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Posted on Tuesday, 23 March 1999
Ed kicked up his feet and gave another sigh of relief. The wedding is over, and it was officially declared a great success from everyone concerned. Not that he cared about such opinions. He knew the worth of Ms. Weston and Mr. Taylor all too well. Sipping the hot green tea Ed looked at the empty spot across the chess table. He was going to miss his uncle Joe. And no matter how happy and frazzled he acted, Ed knew that Joe saw a bit of sadness in his nephew's eyes. But to his credit the man never said anything either.
Taylor and Weston sounds like a perfect title for some drama on NBC, Ed deliberately thought to cheer himself up. And the affair that bloomed between his bachelor uncle and the widowed heiress on Highbury Street was a great deal like a made-for television movie. Both met, both fell in love, both said nothing for two years until Ed finally decided to put his sticky fingers into the mess. However, even he didn't realize then how strong the emotions were between the two, and suddenly everything was going at light speed. Less than a year after his initial interference, Ms. Weston was walking down the aisle, and his uncle waiting at the altar in the appropriate monkey suit.
Ed tossed away his shoes carelessly. He'll find them later; his feet were hurting badly because of the dancing that went on. Engrossed in the memory of the sumptuous and gorgeous reception, he did not see a slight figure approaching the French doors. The sudden knocking nearly propelled him off the armchair. "I see you're still up. I was half-expecting the house to be dead quiet."
Ed was surprised, "Night! What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you back until tomorrow!"
"Well everything finished earlier than I expected. So I high-tailed it out of New York, but I still didn't get into Logan in time to attend the reception."
"I thought I heard voices in here! Come in Night! Don't mind Ed's rudeness." Mrs. Woodhouse chirped as she breezed into the library.
"Mom, she comes and goes in this house like a cat. She doesn't need an invitation from me and she knows it."
Night smiled, "But it's always nice to be invited. Thank you Mrs. Woodhouse." Ed gave a small grunt and took his feet off the other armchair. Over the years that particular piece of furniture had become Night's place of rest in the Woodhouse's 'Blossom Cottage' as the place was quaintly called.
Cottage was rather a romantic name to give to a sprawling Tudor mansion with more bedrooms than there were occupants. It was the premiere house in Chestnut Hill. A place where nobody ever purchased a house; one either inherited it or was 'gifted' with the mansion by some generous relative. And Edward, with his mother, lived in such a place, enjoying every advantage of such a life while appreciating almost none of it. This isn't to say Edward Woodhouse was a spoiled young man. His scholastic achievements were due to his sole efforts (with the occasional shoving/encouragement by Night) and his general person was that of a pleasant young man who knew he could afford the good things in life.
Night sank into the chair and gave a contented smile. "So was the wedding beautiful? Did the bride cry? Did Joe break down? and more importantly did anyone object to the marriage when the pastor asked the audience?"
Ed chuckled, "Everyone cried and nobody objected. The sky was clear and the birds were singing. It was so perfect I was almost sick."
Mrs. Woodhouse interrupted, "Night, did you walk here?"
"Yes Ma'am. My house is only eight doors down."
"But it's freezing outside and it started to rain! Why, you must be all wet. Why don't you stay here for the night instead of going out again into that horrible weather?"
Ed gave the amused guest a secret smile. His mother was at it again and both knew it. "No, it'll take me five minutes to get back, and I left my back door open so I wouldn't need to carry my keys."
"I really wish you stop doing that. Boston isn't what it used to be anymore." Mrs. Woodhouse softly said to no one in particular.
"I'm sure it isn't anymore mom, especially after the Revolution. The damages the Redcoats did to our square was horrific!"
"Don't mind Ed today. His tongue is sharper than usual because he knows how empty this house will be without Joe. After all, he has only me for company now, and I make a poor father figure."
"Mom!" Ed cried more out of shock that she saw through him so clearly. "That's not true and you know it. We were perfectly happy here before Joe came to live with us and we will be once again. Stop thinking like that!" To emphasize this he leaned over and gave the woman a sound kiss on the cheek.
Mrs. Woodhouse smiled at her only child, how perfect he was to her. What she did to deserve such a gift the mother had no idea, but she loved him; the last and best gift from her long-deceased husband.
Night saw the sad look in Mrs. Woodhouse's eyes and decided to bow out. Weddings always depressed people,..."I better say goodnight then. Both of us have to go to work tomorrow, and I haven't finished putting together my review of the meeting. Take some rest Mrs. Woodhouse, you deserve it."
"Thank you sweetie. Come by tomorrow for dinner? We're making your favorite, vegetable lasagna."
"I will be here with bells on." Night replied with gratitude as she walked out the French doors.
"Wait up, I'll walk you back home. You never know where those Redcoats are hiding." Ed cried out after the departing figure. Mrs. Woodhouse poohed once and playfully hit her son as the man jumped over the ottoman to catch up to his best friend. "Why don't you tell mom that you hate lasagna?" He asked Night as soon as they were out of earshot.
"I tried once, five years ago, but I think she missed the hint. Now it's too late for me to tell her without hurting her feelings."
Ed laughed, "Oh man, you are one loyal dog you know that?"
She smiled and shook her head, "Yes, you can call it that if you wish. Seriously how did the wedding go?"
"Beautifully. And this might surprise you but can you guess who actually cried the most?"
Night paused and turned to him. "The caterer?" Ed threw her a sarcastic look. "Sorry, I should've known better. It was the florist right?"
"No you witch, it was Ms. Elton."
Night stopped walking totally and turned to him. "Elton? What? She actually cried? Are you sure they weren't crocodile tears?"
"Why don't you like her? After a year I thought you'd warm up to the woman."
Night didn't say anything and wisely kept her peace. "My fault entirely I'm sure, but I never could understand women like Elton. Don't mind me, go on."
"She was crying rather loudly in fact. I had to escort her out of the chapel after the ceremony so she could catch her breath. She told me a lot of stuff then, and I'm rather flattered that she did."
In the dark he couldn't see the sarcastic face his companion made. "What secrets did she reveal?" Night asked in a neutral tone.
"I think she's lonely. After all she moved here on her own and she has no relatives to speak of. She doesn't have that many friends either because her job keeps her so busy."
"I'm sure there are valid reasons for her solitude," Night replied dryly, "As to her being lonely we can hardly hire a boyfriend to keep her company."
"I know but I was just thinking that's all."
Something in those wandering and nebulous words made Night examine her friend a bit more closely. "Ms. Elton is old enough to take care of herself. Do not interfere where the wise fear to tread. Ed? Did you hear me?" All she got for her pains was a nod.
Chapter 2
Miss Weston was born on Highbury Street to a prominent Boston family. However instead of following the family tradition of settling down in Beantown she moved to New York City to pursue an acting career. There she met her first husband who was unfortunately a man more of heart than common sense. And though the marriage was a happy one emotionally the two were not doing well in the financial front. This was due to the fact that her family promptly disowned her, cutting off her allowance and inheritance for this grievous effrontery to their old name. They even decided to refuse all letters and phone calls from their only daughter because of the marriage. Not that she made any, for she had inherited their Yankee stubbornness along with her beauty and voice.
