” Margo exclaimed. “Thank heavens it wasn’t you, darling. I never did like that man. I’m so glad your father isn’t alive to see the truth. But why can’t you come down? I mean surely you aren’t going to defend him, are you?”

“No, no,” Nora assured her parent, “but you see, Ma, everything is still up in the air. I never signed the settlement, and now Rick says I shouldn’t until we see what’s going to happen. So I’m kind of stuck here for the time being.”

Margo Edwards sighed. “Well, I suppose you do have to stay until it’s all straightened out. I’ll tell you one thing, Nora. I am very glad that neither of Jeff’s parents is alive to see this either. His father in particular would be mortified. I always thought the mother sweet, but a bit of a mouse. Oh, I have to go! Here’s Taylor. I’ll tell him the good news. And the bad while we drive to lunch. There is an absolutely darling new little restaurant on the beach about fifteen miles from here. Everyone says the food is heavenly. You’re at Carla’s? I’ll call you later. Bye, now!”

Nora smiled to herself as her mother rang off. Margo was Margo. She never changed, and it was certainly comforting. Everyone was fine, and her little adventure hadn’t really harmed anyone. She looked around Carla’s cozy guest bedroom. It was sweet, but she longed for her penthouse, or was it just Kyle for whom she was longing? Lord, she had only been gone a few hours, and she was already itchy. She needed him so badly. She wasn’t going to sleep a wink tonight, she thought.

By evening the story was all over the news—print, television, and radio.

It was a slow news day and the arrest of the golden boy and partner of the most prestigious advertising agency in the country had great salacious value. A couple of Jeff’s more clever campaigns were mentioned, and their commercials shown. Then came the tale of the wronged wife, just out of a life-threatening coma, and the ambitious blond mistress. The story had everything, and it took people’s minds off the war and the economy.

The remote van from the city’s two biggest stations appeared outside of Nora’s house. She was glad she wasn’t there. Eager young reporters began making the rounds of Ansley Court, knocking on doors and asking questions. The Pietro d’Angelo twins were surrounded as they got home from school, with one anchor badgering them until Tiff came flying out of her house, the protective and avenging mother to rescue her children.