Section I, Next Section
Prologue
Once upon a time, a handsome prince married a beautiful princess, and they lived happily ever after.Unfortunately, life is not a fairy tale...
Elizabeth watched the beautiful sunset. The pageant of breathtaking colors on the background of the New York skyline would have been enough to thrill anyone, anyone except Elizabeth. She watched the enticing scene in front of her from her apartment, with as listless disinterest. In fact, she might as well have not been watching at all. For amidst all the harmony and beauty of the world outside, her world was crumbling inside. Her life was about to change forever and there was nothing more she could do. The deed had been done. The divorce was final. And all that was left for her was to move on.
The sudden ringing of the phone snapped Elizabeth out of her reverie. She ran inside hoping it was him, maybe they could still work everything out. Maybe, just maybe...
"Hello?" She was very hopeful.
"Hi, hon. It's me." It was her dad.
"Oh, yes," Liz tried to fight the disappointment, but it was hard to hide it from someone who knew her as well as her dad.
Mr. Bennet was concerned, "Lizzy, you don't sound so good."
"I'm fine, dad. Really." She lied through her teeth.
"I don't think you are, Liz," he persisted. "I know how traumatic these past few months have been for you, and I think you deserve a break. That's what I was calling you about."
"Yes?" Lizzy was not in the mood for another 'to-raise-your-spirit' talks, but she couldn't just say that.
"Your mom and I both think you should come and visit us," Mr. Bennet said enthusiastically. "Just for a short time. You know, Mary's getting engaged and we need you here."
Great! A happy holiday with the family in Iowa. Just what I need, she thought wryly. "I don't know dad...you know how it is with mom and me. She'll never be quiet about my failed marriage and that's the last thing I need right now."
Mr. Bennet sighed, "Fran will not bother you about that, Liz. I promise. Please say you'll come? For me?"
Lizzy thought for a moment. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, "Okay, dad. I'll think about it. But don't get your hopes high, just yet."
"Good girl!" said Mr. Bennet. "I'll tell the others the good news. talk to you later, hon. Bye."
"Bye, dad," Liz hung the phone. Mr. Bennet obviously held no doubts as to her acquiescence.
She returned to her balcony. I guess I could take some time off...Oh William! Where did we go wrong!
Chapter 1
William Darcy stared listlessly out of his window. His lawyer would call any minute, his client was probably on the phone right that very moment, and his coffee was getting cold. But William did not move. He made no sound. He just stared, with an inscrutable expression on his face. I wonder what she's doing right now...
Suddenly there was a buzz on his phone.
"Yes?" He was slightly irritated.
"Mr. Darcy, Mr. Wilson is one line 1," Suzy, his secretary said.
"I thought I told you not to disturb me today," William said, a tad bit harsher than he'd intended.
"Yes sir," Suzy said meekly. "I told Mr. Wilson that you did not wish to be disturbed, but he insisted that it was very important."
"Oh well..." William said, in a resigned tone. "Put him through." After a few seconds, "Hello?"
"Darcy, my boy!" boomed the voice of old Mr. Wilson.
"Yes, Mr. Wilson," William replied. He knew what was coming, at least he could guess. Mr. Wilson, of Messieurs Wilson and Wilson, had been the family lawyers for the Darcys for longer than William had been around. He had been a great friend of old Mr. Darcy, and considered William as his own son.
"Great news!" Mr. Wilson continued. "It's over! It's finally over! You are now a free man!"
William winced, "Uh-huh."
"But there's more! Wait till you hear the settlement I negotiated. It won't be expensive at all. In fact, you're getting off fairly easy." He then proceeded to go into the details of the alimony settlement, etc. William sort of tuned him out. He was in a different world. His mind was otherwise occupied.
"William? Are you still there?" Mr. Wilson queried after not hearing him respond.
"Huh?" William's attention snapped back. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
"Oh, I understand. I deal with this kind of thing all the time," Mr. Wilson said amicably. "The shock hasn't set in yet. It's tough to walk away from a marriage like this. I should know, it's my profession. Maybe, you should come over for dinner or something. I've got tons of stuff to tell you, and I don't think you're really paying much attention right now."
"You're right. That's probably a good idea," William mumbled. An idea suddenly hit him. "Listen Mr. Wilson. Can I call you back later? I have to make some calls."
"Sure, talk to you later. Bye." Mr. Wilson hung up.
William looked out again. The sun was just setting. She'd probably be home. Her home, not theirs. In the balcony, watching the sunset, her hair blowing in the breeze. Oh god! I have to stop! William admonished himself. It's OVER! Can't you just accept that? Get on with your life. There's nothing more you can do!
But one part of him refused to believe that. He felt deep down inside that they could still work things out, someway or the other. But it was too late now...he sat motionless for sometime, and then with a violent energy, picked up the phone again.
Suzy's voice greeted him, "Yes, sir?"
"I want to make a call, Suzy," William said.
"Yes sir. What's the number?"
"No, I'll call myself. How do I get an outside line?"
Suzy was puzzled. Her boss never called anyone himself. But she answered him obediently, "Just press 9 before the number, sir."
"Thanks, Suzy," William smiled to himself. He had made up his mind. He would call Elizabeth and, and...Gosh! He'd think of something to say. He'd just ask her how she was doing or something. But he simply had to hear her voice.
He dialed the number and the phone rang, and it rang, and it rang. She wasn't home, obviously. Or, she had caller ID and didn't want to talk to him. What were you thinking, a voice inside William berated him. You just got divorced, for crying out loud! What would she think, if you called her now! You'd sound so desperate and pathetic! What would you say! Oh boy, you really aren't thinking, are you?
Meanwhile, Café Paris, New York City, NY
"Two cappuccinos, please?" smiled Charlotte to the waiter. She looked across at her friend for corroboration, but Elizabeth was lost in her own thoughts...again. "That'll be all, thank you," Charlotte dismissed the waiter.
"Okay, Liz, out with it," Charlotte said lightly. Of course she was aware what was really weighing on her, but it would be best if she avoided that topic as long as she could.
"Huh?" Liz snapped out of her reverie.
"Back to earth, Miss Lizzy," Charlotte said. "What happened? Why'd you call me here?"
"Oh that!" Liz said. "Nothing very important really. I just had to get out of that house. I was suffocating. And," she added after a pause. "I do have some news for you."
Charlotte smiled again, "You'll make me ask, won't you? Okay, what news?"
"Dad called me today," she replied. "And the short of it is, that I'm going home. I'm going to Iowa!"
"You are?!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Oh honey, that's great news! Your parents will be so happy to see you! But wait, there's more. I can see it in your eyes."
"You're right," admitted Liz. "Okay, I won't beat around the bush. Will you come with me? Please?"
Charlotte shook her head in disbelief, "I knew that was coming, I did! But why drag me into this?"
"Char, listen to me," Liz pleaded. "I haven't been home for more than 2 years, and even when I was last there...he was with me. And now, if I go, it'd be too much for me. Besides, my sister Mary is getting engaged and that's a big deal in itself! So in a way, I have to go."
Charlotte wasn't convinced yet, "And who else will be there?"
"Oh just my parents, sisters, and some other guests. You know how mom is! She'll probably invite tons of other people to entertain us and you could visit your parents too!" Liz looked hopefully at Charlotte.
"I'll think about it...," Charlotte said deliberately. "It would be nice to get away from New York for a while..."