Everything changed with the birth of her daughter Francina Churchill. Suddenly the Westons realized they had a gorgeous grandchild to whom they were kept away from. The mother, Maria keenly felt the lack of having a grandchild around her and begged her husband to reconsider Isabelle's banishment. Then another news struck the family, Thomas Churchill was dead and their daughter was now a widow. With this biggest obstacle to their reconciliation literally buried Isabelle was cautiously led back into the family fold and along with her was young Francina who did much to liven up her grandparent's lives. They indulged in everything and offered to send her to the best schools. So at the tender age of fourteen she was shipped to Exeter in New Hampshire then followed it with Yale in Connecticut. For her Masters degree she went all the way across country to UCLA and came back with a scholastic pedigree few could rival.
While Francie was in California, Mr. Weston died leaving his wife alone and lonely. Fearing the cold New England weather to be contrary to a healthy and long life, Maria moved down to Savannah where she kept a beautiful period mansion for herself and Francina. Isabelle was still a stranger to her but her granddaughter was not. And a quiet tug-of-war ensued soon afterwards. Mrs. Weston using her health and age tried to keep the granddaughter close to her as possible for without her sweet Francie Maria Weston had no relative to speak of (except for Isabelle with whom she was barely on speaking terms.) But no matter what she did she could not prevent the daughter from flying to her mother and Francina was now actively seeking a job in Boston. This unsettled her greatly and the emotional stress ended up causing a mild ulcer attack for which she was hospitalized for two weeks. So Francina had no choice but to stay with her grandmother while Isabelle was married for the second time.
The Financial District, Boston
Mr. Goddard entered into Ed's office. "Our newest addition to the legal team of Woodhouse, Jefferson and Franklin. Ed let me introduce you to Harry Smith. Our latest steal from the great Metropolis. Harry, this is Ed and pay attention to the man carefully. He could take the coat of a fox without it knowing what's happening."
Ed smiled and stood up as a young man with startling green eyes entered the messy keep. "I heard a great deal about you Mr. Woodhouse, even from New York."
"From New York? Well, then I must be doing my job right. And don't call me Mr. anything. I haven't earned it yet. Everyone calls me Ed so start on that habit promptly. We don't tolerate slackers around here." Ed said with mocking threat.
Harry smiled in relief, "Will do Ed. At least I'll try my best."
"Good, well let Goddard lead you around and take care especially to say hi to Miss Night Lee. She's our intellectual property person and something of a closet genius. If any of us are going to end up in front of the Supreme Court, she's the one. But don't follow her eating habits, she doesn't consume food during daytime. Not that I've seen anyway."
"Can't do that. I have to eat."
Smith said shaking his head, "I never could understand people who can go the whole day with just coffee."
Ed was amused at Harry's honest and rather pointless confession. Then he realized the young man was brand new to town and felt some pity for the lost New Yorker. "We're having dinner tonight at my house and most everyone you'll know or need to know will be there. Come over at seven?"
Harry was grateful for the invitation since he just moved to Boston and sadly lacked any friends. "Done, thanks Ed." The two young men separated both holding favorable opinions of each other.
The warm evening invited the diners to take their meal outdoors and the group did not fail to take the offering. Night was seated next to Harry and kept him entertained with funny stories regarding the firm. As usual Professor Bates came late for the meal and he made excuses for his father who could not join them due to another arthritis flare-up. Professor Bates was a true professor until three years ago when he was dismissed from Harvard. The reasons were never publicly given, but rumors abounded, especially the one about an overheated nuclear reactor.
So for the last few years he's doing contractual work with the law firm as their expert witness. He did present rather funny image in the courtroom but his pedigree and the man's rather elegiac voice made him a formidable enemy to be cross-examined by the other party. Not because he was gruff or sarcastic but because he was so simple-minded in a complicated manner and acted like a child. Cross-examining him was like torturing a puppy in front of the jury and that was not something a halfway decent attorney wanted to do. So his testimony usually went uninterrupted and overlooked if at all possible.
This was the society in which the Woodhouses kept and loved. Some would have thought a young man like Ed would feel such company to not only be beneath him but also just plain dull. However Ed had enough wit to see true intelligence and this group had enough with plenty to spare, especially when one added Night into the calculations. Night Lee came to Highbury Street with her father and sister Day when Ed was still in diapers. She is eight years older than he is but acted like the age difference was twenty. Mr. Lee's wife died while he was in Hong Kong and perhaps due to this grief he left the colony and moved to America. For the first year nobody knew who he was. They were the only Asian family living in the street if not the neighborhood and they were also the quietest. But they were far from unfriendly and it wasn't long before everyone realized what jewel they had in their midst. Mr. Lee was still learning English when they moved to Chestnut Hill and possessed something of a quirky sense of humor. So when he heard the expression 'different as night and day' from Mrs. Woodhouse he immediately thought about his two daughters who were such. So the younger one was named Night and the older sibling, Day.
With the last name of Lee this would have guaranteed the two children a hellish time growing up. But nobody in school dared to cross their paths. Few students in their classes did make it miserable for both girls until test-time came. They both studied hard, hard enough actually to kill the grade-curve and fail 15% of the class. In this poor group were the bullies who tormented them for weeks. A truce was struck then between the now-failing classmates and the two Lees; leave them alone and maybe the 15% won't actually fail the finals and get an F in the report card. After this cold-blooded bargain was made the two had their classmates' begrudging respect and their names were spoken without malice.
Day grew up and studied for the biotech industry while, Night took a road more traveled and became an attorney. She was actually studying international law along with intellectual property law so she could work in Europe. Night always wanted to travel but their father's failing health prevented the daughter from seeking jobs outside the U.S. after she passed the Bar. So she ended up working for the Woodhouse firm and not soon afterwards their father did pass away in his sleep, as quietly as the day he arrived in the neighborhood. People missed him terribly, he was a master horticulturist and was world-renown for his landscaping visions. It was due to his talent that Highbury Street was so gorgeous with its trees, bushes and flowers. Mr. Lee took it upon himself to brighten the street where his children called home. And over the years the street became internationally famous for their gardens. If one visited his grave even now there would always be fresh-cut flowers resting against his headstone, a fitting tribute to a man whose life was dedicated to working with nature and bring about its beauty for the enjoyment of his neighbors and friends.
Day ended up marrying Ian Woodhouse, Ed's older brother. A love-match between two very disparate personalities but they were a happy couple so nobody voiced their worries. While Day was a serious and determined scientist bent on winning the Nobel prize before she reached fifty Ian was a man of fickle nature who couldn't decide what career he would have when he was fifty. So it was a good thing for this family that Day was the breadwinner.
