“You’ve done it again.”
“I got lucky.”
“Your client got lucky. Lucky to have you as an attorney. You must be feeling wonderful.”
Winning cases made her feel good. Being with Adam made her feel wonderful. “Yes.”
“I have something important to tell you,” Adam said. “Can you meet me for a drink this afternoon?”
Jennifer’s heart sank. There was only one thing Adam could have to tell her: He was never going to see her again.
“Yes. Yes, of course…”
“Mario’s? Six o’clock?”
“Fine.”
She gave the roses to Cynthia.
Adam was waiting in the restaurant, seated at a back table. So he won’t be embarrassed if I get hysterical, Jennifer thought. Well, she was determined not to cry. Not in front of Adam.
She could tell from his gaunt, haggard face what he had been going through, and she intended to make this as easy as possible for him. Jennifer sat down and Adam took her hand in his.
“Mary Beth is giving me a divorce,” Adam said, and Jennifer stared at him, speechless.
It was Mary Beth who had begun the conversation. They had returned from a fund-raising dinner where Adam had been the main speaker. The evening had been an enormous success. Mary Beth had been quiet during the ride home, a curious tension about her.
Adam said, “I thought the evening went well, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Adam.”
Nothing more was said until they reached the house.
“Would you like a nightcap?” Adam asked.
“No, thank you. I think we should have a talk.”
“Oh? About what?”
She looked at him and said, “About you and Jennifer Parker.”
It was like a physical blow. Adam hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to deny it or—
“I’ve known it for some time. I haven’t said anything because I wanted to make up my mind about what to do.”
“Mary Beth, I—”
“Please let me finish. I know that our relationship hasn’t been—well—all we hoped it would be. In some ways, perhaps I haven’t been as good a wife as I should have been.”
“Nothing that’s happened is your fault. I—”
“Please, Adam. This is very difficult for me. I’ve made a decision. I’m not going to stand in your way.”
He looked at her unbelievingly. “I don’t—”
“I love you too much to hurt you. You have a brilliant political future ahead of you. I don’t want anything to spoil that. Obviously, I’m not making you completely happy. If Jennifer Parker can make you happy, I want you to have her.”
He had a feeling of unreality, as though the whole conversation were taking place underwater. “What will happen to you?”
Mary Beth smiled. “I’ll be fine, Adam. Don’t worry about me. I have my own plans.”
“I—I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s no need to say anything. I’ve said it all for both of us. If I held on to you and made you miserable, it wouldn’t do either of us any good, would it? I’m sure Jennifer’s lovely or you wouldn’t feel about her the way you do.” Mary Beth walked over to him and took him in her arms. “Don’t look so stricken, Adam. What I’m doing is the best thing for everyone.”
“You’re remarkable.”
“Thank you.” She gently traced his face with her fingertips and smiled. “My dearest Adam. I’ll always be your best friend. Always.” Then she came closer and put her head on his shoulder. He could hardly hear her soft voice. “It’s been such a long time since you held me in your arms, Adam. You wouldn’t have to tell me you love me, but would you—would you like to—hold me in your arms once more and make love to me? Our last time together?”
Adam was thinking of this now as he said to Jennifer, “The divorce was Mary Beth’s idea.”
Adam went on talking, but Jennifer was no longer listening to the words; she was only hearing the music. She felt as though she were floating, soaring. She had steeled herself for Adam to tell her he could never see her again—and now this! It was too much to absorb. She knew how painful the scene with Mary Beth must have been for Adam, and Jennifer had never loved Adam more than she did at this moment. She felt as though a crushing load had been lifted from her chest, as though she could breathe again.
Adam was saying, “Mary Beth was wonderful about it. She’s an incredible woman. She’s genuinely happy for both of us.”
“That’s hard to believe.”
“You don’t understand. For some time now we’ve lived more like…brother and sister. I’ve never discussed it with you, but—” he hesitated and said carefully, “Mary Beth doesn’t have strong…drives.”
“I see.”
“She’d like to meet you.”
The thought of it disturbed Jennifer. “I don’t think I could, Adam. I’d feel—uncomfortable.”
“Trust me.”
“If—if you want me to, Adam, of course.”
“Good, darling. We’ll go for tea. I’ll drive you out.”
Jennifer thought for a moment. “Wouldn’t it be better if I went alone?”
The following morning, Jennifer drove out the Saw Mill River Parkway, headed upstate. It was a crisp, clear morning, a lovely day for a drive. Jennifer turned on the car radio and tried to forget her nervousness about the meeting facing her.