"Exactly!" Liz exclaimed. "Both of us need a break, won't you say?"
"Yeah, I guess," Char admitted. "But don't take that as a 'yes' young lady. I'll tell you later."
Liz smiled at Char, because she knew her friend too well. Once she said 'maybe' it always meant 'yes'!
"So..." Charlotte said, after a brief silence. "What else did your dad say?"
"He was very nice about everything," Liz said, smiling affectionately at the thought of her father. "He didn't mention William once, and didn't lecture me at all. He is a dear."
"Yes, he is," Char agreed. She had always liked Mr. Bennett better than her own dad. "But maybe your mom won't be so considerate."
"Yes," sighed Liz. "That's what I'm afraid of. But I can't postpone it forever. And Iowa has it own charms, I guess. At this point I just want to get away from here."
"I remember a time when you were desperate to come to New York..."
"A long time ago," Liz defended herself. "But times change, I've changed. It's not the same anymore, and back then I was a simplistic fool."
Charlotte watched her friend's entire demeanor change perceptively. She continued, "Back then, I believed in things. I believed in myself, I believed in a fairy tale life, I believed in true love."
"Don't you now?" Charlotte said softly.
"Maybe I do," replied Liz. "But I'm not that naïve anymore..." She paused for a moment, then continued, "You know Char, the hardest lesson to learn in life, is that love is not the answer to everything. You grow up believing that you'll find your true love and will live happily every after...but it doesn't work that way. You can love somebody, but things might not work out anyway. There's nothing you can do about it."
Charlotte saw that Liz was upset, "That might be right, Liz but remember, to love and lose is better than not having loved at all."
Liz thought about it for a moment, "You're right Char. It won't help if I keep looking at the negative side of everything. As my therapist keeps saying, I have to move on and look back at the past only as it's remembrance gives pleasure."
"That's my girl!" Charlotte smiled. "At for being such a good sport, I'll reward you by going to Iowa with you, even though I might regret it later."
"Oh Char! I knew I could count on you. Thank you," Liz smiled at her friend.
"But for now, let's enjoy our coffee," Charlotte said as their waiter came with steaming cappuccino. "Here's to the future!"
Chapter 2
Bennett Farm, Kingsley, NW Iowa
Jim Bennett loved his library; it was his sanctuary. It was the only place in his house where he could relax and get away from the worries and bustle of daily life. It was the only place where he could be assured of complete compliance with his wishes and some peace. In other words, it was the only place where he could get away, temporarily, from his wife. He loved her very much, of course, but after 25 long years, Frances Bennett did have a tendency of getting on his nerves, especially since the girls had left home.
Jim sighed and closed his book. He could not pay any attention. Something was on his mind, something definitely to do with his favorite daughter Elizabeth. Oh my baby...he thought to himself. If only she'd listened to me. I knew he wasn't good enough for her. Now she's in so much pain. What'd she think? She could hide it from me? Me?! Why I practically raised her! Every flicker in the pitch of her voice can tell me what's wrong! But she'll be home soon...everything will be fine, just fine.
Jim cast his memory back. He could still remember that day, that fateful day.
"Honey, don't do it, you hear me! DON'T even think about it " Mr. Bennett said desperately on the phone.
"But Dad..." said Elizabeth. "I love him...that's never going to change. Don't you understand!"
"I understand, hon.," argued Mr. Bennett. "But you are too young. You have your whole life ahead of you..."
For god sake, I'm 20. "But I'm an adult!" cried Liz.
"Barely!" countered Mr. Bennett. Then calming down, "Listen, I like him too, in a way. But you guys are going way too fast. Slow down...take your time. Then, in a couple of years, if you still feel the same, fine, I won't stop you."
"No dad!" said Liz with finality in her voice. "William and I love each other and are getting married tomorrow, with or without your blessings. Honestly, I'd hoped that you would give your blessings, but that won't stop us. Goodbye dad!" And then, she hung up.
"But Lizzy..." Mr. Bennett tried to say something, but to no avail. All he could hear was the dial tone. His baby was going to make the biggest mistake of her life and there was nothing more he could do...to stop her.
"Jim! Jim! Where are you?" Mrs. Bennett's voice brought him back to reality.
"In the library, Fran," he shouted back.
Rapid steps, and a head peeked in. Mrs. Bennett said, "Gosh Jim! Why aren't you ready yet?! We have to go for dinner at the Lucas' remember?"
"Yes, yes I remember," he said. "But tell them I have the flu or something...I don't want to go."
"James Bennett, you get up this instant!!!" cried Mrs. Bennett. "You can't fake illness like that!"
"Why not?"
"Because...well...Bill saw you this morning and you were fine! And besides, it's very rude."
The last thing he needed was Fran to shout in his ear, so he conceded, "Oh alright! How bad can it be."
Remington Apartments, New York.
Elizabeth packed her bags with more care then usual. Iowa, or shall we say Mrs. Bennett, always did this to her. Her mother didn't approve of her 'artistic' dressing sense, never had. But Liz did not want to get in any kind of argument with her. So she was very careful to pack the most 'non-controversial' clothes she could think of. She switched on the radio.
Your heart is not open so I must go,
The spell has been broken, I loved you so.
Freedom comes when you learn to let go,
Creation comes when you learn to say no.
Liz was not a great Madonna fan, but this was different. She turned up the volume.
You were my lesson I had to learn,
I was your fortress you had to burn.
Pain is a warning that something's wrong,
I pray to God that it won't be long.
Do ya wanna go higher?There's nothing left to try,
There's no place left to hide.
There's no greater power,
Than the power of good-bye.
It occurred to Liz that the song was very apt for her situation. Depressing, yes. But relevant. She could relate to it.
Your heart is not open so I must go,
The spell has been broken, I loved you so.
You were my lesson I had to learn,
I was your fortress.There's nothing left to lose,
There's no more heart to bruise.
There's no greater power,
Than the power of good-bye.Learn to say good-bye,
I yearn to say good-bye.*
By the end of the song, Liz was sitting down, quietly next to the radio. "Goodbye William..." she whispered softly. A single tear rolled down her cheeks.
*The Power of Goodbye - Madonna.
Chapter 3
John F. Kennedy Airport, New York.
Charlotte waved excitedly at Lizzy as she paid the cab fare and pulled out her luggage.
"I think..." said Liz, with a slight smile, as they walked in. "that someone is more enthusiastic about this trip than previously anticipated."
"And I think," replied Charlotte. "that someone else is absolutely right!"
"Run the reason by me, again," remarked Liz.
"Well...for starters, it has been quite a while since I last visited my parents. And I do need some time off work...and I miss Iowa!"
"Sounds logical to me," replied Liz dryly, her voice slightly shaking.
Char sensed that this was a very emotional time for Liz, so she refrained from bringing up any subject that might pain her, namely anything to do with William. Of course, it was a resolution hard to keep, owing to the fact that Char had an abundance of information about William. Not surprising, since they worked in the same building. Char often passed him in the halls or maybe see him in the elevator. Sometimes, they'd nod at each other, and other times they'd act as total strangers. It was an awkward situation for them, and they both didn't know how to act. Every time Char smiled or talked to him, she felt like she was betraying her friend. It was difficult for them all.
Liz and Charlotte checked in their luggage and went through security just in time to hear, "Call for all passengers for Delta Airways Flight 109 to Sioux City, Iowa. Now boarding."
