The Shadow Wife - Diane Chamberlain [107]
“I remember the party Rusty and I gave where I was hoping to fix Mara and Liam up without their knowing it,” she said. She smiled at Liam, and he looked at her. “I remember the exact moment when it clicked for both of them.”
“When?” He looked curious.
“We were all sitting around my living room, remember? And everyone was playing instruments. And you and Mara had your guitars. And you started playing that song…I don’t remember the title…the Joan Baez song that goes, ‘Show me the something, show me the—’”
“‘There But for Fortune,’” Liam said.
“Right. And you were singing, and suddenly Mara started singing and playing the same song, in perfect harmony with you, and you two were looking at each other across the room, and it was like there was this invisible thread connecting you, and neither of you knew anyone else was there. And I was thinking, yes! I just knew once the two of you met it would be like that.”
Pursing his lips, Liam nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “it was a good call on your part. And you were playing a pan and a spoon, right?”
“No, I had the comb and the tissue paper,” she said. “Rusty had the pan and spoon. The instrument of least effort.”
“Rusty was a pill,” Liam said. “It’s good you ditched him.”
“He ditched me,” she said, “but never mind.”
They fell silent, and Joelle glanced at Mara. Her gaze was on Carlynn, and it surprised her that she was not looking at Liam, since he was well within her range. She wasn’t smiling, but her face looked relaxed, as though the massage was soothing her.
“I’ve got one,” Liam said. “Talking about Rusty reminded me of it.”
“Do we have to talk about Rusty?” she asked.
“Remember the time we all went to San Diego for a few days?”
She nodded. “Over Christmas.”
“Right, and I don’t know where we were, somewhere in San Diego County, I guess, or maybe not, but out in that place you had heard about that had pocket canyons and other strange rock formations and—”
“Oh, no,” she said, starting to laugh as she remembered the hour-long hike that had turned into four rather scary hours.
“You swore you knew where you were going, and we followed you like we trusted you,” Liam said.
“I had a map. It’s just that we got turned around some how.”
“There were those weird hills or dunes or whatever they were. And you kept saying, ‘Our car is parked right over that hill,’ and we’d climb over it, which would take a half hour, and then all we’d see in front of us was…”
“Another hill.” She laughed. “But see? We can laugh about it now.”
“I don’t remember laughing at the time,” Liam said. “I thought Rusty was going to divorce you the moment we actually did find the car.”
“And remember Mara had taken a whole roll of pictures of us goofing around in the pocket canyon and then realized she had no film in her camera?”
Liam laughed. “Oh, I felt so sorry for her.” He leaned over and squeezed Mara’s arm, giving Carlynn a look that said, “Try and stop me,” but Carlynn only smiled at him.
“Do you remember what happened on the beach?” Joelle said. “That same trip. In Coronado, I think. We were lying there and a gull flew over and—”
Liam interrupted her with a groan. “Not my favorite memory,” he said. “Mara wouldn’t kiss me for a week.”
“God, it was funny,” Joelle said.
“Do you remember that E.R. case, where we called Mara in to do a psych consult?” Liam asked.
“Which one?”
“The pregnant woman who was in a car accident and her arm was nearly—”
“Oh, yes!” Joelle started laughing. “Her arm was hanging by a thread, and all she kept saying was that she thought her pierced belly button was infected.”
“I can still hear Mara,” Liam said. “Remember? She went into the treatment room wearing that professional expression she was so good at, and said, ‘Your belly button is fine, but your arm is falling off.”’ He looked at Carlynn, who was not smiling. She appeared to be deeply focused on Mara’s face. Liam shrugged. “I guess you had to be there,” he said, and Joelle chuckled.
“I remember the time we called Mara in for that woman who was using her vagina as a bank,” she said, “and—”