Night was so focused on the papers in front of her that Robbie Martin had to knock twice to get her attention. Night's head snapped up to see the law school intern standing at the doorway. "Sorry Robbie, what do you have for me? More conflicting witness testimonies?"
Robbie smiled, "Yes, how did you know?"
"You have that slightly pained look on your face. I'm beginning to think everybody in this laboratory smoked pot. Did you get this latest 'honest truth'?"
Robbie nodded, "I was so confused when I read it last night. It's a miracle that they were able to create the derivative in the first place if this is how they usually run shop."
Night gave an inelegant snort, "Absent-minded they may be but these fools did it somehow. Or somebody in this Gilligan's Island group did it. Why don't you go home and study for your exams? It's next week isn't it?"
The grateful student replied, "Yes it is. Thanks Night and if you need anything, just call." Both knew she would never do such a thing but Night gave a nod to acknowledge the offered help.
"Who's the new guy by the way?" Robbie asked giving another of her bright Irish smiles.
Night peeked over her glasses like a school marm. "His name is Harry Smith and he is supposed to be a whiz at real estate law. I don't know much about him beyond that. If you want the real scoop, go after Ed."
Robbie shook her head, "Nah, not worth the bother. He does have beautiful eyes though."
"Did he? I didn't notice." Night absently replied slowly sinking back into the documents.
"Good night" Robbie whispered seeing her supervisor drift away once again to the land of squabbling scientists and a ticked-off pharmaceutical company. The whole spring season passed by uneventfully like this but Highbury's quiet bliss would shatter with the arrival of summer.
Chapter 3
"So how do you like Boston so far?" Ed asked while downing the clam chowder as quickly as he could. He decided to take Harry out for lunch at No Name down by the wharf. Unfortunately both had to wait a while before being able to grab a table so their lunch was to be cut short. "It's a young city," Ed replied then looking thoughtful added, "But it suits me well. Everyone is so friendly at the firm. Definitely not like my last job."
Ed smiled, "We're not Wall Street, I can tell you that much. So has anyone caught your eye yet? Someone I can introduce in a more social setting?" Harry didn't respond immediately so Ed knew the answer was a yes. "Well there is one. I don't know if you know her, Robbie Martin?" "The law school intern?" Ed replied not masking his surprise. Harry bristled a little at the tone, "Yes, what's wrong with her?" "Oh nothing, it's just that well...she's an intern. You know what I mean." Harry had to agree with Ed on that point. "Yes I know. But she's quite a character. I have no idea what made her go to law school. I can't think of a less likely person suited for the profession."
Ed gave a tactful shrug, "From what I hear she's doing a good job. Night likes her a great deal and drags the girl all over the place. Now Night, there's someone who should be on top of your social list."
Harry gave a small smile, "I don't think she wants to be on top of anyone's social list. Remember what you said about her going to DC? I believe you, totally. I had to spend an afternoon with her and when I left her office I felt like I was a One-L all over again."
Ed threw back his head and laughed. "She does that to everybody, don't worry about it. Even though she isn't a partner yet she's been groomed for it for years now. It won't be long before 'Lee' joins the title of the firm. Two years at most I think. Otherwise we might lose her to another ambitious firm and frankly we can't afford the loss. She brings in too much business for us though she never mentions it. But let me tell you, if you have her in your corner you're made in Woodhouse, Jefferson and Franklin. I've seen her make or break careers around the place and it's quite scary how well she does it."
"She caused an attorney to be removed from the firm?" Harry asked shocked.
Ed shook his head and quickly responded, "No, not like that but everyone knows out of all of us she's the most tolerant person. If she can't stand the new guy then basically the situation is hopeless. Night doesn't have a mean bone in her body, I ought to know. I grew up with her and she was incredibly patient with me. Trust me, if there's a vacant sainthood she should be able to apply for the position with good conscience."
Harry grinned broadly at his friend, "That bad eh?"
Ed nodded giving a mocking look of a contrite sinner. "But let's get back to Robbie Martin, granted she has a great sense of humor, do you honestly think it's good for our profession? To be that free with oneself? There's nothing wrong with being able to laugh but the courtroom doesn't exactly lend itself to humor. I don't know, somehow I can't imagine her being a good lawyer." Harry digested that bit of opinion slowly and couldn't find fault with the pointed observation.
"How about Elton?" Ed offered slyly. "Sabine's got a lot going for her. Her business is taking off at Mach-Three and she's definitely up on the social scene. She isn't deadly serious like Night but she's got brains to spare. And I think she's taken a liking to you, said some good things about you after last Tuesday's dinner." That caught Harry's full attention as he hoped it would. Seeing that he had his lunch partner's focus Ed drove his point across relentlessly, "And I know for a fact she doesn't have a boyfriend, not even an interested man waiting at the wings." The thoughtful expression on Harry's face deepened and Ed finished his lunch feeling great satisfaction at his handy-work.
Night was sitting in her office finishing up the paperwork so she could go home at a decent hour for a change. A polite knock on her door made her look up. "Joe! Hello, what a nice surprise!" She stood up so she could give the married man a kiss on the cheek.
"Where's this nephew of mine? I came by to take him out to lunch." Joe asked after failing to locate Ed.
"He left earlier with Harry." She replied and there was something in her tone that made Joe look harder.
"And is there something wrong with that? I like the young man." He probed gently. Whenever something worried Night about Ed Joe felt obligated to listen to the woman's fears. More often than not she had good reason to be.
"No, nothing's wrong per se but I don't feel quite right with what's happening to and with Harry Smith." She saw an amused look dawn in Joe's eyes and had the grace to smile.
"Ed's hardly a corrupting force Night. Besides they're both young and practically the same age. Who else in this firm can claim that?"
"That isn't what worries me. Harry's very impressionable person and he takes every single word Ed says like it's the Mantra. And though Ed's got a good head on his shoulders, he's been known to make some serious miscalculations. It's rather an unbalanced friendship and I can't see it doing good for Harry at least."
Joe took a chair and sat down. He realized what was worrying Night but thought she took the whole thing too seriously as her nature usually demanded. "Don't worry about them Night. Ed doesn't have a malicious soul and he would never harm Harry. You have to admit you never met anyone who wanted more for others like Edward Woodhouse." Night made a face but gave a small nod of agreement. "Besides boys will be boys. Let them play their games then come home crying. That's the only way any of us men ever learn properly. You're worrying too much Night, as usual."
The younger woman took no insult at the observation because she knew it to be the truth. "Done. How is the lovely wife by the way..." Joe thought nothing more about the conversation regarding Ed and by the time he returned home he quite forgot about what Night said to him.
It wasn't long before Ed manipulated events so he could have both Sabine and Harry to Blossom Cottage for a Saturday barbecue. As far as he could see the two were perfect for each other. Both were strangers to the city and shy of their surroundings. And they were single with no baggage hidden in the closet. Besides Ed rather fancied himself as a good judge of character and with scenario he thought his choices were perfect. The two were companionably chatting with each other and to his eyes definitely headed towards the right direction with a little encouragement.