Liz turned towards Char, "Well...I guess, this is it."
"You bet!"
Meanwhile, at the Faulkner Gallery of Art, NY.
William walked into the Gallery with no little anxiety. He knew he was being pathetic and desperate, but it was something he had to do. No matter what she thought of him, William felt that he owed it to himself and their relationship, to see her one more time. And he had a valid excuse, too. Maybe...
He made it to her door with no hesitation, requiring no help. This is it...he told himself. You still have time to turn back...He crushed that impulse to go back and turned the knob.
Elizabeth's secretary, Trudy Bent greeted him with, "Hello, Mr. Darcy."
"Good morning, Trudy," he said a little uncomfortably. Now that he was here, William wasn't sure it was such a good idea.
"How can I help you?"
"Um...is Elizabeth in today?" There was a slight urgency in his voice.
"Actually, she's not."
Dang! "Oh...um...when will she be here?" He tried to fight his disappointment.
"Hard to tell," replied Trudy. "You see, she's on an extended leave, starting today."
"Oh?" he managed to say. But his brain was racing...where could she be? "Do you know where she went?"
Trudy shook her head, "No, she didn't tell us. She only said she wanted to get away from New York for a while."
Or get away from me, he said to himself. "Oh."
Trudy ventured to say, "Did you need to see her particularly? Is there any message, in case she calls in?"
William hesitated, but then said, "Well, actually, I was here to drop off some of her keys. But since she's not here, I guess I'll just mail it to her later. Bye, thanks Trudy." With that, he was gone.
Trudy watched him leave and sighed to herself. At that moment, she was insanely jealous of her boss. For who else could enamour such a handsome guy, that he'd still be in love with her, even after they broke up?
A little later, in Delta Airways Flight 109.
Liz and Char found their seats. Unfortunately, it was one of those triple seats, so they'd have to share it with someone else. When they had put away their bags and stuff, they saw a young guy sitting on the aisle seat, comfortably reading a magazine.
"Oh my gosh, Liz!" whispered Char. "Look at him!"
Liz turned around to see what had caught her friend's attention and gasped. It was amazing! He looked so much like William, that it was frightening. His brown hair and dark eyes were very much like William's, the similarity was so striking that one would frown at the coincidence.
"C'mon!" urged Charlotte. "We have to get seated, the flight's taking off soon." With that, she seated herself on the other aisle seat, leaving Liz with no choice, but to sit down between the two of them.
As Liz sat down, her co-traveler looked up and smiled. Oh! Liz thought to herself in dismay. This isn't happening. I get away from New York to forget him and move on, and the first person I see looks so much like him! At any other time, the irony of the situation would have struck amusing to her, but not this time.
"Hi," he said, flashing her a brilliant smile.
"Hi," she returned with some hesitancy.
"So," he continued. "Going to Iowa, huh?"
Duh! I'm on the plane, aren't I? "Isn't that rather obvious?" she said, a little rudely.
Before this wonderful conversation could go on, Charlotte interrupted them with, "Liz! I'm going to take a little nap. Flights make me sick, so wake me up later, okay?"
"Fine, whatever," replied Liz, picking up a magazine.
"So, your name is Liz," he continued.
"You guessed it," Liz said, sarcastically.
"I'm Ben."
"That's nice."
"So, I guess it's just you and me, since your friend is asleep," he said, amicably.
"Wrong," Liz said, more harshly than she'd intended. "Look, I'm not really in the mood of any conversation, so maybe we can both return to reading quietly, okay?"
Ben smiled slightly, "Fine, whatever you say."
Meanwhile, back in New York.
William parked his car and walked slowly to his office on the second floor of the huge, impressive building. He nodded and greeted some of his co-workers, but perhaps many of them noticed his preoccupation. Truth was, William was just trying to figure out where Liz had gone to. Not that it affected him in any way, he was quick to remind himself. It was plain, simple well-wishing curiosity. Maybe I should ask Charlotte, he thought. If she'd only talk to me, that is. If anyone knows where Elizabeth went, it's probably her. Yes, I'll do that. Try and catch her during lunch.
William entered his office, briskly asking Suzy, "Any calls or messages, Suzy?"
"Yes, Mr. Darcy," she said promptly. "Ms. Bingley called in. She said she's back from Aruba and that she'll come in today."
"Okay," William said, numbly. The thought of seeing her again wasn't pleasing to him, not after what had happened. William knew it wasn't her fault alone, but he couldn't help but wonder how different things would have been today, had Caroline never entered his life...
Chapter 4
Delta Airways, Flight 109
Elizabeth had fallen asleep after the first 15 minutes of the flight. It hadn't been her plan to do so, but she hadn't counted on her physical and emotional fatigue. As she dozed, Ben watched her intently. According to his best estimations, she could not be more than 23 or 24, but she seemed mature for her age. Ben found her intriguing. He had never met anyone quite like her. Of course, he didn't even know her, but he knew that he wanted to. Her dark, expressive eyes, and curly black lashes, he found most alluring. And her determination to avoid any conversation with him, was even more interesting.
As if aware of his scrutiny, Elizabeth stirred and opened her eyes, to find her companion watching her thoughtfully. "What is it?" she asked, bewildered. Maybe there was something on her face.
"Huh?" he was surprised to find her awake so soon. "Um...nothing." Quickly changing the topic, "You're awake early. I would thought you'd sleep through the flight."
Liz, now fully awake, straightened her hair and dress, as she picked up her magazine that had fallen down, "Yes, well...I don't intend to sleep." This was said with some finality, leaving no opening for Ben to talk.
Ben watched her go back to reading her magazine determinedly and ventured to say, "You live in New York?"
Liz sighed and turned towards him, "Yes, I do."
"Oh? But you don't talk like a New Yorker..." he observed.
"That's very perceptive of you," she said, dryly. "I'm from Iowa."
"So, you're going back home?"
"Yes, I am."
There was some silence, then Ben again said, "I live in Wash DC."
"Good for you," came the reply.
Ben sighed and gave up. There was no use trying to make decent conversation with her. She would simply answer him and go back to reading. He picked up his own magazine.
Meanwhile, Liz was getting very uncomfortable. Ben seemed like a nice guy and everything, but she didn't want to talk to him. He reminded her too much of William...not only by his looks, but by his whole person. It pained her to see him. She knew that she was probably being rude and dismissive, but that could not be helped. Liz sighed to herself. Apparently, Ben had given up trying to talk with her. Maybe he'd taken offense, who wouldn't? But, she thought. I'll probably never see him again. How does it matter?
A little later.
"Wake up, Char," Liz said, while shaking her friend. "We're almost there."
Char woke up, groggy. She was always the motion-sleepy girl. They were about to land at Sioux City soon. Char sighed, "And I was having such a lovely dream, too."
Liz smiled, "How can you sleep through the entire flight like that, I'll never understand."
"It takes practice, my dear," Char replied, with a smile. "Lots of it."
"And that's something, she'll never get," joined in Ben, who'd been listening in.
Char laughed shortly, and ignoring Liz's look, she said, "I'm Charlotte."
"Ben."
"Nice to meet you," said Charlotte.
"Me too," he said. "It's nice to know that at least somebody doesn't mind me here."
Liz turned to look at him, testily, "I don't mind you here."
"Really?" he raised his eyebrows. "No wonder you didn't speak 10 words to me the whole time."
"I was reading," Liz said simply.
