The Intern(84)

She shook her head, tears in her eyes. The guilt was crushing. It was just about different things. And now it included lying to the man she loved.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to share that. We all do bad things sometimes. It doesn’t make us bad people.”

“I’m not sure I agree.”

“You’re not bad. You learned from your mistakes. You changed. I think you’re perfect in every way. And I don’t want you to worry. I won’t push, okay? We’ll take things as slowly as you like.”

As he lifted her hand to his lips, her heart filled with love. He wanted a future together. She wanted that, too. So much that she decided then and there to find a way. He was right. She’d made mistakes, but anyone would have, in her position. She didn’t choose the circumstances of her birth. The pressure she was under had been unbearable. But she could change. She could learn, get better. And she would. For him.

The next time they asked her for something, she’d say no.





30


It was a sunny day in June, and they were in a charming room in a quaint inn on the Cape. She could hear the crash of waves on the beach below. The string quartet tuning their instruments. And Matthew’s laugh as he arrived with his brother, who was to be the best man. Her mother was doing Kathryn’s makeup.

“Close your eyes,” Sylvia said, and the touch of the brush was like a kiss from childhood.

If she could have, Kathryn would’ve skipped the wedding and gone straight to the marriage. She didn’t need a striped tent or a luncheon buffet with a choice of entrees or a cake trimmed with fresh flowers. All she needed was Matthew. Just the two of them at city hall with a justice of the peace and kind strangers as witnesses. Get it done before anyone could come along and destroy their happiness. But Matthew wanted a big celebration, and she loved him enough to compromise. So here they were. A beachfront wedding with fifty guests. A white lace sheath dress with a beaded bodice hanging on the closet door. A bouquet of peonies and blush roses in a box on the armchair. And Kathryn, sitting at the vanity, holding her breath, waiting for the thing that would derail them.

“Oh, you look so pretty, Kathy.”

She opened her eyes. Her mother had an expert touch with makeup. Kathryn looked young and fresh and natural, a better version of herself.

“Thank you, Mom. That’s lovely.”

“Let me help you into your dress.”

“It’s just a zipper.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to muss it,” Sylvia said.

Kathryn stepped out of her bathrobe, and Sylvia slipped the dress on over her head and zipped it.

“Beautiful,” Sylvia said, her eyes bright.

As they admired her image in the mirror, someone knocked on the door. Kathryn’s face changed.

“No visitors. Tell them I’m still getting dressed.”

Her mother went to answer. It was Ray. She could hear his voice. Sylvia swung the door wide.

“Mom, I said no.”

“It’s just Ray. He has a present for you. I’ll go get us more champagne,” Sylvia said, slipping out the door.

Ray leaned in to kiss her cheek with a whoosh of bourbon and aftershave. He was carrying a battered leather duffel bag in one hand.

“You’re a vision, kid. Your dad is looking down from heaven and smiling.”

As if Fast Eddie made it to heaven. But she wasn’t going to argue. Not today.

“Thanks for coming, Ray.”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Hey, you know I’d be happy to give you away, unless Charlie’s doing it?”

“Charlie’s not invited. Mom is standing up with me. I don’t believe in the whole handoff thing anyway. But thank you.”

“Suit yourself. Well, I just wanted to drop off a little wedding gift. It’s not the sort of thing I can leave on the table next to the cake. Hope you don’t mind, it didn’t fit in an envelope.”

He lifted the duffel bag onto the table and unzipped it. She stared in horror. The tightly packed bundles glowed in the light from the window, giving off the musty scent of ink. From the size of the bag, there had to be several hundred thousand dollars in there.

“A suitcase full of cash? Are you crazy? No. Get it out of here right now.”

He was taken aback. “No need to get mad. Maybe I shouldn’t’ve brought it to the wedding. I can put this somewhere safe. A secure account that can’t be traced to you.”

“That’s not the point. If you want to give me a gift, I have a registry. I can’t take your money.”

He looked hurt. “Well, I don’t know why not. You been taking it for years, and it’s not like I’m slipping you something for no reason. This is a special occasion. Your wedding day. Your future. You could start looking at real estate. It’s enough for a down payment on something nice. I always said I consider you like my own, Kathy.”

“I feel the same way. You’re the closest thing to a father I had.”

“Don’t say that. Eddie did what he could.”

“You did more. It’s not that I don’t love you, Uncle Ray. I do. But I can’t accept this. Since what happened with Brad—”

He put up his hand as if to ward off a blow.

“I get it. That was a terrible mistake, putting you at risk that way. Those guys were careless. You were never supposed to be there when it happened. Just so you know, I never worked with that particular syndicate again.”