"Harry, ask the deco guru while she's here about your loft. It makes sense to get some free advice from the expert." Ed shouted from the deck. Sabine looked at Ed then turned to Harry with a sweet smile, "I suggest you take his advice. My clients pay premium for it."
"It's nothing." Harry hedged but continued. "I just bought a place in the Leather District and it's great. But I don't know what to do with the open floor plan. I'm used to living in cramped apartments back in the City so having all that space is a first-time experience for me. Besides I want to throw a party but the place is far from presentable. Another words it's a bachelor pad and one that belongs to someone with no taste whatsoever."
Sabine's silver laughter reached even Ed's ears. "If you did people like me would be out of a job. Why don't you bring over the floor plan sometime and let me see what I can do. Free of charge, I do love challenges and yours definitely sound like one." It took Harry all his will to not blush at the double meaning behind her words.
Chapter 4
Ed was staring at his perplexed looking friend and finally asked before his curiosity swallowed him whole. "Why the intense look on your face?" Harry looked up from the colorful card in his hand. "I just got invited to Robbie's July 4th celebration. Her and her friends are going to have a barbecue then they're walking to the fireworks." Ed frowned a little. "You're going to attend ours aren't you?" Harry nodded vigorously, "Of course, I was wondering how to say no to her invite without hurting her feelings." Ed gave him a weary look, "I'm sure she'll understand if you want to hang around with people your own age. Besides the majority of her guests will probably be students anyway." "Actually no, Night's going to her party."
Ed didn't bother to hide his surprise from Harry, "She's going to Robbie's barbecue? But she's been attending ours for years. That's a surprise." He ended in a curt voice. Harry shrugged, "Robbie told me the two of them have been planning this thing for weeks now." Ed dismissed the news with more nonchalance than he felt, "Well, whatever. Just call her up and tell her that you've already accepted mine and that's all there's to it." "Consider it done." Harry replied putting away the card. Ed waited for a minute to see his friend return to his work before he left the man's office.
He invited Sabine over for the Fourth of July celebration and she promised to come so he wanted to guarantee Harry's presence for the revelry. Ed figured the way his friend and Miss Elton were going it wouldn't be too long before both were involved in a serious relationship with each other. And the idea pleased him to no end especially since he was actively involved in getting these two together. But his good mood was dampened by the fact that his best friend Night was not going to share the evening with him. For over a decade now she came over to his house and helped him set up for the July 4th bash and he fully expected the tradition to continue this year. Obviously she had different plans and he couldn't help but wonder why.
The chance to ask her for an explanation came by that very evening as she dropped by with freshly cut flowers for his mother. Night, like her father had an extraordinary ability to grow things and the rose bushes behind her small house were running riot with beautiful petals. Mrs. Woodhouse took in the heady scent of the delicate works of nature and rushed off to put them in her finest Waterford. She could always trust Night to come with the best presents and the colors of the roses were absolutely divine to behold.
"So, when are you going to stop by for the Fourth?" Ed asked slyly and was rewarded with a brief pause from his friend. "Actually I'm not Ed, not this year." She replied firmly as she sat down on her armchair. "I see." He turned to her, "Something more important came up?" "Not really. I wanted to do something different this year that's all. Besides Robbie's got a fantastic place near the river and we decided to have a small outing there before going to the Charles. It should be at worst a ten minute stroll from her apartment to the Shell and I want to see the fireworks up close this year."
Ed sat across from her, "But you always came to ours Night, getting tired of us?" She smiled back, "Never that Ed, never that. No, I want to do something outside of Highbury Street and Robbie's graduating this coming December so I wanted to spend some time with her. She's an extraordinary person and I'm going to miss her when she leaves the firm in August." "She's leaving in August?" Ed echoed surprised, "Why so early?" "Because she wants to study for the Bar and she's going to need time for that. No way could she balance an internship with Bar-Bri."
"You did and so did I." Ed replied rather dryly. "She's not you and she's not me. Besides she's got a full course-load this upcoming semester. Not even you did that as I remember." Ed backed off, during his last semester in law school he only took three courses because he didn't want anything to harm his chances of passing the Massachusetts Bar. "And it sounds like fun." Night added, "Hopefully we won't set fire to the porch and add our own fireworks to the festivities." Ed smiled at the remark, "That would be worth seeing. Too bad I'm not going to be there." "Don't worry Ed, I'm sure Robbie could take your absence without tearing her hair out," Night replied in an amused voice, "Besides you're not the man of the hour in this party as shocking as that seems."
Ed gave a fleeting glance to his partner, "Ummm, do you mean Harry?" Night was surprised, "Yes I do. Actually since you seem to be so tight with the man do you know if he received Robbie's invitation?" "Yes he did." Night saw the hesitation and suspicion rose immediately, "And?" "He refused. He's coming to ours on the Fourth." Night sat back, "What? When did you invite him?" "Right before you did and besides she's all wrong for him." He added the last opinion knowing he shouldn't have said a word. "Who's all wrong for whom Ed?" Night asked in a calm but deadly voice.
"Robbie Martin, she's all wrong for Harry. First she's much too young and second she's still in school for G-d's sake! Harry needs someone older, more mature and with a bit more style than this Robbie of yours." "Really? And tell me what is so great about Harry Smith? That he deserves someone better than Robbie?" She paused to let the defendant answer but Ed was uncharacteristically out of words. "What is so special, so dazzling about your little buddy that he could go around and refuse the likes of Roberta Martin? Is he another Kennedy? Is he the next Oliver Wendell Holmes? Tell me Ed, what is so great about your new best-friend?"
"I don't have to answer that question because Harry already has his eyes set on someone else Night. And from the looks of it the lady returns his sentiments totally." Ed answered trying to brush off this conversation. "If you mean Sabine Elton I suggest you look somewhere else. I've been around her when none of you men have and trust me she says things that would make your skin crawl. First of all she really doesn't care for Harry, not the way a decent man deserves to be. That was made plain to me last week when she made comparisons between him and three brothers she met while attending The Jackson Retro at the Baou Gallery." "And what could she possibly hold against Harry?" Ed replied in sarcasm. "He has no trust fund." Was the equally sarcastic reply.
"Women like Elton might say one thing but they are very practical in nature and Harry isn't big enough catch for her taste. She might toy with him for a while but in the end, it's the one with the bigger checking account that's going to get her attention. Remember this conversation Ed because if Harry really is your friend you just did great injustice to him. And hurt a friend of mine in the process." Ed was now worried he saw the look of real pain and disappointment in Night's eyes. And both emotions took him off guard conjuring only defensive attitude from him.