"Fine."
The flight attendant interrupted them with, "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be arriving at Sioux City shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts."
Even later, at the Sioux City Airport.
Liz and Char claimed their baggage. Char said, "You could have been nicer to Ben. It wouldn't do any harm."
Liz shrugged, "I didn't want to."
"Why?" Char persisted.
"You know why," Liz replied.
Char let the subject go. Her friend could be very obstinate sometimes. But Charlotte hated to see her like that. Usually, she was carefree and jolly and would converse easily with strangers. But Char was afraid that Ben reminded her too much of William. Let her be, a voice inside Charlotte told her. For god's sake, she just went through a very painful divorce. You can't expect her to be rational right now.
Since, Kingsley, the small town where Bennett farm was located, was almost an hour's drive away, the two friends decided to take a cab. As they were leaving the airport building, Char spied Ben putting his things into a cab. She waved to him. He smiled at her, and nodded to Liz, who nodded briefly in return. She watched his cab pull away thoughtfully, wondering where he was going. Not that it mattered to her, she was quick to remind herself.
Liz and Char got their own cab and gave directions to Bennett Farm.
"When are you going to your parents?" Liz asked Char.
"Probably tomorrow."
Liz was quiet for a moment. "Char?"
"Yes?"
"I just want you to know that I really appreciate your coming with me." Liz said. "I don't think I'd have the courage to come here alone. It'd be too overwhelming." She stopped, sighed, then continued. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it Liz." Char smiled at her.
She was well aware what her friend was going through. Going back home was always difficult enough, but this time Liz would have to deal with bigger issues. Char didn't think that Mrs. Bennett would be so considerate as to keep away from the subject of her daughter's recent divorce. That would be too much to expect. No, Mrs. Bennett would grind her daughter and ask her for every tiny, gory detail. Of both the parents, Mrs. Bennett had been very much in support of the marriage, simply because she wanted to marry her daughters. The only disappointment for her had been when Liz and William got married on their own, which destroyed all her dreams of a grand church wedding. But in spite of that setback, she had been happy to know that Liz got married to such a wealthy and promising, young man. And Char suspected, that Mrs. Bennett would not look very kindly upon Liz's divorce, but that could not helped.
"What are you thinking?" Liz asked Char, who'd been strangely quiet for sometime.
"Oh...nothing," Char snapped into the present, smiling at Liz. "So tell me, who's Mary getting married to? How did it happen? I always thought that she'd be the last one to get married!"
Liz smiled, "I was surprised too, when dad told me. It seems that she's marrying this doctor, who works with her. His name is Trey. And that's all I know. I guess I'll get the details when we get there."
Char nodded, "So your mother's having an engagement party."
Liz replied, "Well, sort of. All my sisters, except Lydia will be there. And I think she invited the Gardiners. It'll be sort of like a mini-family get together to celebrate the occasion."
"Have fun!" exclaimed Char, and Liz gave her a nasty look.
"I'm hoping it won't be very bad, if there're so many people to distract mom."
"I'm sure it won't," Char said, though she felt otherwise. A thought struck her, "Trey is coming too, right?"
"I think so."
"But do you have enough room for so many guests?" Char asked.
"I guess, that's for mum to decide," stated Liz. "Maybe Aunt and Uncle Gardiner will stay with the Philips."
"Let's see what happens."
Meanwhile, in New York.
William finished talking to a client when Suzy buzzed.
"Yes?" he said.
"Um...Ms. Bingley is here, Mr. Darcy. She would like to see you. shall I send her in?"
William thought for a moment, "Yes, Suzy."
Shortly afterwards, Caroline Bingley walked into his office, dressed in a bright orange suit. "William! How are you?"
"Good," he said tightly. "Nice dress."
"Do you like it!" she exclaimed. "I got it from Aruba!" She added, "Oh, and I'm so sorry to hear about your divorce."
William at her for a moment, then said, "Yes, I'm sorry too."
Caroline smiled comfortingly at him, "You must be devastated, poor man. Maybe you could come one over to my place tonight. We could have some drinks...I'll give you company."
No way! "Thanks for the offer Caroline," he said. "But I'm busy tonight."
"Maybe tomorrow then," she said, hopefully.
"No, Caroline, I don't think so," he said slowly. "Look, Caroline. Whatever happened between us was a big mistake. I'm sorry that I took advantage of you, but that can't be helped now. Forget that it ever happened."
God dammit! Thought Caroline. What will it take to get Elizabeth off his mind? But she wasn't going to give up, yet. "I understand William. But I don't see why we should spoil our friendship over this."
William only nodded. Caroline continued, "Then dinner, tomorrow night at my place?"
William thought for a second. What the heck! What harm can it do, now?! "Okay," he conceded.
"Then see you tomorrow. I still have some unpacking left," she smiled brightly at him, and disappeared.
Caroline walked out of William's office, satisfied. She'd made her point, and he'd be at her house for dinner. Friends! Ha! Caroline wasn't going to be satisfied with that. No, she had greater things at mind, and she always got what she wanted. It was a good thing, though, that William didn't suspect. He should never find out. Caroline whispered to herself, "And he never will."
Chapter 5
Plymouth County, Iowa.
Charlotte and Elizabeth anxiously looked out their windows. This was sort of a homecoming for them. They both were aware of the fact that no matter where they went in life, they would always call Iowa their home. Few people had the good fortune of growing up in such beautiful surrounds, and that blessing was not lost upon them, especially after their life in fast-paced New York.
Liz sighed, "Maybe I'm biased, but I can really think of nothing so beautiful as the prairies in the summertime."
Char agreed, "I couldn't differ with you there, or I'd not be fit to be called an 'Iowan'!"
Liz laughed shortly. It felt good to be home again. The fresh, summer air, the breeze, the wide open spaces. All that was something Elizabeth sorely missed in New York. The sudden appearance of clumps of tress in the horizon signaled the travelers that they were close to their destination.
"We're almost at Kingsley now," Liz informed Charlotte. "We'll be reaching my farm in no time."
Char simply nodded and looked on outside. The view took her breath away. It was truly amazing. Charlotte was shaken out of her reverie by Liz's voice,
"I'm scared, Char."
Charlotte turned to face Liz, surprised, "Why would you say that?"
Liz sighed unhappily, "I don't know if I can face dad again...after what happened."
Char said, "You know that there's nothing to worry about. Your father is probably the most understanding guy I know."
Liz shook her head, "But it's different this time. He was right, I was wrong. It's like Daddy Knows Best."
"You hate admitting you were wrong, don't you?" said Charlotte, with the hint of a smile.
"Maybe," said Liz slyly. Then, turning serious, "I just...I just hope it all goes well. I don't want any kind of a scene."
"Of course, you can always count on me," said Char, smiling.
"For what?"
"For distracting your parents and changing the focus of their attention at the critical time!"
The two friends laughed heartily. They were in Kingsley now. Bennett Farm was a now just matter of miles away.
Kensington Office, New York City.
William had been trying his best to work diligently through the morning, but he failed miserably. In fact, for the past few weeks, his mind had seldom been on his work. Funny, a failed marriage can do that to a person, he thought bitterly. Frustrated, he closed the audit papers of Jefferson & co. That would just have to wait. William felt the need of some soft, soothing music. He turned on the radio.
How do I,
Get through the night without you?
If I had to live without you,
What kind of life would that be?
