A familiar voice said quietly, “Hello, Josephine.” She turned and he was standing at her side and she looked into his eyes and it was as though they had never been apart, as though they still belonged to each other. The years had stamped a maturity on his face, added a sprinkling of gray to his sideburns. But he had not changed, he was still David, her David. Yet they were strangers.
He was saying, “I’m very sorry about your mother.”
And she heard herself replying, “Thank you, David.”
As though they were reciting lines from a play.
“I have to talk to you. Can you meet me tonight?” There was an urgent pleading in his voice.
She thought of the last time they had been together and of the hunger in him then and the promise and the dreams. She said, “All right, David.”
“The lake? Do you have a car?”
She nodded.
“I’ll meet you there in an hour.”
Cissy was standing in front of a mirror, naked, getting ready to dress for a dinner party when David arrived home. He walked into her bedroom and stood there watching her. He could judge his wife with complete dispassion, for he felt no emotion whatsoever toward her. She was beautiful. Cissy had taken care of her body, keeping it in shape with diet and exercise. It was her primary asset and David had reason to believe that she was liberal in sharing it with others, her golf coach, her ski teacher, her flight instructor. But David could not blame her. It had been a long time since he had gone to bed with Cissy.
In the beginning, he had really believed that she would give him a divorce when Mama Kenyon died. But David’s mother was still alive and flourishing. David had no way of knowing whether he had been tricked or whether a miracle had taken place. A year after their marriage, David had said to Cissy, “I think it’s time we talked about that divorce.”
Cissy had said, “What divorce?” And when she saw the astonished look on his face she laughed. “I like being Mrs. David Kenyon, darling. Did you really think I was going to give you up for that little Polish whore?”
He had slapped her.
The following day he had gone to see his attorney. When David was finished talking, the attorney said, “I can get you the divorce. But if Cissy is set on hanging on to you, David, it’s going to be bloody expensive.”
“Get it.”
When Cissy had been served the divorce papers, she had locked herself in David’s bathroom and had swallowed an overdose of sleeping pills. It had taken David and two servants to smash the heavy door. Cissy had hovered on the brink of death for two days. David had visited her in the private hospital where she had been taken.
“I’m sorry, David,” she had said. “I don’t want to live without you. It’s as simple as that.”
The following morning, he had dropped the divorce suit.
That had been almost ten years ago, and David’s marriage had become an uneasy truce. He had completely taken over the Kenyon empire and he devoted all of his energies to running it. He found physical solace in the strings of girls he kept in the various cities around the world to which his business carried him. But he had never forgotten Josephine.
David had no idea how she felt about him. He wanted to know, and yet he was afraid to find out. She had every reason to hate him. When he had heard the news about Josephine’s mother, David had gone to the funeral parlor just to look at Josephine. The moment he saw her, he knew that nothing had changed. Not for him. The years had been swept away in an instant, and he was as much in love with her as ever.
I have to talk to you…. meet me tonight….
All right, David….
The lake.
Cissy turned around as she saw David watching her in the pier glass. “You’d better hurry and change, David. We’ll be late.”
“I’m going to meet Josephine. If she’ll have me, I’m going to marry her. I think it’s time this farce ended, don’t you?”