CHAPTER FOUR — THE PEOPLE INVITED
Lillian called the next morning before sunrise.
“I have six former students on the train,” she said happily.
“They insist they’re old enough to manage their own luggage.”
Andrew stood on the balcony overlooking the empty pool.
“I’m glad they’re coming, Mom.”
“Hannah sent me the revised program,” Lillian continued.
“She says the ending will be emotional.”
Andrew closed his eyes.
“Did she tell you what the ending is?”
“No, darling.”
“She promised it would be a surprise.”
Andrew gripped the balcony railing.
“I need to talk to you privately this morning.”
His mother heard something in his voice.
“Is someone sick?”
“No,” Andrew said.
“But something important has happened.”
Lillian asked him to meet in the hotel library at nine.
Andrew arrived early.
He had slept three hours and drunk coffee that tasted like burned paper.
His mother entered wearing a green cardigan, carrying a small notebook full of names.
“You look terrible,” she said.
“I know.”
He told her about the pool, Ethan, and the invented separation.
He described the schedule and the speech.
Lillian sat very still.
“Hannah arranged for you to announce a divorce you didn’t know you were getting?”
“She arranged for everyone to hear a version in which I asked her to lie for your sake,” Andrew said.
His mother set the notebook on the table.
“Do you want to save the marriage?”
Andrew opened his mouth, then closed it.
“I don’t know what remains to save.”
“Then don’t decide because you’re afraid I won’t survive bad news,” Lillian said.
“I’ve survived thirty-eight years of eighth graders.”
He laughed once despite himself.
Lillian reached across the table.
“I am hurt that she planned to use my retirement as a stage,” she said.
“I’m not hurt that my son has a life I can’t control.”
Andrew looked at the notebook.
“The weekend is for you.”
“Then I would like it to remain about teaching,” she said.
“Tell Denise to remove that final presentation.”
“What do I tell our family?”
“Tell them there has been a change to the program.”
“They’ll ask questions.”
“They always do,” Lillian said.
“A question isn’t a summons.”
Andrew exhaled.
Lillian touched his hand.
“You don’t need a public performance to make a private decision.”
Across the library, the resort doors opened and Hannah walked in.
She stopped when she saw them together.
“Good morning,” she said cautiously.
Lillian turned.
“Come sit down, Hannah.”
Hannah remained by the door.
“I have to check on the flowers.”
“The flowers will survive,” Lillian answered.
“I don’t know whether my family will.”
CHAPTER FIVE — LILLIAN’S QUESTION
Hannah took the chair opposite Andrew.
Lillian did not raise her voice.
“Did you tell people my son had agreed to divorce you?”
Hannah swallowed.
“Things have been difficult between us.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I was trying to find a way to leave without humiliating him.”
Lillian studied her.
“You invited your new boyfriend to my retirement party.”
Hannah looked at Andrew.
“You told her everything?”
“I told her what concerns her,” he answered.
“You should have told me first,” Hannah said.
“You had months,” Lillian replied.
Hannah pressed her lips together.
“I was afraid Andrew wouldn’t understand.”
“He might not have,” Lillian said.
“Understanding isn’t something you get to manufacture by speaking for another person.”
Hannah stared at the floor.
Andrew watched his mother choose her words with the care she used when a student had broken something valuable.
“I loved having you in our family,” Lillian said.
“That doesn’t give you permission to use me as a reason for a lie.”
Hannah’s eyes filled.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You planned an announcement at my celebration,” Lillian replied.
“You meant to control what everybody believed before Andrew could speak.”
Hannah wiped her face.
“I thought if I told Ethan we were still together, he’d leave.”
The sentence ended the conversation for several seconds.
Andrew felt a sharp sadness.
“So the lie started with him,” he said.
“At first,” Hannah answered.
“Then it became too complicated to correct.”
“It became useful,” Andrew said.
Hannah looked away.
“Yes.”
Lillian stood.
“I need to welcome my guests,” she said.
“Hannah, you won’t be presenting anything at my celebration.”
“I understand.”
“You also won’t tell anybody I asked you to stay married for my sake.”
“I won’t.”
“If someone has already been told that, you will correct it,” Lillian said.
Hannah nodded.
Andrew remained seated as his mother left.
“Were you ever going to tell me before the party?” he asked.
“I was going to tell you on Sunday.”
“After Ethan walked in as your new partner?”
Hannah closed her eyes.
“I thought there would be enough people around that you wouldn’t make a scene.”
Andrew felt his stomach tighten.
“You designed the audience to keep me quiet.”
“I was scared.”
“You were scared of a conversation,” he answered.
“So you decided to make it a public verdict.”
Hannah reached toward him.
He rose before she could touch his hand.
“I need space,” he said.
“And I need you to stop calling what you did protection.”