In spite of not being an ardent country music fan himself, William did not switch channels. He felt a special affinity to this kind of music. Elizabeth just loved it. He had grown to like it, too, in time.
Oh, I
I need you in my arms, need you to hold,
You're my world, my heart, my soul,
If you ever leave,
baby you would take away everything good in my life,
and tell me now.
William sighed. He remembered the number of times he'd heard the very same song, but under such different circumstances. He'd never really paid much attention to the words before today, but now that he did, it meant a lot to him.
How do I live without you?
I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go,
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?
Exactly, William thought wryly. How do I live without her? Almost unconsciously, William turned his attention to a picture of her he still kept on his desk. It was taken about 18 months ago, at a country-dance festival. She was wearing a cowboy hat and a huge smile. William smiled, just remembering those days...
Without you,
There'd be no sun in my sky,
There would be no love in my life,
There'd be no world left for me.
And I,
Baby I don't know what I would do,
I'd be lost if I lost you,
If you ever leave,
Baby you would take away everything real in my life,
And tell me nowHow do I live without you?
I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go,
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?
Please tell me baby,
How do I go on?*
At this point, Suzy interrupted her boss by knocking the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Darcy..." She walked in, but stopped. Mr. Darcy was just sitting there, staring at some picture, music playing in the background. The sight surprised her. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said flustered. "I...ah...didn't realize...that you were busy. I'll leave." She hastily turned to exit the room.
"No, no, Suzy, it's okay," William was quick to respond, turning off the radio. "You didn't disturb me. I should be returning to work, anyway. What did you want to see me about?"
Suzy handed him some papers. "This fax just came in from Jefferson's..."
And the morning went on...
Meanwhile, in Kingsley, Iowa
The cab entered the Bennett Farm precisely an hour after having left the airport. Elizabeth's heart was in a flutter. Despite all of Charlotte's assurances, she could not rid herself of the apprehension of her reunion with her family. And that fear was never so great as when she was driving down the farm towards the main house. Nothing seemed to have changed...the cornfields, the stables, the farm...
Charlotte, sensing her friend's fears, gently squeezed her hands. "It'll be fine, Liz."
Liz nodded and smiled. Charlotte was her best friend and had been so for a long time. She didn't know what she'd do without her. Coping with the divorce would almost be impossible without her.
The cab pulled up in front of the house. Liz and Char got out, paid the fare and got their luggage. Just as the cab was leaving the premises, the front door open and Mr. Bennett emerged. "Lizzy? Charlotte?"
"Dad!" Liz exclaimed, running into his open arms. "I'm so happy to see you!"
"As am I," smiled Mr. Bennett. "You too, Charlotte," he added, seeing that Charlotte looked a little left out. He motioned her to come over and join the father-daughter huddle.
After a few moments of just standing there, Mr. Bennett said, "Now, let's get you girls settled. We've all been waiting for you."
Charlotte said, "Are my parents here, too?"
"Yes, of course," returned Mr. Bennett. "They're waiting for you in the family room."
"Maybe I'll go ahead and see them," said Charlotte. "I'll come back for my bags later."
"Sure, go ahead!" said Mr. Bennett.
Charlotte smiled at them and went in. Seeing her parents was just an excuse. Of course, she did want to see them, but Char also wanted to leave Mr. Bennett and Jim alone together. They could probably use that time.
Mr. Bennett turned earnestly towards Liz as soon as Char left. "So?"
"So."
"How are you, Lizzy?"
"I'm fine, dad. Really!" she replied. "How about you?"
"Same old...arthritis has been bothering me a little, but nothing new."
"And mom?"
"She's doing alright, too," he said. "Misses you guys, though."
Liz nodded, guiltily. "But she has Kate."
"Yes, she does," Mr. Bennett said. "And we're both happy about that. Kate is a great support for us."
"Yes, I know," Liz said, making a mental note to thank her sister later. "Now I'm here too."
"For how long?" asked Mr. Bennett.
"Right now I'm on indefinite leave...I'll stay as long as you want me too."
Mr. Bennett smiled, "That could be forever...you know we'd never ask you to leave."
"Yes, I know, dad," she said softly. "I'm glad to be home."
"Me too, hon.," said Mr. Bennett. "Now, lets get your stuff inside. Here, I'll help you with your bags."
They went inside with the luggage, temporarily depositing it near the foot of the stairs in the living room. With that done, Mr. Bennett said, "Come in and meet everyone."
Liz nodded. She dreaded this bit. She hoped against hope that her mom would not create any kind of a scene...specially with all the guests around.
Seeing Liz's troubled looks, Mr. Bennett added, "Fran will behave, I promise."
"Thank you, dad," Liz said, gratefully.
They entered the family room.
"Lizzy!!!" cried Jane, as soon as Liz entered. The sisters hugged, having not seen each other for a long time.
Mrs. Bennett approached them, "It's so good to see you again, Liz."
Liz said, "Yeah, me too, mom." She hugged her mom. Liz loved her mother, faults and all.
Liz greeted Mr. and Mrs. Lucas, who were engaged in conversation with Charlotte.
Mrs. Bennett said, "Kate, Mary and Trey are out in the farm somewhere."
"Oh?" said Liz.
"But Trey's brother just arrived," Mrs. Bennett continued. "He's in the porch. I'll introduce you."
Saying thus, she took Liz by hand and took her to the porch. A familiar looking figure was standing.
Mrs. Bennett said, "Liz, let me introduce you to --- "
He turned around. Liz cried out, "YOU!!!"
Ben smiled, "Hi again!"
* How Do I Live, by LeAnn Rimes
Chapter 6
"What are you doing here?!" demanded Liz.
"Well, I..." Ben started to say, when Mrs. Bennett interrupted him with,
"You guys know each other! That's wonderful! Great!" Saves me a whole lot of work.
Save it, mom, thought Liz. "So, you were saying..."
"Trey's my brother," said Ben. "He invited me, and I came. As simple as that." He smiled his charming smile.
"I see, okay, fine," she said, and went back inside the family room.
"Lizzy! Wait up!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennett, while muttering to Ben, "She's not always like this." She caught up with Liz, "Don't be rude, Lizzy. Keep Ben company, okay?"
"No, Mrs. Bennett," said Ben. "Nice of you to offer, but I'll be fine. I'd like to get freshened up. If you don't mind, can you show me to my room, please?"
"Of course!" Mrs. Bennett practically sang. "And what's all that Mrs. Bennett nonsense! Call me Fran." With that they left the family room.
As soon as Mrs. Bennett was gone, Liz sat on the couch next to Jane.
"Looks like mom is at it again," commented Jane.
"Don't I know it," sighed Liz.
"At east, Ben is nice...and decent."
"Yes, he's alright," was Liz's reply.
"So how do you know him?" asked Jane.
"I sat next to him on my flight over," replied Liz.
"Ah."
Changing topics, Liz said, "Oh Jane! I missed you so much!"
The sisters hugged each other affectionately.
"I wish you lived closer to New York," said Liz.
"Yeah, me too," smiled Jane. "But I don't think NY would be a good place to me. Too fast-paced...I'd much rather live in DC."
"I know, Jane," Liz smiled back. "But that doesn't mean I have to stop wishing."