"When did this Martin become a friend of yours? She's an intern for heaven's sake!" "She worked as a real estate agent for five years after she graduated from college and then slaved as a paralegal for two years before she got into Harvard Law School. She's not some fresh-faced kid coming off the University treadmill Ed. She's paid her dues and I might add she probably saw more of the real world than you or I ever will. She's one of the top five in her class and I'm not talking percentages here. We were lucky to get her, not the other way around. She's professional, brilliant and she's got a great sense of humor to top it all off. And this is the woman you think is not worthy of your friend. Tell me Ed, who's got his head stuck in the sand?"
Night stood up to leave, "I don't know what you were thinking when you decided to pair Elton off with Smith but it will only end in misery for at least one of them. There are times Ed when I wonder about you." Ed didn't have a smart enough of a reply so he kept his peace as Night left through the French doors. He gave her words some serious consideration but remembered how Sabine behaved with Harry. And it didn't take long for him to dismiss Night's worries and warnings. After all, she was the doomsayer in their group and he believed she was looking at the worst-case scenario possible.
However as the days passed into weeks Ed realized Night was truly upset with him. Though part of him knew she had the right to take offense at his belittling of her friend he was too proud to apologize. Instead he focused more on Harry's developing relationship with Sabine and did everything in his power to encourage the two by setting up more intimate meetings. It wasn't long before Harry invited Ed to his newly decorated loft for a drink after work and the young Woodhouse accepted the offer gladly.
Ed was stunned at the deco. "She went for the European mood didn't she?" He asked examining the metal chairs and the black-leather sofas. "Definitely, it seems to be all the rage right now. What do you think?" "I think this is very cool." He replied taking the offered whiskey from Harry, "Very sweet indeed. I'm almost afraid to ask how much this all costed." Harry smiled, "Not as expensive as you think. Sabine really went through the wringer for me. The sofa you're sitting on came straight from New York City. Don't put the glass there, it's actually a vase." Ed jumped a little and took his glass away from what he thought was an end table. He gave a feeble smile and an apology.
"So you're settled down now." Ed remarked examining an interesting abstract work on the wall. "I am more than ready man. It's been too long since I had a place I could call home. Ed, I have an idea. What if we had the party earlier at your house then moved the whole gang over here? That way I could kind of have a thank-you thing for all you guys and we could take the T to the fireworks. Might work out better that way for everyone. Ed, why are you staring at the prayer rug?"
Ed blinked rapidly trying to figure out what religion would actually use something like this in its ceremony. "That sounds like a better plan Harry. I'll tell everyone but I'm warning you we consume lots of alcohol for the Fourth so be prepared." "That's not a problem, bring'em on." Ed couldn't help but smile at the honest enthusiasm of his friend and once again felt justified regarding his choice of seeing Harry match up with Sabine.
Chapter 5
Ed took a deep breath before entering into Bate's house on the corner. When he was a child this place was filled with magic and gadgets, all amazing to behold. Now it was plain clutter and useless junk that seemed to be placed at the most strategically deadly positions for visitors. He seriously considered giving Professor Bates and his father a phone call to remind them of the 4th Party but they rarely picked up the phone (due to hearing loss) and they did not possess an answering machine - something which continuously amazed their neighbors and friends.
"Professor!" He cried out as he entered into the hall; the Bates never locked their doors either. An old habit that vexed his mother a great deal. "Ed, is that you my boy?!" The young man winced at hearing the word 'boy'. Damn it, I'm almost thirty now! Couldn't he stop calling me that?! Feeling his annoyance creep up one notch he had to wait one second before replying. "Yes it is professor! Where are you?" "In the basement my good lad, come on down! Father's napping right now so we won't be disturbed." Ed gingerly threaded his way down the decrepit stairs and various paraphernalia that bred profusely in this house.
"There you are. I just came by to remind you about July 4th." It would seem like an exercise in futility to remind any American about July 4th parties, especially Bostonians but Professor Bates was more than capable of forgetting Independence Day unless someone told him. "Is it that time of the year already? Thank you for telling me. My old noodles isn't what it used to be...what day is that exactly?" "It's Saturday professor. We're having the party around two so please do come." The older gentleman smiled sweetly, "I shall and may I impose on you one more guest?"
"Of course, who else?" "My nephew, Joseph Fairfax, my dear departed sister's boy is coming up to see us for a while. I was wondering if we could..." "Of course professor, that won't be a problem." Ed fervently prayed and hoped that the subject matter would end here. Joseph Fairfax, a man destined to be either the next Dickens or Tolstoy (according to his uncle and grandfather) was a topic long tired out by his proud relatives. Educated to the hilt he was currently residing somewhere below the Mason-Dixon Line writing stories that were bound to earn him the Pulitzer Prize before he reached forty. And Ed personally had no interest in young men with such talent and ambition; they made him feel smaller and it was not a sensation which Ed's id. appreciated to any great degree.
"Thank you my boy. But I must warn you Joseph's got a nasty cold. I can't imagine where he picked it up since he lives in Savannah but there it is." "I hope it's nothing serious." Ed inquired politely. "No, he's young and healthy as a buck. I'm sure after a month of living with us and taking it easy he'll be back to full steam in no time." Not if you kill him first with your experiments Ed thought darkly as he examined his surroundings. He figured the good professor violated every zoning law and few EPA ones with all his equipment and chemicals.
"Well professor I have Harry waiting for me back home so take care and good luck with whatever you're doing!" Bates gave his farewell absently as his work pulled the professor back into his own secret world. Ed was briskly making his way back when he saw Night's front door open. He didn't hesitate and entered her house determined to at least have one decent conversation with her. Ever since their disagreement she's been distant, polite and kind, but there was a barrier that Ed's never faced before. And this scared him a great deal, enough for him to swallow his pride and seek her out for company. He knew where she would be. On a lovely day such as this there was only one spot where Night would take refuge.
He walked to the back of the house and found her sitting and working diligently in the glass Solarium. For a moment he paused and stared at the face and form of his oldest friend. He didn't realize how much he missed talking to Night until this quiet moment. She suddenly felt his intense scrutiny and raised her head. "Oh hello Ed, is there something you need?" Ed felt a brush of pain as he heard the coolness in her voice. "No, I just came by to see how you're doing. And to tell you you're still invited to our party if you care to come. Something interesting, Professor Bate's golden nephew Joseph Fairfax will be gracing us with his presence. So it might be to your interest to actually come over for at least an hour and ogle at the future Faulkner."
She stared at him in blank astonishment, "he's coming up to Boston?" Ed was taken back by her reaction, "Yes he is. Why do you know him?" She shrugged a little, "No, not really. I read some of his works when the professor showed them to me. They were quite amazing actually. I don't know about Faulkner but he's very talented young writer. I would buy his stuff if it ever comes to print." Ed's eyebrows were high on his face, "You actually read those manuscripts?" He remembered bowing out of perusing the heavy collection when the eager uncle tried to foist them onto him.
