I heard about her before I saw her. Daniel had moved out first, which tells you everything you need to know about his priorities. Apparently the failure of the rental scheme had triggered a series of accusations between them. He blamed her for wavering. She blamed him for pushing too far. He called her weak. She called him ruthless. They had, it turned out, been in worse financial trouble than anyone knew. Credit cards maxed. A short-term investment loan overdue. Two months behind on rent in their own apartment. Daniel had been talking about “bridge strategy,” which in his mouth meant finding something someone else loved and converting it into temporary cash.
Claire moved into a furnished corporate sublet in Seaside after the split.
She didn’t call right away.
When she finally did, it was my mother she called, not me. That too told me something. Shame often goes first to the softest doorway.
My mother took the call in the garden. I could see her through the kitchen window while I was making coffee. She stood still for a long time, one hand pressed to her chest, then sat on the back step and listened. When she came in, her face was tired.
“She wants to come by,” she said.