The War of the Roses

'I'll talk to Thurmont and get back to you,' Goldstein said, getting up. 'From here on in, we talk to your wife only through Thurmont.'

'And I pay for both?'

'I don't make the rules.'

'Just the money.'

'I don't make the divorces, either.'

'But it wasn't my fault,' Oliver protested.

'It was mine?'

Oliver, sorry now he had engaged Goldstein, was more confused than ever.

'Have you moved out yet?' Goldstein asked as Oliver rose.

'No. Perhaps tonight. I can't seem to manage it.' 'Why not?'

'I'm not sure,' Oliver replied, wondering about his candor. 'It's my nest. I can't seem to fly away. It's my place, Goldstein. My orchids. My wines. My workshop. My Staffordshire figures are there.'

'Your what?'

'Little porcelainlike figures, beautifully painted. There's a cobalt blue -'

'I don't understand this, Rose,' Goldstein interrupted.

'I don't either. None of it.' Never in his life had he been racked with such indecision. He searched Goldstein's eyes for direction. Through droopy lids, they stared back lugubriously. Their look depressed him.

'I need time,' Oliver said after a long pause.

'Time we got.'

'Have we?' Oliver asked. It seemed his first rational thought of the day. 'I just threw out nearly twenty years.' He felt too overcome to continue. 'When you speak to Thurmont, call me,' he muttered as he left the office, not certain of his destination.

9

I can't believe it,' Eve said. She had intruded on Ann, who was working on a bibliography for her thesis, 'Jefferson as Secretary of State,' just at that point when the number of books to read and sources to check seemed overwhelming. Ann was in no mood to be provoked by the perpetual crises of a teenage girl and had learned not to be panicked by Eve's propensity for dramatic overstatement.

But she looked up and saw in Eve's misty-eyed face an agitation that engaged her attention. Eve bent over her seated form and embraced her, putting her cheek against her own. Patting her head, Ann waited for Eve to unburden herself.

'They've split,' she said, unable to hold back a chest-racking brace of sobs.

'Hey, what's this?' Ann said, turning and embracing the troubled girl. She waited until her caress soothed her.

'Mom and Dad. They've decided to go their separate ways,' Eve said when she was able to speak.

Ann, of course, knew what had happened. But the idea hadn't quite sunk in. It was the unthinkable incarnate. She continued to deny it to herself. No one is prepared for a suddenly realized fantasy. She began to feel the full impact of her guilt.

'I'm sure it's temporary,' Ann said quietly. Some secret, transient tension, she decided, not being privy to what really went on between them. 'Married people are always having spats/ She had never seen them raise their voices to each other.

'Not a spat, Ann,' Eve said, finding her self-control. She seemed to be teetering on the edge of maturity. Such events, Ann knew, could be a catalyst, forcing adulthood. Eve sat on the edge of the sleigh bed and lit a cigarette, picking an errant tobacco crumb from her tongue.

'It was a declaration of independence, Ann,' Eve said, clouds of smoke pouring out with her words. 'I didn't know who she was, although I knew what she meant. She said it wouldn't affect my relationship with Dad, that it was all going to be very civilized and understanding. She was sure of that.' Eve shook her head and sighed as Ann waited for her to continue. But what was the real reason? she wanted to ask. Eve seemed to read her mind.

'She said it was her idea. She said that I was a woman and would be sure to understand. What she wanted was to be free to fulfill her own aspirations and didn't want to be an appendage anymore. She said Dad was strong and time would heal his hurt.' She looked up fiercely at Ann. 'I didn't know what she meant, so I asked her and she explained.' She paused and her face seemed bemused. 'I never knew she was "an appendage." For me, the worst part was the thought that she wasn't happy with Dad.'

'Maybe he wasn't happy as well,' Ann blurted out, instantly sorry. In her heart she was fishing for another explanation.

'She didn't say.'

'I'm sure there are reasons on both sides.'

'After she told me, I felt like I was in a car accident. I'm still in shock. I mean everybody, all my friends, even me, believed they had the best relationship of any married couple anywhere. The way they did things together. Doing all the things with this house.' Her voice rose and she mashed out her cigarette in a dish of paper clips. 'She asked me to understand, to try to understand. I said I'd try. But I lied. I don't understand this at all. What does she want to be free from?'

Ann blew out a long gasp of air.

'Well. . .' She was groping for words of explanation. 'Maybe it's too complex for us to understand.'

'She has everything. Absolutely everything. And she's just started out on a great new business. Certainly we're no bother.'

'Did she tell Josh?'