Night gave one deep nod, "Gorgeous work, and he can play with words like a master." "Dear G-d, do we have another John Grisham?" Ed asked mockingly. She smiled, "No, not Grisham, more like well I don't know actually. Joe has a distinct voice, and hopefully that will help him in the near future." "Joe? How did Joseph Fairfax suddenly become a Joe?" Ed asked in amazement. "Because I talked to him once on behalf of the good professor's urgings. He was more embarrassed than flattered when I complimented him on his novels. I think he realized how his uncle cornered me into having a conversation with him. Anyway I better get back to my work as boring and deadly dull as it is. Take care Ed." Ed understood she dismissed him and gave a polite nod before leaving her side. She turned her back to him! Now he was more than worried, somehow she was unable to forgive this transgression of his unlike others. And he was lost as to the reason why.
July 4th came with beautiful skies and cool temperature. Ed took more care than usual and examined himself before the mirror. His hair had gotten blonder because of the sun and was streaked with paler shades of gold that made nice contrast with the deeper amber colors. He adjusted the white linen shirt and smoothed out the fashionably rumpled khakis. Then he bounded down the stairs in barefoot and walked on the sidewalk to Night's house. He knew she wouldn't leave for Robbie's barbecue until four. That meant he had two hours to win her back to his camp. He didn't even bother coming through the front door and instead rounded to the backyard.
He saw her loading her Volvo with what looked like some expensive champagne. "Hey." He greeted softly giving her his best smile. "Need help?" She paused for a moment and stared at him, "Robert Redford or Brad Pitt?" He threw her a sarcastic look, "Neither, I was hoping for Ralph Fiennes in the English Patient. I guess I failed miserably eh?" She laughed and replied, "No but that's to your credit, at least you have calves. Can you grab that box over there?" He gave an eager nod and did as she requested. "Are you planning to provide booze to the whole city of Boston? And this stuff is expensive!" He exclaimed as he saw the labels.
"If I'm going to commit a sin tonight I'm going to do it properly Mr. Woodhouse." She declared loudly and snatched the bottle from his grasp. "So why don't you come over and say hello before you take off to Sodom and Gomorrah?" He offered as she finished packing her car. Night frowned a little, "I don't know. I have to shower and I have at least..." "Night, come on. Mom's missing you like crazy and everyone will wonder why you're not with us today. Just come over and say hi." She caved in, "Just for an hour then but I do have to get going pretty soon." "Deal." He hooked his arm into hers and led her eagerly back to his home.
"By the way Joseph Longfellow Fairfax has descended from the heavens and is gracing us with his presence." She laughed and ribbed him, "Stop it. Give the poor guy at least a fighting chance Ed." "Hey, I never said anything to make him sit in the corner and give monosyllabic answers." "I'm sure you didn't." She replied dryly, "But I am also sure you could do a bit better and make the young man feel more welcome." Her tactful reproof shamed Ed and he resolved to do so until they reached his house and he saw his recalcitrant visitor.
Joseph Fairfax was sitting with his uncle and grandfather doing his best (at least to Edward Woodhouse) to avoid having contact with the rest of the guests. He was about Ed's height and figure. His eyes were deep slate gray complimented by dark lashes and strong eyebrows - characteristics which caught many women's attention. He was pale but not so much as to make him look sickly. All in all an elegant, scholarly figure who seemed to distance himself without offending anyone, anyone except Ed that is.
"Joe," Ed cried out, "This is Night Lee, our legal scholar. She might be able to entertain you better than rest of us peons." Joe stood up and came over, "Hello Miss Lee. I was looking forward to meeting you today. My uncle has told me so much about you." "I categorically deny every single incident." Joe laughed at her reply and the two fell into an easy conversation immediately. Ed stepped into the kitchen to help his mother. Mrs. Woodhouse was furiously making iced tea when she caught the sight of her son.
"Congratulations. You finally got her out of her house. Will she be staying for a while or is she leaving soon?" "Don't know mom." Ed replied and took a hot dog from the buffet table. "Who is that handsome young man she's talking to?" "Joseph Tennessee Williams Fairfax, our scribbler extraordinaire." "Oh, so that's Bate's boy. Distinguished-looking isn't he?" "I guess, I don't quite see him as our next Dylan Thomas but then he's said all of seven words to me the last hour or so." "Well then it must be your fault my dear because he's gabbing away with Night." Ed looked out the French Doors and to his chagrin he found the two deep in animated conversation.
Chapter 6
Ed couldn't forgive Savannah's Thomas Hardy. Definitely not. Joseph Fairfax had upped him during the barbecue and Ed found himself helpless as he watched Joe charm the common sense off his own guests. He and Night performed on the piano banging out everything from Chopin to Billy Joel with great flair and bravado. Their playing was flawless as was their performance so at the end of their musical interlude everyone was on their feet clapping and crying out for more. However Night had to depart because it was four and headed towards Boston to be properly inebriated and raise the roof with Robbie and her mates. After some wheedling Ed found out where on the Charles River Night and her friends would be in order to enjoy the fireworks. Around six the group made their way from the safety of Chestnut Hill to Boston via the T and soon found themselves continuing their lively celebration at Harry's new loft.
At 9:30 PM exactly he managed to herd his friends and neighbors to the place Night talked of earlier and soon enough he saw her amongst the many on the riverbank as all of Boston began gathering for their traditionally glorious fireworks. Her face was pleasantly red and she was laughing out loud with some strangers as the Boston Pops began gearing up for their grand finale. Suddenly the sky lit up with gorgeous colors as The Overture of 1812 blared out of the speakers that lined the river. It was an amazing display and everyone agreed The Woodhouse' July 4th party was another grand success. After the fireworks was finished Ed turned his head to see if Night was still standing at her spot and discovered Joseph Fairfax had made his way over to her. They were both oblivious to everyone else except each other.
Ed's sour mood continued mercilessly the next evening when Night came to return Mrs. Woodhouse's lobster pot. "Did you have a good time my dear?" Mrs. Woodhouse asked. "Yes I did, I had a great time." His friend replied in genuine contentment. "You and Joe played so wonderfully. I don't think our house has been filled with such music since Ed's father passed away. What do you think of him, our future Nobel winner?" Night smiled in amusement, "Let's wait a while before we bestow that medal on the young man shall we? I think him...elegant and reserved." Ed couldn't help himself. "Reserved? Is that what they call dead silence nowadays?" Something in his voice made Night look at him sharply.
"You don't like him do you?" Ed retreated, "No, it's not that. I guess I'm just jealous because he's got so much going for him. That's all." Night relaxed visibly, "Don't be, he admires you a great deal. He told me that you've done a lot for him to feel at home here. That's a good thing because he might stay here a while longer than a month. It depends on how his work goes." Ed nearly choked on his coffee, "He's STAYING here?" Night gave an eager nod, "It seems that Savannah's tired him out - a combination of the heat and the accent he says. So he's seriously considering giving Beantown a try. Ed, please be kind to him. He doesn't have many friends around here and you live just down the street from him."
