“Stop.”
“No. You gave her the fucking family bassinet. You talked to her all the time. You told me yourself that she said things to you about how I was hung up on Grace. You didn’t like Grace from the beginning, and I knew that. You were both so jealous of her.”
“I’m going to hang up in two seconds if you don’t stop.”
I was breathing heavily, my pulse racing. There was nothing left inside of me but pure anger and adrenaline.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was never jealous of Grace. She was in your life for five minutes, and now you accuse me of this? Elizabeth never said anything to me except that you had a bunch of pictures of Grace that you refused to get rid of.”
“Elizabeth is the main reason I haven’t talked to Grace in fifteen years. Elizabeth is probably the reason I’m not married to Grace at this very moment.”
She sighed heavily. “Matt, you’re being melodramatic.”
“I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this.”
She was quiet for a moment. “I think you’re telling me because we’re family.” Her words surprised me. “You should get some sleep, Matt. You sound torn up. I’m sorry if what you said is true. I never saw Elizabeth as a conniver.”
“Me neither. But she did it.”
“I’ll let Alexander know and have him call you, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks, Monica. Goodnight.”
I was still staring out the window at two in the morning. My head was foggy, so I decided to take a walk. Before I knew it, I was drifting toward Grace’s street. It was totally quiet as I stood staring up at four brownstones. I didn’t know which one was hers—they were completely identical.
“Grace!” I called out. I could have phoned her and said, “Gracie! Grace, please, I need to talk to you!” but if you’re going to insist on talking to someone at two in the morning, you might as well pay them a visit. “Grace, please!”
A man across the street opened a window and yelled, “Get out of here or I’m gonna call the police.”
“Do it!” I yelled back.
“He’s fine, Charlie!” It was Grace’s voice. I turned back to see her standing in the doorway of one of the brownstones. I ran up the five steps to the door, my chest heaving. I was inches away from her face as she looked up at me. She was wearing a pink flannel pajama set with Christmas trees on it. It was May. I smiled.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
I took her hands in mine and stared down at them between us. “I wanted to kiss you earlier but I was too chicken.” I leaned in and kissed her slowly, tenderly. Her lips were soft but her movements were eager. She kissed the way she always kissed, with passion. She threw her arms around my neck, pressing our bodies together as we deepened the kiss. She moved her hands to my sides, then to my waist, and under my T-shirt. Her fingers traced the designs on my belt.
She pulled away and whispered near my ear. “You still have this?”
“You were always with me, Grace. I never found a way to let you go.”
She dropped her head to rest on my shoulder. “What are we going to do?”
“Date?”
She laughed. “You want to date me?”
I’d marry you right now if you’d let me.
“Yeah, I want to date you. You’re my favorite ex-wife.” She lifted her head and I searched her eyes. I was relieved to find amusement in them.
“I’m free on Tuesday after class.”
“Want to meet in front of Senior House around three?”
She laughed again but her tears shone in the moonlight.I had made Grace cry too much for one night. “Yeah. I’ll see you there.”
I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep, young lady.” I kissed her nose, turned, and jogged down the steps. “Tuesday at three,” I called back. “I’ll see you.”
