Dana walked over to Jeff and put her arms around him. “Of course you must go.” Dana remembered the luncheon with Rachel and how wonderful she had been.
“I’ll be back in a day or two.”
Jeff was in Matt Baker’s office.
“I have an emergency situation, Matt. I have to leave for a few days.”
“Are you okay, Jeff?”
“Yes. It’s Rachel.”
“Your ex?”
Jeff nodded. “She just learned she has cancer.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Anyway, she needs a little moral support. I want to fly to Florida this afternoon.”
“You go ahead. I’ll have Maury Falstein fill in for you. Let me know how it goes.”
“I will. Thanks, Matt.”
Two hours later Jeff was on an airplane to Miami.
Dana’s most immediate problem was Kemal. I can’t go to Aspen without having someone reliable here to take care of him, Dana thought. But who can handle cleaning and laundry and the most ornery little boy in the world?
She telephoned Pamela Hudson. “I’m so sorry to bother you, Pamela, but I have to leave town for a little while, and I need someone to stay with Kemal. Would you happen to know of a good housekeeper with the patience of a saint?”
There was a moment’s silence. “It just so happens that I do. Her name is Mary Rowane Daley, and she worked for us years ago. She’s a treasure. Let me find her and have her call you.”
“Thanks,” Dana said.
An hour later Olivia said, “Dana, there’s a Mary Daley on the phone for you.”
Dana picked up the phone. “Mrs. Daley?”
“Yes. This is herself.” The warm voice had a rich Irish brogue. “Mrs. Hudson said you might be needing someone to take care of your son.”
“That’s right,” Dana said. “I have to go out of town for a day or two. I wonder if you could drop by early tomorrow morning—say, seven o’clock—so we can talk?”
“It’s sure I can. As luck would have it, I’m free at the moment.”
Dana gave Mrs. Daley her address.
“I’ll be there, Miss Evans.”
Mary Daley arrived the next morning promptly at seven. She appeared to be in her fifties, a dumpling of a woman, with a cheery manner and a bright smile. She shook hands with Dana.
“I’m very glad to meet you, Miss Evans. I watch you on the TV when I can.”
“Thank you.”
“And where’s the young lad of the house?”
Dana called out, “Kemal.”
A moment later Kemal came out of his room. He looked at Mrs. Daley and his expression said Freak.
Mrs. Daley smiled. “Kemal, is it? I’ve never met anyone named Kemal before. You look like a young devil.” She walked over to him. “You must tell me all the favorite things you like to eat. I’m a grand cook. We’re going to have a good time together, Kemal.”
I hope so, Dana thought prayerfully. “Mrs. Daley, will you be able to stay here with Kemal while I’m away?”
“Certainly, Miss Evans.”
“That’s wonderful,” Dana said gratefully. “I’m afraid there isn’t too much room. The sleeping accommodations are—”
Mrs. Daley smiled. “Don’t you worry. That fold-out couch will do nicely.”
Dana breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her watch. “Why don’t you come with me to drop Kemal off at school? Then you can pick him up at one-forty-five.”
“That will be fine.”
Kemal turned to Dana. “You’re going to come back, aren’t you, Dana?”
Dana put her arms around him. “Of course I’m going to come back to you, darling.”
“When?”
“I’ll be back in a few days.” With some answers.
When Dana arrived at the studio, on her desk was a small, beautifully wrapped package. She looked at it, curious, and opened it. Inside was a lovely gold pen. The card read “Dear Dana, have a safe trip.” It was signed The Gang.
Thoughtful. Dana put it into her purse.
At the same time Dana was boarding a plane, a man in a workman’s outfit rang the bell of the Whartons’ former apartment. The door opened and the new tenant looked at him, nodded, and closed the door. The man moved on to Dana’s apartment and rang the bell.