Ed felt ashamed enough to agree even though every sinew in his body told him to take the Southerner and drown him in the Reservoir. Mrs. Woodhouse's voice interrupted his dark misgivings. "Poor Francina, she won't be able to come up again. Isabelle told me the grandmother has taken a turn for the worse so the girl won't be able to make her visit in August. I feel very badly for them all." Night replied softly, "If Francina really wanted to see her mother she would have found a way by now." "Night!" Ed cried out, "That's not very charitable of you. For heaven sake she's tied to her grandmother because the woman's a raving hypochondriac. Francina can't be blamed for that." Night shook her head, an elegant voice of disagreement as always. "This has nothing to do with charity Ed. But everything to do with weakness, and the inability to choose then make a firm stand upon the choice."
"We're going to have an argument here." Ed voiced amazed at Night's passionately negative response to such an innocent topic. "You've read the letter that Francina wrote when she found out she couldn't make the wedding. It was so..." "A letter and a phone call. They might satisfy the rest of you but I am sure Isabelle was wounded deeply by the snub. If she was as rich and important as her mother I dare say we would have seen Francina by now. The granddaughter should have made her stand the first time the grandmother pulled this stunt. She should have put the woman in her place. Instead Francina plays to the old lady's whim, under the cover of 'keeping the peace in the family.' I read that letter three times Ed and every time I read the words I felt more ill than the last time I read it."
"Where's your Christian charity?" Ed shot back, "The one that you so generously endowed Joe with?" "Joe deserves it, he doesn't pander for it, he doesn't ingratiate himself in my company in order to earn my respect. If Francina is anything like her letter then she'll turn out to be the airhead of the century and I won't have to do much to keep her amused. While Joe on the other hand I have to actually work to hold my side of the conversation. Joe asks, he probes while Francina only adapts herself to suit the mood of her company. A reflection and nothing more."
"That isn't exactly an unwanted trait." Ed argued, "To be able to talk about whatever is at hand. That actually takes a great amount of skill and wit." "Which you can gain by memorizing the cards in Trivial Pursuit which by the way is the most appropriate title for her letter that I can think of." Night added her voice deepening as the legal eagle in the woman took wings. Ed knew he would get nowhere when Night took the pulpit. "You're just prejudiced because she's supposed to be beautiful, well-rounded young woman who decided not to practice law and get an MBA instead. Besides she's trying to find a job here so she can stay with her mother. And that kills your argument very quickly."
He knew he said something very wrong, the hurt in Night's eyes told him so. But for the life of him he couldn't figure out what. "I see." Was her solemn reply. Mrs. Woodhouse also noticed the sudden retreat from their neighbor and hurriedly added, "But Ed's prejudiced too, beyond belief. He loves his uncle Joe so anyone who's related to him, by blood or marriage is absolutely faultless. This is partially due to the fact that he's an egomaniac. Narcissus has nothing over this scamp of mine." Night gave a small but genuine smile, "I should get going. My briefs aren't going to disappear because I wish them to be. Good night everyone." Night stood up and Ed rose to escort her home. "It's all right Ed, I'll be fine." She left the young man standing alone in the kitchen. After she left he shared a puzzled look with his mother, what did he do?
It was almost nine when he heard a knocking on the front door. Ed went to answer it. "Sabine, what are you doing here?" She smiled, "I have a brand new car and I thought you might like to take a ride in it. I remember our conversation from before and besides myself you're the only other speed freak I know in Boston." Curiosity propelled him to step outside. "Oh my G-d...that's the new Audi TT! How did you get that?!" "I was on the waiting list for a long, long time. Come on in! Let's see how many people we can annoy tonight." Ed gave a loud whoop and slid into the luxurious leather seat. "Love that brand new car smell." He confessed and the driver gave off a silvery laugh. "Put on your buckle boy, we're going for a ride!"
He felt the muggy night's wind whip through his hair as she gained incredible speed. So it wasn't long before they were far away from Chestnut Hill and closer to Downtown Boston. She pulled to the side, "I need to get coffee, do you want one?" He shook his head, "Nah, I have to get some sleep pretty soon." She smiled once more, "Why don't you stay at my place? My apartment's only a block down from here." Ed thought he'd heard her wrong, "I'm sorry what did you say?" "Why don't you spend the night with me instead of going back to Dreary Land? Night's young and there are plenty of clubs still open. Let's go clubbing and then we could end it with..."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ed asked taking off his seatbelt. "S-E-X Edward Woodhouse, don't tell me you're still holding onto your dingleberry." Ed bolted out of the automobile so fast Sabine didn't have a chance of stopping him. He backed away from the silver Audi horrified. Sabine got out and walked around the vehicle, "Ed what the hell's wrong with you? Don't tell me you didn't know." "Know what exactly?" He asked skidding backwards until he hit the glass pane of the Dunkin Donuts shop. "That I fancy you, a lot." "I'm sorry but this is a surprise, in fact it's pretty damn shocking. I was under the impression you liked Harry."
She paused for a moment before she started laughing, "Harry Smith? That sorry piece of...oh my G-d Ed, why do you think I've been so nice to your pet charity project? Why do you think I've been putting up with his insecurities, his whining, and his serious lack of taste? How can I even begin to think about little ol' Harry Smith when there's this blond god of a man called Edward Woodhouse standing next to that pathetic creature? You must be joking, oh come on Ed, this isn't funny. You knew why I did what I did. It was all for you love, all for you."
Ed thought he was in some horrific B-grade horror film, even worse one of those Lifetime Romance movies that the stupid channel broadcasts every thirty minutes. He stepped aside, "I'm really really sorry about this Sabine but I thought you liked Harry. I thought you were interested only in him and as far as I'm concerned I was never in the picture. Nothing could be further from my wishes than to have you say what you just said. Are you telling me that you never even took an interest to Harry? Not even for a second?"
Sabine's face lost all color. "Harry? He's a good guy if you like his kind and I'm sure there are women out there who might actually think he's worth something but I would have to be brain-dead before I'd settle for Harry Smith. No Ed, I've been visiting Blossom Cottage because you've been encouraging..." "Encouraging?!" Ed shouted loud enough to turn the heads of few people standing near the Kenmore T station. "The only thing I've been encouraging is for you and Harry to get together, there was never anything else. From the beginning to now!" The fierceness of his words and the plain anger written on his face killed any argument that Sabine might have presented on her behalf. "If that's what you say but you were the one inviting me to all your parties. You were the one who made sure I was always in your company." She spat out, trying to salvage what pride she had left. "Do you want a ride back?" He shook his head, "I'll take the T back. Good night Sabine." Her reply was more final, "Goodbye Ed."
He watched the night swallow up the witch's silver broom and gave a huge sigh of relief before it all sank in. Harry...what was he going to do about Harry? How was he going to tell Harry it was all a big mistake; that Sabine was not worth a moment of regret or pain? He covered his face with his hands. Night. Night. Night. She was correct once again, to a degree even he never witnessed before. One thing about doomsayers, they might be dark and damning but they were rarely wrong.