"No, it doesn't," Jane said, softly. She was so happy to see her baby sister again. Life had been rough for her these past few months. And in Jane's opinion, nothing could be as therapeutic for a broken heart as time spend out in the country, with the family.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bennett and the Lucases were chatting themselves. Mr. Bennett really wanted to talk to Liz, but he wanted to give the girls a little time alone. No doubt, they'd like to have a quiet chat.
Liz and Jane know that now was not the best time for a girl-to-girl talk, so they decided to defer it till later. They went to where Mr. Bennett was seated.
"It's so good to have you girls back with us," said Mrs. Lucas. "It was just not the same without you."
"Thanks, Mrs. Lucas," said Liz, stealing a glance at Charlotte, who looked to be holding on pretty well. "We're glad to be here, too."
"Charlotte tells me," Mrs. Lucas continued. "that you both are staying for sometime."
"Yes," replied Liz. "As of yet, our plans are undecided. But I won't be surprised if we stay on for a week or two at least."
Charlotte looked up, sending a silent message to Liz not to make any promises. They'd be hard to keep.
Mr. Lucas said, "But you should visit us old folks more often, eh Jim?"
Mr. Bennett nodded, "Yes."
Satisfied, Mr. Lucas said, "I know there ain't anything real interesting for you city girls here, but at least you get some time off."
"We come as often as we can, dad," interrupted Char. "Really."
The rest of their conversation centered around the girls' jobs and latest crop reports. After a while, Mrs. Bennett came into the room, "Oh! Ben is just the sweetest boy! He laughs and he talks...and he's so handsome!"
"Mom!" exclaimed Jane, while Liz and Char exchanged glances.
"But it's true!" returned Mrs. Bennett. "But, anyway, I wonder why Mary and the others aren't back yet. It's been a while and - "
Just as she was saying that, they came in. Kate ran in as she saw Liz, exclaiming, "Lizzy!!! You're here!" Liz had always been her favorite sister and they got along pretty well.
They hugged, as Mary made the introductions. Trey Hamilton was a pleasant, smiling young man, with blond hair and green eyes. In fact, he was as different from Ben as two brothers could be.
"Nice to meet you," he said to Liz. "Mary has told me so much about you."
"Me too," she smiled. "I'm happy to finally meet you."
They just talked for a while. Trey was great...he was witty and funny and best of all, he seemed to really love Mary. Liz noted that Mary positively glowed from happiness. They looked so happy and lovesick that it reminded Liz of William and herself when they first got married. But she forced herself to get rid of that train of thought. Funny, how almost any thought she had, ultimately led to William in one way or another.
Suddenly Trey asked, "Is my brother here?"
Mrs. Bennett replied, "Dear Ben? Oh yes, of course...he's just taking a shower. But he should be down any minute now."
As if one cue, Ben walked into the room, his hair wet and a tight shirt clinging onto chest. "Howdy, folks!" he greeted them all. "Sorry I'm late...Trey!"
Kate's jaw dropped as she saw Ben. He looked so fine...it just blew her mind. She nudged Mary, "You gotta get me introduced...now!"
Mary smiled at her love-struck sister and went to join in on the brothers' conversation.
"And this must be lovely Mary..." said Ben.
"That's me," smiled Mary. "Ben, right?"
"You got it," Ben grinned. "It's so good to finally meet you...after hearing about you so much, it's a relief to know that you exist and are not just a figment of my brother's imagination! Really, from the way he described you, you sounded so perfect that for a time I was afraid he was hallucinating and was having that dream again!"
Mary laughed and Trey blushed self-consciously.
"No, I'm very real, I assure you," said Mary. "But I don't know about perfect..."
"Well, if Trey thinks you are, that's good enough for me," said Ben gallantly.
Mary smiled. Trey was right; Ben was a real charmer. Kate cleared her throat bringing Mary's attention to her. Mary motioned her to come over, "Ben, I'd like you to meet my sister, Kate."
"Hi," Kate smiled widely.
"Nice to meet you, Kate," he said, returning her smile.
"Me too," she said with sparkling eyes.
Liz had been watching Ben since the time he entered and for some reason or another, she felt annoyed. She didn't know why. Maybe it was because of his physical resemblance to William or perhaps it was because of his suave, flattering ways. But all Liz knew was that Ben had a way of charming everyone around him and she didn't want to fall for it.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Bennett bustled, saying, "I don't know how many of you are hungry, but I fixed a late lunch..."
"Great! I'm starved!" exclaimed Ben enthusiastically.
Everyone owned that they did have a little appetite, but really...when meeting with family and friends again, who thought about food, right? The entire group made it's way to the dining room, where a buffet lunch had been set out. It was nothing fancy, just plain old, staple Iowan food, which included, several casseroles, fresh fruit salad with marshmallows and cream, and strawberry pie (Thanks Lea Elizabeth!).
Everyone found themselves a seat around the table somewhere and it just happened that Liz found herself seated next to Ben.
"Hey Liz!" he smiled.
"Ben," she acknowledged him briefly.
"So, how are you doing?" he said conversationally.
"Much has not changed since you last saw me 20 minutes ago," she said sarcastically. "But I'm fine, thanks."
Undeterred, he continued, "Isn't it strange that we happen to be living in the same place. At the airport I though I'd never see you again, but I guess it's fate...it's so funny!"
"Hilarious," she said dryly. "I'm laughing right now." With that she left to get something from the table and then seated herself elsewhere.
Ben watched her every move. He wasn't sure why Liz disliked him so much. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything really annoying. But in spite of that, he felt attracted to her. He didn't often meet women who could resist his good looks and charm, but it seemed to have no effect on Liz. In fact, it was working quite the opposite on her. It was really strange, but Ben felt that she was worth his time.
"Hi," said Kate as she sat down next to him.
"Oh hi," he smiled at her. "...Kate, right?"
Oh, he remembers my name! "Yes, that's right."
Ben said, "Do you live here in Iowa or are you just visiting?"
"I live here," she said. "I'm a meteorologist...I help my dad with the farm too."
"That's really good of you," he said, thinking of some way to steer the conversation over to Liz, without sounding desperate. "Well, I live in DC. I'm an Arts dealer."
"Oh?" Kate said. "That sounds so interesting."
"Yes, it is," he replied. "I love my job...it's fun and it's what I've always wanted to do. And DC's great too."
"My sister Jane lives in DC, too!" exclaimed Kate.
"Oh?" said Ben. "I've never run into her, but it's a big place. Not like New York, of course, but still...Doesn't your sister Liz live in New York?"
"How do you know?" asked Kate, mystified.
"We were on the same plane while coming over," he said. "I had to stop by NY for some work. But," he paused, then continued. "I don't think she likes me very much."
"She doesn't?!" Kate said, sounding surprised at the notion that someone did not find Ben as perfect and wonderful as she did.
"No," he said. "I think she has a rather strong dislike for me."
Kate thought for a moment, then moving closer to him, whispered, "Don't take it personally. Liz just got divorced...she's not in real good spirits."
Divorced? That explains it. "Oh, I see. It must have been bad for her."
"Yes, it was," said Kate. "But I'd appreciate it if you don't say much about it. I think Liz doesn't want to discuss it right now."
"Of course," he said. "Thanks for the info."
"You bet," Kate smiled her best smile for him.
Meanwhile, in New York
Lunch break. It was a time of the day William usually looked forward to. It was the time when he'd usually call up Liz and talk or sometimes they'd meet somewhere for lunch, her office being just a couple of blocks away. But things had changed. William no longer looked forward for lunch breaks. Usually.
