this.â
Chrissie turned, soaked, as Evelyn held out a towel.
âThat was so awful,â Chrissie said, wiping her eyes. âSo awful. So wet, and so long, and then Bingâ¦â She trailed off.
Evelyn shook out the towel with one hand and draped it around Chrissieâs shoulders, and Chrissie clutched at it. âThank you,â Chrissie said.
Evelyn had brought the bottle of T, and held it out to Chrissie with a sympathetic smile. âItâs strong,â she offered. âI canât promise your problems will go away, but at least youâll be drunk when you see everyone back at Shuh-shuh-gah.â
Chrissie considered this, then poured the T down her throat. When she handed the bottle back to Evelyn, Evelyn took a long drink, too.
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CHAPTER SIX
Sag Neck
It was the long July Fourth weekend, and Camillaâs profile, created by Evelyn, had gone live on PLU two days prior. Evelyn had chosen a fabulous profile picture of Camilla and, via the overpaid PR consultant the site had hired, had parlayed that into a Page Six mention: âWE HEAR ⦠that saucy socialite Camilla Rutherford has joined People Like Us, and other people like her are clamoring for the siteâs coveted invites.â She had put up a page for Nick, too, and Bing, and had even managed to start a lively discussion about Adirondack real estate so that Camilla would have a harder time figuring out that she had been bluffing about Camp Piemacum. Evelyn was starting to get unsolicited bids for profiles and, in approving members one by one, she approved many but turned down a few without explanation, as the random rejections would make the acceptances all the more appealing.
Barbara had made it clear that she didnât want Evelyn coming home over the summer at all, reallyâit was the season to be hopping between summer spots and meeting a future husband. Their conversations had been stilted lately. Evelyn had called after Lake James, brimming with excitement over how well things had gone there and wanting to describe the parties and the dinners that she thought her mother would love hearing about. Her mother had instead responded that she had never been very interested in sales. Her father was no better, asking if she was still hanging around with socialites. âIn my day, you didnât get paid for that,â he said.
Evelyn hadnât called back since and was surprised to get a message from her mother summoning her home for the Fourth of July. It was Sally Channingâs annual blowout for patriotismâTommy Channing was a partner at her fatherâs law firm, Leiberg Channingâand the family wanted Evelyn home for it. Evelyn briefly thought about disobeying and heading to Nickâs house in the Hamptons instead. Yet this new world required a lot more money than Evelyn had; she needed a loan from her parents, and if she needed a loan sheâd have to submit to their rules, at least briefly.
She got off the Amtrak at New Carrollton, Maryland, where the summer air hung heavy around her, and she felt like she was breathing cotton. She had called her father en route, both on his cell phone and at his office, but he hadnât responded. As the heat evaporated the trainâs air-conditioning sheen from her skin, she began to sweat. Lifting her bag to her shoulder, she circumnavigated the parking lot. When she passed a vaguely familiar tan Datsun, and saw a broad-shouldered woman standing next to it, Evelyn recognized the woman as Valeriya, the disapproving Russian woman who had taken over as Sag Neck housekeeper a few years ago.
âHello! Eveline!â Valeriya called, raising her hand lethargically.
âHi. Valeriya. My parents arenât here?â
âPlease, put your bag in trunk, not in backseat. I think in backseat it will have too much dirt and I will have to clean again.â
Evelyn complied and arranged her bag so it didnât quite touch the pair of Chinese