You do what I wantâhave dinner with me. Then you do what you wantâgo to your party. Deal?â
As if I had a choice.
I called Nick and left a message telling him that Iâd have to meet him at the party and that he should let me know where it was being held.
  .   .   .
The first thing I did when I got to school the next morning was show James the phone that Morgan had picked up in the library.
âIs it yours?â I said. âI found it under the table after you left.â
Jamesâs face flooded with relief. âI thought Iâd lost it,â he said. âMy dad would have killed me.â
âDid you ask him about those pictures?â Morgan said at lunch.
âRight,â I said. âAnd let him know that I peeked into something thatâs none of my business.â
âHe took a lot of pictures of the same person, Robynâa guy who isnât even good-looking.â
âMaybe heâs a relative or an old friend.â
âMaybe if we started a conversation with him about photography ...â
âNo,â I said.
âItâs bad enough we even looked through it, Morgan. We are not going to pry. Itâs none of our business.â
A
fter school I went home to change. Then I took the bus uptown to the condo building where Ted lived.
Ted beamed at me when he opened the door. He is nowhere near as big and boisterous and good-looking as my father. In fact, heâs on the short sideâin heels, my mom is easily the taller of the two. Heâs also mostly bald and canât see much of anything without his glasses. But heâs a terrific cook, has an encyclopedic knowledge of jazz, and is incredibly successful in his work. Heâs a financial analystâwhatever that is. My momâs crazy about him. I donât think itâs a coincidence that she picked someone who is home every night and all weekend and who is always more than happy to pamper her when sheâs had a rough day at the office or in court. My dad never did that. He was hardly ever home.
âCome in, come in,â Ted said. âYour mother is in the living room. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.â
My mom was on the sofa with her feet curled up under her. She was sipping a glass of wine and looking surprisingly relaxed for a workaholic who was about to get married.
âRobyn, I feel as if I havenât seen you in months,â she said, thrusting out her arms. We hugged, and I sat down beside her. Ted bustled in with a plate of canapésâtiny mushroom tarts and miniature triangles of toast topped with slivers of smoked salmonâand a ginger ale for me.
âJoin us, Ted,â my mother said.
But Ted wouldnât hear of it.
âYou two catch up,â he said. âIâll crew the galley.â
Ted was a sailing fanaticâor had been when he was younger. He kept saying that one of these days he was going to buy a boat, and he and my mother were going to sail around the world. My mom always smiled sweetly, but she never did anything to encourage him. She was uncomfortable at the thought of being surrounded by thousands of miles of open water, especially if there was the slightest chance that the water might be shark-infested.
âSo how come youâre going out of town, Mom?â I said.
My mom smiled mysteriously.
âI canât tell you yet,â she said. âI donât want to jinx anything.â
âAre you scouting out honeymoon locations?â
Her smile broadened. My mom never looked happier than when she was with Ted. He seemed to have the opposite effect on her that my dad did.
âHow long are you going to be gone?â I said.
âProbably most of the week.â There was that smile again. What was going on?
âIs Ted going with you?â
âHeâs planning to join me for a few days.â
âDinnerâs ready,â Ted called from the