“That’s amazing,” I said.

“Like I said, I was lucky.”

“It’s more than luck. But it makes me feel bad.”

“Why?”

“Because I was the cause of all that hurt and angst. What I did to you is still one of my biggest regrets and I’m sorry.”

“You already apologized for that a long time ago,” she responded.

“I know. But still.”

“Guilt is a wasted emotion, Russ. That’s what my mom tells me, anyway. Besides, I could have probably handled it better, too.”

“You handled it fine.”

“If you say so. What I can say is that my career wouldn’t be where it is without that experience. And my marriage wouldn’t have lasted as long as it did, either. Let’s just say I had to learn to forgive.”

“David had an affair?”

“Not just one. Many.”

“Why did you stay?”

She nodded toward Bodhi. “Because of him. David may have been a terrible husband, but he was also Bodhi’s hero. Still is, I’m sure.” She paused before she shook her head. “And there I go again, talking about my ex.”

“It’s all right.”

She was quiet for a moment. “You know what the hardest thing is about being divorced? It’s like I’m not even sure what it means to be a single, independent adult. I pretty much went from you to David, and now here I am, with no idea what I’m supposed to be doing. Between work and Bodhi, it’s not like I have time to hang out in bars or go to parties. And frankly, that’s never been my style anyway. It’s just that…” I could see a trace of sadness in her expression as she searched for the right words. “It isn’t the life I ever imagined. Half the time, I feel like a stranger in my own skin.”

“I can’t imagine what it would be like to be single.”

“I don’t like it. But believe me, the other option is sometimes even worse.”

I nodded, unsure what to say. In time, she sighed and went on. “I’m just glad I’m able to work from home. Otherwise it would have been harder on Bodhi than it already is.”

“He seems like a happy child to me.”

“Most of the time, he is. But every now and then, he melts down.”

“I think that’s true of every child. Even London can throw a mean temper tantrum.”

“Yeah?”

I told her about the previous weekend. When I finished, Emily wore an uncertain expression.

“Wait a minute. When Vivian got home, she didn’t take London to the blueberry farm?” she asked.

“She said it was too hot so they went to the mall instead. London didn’t seem to mind. I think she was happy because her mom was home. She’s still getting used to the idea that Vivian is working while I take care of her.”

“From what I can tell, you’re doing a good job with her.”

“I’m not so sure. Half the time, I feel like I’m faking it.”

“So do I. That’s normal.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I love Bodhi, but it’s not like I wake up excited about bringing him to the dentist or helping him clean his room or running him here and there. That’s normal. It’s the stuff of parenting.”

“I still feel like I’m not doing enough. Yesterday and this morning, I worked and pretty much left her on her own. I mean, I was there and kept an eye on her, but it’s not like I spent meaningful time with her.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure she was fine. And you’ll get better at the whole balance between work and parenting thing. Look at today. You successfully set up your first playdate.”

That I did. “Thanks,” I said. “I’ll pick her up from your place as soon as I’m done.”

“Sounds great.”

“Of course, you’re forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re going to need my address, aren’t you? And my phone number?” She reached for her phone. “Give me your number and I’ll text you the info.”

I gave it to her just as the kids reached the table.

“Hi, Mom. We’re done,” Bodhi announced.

“Did you have fun?”

“We climbed to the top.”

“I saw that. You’re a great climber. And guess what? London is coming over on Monday to meet Noodle.”

Both of their faces lit up. “Really? Thanks, Mom! Can she bring Mr. and Mrs. Sprinkles?”

When Emily looked to me, I raised my hands. “It’s your call. But they have a travel cage.”

“Why not?” Emily answered. “I’m sure Noodle will just love that.”

I laughed before we said our goodbyes, and as London and I began walking to the car, I felt a twinge of unease at the thought that I’d had lunch with Emily, something I hadn’t done with Vivian in a long time, and that the conversation had seemed anything but forced.

But I was probably making too much of it, wasn’t I?

CHAPTER 11

And Then There Was One

Emily had told me that guilt was a wasted emotion, but I’m not so sure about that. I understood the point she was making – that it does nothing to change the past – but guilt was a tool my mom used effectively as she raised Marge and me. “Clean your plate – there are starving people in the world” was a common expression, especially when Mom served up leftover surprise, which was an accurate description of the dish. Whatever was left over in the fridge at the end of the week was either tossed together in a stew or covered with lasagna noodles and Marge and I would wonder how teriyaki beef and fettuccini chicken could possibly be paired in a way that didn’t make us gag. Some other common ones – “If you really cared about this family, you’d take out the garbage,” and, “Maybe one day you’ll love your mom enough to sweep the back porch” – all had the effect of making my shoulders cave in and wonder how I could be such an awful child.