But today was different. He had been waiting for it the entire morning. And it was not because he was hungry. Rather, he wanted to catch up with Charlotte and find out where Liz went.
As William was leaving his office, he said to Suzy, "I'm going to lunch in the cafeteria."
"In the cafeteria, sir?" she asked surprised. He never did that.
"Yes, in the cafeteria." Cuz that's where I can find Charlotte.
"Okay, sir," Suzy watched him leave. I guess the divorce has affected him more than I imagined, she thought. He's been acting so strangely lately. She sighed. It was a shame.
William made his way to the cafeteria apprehensively. He was having some doubts and concerns. What if Charlotte didn't know? Or didn't want to tell him? William shook those thoughts away. He'd worry about it later. He'd have to find her first.
William entered the cafeteria and searched everywhere. But there was no Charlotte. Which is logical since she was hundreds of miles away in Iowa, but William didn't know that. He searched and he searched, but in vain. Then, it occurred to him that she might be eating lunch in her office. Directly he proceeded to that venue. This is my only chance, he thought. If Charlotte doesn't help me, there's no way I'll know where Liz went. Of course, he didn't stop to think about why he wanted to know. If he did, he'd be surprised at the answer.
Charlotte's office was big and spacious. He had been there before. He went up to the receptionist and asked her, "Hi! I've come to meet Charlotte Lucas. I'm a friend."
The receptionist, Sally said, "Just one moment, I'll check whether she's in." After a couple of moments, she said, "I'm sorry, she's out."
"Out for lunch, you mean?" he asked, hoping.
"No, she's out of town...extended leave."
Dang! "Um...I don't suppose you know where?"
"I'm afraid not," said Sally, apologetically.
"Thanks anyway," he said and left.
He felt dejected. Now there was no way he'd find out where Liz had gone to. But both Liz and Charlotte being out at the same time was a strange coincidence...if it was a coincidence at all. Well, he thought. I guess that decides it. Liz is out of my life and out of my reach...forever.
Chapter 7
Bennett Farm, Iowa.
Lunch had never been a very fancy affair in the Bennett family. It simply meant lots of good food and plenty of friends and family. And when there were festivities going on, well...suffice it to say that, Mrs. Bennett was at her prime in feeding and entertaining her guests. And today was a special occasion. Her daughter was getting married soon and this was her first opportunity to meet her future son-in-law. Mrs. Bennett was one of those women whose whole life centered around getting her daughters married. And she had not been so fortunate as to be able to do that herself. Sure, Liz had been married...but they had eloped, against her wishes, and denied her the pleasure of a grand church wedding.
But Mrs. Bennett had high hopes in Mary's case. She had never thought that Mary would be the second Bennett sister to go, but here she was...a successful career, a wonderful fiancé and the promise of a wedding ring. What more could a girl ask for! Mrs. Bennett sighed satisfactorily as she watched Mary and Trey whisper sweet nothings in each others ears, oblivious to their surroundings, very much in love. She looked around to find Ben. Oh there he was, sitting with Kate, but focussing his attention on the standing figure of Liz.
Hmmm...thought Mrs. Bennett. An idea occurred to her. The only way I can help Lizzy at this time, is to find her another man. And Ben's perfect. He's smart, funny, charming, and above all he seems to like her. It'll be great...for both of them. She couldn't help noticing that Kate was looking at Ben with sappy, lovesick devotion. But he doesn't fancy her, thought Mrs. Bennett. That'll never do. No, Lizzy, it is. And Lizzy it'll be...But Mrs. Bennett knew she had a challenge in the form of Lizzy herself. She could be quite stubborn and obtuse when she wanted to. Mrs. Bennett knew that Lizzy might resist, therefore, she'd have to give her time to fall in love with Ben. After all, with such charm, it was only so long that a woman could resist.
Mrs. Bennett walked across the room, "So Ben...I hope you didn't find the food too unsatisfactory. We farm folks keep a pretty simple table."
"Are you kidding?" he smiled. "It's the best food I've tasted in a long time...definitely better than my lovely Lean Cuisine entrees!"
Mrs. Bennett was delighted, "Why, thank you! That's so nice of you! Isn't it, Kate?"
Kate was brought back to reality at the sound of her name, "Huh?"
"Never mind," Mrs. Bennett said, visually warning Kate to come back to earth. "I heard from your brother that you live in DC...it's very good of you to come all the way here."
"Oh, it's nothing," said Ben, with a wave of his hand. "My only brother got engaged...I simply had to meet the lovely lady who made him so happy."
Mrs. Bennett smiled at this compliment, "I take it you two are very close, then."
"Oh, yes," he said. "My parents died when we were still in our teens. If anything, it taught us to love and respect each other. Even thought we live thousands of miles apart, we try to keep up with each others lives. After all, he's the only family I've got."
"That's so sweet!" exclaimed Kate.
Ben bestowed a smile on her, which made her knees weak, even though she was sitting. Mrs. Bennett was satisfied. Ben was simply delightful and no woman could resist him...not for long, anyway.
Lunch was cleared up and everyone gathered in the living room. It was a beautiful, summer day - bright, warm, and breezy. It would be such a waste to stay indoors. The younger people decided to go out in the farm to show their guests around and refresh their own memories. Excepting Kate, no one had been in Iowa recently. So an afternoon out-of-doors was definitely called for.
A long walk in the vicinity was decided upon. Without much ado, they were on their way. Mary and Trey outstripped the others, soon disappearing from view. That left Jane, Liz, Charlotte, Kate and Ben.
Kate commented, "They must really want some privacy. I've never seen Mary walk that fast!"
"Ah, but love makes us all do strange things," said Ben, smilingly.
"And so it does," said Charlotte, stealing a glance at Liz, who was very busy trying to look disinterested.
"Do you guys remember that store we used hang out in?!" Jane suddenly asked.
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed Charlotte. "Betty's!"
"Is it still here, Kate?" asked Jane.
"Yes, I think so," answered Kate. "But old ma Betty died last month."
"Aww...that's a shame," joined in Liz. "She was the best."
"Yeah!" said Kate. Addressing Ben, "When we were little, we used to hang out at her store a lot. She had ice creams, soda, candies and lots of other goodies. Of course there were other important stuff like medicine or something, but we didn't care!"
Ben laughed, "I can just picture that!"
"Maybe we can all walk over to Kingsley and stop by Betty's," suggested Kate. "Of course it wouldn't be the same without Betty, but...we could give it a try."
Since no one objected, they headed towards town.
"You must find this very different from New York," Ben said to Charlotte.
"Oh, sure," Charlotte said. "But as I grew up here, it doesn't take me long to adjust to it."
"As a boy," said Ben. "I grew up in North Carolina, but lemme tell you, I've seen nothing so beautiful as the prairies in summer."
Charlotte smiled. "Oh, I agree. Definitely! Liz and I were just talking about it in the cab. You don't really appreciate it till you have to live in New York!"
Jane said, "But DC's not that bad. I rather like it there."
"As do I," said Ben. "It's kind of a southern city in many ways and we don't live as fast-paced as you New Yorkers."
"I always thought it was glamorous in its own right," said Jane.
"Yes," said Ben. "The city has character, most definitely. You have good taste!"
Jane smiled at the compliment, "Thanks...and so do you!"
