“Well, you could leave,” Owen said. “Or…”
“Or what?” Luna said, after a long pause.
The or held much more possibility than goodbye.
“You could stay for a drink. I never got to tell you about Irene, Leo, and the extortion scheme. What do you say?”
She would have said yes to a far less interesting invitation.
“You had me at extortion scheme,” Luna said.
Owen whipped up a quick batch of greyhounds and poured two glasses.
He opened a cabinet drawer and showed Luna the photo Irene had taken of him fourteen years past. He told her the story behind the photo, the memory it jogged. He showed Luna a picture of Irene from her mother’s wedding in London, said how Irene had told him about Leo years before he’d met the man. They sat on the deck and drank. It was like the old days, Luna thought. Aside from the constant ache in her shoulder.
Luna gazed, riveted, at the photo.
“Would you have known right away that this was Irene?” Owen asked.
“No. I mean, I see it now. I don’t think I would have. Why didn’t she tell you you’d met before?”
“I think she didn’t want me to make the connection to Leo. Irene—who I thought was named Phoebe—told me all about him. She didn’t say his name. But it was the night before her mother’s wedding, and she was really messed up about it. If she’d reminded me of our first meeting when we met in New York, I would have remembered the other stuff. I never could understand what was going on with her and Leo. Irene’s hatred was so intense and so unlike her.”
Luna, eyes unfocused, was reframing her own set of memories. She was seeing Irene on her wedding day, her reflection in the mirror. The expression of complete panic when Irene thought Luna was going to leave her alone with Leo.
“I never told you this. Remember how I had two seizures at your wedding?”
“I assure you, no one has forgotten about that,” Owen said.
“I only had one. I faked the first one, and then the real one was just bad luck.”
“Wait, what? Why would you fake a seizure?”
“You sent me for booze or something and I went in to check on Irene. Leo was there. He had his hand on her shoulder. At first I thought they were having a moment, but then I got a really weird feeling. Leo was clearly trying to get rid of me. But when I saw Irene’s reflection, I knew she was upset. It looked like she didn’t want him to touch her. I didn’t want to leave her alone. So what was I gonna do?” Luna said.
Owen busted out laughing. “Naturally, you faked a seizure. That makes sense.”
“It all worked out. Leo had to leave to get help. Irene was so relieved, grateful.”
“She never told me,” Owen said.
“After I had the second seizure, she came into the room and gave me notes.”
“What’d she say?” Owen asked.
“She said, ‘That was a little over the top, no? Remember: Less is more.’？”
Owen could picture Irene saying that. The memory warmed him briefly, but then he was reminded of her absence and a cold spell rolled in.
Luna raised her glass. “To Irene,” she said.
“To Irene,” he said.
Both of them looked away as they fought back tears.
“So, you and Sam are still getting a divorce?” Owen asked.
“Yes,” Luna said.
Her glass was empty. Owen retrieved the pitcher from the kitchen.
“You have time for another?” Owen asked.
Luna glanced at her watch. She didn’t. Not really.
“Do you have someplace you’re supposed to be?”
“I told Griff I’d meet him. He’s still upstate,” Luna said. “I shouldn’t have any more, since I have to drive.”
“You could take a taxi or Uber.”
“You’re right,” Luna said. “I could do that.”
She wasn’t making any moves to leave. Owen filled her highball glass and sat back down on the lounge chair.
“So, are you and Griff…？” Owen asked.
“I don’t know,” Luna said. “It’s been a long time.”
Time wasn’t the problem. Griff had planted the idea of Owen’s guilt. Luna’s loyalty to Owen made that hard to forgive. Whatever feelings remained were frozen in time. She had to wonder what would be left once they defrosted.
“I’m happy for you, if that’s what you want,” Owen said.
“I don’t know what I want.”
Luna checked the time again.