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Here's to Us(42)
Author: Elin Hilderbrand

“It was my old boyfriend from home, Bo Tanner,” Scarlett said. “He was engaged to my best friend, Anne Carter. If I had ended up being pregnant, I think he would have broken up with her and married me. My life would have been totally different.”

Laurel turned right onto Quidnet Road. Scarlett pedaled faster to catch up. When she was back alongside Laurel, Laurel took a deep breath. There was no point in being anything but honest now. Deacon was dead.

“So… the woman Deacon took to the Virgin Islands? It was me.”

Scarlett gasped. “It was not!”

“It was,” Laurel said. She didn’t like Scarlett’s tone, conveying as it did that it couldn’t have been Laurel because Laurel was the discarded first wife and therefore undesirable. “I realize I’m not as glamorous as Belinda or as young and sweet and pretty as you—believe me, I’ve spent way too many hours bemoaning that. But you don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“It’s not that,” Scarlett said quickly. “It’s that you’re so… good.”

Laurel shrugged. The obsidian marble had escaped; Laurel imagined it rolling ahead of them. “I didn’t have any qualms about Belinda,” she said. “She stole Deacon right out from under me. But it wasn’t like I’d been lying in wait all those years to seek revenge. When Deacon left me for Belinda, a part of me understood. I mean, here was this kid, abandoned by his parents, shipped up to his aunt in a strange town, a total outcast at school, who ends up finding his calling, becoming a chef, and then… then… he meets someone as famous as Belinda Rowe, and she falls for him. I saw how that would have been impossible for Deacon to resist. He thought she could help his career, and she did. He got the job with Raindance, and then the new show. He traveled all over the country; he cooked for the president and the prime minister. All of that was good for Deacon.” Laurel shook her head, letting her hair fly out behind her. She couldn’t believe how freeing it was to finally tell someone this story. “When Deacon got arrested that time after going on Letterman? He called me. I went downtown and bailed him out.”

Laurel had seen all the bad press about the “teaspoon of crack cocaine” comment he’d made when Letterman asked him what was in his clams casino dip; she had read the statement issued by the Partnership for a Drug-Free America and had seen angry rantings against Deacon online, saying he was an emissary of Satan, glorifying drug use. Laurel acknowledged it was a poor choice of words, but, even as a social worker, she wasn’t offended. An emissary of Satan? Laurel couldn’t believe it when Deacon called saying that Belinda had eviscerated him and told him he was devaluing her “brand”—all because of some quip he’d made on late-night TV. Laurel assured Deacon that Belinda would be back; she was, as ever, simply being dramatic.

Later that night, Laurel received a second phone call from Deacon. He was at the police station near Washington Square Park. He had been arrested at Mischief Night, the restaurant owned by Quentin York. Deacon had thought it was a good idea to get really drunk and then show up at Mischief Night, bust in through the back door of the kitchen, and start teaching York’s staff how to cook. York had not been amused. He asked Deacon to leave, Deacon threw a punch, and York called the police.

Deacon said, Buck is on his honeymoon. I didn’t have anyone else to call.

Laurel retrieved Deacon from the police station, paid his fines, signed his paperwork, and got him back to his apartment, where she made him a pot of coffee and gave him aspirin. Neither of them slept that night. They talked and cried and talked some more, and at some point, they concocted the plan to get away together, to someplace neither of them had ever been. They wanted to go somewhere warm, somewhere tropical, somewhere low-key—and they decided on St. John.

“Deacon needed a friend,” Laurel said to Scarlett. “And I knew him best. Deacon was a very fragile man underneath it all.”

“I can’t believe it was you,” Scarlett said. “I asked him more than once, and he would never tell me who he took.”

This didn’t surprise Laurel. Deacon was good at keeping secrets.

She turned onto the road that led to the pond. There was a wide, crescent-shaped beach and a place to lock up the bikes. Laurel turned to make sure Scarlett was right behind her.

“I’m going to swim,” Laurel said.

“Me too,” Scarlett said.

“Are you wearing a bathing suit?” Laurel asked.

“No,” Scarlett said. “I’ll swim in my dress. I don’t care. I’m just so hot. And I’m so frazzled that I left my daughter in the care of a woman I don’t trust.”

“Ellery will be fine with Belinda,” Laurel said. “Belinda has two little girls the same age.”

“Who are being raised by a housekeeper,” Scarlett said.

Laurel headed out onto the golden sand, past beached kayaks and dories. On the far side of the pond, the lighthouse winked. There were kids building sand castles while their mothers read novels and unwrapped thick ham sandwiches from wax paper. People here were enjoying summertime just the way Laurel used to.

Laurel stripped down to her bikini and waded in. Scarlett was right alongside her, leaving her ruby-red slippers in the sand. Laurel had to admit, she was impressed. She would have thought Scarlett too prissy to swim in her dress.

They swam out together, matching stroke for stroke, which was a nice change from landlubber Belinda. Scarlett’s dress swirled around her in the water like blood. She came up with droplets of water caught in her long lashes.

“Why did you cut your hair?” Laurel asked.

Scarlett shrugged. “I did it as soon as I heard he was dead. He loved my hair, and what was the point of keeping it if he wasn’t around to appreciate it?”

Laurel didn’t know what to say. Scarlett Oliver’s very long, very dark tresses were her trademark. Laurel couldn’t believe she had butchered them. All she was left with now were her lashes, her cheekbones, her lips. Hayes had once made a comment about Scarlett being born in a male-fantasy factory. Laurel said, “You left for Savannah after…?”

“After Deacon went out, got drunk, and forgot Ellery at school,” Scarlett said. “Forgot his own daughter. He went to a strip club and persuaded one of the dancers there to let him drive her car up to Nantucket.”

“He told you about that?” Laurel said.

“Yes,” Scarlett said. “I knew there was no way he’d stayed at McCoy’s. Sarah, the bartender, knew what time Ellery got out of school because of all the other Tuesdays that Deacon went there to drink. She, at least, would have sent him on his way. When I pointed this out to Deacon and told him I was going to check out his story with Sarah, he broke down and confessed.”

“He told me nothing happened with the stripper,” Laurel said.

“Nothing happened except he was going to drive her up to Nantucket,” Scarlett said. “How could I not feel betrayed by that? And who knows if he was telling the truth? The whole time I was in Savannah, I kept waiting for him to call and say he’d gotten the girl pregnant. It was a betrayal, Laurel.”

Laurel knew the feeling only too well.

She had been in the apartment on West 119th Street, hanging out with Hayes after school. They had been looking at the globe. Hayes had been only seven years old, but even then he’d been fascinated by faraway countries: Malaysia, New Zealand, the Sudan. Deacon had walked into the apartment midafternoon, as usual. He went to Solo in the mornings to supervise prep, then came home and napped or watched TV and made love to Laurel before returning to the restaurant at five. On this day, Deacon had stood in the doorway watching Laurel and Hayes for a while. Normally when he did this, he wore an expression of love and wonder, as if he could not believe his great good fortune. Laurel felt this way all the time. She marveled at how they had changed from awkward freshmen sitting at the lunch table at Dobbs Ferry High School, into a small, perfect family. Laurel had been wondering how to broach the topic of having another baby. She feared Deacon would balk at the idea. He had taped three seasons of his show, Day to Night to Day with Deacon, and because of this, the world was starting to notice him. He had been asked to guest-chef in Chicago and L.A. He had been courted to join an all-star lineup at the food and wine festival in Aspen, although the invitation hadn’t included Laurel or Hayes. There was now the money for another baby, but maybe not the time.

   
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