Chapter 7
Ed knew he had to somehow tell Night what had occurred with Sabine. Though he dreaded admitting he was wrong he was consoled with the knowledge that Night was not a member of the dreadful 'I Told You So' crowd. And he vowed to listen to her more carefully for Night and Day were very capable people-readers. An attribute that he realized he sorely lacked to a great degree. As if to prove how wrong he was Sabine became almost unbearable every time she popped over for a visit. She was proud, to the point of arrogance, her opinions shallow and conceited. Her treatment of Harry also went downhill at rapid speed, so much that others made comments about her behavior. Then to everyone's general relief she stopped visiting altogether.
Poor Harry Ed thought, he has no idea why she's brushing him off. And it's all my fault he berated himself. My foolish assumption, my misjudgment and everybody else is paying for it. He came to a quiet conclusion; let people be. Their lives are complicated enough without his meddling and wasn't this enough proof that he was far from proficient in judging people? I'm not fit to be a friend, at least a good one. What was the saying...with friends like these who needs enemies? Ed grimaced as the saying fit the situation to the letter. He tossed the files to his desk. He had to talk to Harry now, because he couldn't take this much self-study any longer.
He knocked on his friend's door and caught the man daydreaming. "Harry, can we speak for a moment?" "Sure, close the door and take a seat." Ed did and cleared his throat but before he could get a word out Harry began speaking. "Ed, what's up with Sabine? Did she tell you what's going on because the last few weeks has been hell. She won't return my calls, won't..." "I'm here to tell you why Harry." Ed replied his voice very, very small. "Was it something I said or did?" Harry asked his worry now plain to his friend.
Ed took a deep breath, "She's not good enough for you. And it's not anything you said or did. Damn...she's been after me, not you. She's been chasing me all along." Harry sat in his chair very still. It was almost a full minute before he spoke. "She likes you? But I thought..." "That makes two of us Harry but as it turns out and there's no mistaking it she was after me." Harry nodded slowly, "That's understandable I guess. Maybe we were both reading her..." "Let me qualify what I just said buddy. She's been after my money."
Harry's head snapped up, "What?" Ed stormed his memories to recall what Night said about dear Sabine. "She likes Trust Funds more than she likes men. She's an opportunist and she saw it in both of us. She didn't throw you over Harry, she threw both of us over for my money. And the way I see it she lost a better man in order to go after me and my inheritance." That was a more humane way to tell the story Ed thought. But his common sense told him it was equivalent to shooting a seal in the head instead of clubbing it.
"I see. And she told you this how?" He replied, "She brought it up in not so many words but there was only one interpretation to her actions Harry. Forgive me for misjudging her and you. Obviously you deserve far better and she deserves to be run out of town." Harry was disappointed and wounded but Ed really didn't deserve to hear his pains. The poor guy was wilting in his chair and he was Harry's best friend, in Boston or NYC. "Don't worry about it guy. I will admit that I'm shocked but it's better to know the truth now than later. Saves me a lot of grief that way." Ed saw Harry's valiant effort in trying to minimize the damage done to his personal life and was very grateful. I will never do this to him again Ed vowed to himself.
His vow remained solid for some time though the promise he made to Night regarding their writer-in-waiting remained unfulfilled. He was coolly polite, somewhat reserved but congenial enough whenever the young author came upon their little group. Night if she noticed the particular absence of Sabine's presence didn't say anything and behaved as if she knew nothing. Ed was grateful for that act of generosity. He always wanted to be on her good side, because above all Night was his dearest and oldest friend and whose good opinion mattered a great deal to young Woodhouse.
Summer faded into fall and Robbie Martin was sent off back to school with a grand farewell party. Night made pains to make sure the dinner was held at Legal Seafood in the Prudential Center and all the guests were present. It was a lovely evening, filled with laughter and tender stories from the departing law school student. Robbie watched Night as the woman was engrossed in a personal conversation with Ed. How she was going to miss her boss, their age difference was slight but their experience was world-apart. She stared at the small, engraved plaque Night gave her and shook her head. She was expecting a briefcase or some heavy biographical novel about a famous attorney or judge. Instead it was this small silver plaque with the words Let Right be done. That was all, nothing more than the words first written by King Edward the VII, and later immortalized by the playwright Rattigan. But its simplicity and absoluteness touched the woman deeply.
She trained her eyes on Harry's brilliant green ones. Their relationship was back on friendly terms. It would hardly do to be distant when both of them worked for Night. She still smarted from his rejection of her, especially since the other choice was one Sabine Elton. The woman disappeared from their society totally. An occurrence that bothered no one greatly except for Mrs. Woodhouse. The last she heard of Elton was on the Sunday Globe Society Section where a picture prominently displayed the witch with one August Hawkins - a conglomerate of one sort or another. Robbie couldn't help but wish a little that this Hawkins was another Rockefeller, not only money-wise but in temperament also.
Harry asked her, "So what did Night give you? I know she must have given you a present. She thinks the world of you Robbie Martin." The woman blushed under the teasing voice and flashed him the plaque. "Isn't that something? Leave it to Night to dig up something like this." Harry read the small sentence and shook his head in marvel, "Brief and to the point. Just like her, do you know where it comes from?" It took Robbie less than ten minutes to explain the story behind the sentence and Harry was suitably impressed. "I am so grateful that I've got her as my trainer. I like Ed but something tells me I'm learning more under Night's guidance." Robbie whispered, "Take care of her when I'm gone. She works too hard, and doesn't take care of herself very well. Bring her lunch at least once a week Harry because if you don't remind her to eat she'll forget."
Harry chuckled, "I will, don't worry Robbie. It's in my best interest to see her alive rather than hospitalized in Mass General. So what does she like?" "She's got iron guts so unless she has to kill it on the plate she'll eat it." Harry gave a playful nod, "Will do, any other tidbits I should know about? Like maybe a hidden boyfriend somewhere who comes calling at odd hours?" Robbie slapped him on his arm, "Never! Unfortunately Night's hours and days are taken by the firm, no big surprise there since she's slotted next to be made a partner. Besides she's very shy, doesn't exactly come out of the woodwork when there are men around. A very bad case of nobody teaching her about facts of life or at least that's what I think. Which is a damn shame because she's got a lot going for her. She's kind, brilliant and it's my personal opinion but I think she's attractive if you actually stop and study the woman and not the mind. She uses her intelligence like a shield. Either to scare away men or deflect unwanted attention and she's gotten terribly good at it over the years."
"You made an art of studying her." Harry stated surprised to hear such comments come from Robbie. The woman gave a subdued reply, "No I worked with her, and it becomes rather obvious when you spend up to twelve hours a day with Night Lee. But be a dear and make sure she doesn't kill herself." Harry gave a firm nod, "Will do captain. Come on finish that shrimp because if you're not I'm taking it." Robbie popped the last stuffed shrimp before her dinner companion made a move for it. Harry stared at Night, and began to ponder.