Indiscretion

“Yeah, well. I’ll get him the next time.”

“You’ll have to wait until next summer then, won’t you?” pipes up Claire. “Unless you’re going to go all the way to Rome to play a few sets.”

We all stare at Claire, surprised by her tone. Then Cissy says, “Look at it this way, Neddy. At least you’ll have a whole year to practice.”

Everyone laughs at that. “C’mon, Claire, drink up,” says Ned.

We take my car, Ned in the front with me, the women in back.

“Aren’t we going with Harry and Maddy?” asks Claire.

“They’re going to meet us there,” says Ned. “They are bringing their houseguests.”

A Dutch couple. Wouter and Magda. He is in publishing. They have just dropped off their daughter at boarding school and are passing through on the way back to Amsterdam. Their English is flawless.

The sun is setting low over the ocean when we drive up. A finger of brilliant orange extends from one end of the horizon to the other, as far up and down the beach as we can see. There’s already a good crowd. I recognize many of the faces, some from the club, others from Manhattan, the rest a scattering of literary types, friends of Harry and Maddy’s. The fire is roaring. Tables have been set up. There are hurricane lamps and coolers full of wine and beer. Liquor bottles, ice cubes, and mixers. Plastic cups. Several large trash bins. There are a few children. Labradors. By the lip of the parking lot, piles of shoes.

“Can you make me another martini, Walter?” Claire asks. I notice she didn’t bring a sweater after all.

“Of course. But remember the old rule about women’s breasts.”

“You have such a dirty mind.” She winks at me. “Don’t worry, Walter. This is the last big party of the summer, right? Loosen up. Let’s have some fun.”

There’s no shaker, but I still make her a drink. “Not my best effort, I’m afraid,” I say.

“You’re very sweet, Walter. Thank you.” She gives me a little peck on the cheek.

“After this, though, you’d better stick to wine.”

“When will Harry and Maddy be here?”

“Haven’t a clue. Soon enough, I should think.”

I excuse myself to drop off the hamburger patties. When I look around, I notice that Claire has moved. She is talking to three young men. They are about her age, tanned, slim-hipped as soccer players. The sons of rich men. I should know. I was one of them once, lifetimes ago. She is laughing. I can tell she is mesmerizing them.

Harry, Maddy, and Johnny arrive with Wouter and Magda. “Sorry we’re late,” Harry says when I see him. “We’re still packing up. A year’s a long time to be gone.”

I am already planning on spending Christmas with them in Rome.

By nine o’clock the first stage of the party is winding down. It gets dark quickly this time of year. Parents carry sleepy children to their cars. Tables are folded. Empty wine bottles clink in recycling bins. The fire remains high, still being stoked by those who aren’t ready to go yet. For the young the night is just getting started. Flames shoot up into the night. Faces flicker in the firelight. The sand begins to feel cool underfoot. I am about to put on my sweater, but I look around for Claire, worrying that she might be cold.

She is still talking with one of the young men, holding a drink in one hand, rubbing a bare arm with her hand. I go up to her. “Sorry for interrupting. Claire, are you cold? Would you like my sweater?”

Claire looks at me, her face luminous, eyes glazed. She is drunk.

“Walt,” she says. “That’s so sweet. I’d like you to meet Andrew. His parents have a house out here. He’s going to business school.”

We shake hands. Andrew is wondering about me and where I fit in. I am possibly too old to be a boyfriend but too young to be a father.

“I’m staying with Walt. His parents have a house out here too, but they’re both dead and now Walt lives there all alone.”

Ignoring her, I repeat, “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine. Feel great.”

“So you don’t need my sweater?”

“I have a sweater if she gets cold,” Andrew says pointedly.

She ignores him and asks me, “Have Harry and Maddy arrived?”

“Yes. They’ve been here awhile.”

She looks around and sees them. She frowns. “Oh yes, there they are.” She turns to Andrew. “I have to go say hi to some people. I’ll be right back.”

She walks over and gives Maddy a hug. “I didn’t know you were going away. Harry told me this morning. I know I should be happy for you both, but it makes me sad.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be back before you know it. The summer’s over anyway.”

“Well, that’s just it. I don’t want the summer to end. Just knowing that you won’t be here makes it so much more final.”

Maddy squeezes her hand. “I know. I never want summer to end either.”

“It was just such a surprise.”

“I am sorry we didn’t tell you. It had all been settled last winter, and it just never occurred to us that you didn’t know too.”

“You don’t need to apologize. You have both been amazing to me. I love you both so much.” She gives Maddy another hug.

“We’ll miss you too.”

Claire turns away and walks back to Andrew, who gets her another glass of wine. I am not sure this is such a good idea, but it’s not my place to say anything.

“Everything okay?” Harry asks, munching a hamburger. He and I had stood aside while the two women talked, and now we rejoin Maddy. “You worried about something?”

“I’m not sure,” I say. “Claire seems to be drinking rather a lot.”

Harry laughs softly. “Yeah, well, she won’t be the only one at this party.”

Maddy looks at him. “I think she’s taking the news of our trip hard. Why else would she be getting drunk? We’ve spent plenty of nights with her, and she’s never been like this. What was she like when you told her this morning?”

“Well, I could tell it was a surprise. I felt like an ass because obviously she had no idea what I was talking about.”

“I saw her down by the pond before tennis,” I add. “She looked pretty glum.”

“Well, I can understand that,” says Maddy. “We sort of adopted her and now we’re dropping her.”

“Oh, she’d have gotten tired of us before too long anyway,” says Harry. “I mean, she needs to spend more time with people her own age. We’re just a gang of middle-aged old farts with receding hairlines and expanding waistlines.”