sweetly. âYou must have known what kind of person he was.â
âIs he dead?â asked Tobias. âI didnât know weâd decided that.â
âNoâ!â Katherine burst out.
âItâs hard to know,â mused Derek. âWith Craig.â
âIt is hardly a decision we can make,â Victoria said. All through dinner she had been intent on the conversation, her eyes following the rest of them. The only time she spoke out, Katherine realized, was to stop an outburst that might have revealed something about Craig. âPort and cognac in the living room,â Victoria added, and stood up.
Not everyone had finished coffee and dessert. Katherine understood that she was hurrying them through dinner. Because she wants me gone.
It was simple; it was obvious. Why had it taken her so long to see it? Ross had asked Victoria to give a dinner and she had done it, but not because she wanted to. None of them wantedthis dinner; none of them wanted Katherine to be there. None of them wanted to talk about Craig.
Or maybe they did, but they could not confront the evidence that he had been alive all these years. And since they could hardly evade it with Katherine there, she was an interloper. And so is Craig, she thought. Even though heâs not here.
What did he do, that his family canât rejoice that heâs alive?
As clearly as if he sat beside her, she heard Craig say, Most families are rotten. He had said it often, when they were first married, adding that theirs would be different. Now he seemed so close she thought she could touch him. Rotten, his voice repeated.
âPlease,â Katherine said loudly as the others pushed back their chairs. âPlease wait.â They looked at her.
âIn the living room,â Victoria ordered.
âNo, please,â Katherine insisted; as long as they were together at the table, she might get them to listen to her. âI donât understand you. I have so many questions about Craigâs life before I knew him, and I thought you would want to know about his life the past fifteen years. I thought we could share what we know because he never put his two lives together; he kept them separateââ
âThatâs all you want?â Claude asked. âKnowing what you do about the Hayward family and the companyââ
âI donât know anything about them! Donât you understand? I donât know the man I married; I barely know his family; I donât know what to believeâI donât even know if I understand myself. Donât you see?â No one answered. âWell, then, there is something else. I thought youâd be so happy to know Craig is alive youâd do all you could to find him. You have so much wealth and powerââshe ignored the triumphant look Melanie gave RossââI thought you might hire investigators, put advertisements in newspapers, call people you know in other cities where he might have gone . . . I thought youâd help me look for him. And I thought perhaps the reason he vanished before might be connected with why heâs gone now, and if we knew that we might find him together much faster than I could alone.â
No one spoke. They looked out the window or at Katherine or at the white orchid reflected in the dark mahogany table. Laughter from the library reached them faintly, but the dining room was silent.
Katherine stood up. She felt light-headed and dizzy, but, strangely, almost excited. She had to handle it alone, without Craigâs help. And if they became angry and turned their backs on herâshe would handle that alone, too.
âAnd I did think you might help us with a loan, just until Craig gets back, because we donât have much money and I donât know what weâre going to do. But I wanted a loan, not a gift, and one of the things I wanted to do with it was hire detectives to look for him. Because we have to
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