“I majored in art, but I had to take other classes, too,” Emily pointed out.

“I did, too. But I never took one that included poetry.”

“That’s because you majored in business.”

“Exactly,” Marge cut in. “Just because you botched your education, there’s no need to put Emily on the defensive.”

“I’m not putting her on the defensive. And I didn’t botch my education… I was just making conversation.”

“Don’t let him scare you off, Emily,” Marge said. “He might be a bit lowbrow, but he’s got good qualities, too.”

Emily laughed. “I hope so. It’s been more than two years. I’d hate to think I’ve been slumming with him all this time.”

“I’m right here,” I said to both of them. “I can hear you.”

Emily giggled, this time joined by Marge. Liz wore a benevolent expression.

“Don’t let them get to you, Russ,” Liz said, laying a hand on my arm. “If they keep picking on you, then you and I can go tour the greenhouse, and we’ll hold hands and make them jealous.”

“Did you hear that, Marge?” I said. “Liz is hitting on me.”

“Good luck,” Marge shrugged. “I know her type, and you’re not it. You’ve got a little too much of those Y chromosomes for her.”

“That’s a shame. Because I know a hundred guys who would probably jump at the chance to go out with her.”

Marge smiled at Liz. “Of that I have no doubt.”

Liz blushed and I caught Emily’s eye. In response, she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I think they’re perfect together.”

“I know,” I whispered back. “I do, too.”

Even as I said it, guilt began to eat away at me with renewed fury. Less than a week later, I told her about the Mistake.

Why couldn’t I have kept my mouth shut?

“No bruising? No cuts or blood or frantic calls to 911?”

After I dropped London off at school the next day, I found Marge waiting in my kitchen. I’d called her that morning to tell her about my visit with Vivian, but she’d told me to hold off because she wanted the full account in person.

“London’s still sore, but she’s doing fine.”

“I wasn’t talking about London. I meant you. Or, I guess I could have been talking about Vivian, too. Depending on how angry she made you.”

“It was good,” I assured her. “Surprisingly pleasant, in fact.”

“What does that even mean?’

“She wasn’t angry, and she didn’t make me feel like the accident was my fault. She was… nice.”

“You do understand that it wasn’t your fault,” she said. “That’s why they call them accidents.”

“I know,” I said, wondering whether I fully believed it.

Marge turned and coughed; when she reached for her inhaler, I noticed that she looked a little drawn.

“Are you okay? You were coughing a lot the other night,” I said, frowning.

“Tell me about it. Last week, I spent two days locked in a room with a client who was sick as a dog. Then, swell guy that he was, he called to let me know he had bronchitis.”

“Have you seen a doctor?”

“I went by the urgent care over the weekend. The doctor thinks it’s probably viral, which means he didn’t prescribe anything. I’m just hoping I have it completely behind me by the time Liz and I leave for Costa Rica.”

“When is that trip again?”

“The twentieth until the twenty-eighth.”

“I wonder what it would be like to have time for a vacation,” I mused, feeling a little sorry for myself.

“It’s wonderful,” Marge shot back. “Whining, on the other hand, is less than appealing. How are you and Emily getting along? Did you tell her what happened to London?”

“I spoke with her last night. After Vivian left.”

“Ah.”

“What do you mean by ‘ah’?”

“You know the old saying: The quickest way to get over someone is to get over someone else.”

“Classy.”

“Don’t blame me,” she said. “I didn’t invent the expression. And we both know it goes for women, too. As in, the quickest way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

“Emily and I are just friends.”

She reached over and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Keep telling yourself that, little brother.”

After Marge left, getting to the office was easy, but immersing myself in work was more elusive. While the emotional intensity of the last two days didn’t come close to rivaling the days immediately following Vivian’s announcement that she was in love with Spannerman, my reserves were low. Too much had happened in too short a time; it hadn’t even been a month since all the upheaval began.

Nonetheless, there were things to do. At the top of the agenda was ensuring that the filming of Taglieri’s fourth commercial was on track. By the time I reconfirmed everything, I was surprised to see an email from the editor, stating that the editing for the third commercial, the one featuring the child actress, was complete.

Because the third commercial had turned out so well, my instincts were to start airing both the initial one as well as the third, right away. I left a message at Taglieri’s office suggesting that, and soon received the go-ahead. As I locked in the schedule with the cable company, I felt a familiar thrill at the thought that my work – and my company – would soon reach hundreds of thousands of people.