They all laughed, all except Liz, who gave a thin smile. She was amazed at the rapidity at which Ben was winning everyone over. He had a gift of knowing the right things to say to people. He would flatter them and charm them and in a few hours, they'd all be eating out of his hands. But not me, thought Liz determinedly. I lost my heart in a whim once before, not again...no, never again.
Ben's physical resemblance to William was a gift of sorts. It never let Liz forget what she'd left behind. Of course, after getting to know Ben, she found out that he and William were nothing alike. That would be too coincidental. But, she could never look at Ben and not think of William. Maybe that was why she disliked him. He attracted her in more than one ways, and that was something she definitely didn't want, at that point.
The trip to Kingsley was very pleasant. The girls found their old favorite spots and stores and it brought back so many memories. They had a good time. Ben was in the top of his form and even Liz couldn't say that he didn't know how to make them laugh. By the time they were heading home, one would imagine they were all best friends.
On the way back, somehow or the other, the conversation turned to love.
"Honestly, I must admit," said Ben. "I've never really been in love."
"No kidding!" exclaimed Kate. She would have thought that Ben was the kind of guy who easily fell in and out of love.
"I'm not nearly as shallow and vain as some people might imagine," said Ben, aiming this directly at Liz. "I'm not used to declaring my love to every other random girl I meet at a bar or a party or something. I think it should be a little more meaningful than that."
"Oh, I agree," said Kate, smiling sweetly.
"But I have faith," said Ben. "One day, I'll find my true love and we'll live happily ever after!"
"Of course, life is not a fairy tale," said Liz, rather quietly. She hadn't been talking very directly to Ben, so this little statement surprised him.
"Yes, life is not a fairy tale, as you say," he said. "But don't you think we can find our true love, then?"
Liz looked directly into his eyes, "I'm not so sure about it anymore."
"Why?" he queried.
"Because I'm not that naïve anymore."
"But isn't that a rather cynical outlook at life?" he said.
"Maybe it is," she said. "But it saves you from getting hurt." That was more than she had meant to say, so she tuned her head.
Jane and Charlotte, who were lagging behind the others, saw this exchange and looked knowingly at each other.
After some moments of silence, Ben said, "Liz...do you believe in love at first sight?"
Liz looked at Ben curiously. Was he trying to give her some message? "No, I don't."
"Well, I do," he stated firmly. Then addressing Kate, "First impressions go a long way, you know. And if I'm going to love someone for the rest of my life, I'll start from the moment I see them."
"Oh! So do I!" exclaimed Kate. She wasn't sure, but she thought that it might be some sort of message for her.
They returned to Bennett Farm, just before it was all dark outside. Mary and Trey were back. The Lucases were waiting for Charlotte. As soon as she came, they got up to leave.
"Won't you stay for dinner?" asked Liz.
"No," said Charlotte. "I'll go home now, but I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!"
Dinner was a family affair with Ben and Trey making themselves at home. They were both amusing and witty and as a result, great favorites with Mr. and Mrs. Bennett as well as the girl.
"Now I know what you see in him," whispered Kate to Mary, who was sitting next to her. "Trey's wonderful!"
"Thanks, Kate," Mary was delighted.
Mrs. Bennett then told them of the situation with the rooms. Since they didn't have enough rooms for everyone to have a separate one, Jane and Lizzy would share one, as would Kate and Mary. That left 3 rooms, for Trey, Ben and the Gardiners, who'd arrive later.
"You know, mom," said Kate. "I think everyone would be much happier if I switched rooms with Trey."
"Kate!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennett, outraged. "What an idea!"
Mary and Trey blushed as they exchanged glances. Mary knew very well that her mother was prudish and would not approve of that, which was why she'd not been informed of the fact that Mary and Trey had been living together for the past 6 months.
Everyone had had a tiring day and they all left for their rooms after dinner.
As they were going up, Trey said to Kate, "Nice try, Kate!"
"Well, I don't exactly enjoy sharing rooms with my sister!" said Kate.
"But I do," said Trey, mischievously.
"Hey!" cried Kate. "That's more than I wanted to know about you!"
Meanwhile, Jane and Liz were rather pleased at the idea of sharing rooms. It'd give them a chance to talk in peace.
Orison's Restaurant and Bar, New York
William didn't visit bars and such very often. He never needed to; he always had Lizzy with him. Moreover, he wasn't the most experienced alcohol drinker and he could never forget that one fatal drink of alcohol had been responsible for his life being where it was. But he knew he'd have to get over that. There was no point looking for a scapegoat now. It'd do no good whatsoever.
William smiled to himself, cynically. He felt like the biggest loser in the world. There he was, alone, in a bar, drinking whiskey and feeling sorry for himself. If his parents taught him one thing, it was to maintain your dignity and self-respect at all costs. He couldn't lose sight of that now. So what if he was going through a crisis in his life. It wasn't the end of the world. Maybe it was just time for him to move on.
William motioned the bartender to give him more whiskey. William felt a sudden surge of power. He felt stronger than he had for a long time.
As he was drinking, a woman came and sat down next to him. He noticed that she was blond and very pretty. She looked vaguely familiar, but he could not place her. Oh well, he let it go. She glanced thoughtfully at him as if trying to recognize him, but apparently, she gave it up too and ordered a scotch.
Their eyes met and they smiled politely at each other. At length, the girl said,
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't know," he said. "I've been asking myself the same thing."
"Well...Amber Jefferson," she said, extending her hand.
"William Darcy," said William, shaking her hand. "Oh! So that's where we've met! Are you related to Danny Jefferson from Jefferson & co?!"
"Related?! I'm his daughter!" said Amber. "I was there the other day, when you came over!"
"Yes," said William. "Now, I remember." After a brief pause, "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure, thanks," she smiled.
Chapter 8A
Bennett Farm, Iowa
As Liz and Jane ascended the stairs to their room, Ben caught up with them.
"Good night, you guys," he said, cheerfully.
"You too, Ben," smiled Jane at him.
Liz increased her pace and moved ahead of them. Ben looked questioningly at Jane, but she just shrugged her shoulders. She knew she'd have to talk to her sister. Whatever had happened in the past few months, not many people knew...and Jane wanted to find out. That was the only way she could help her.
20 minutes later; Jane and Liz's room
Liz had changed into her nightgown and was quietly brushing her hair. Jane was in bed already, and she observed her sister, hoping she would talk to her on her own. But apparently, that would never happen.
"Ben is a great guy, isn't he?" Jane casually observed.
"Very charming," said Liz, shortly.
"Yes, very charming," agreed Jane, thankful that they were finally talking. "It was amazing how quickly he made himself at home and befriended everyone."
"I wasn't amazed," said Liz, still looking at the mirror. "Guys like him live for attention and what better way to get it than charm the locals."
"Lizzy!" Jane admonished her. "What's gotten into you! Why are you so uncivil to Ben?"
Liz turned around and stared at Jane, "Don't tell me you don't see the resemblance."
"I do," Jane said, with emphasis. "But it's not his fault, is it?"
"No, it's not," Liz was fair-minded. "But it makes things far worse for me." Liz turned her back to Jane, and she knew that Liz was crying.
"My poor, baby!" Jane exclaimed, as she rushed to Liz's side. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring back memories."
Liz dried her eyes, as she smiled at Jane, "Don't worry about it, Jane. It's my own fault for being too emotional. What's the big deal?! Thousands of people get divorced...only...I never thought, I would be one of them."
Jane looked sympathetically at Liz, feeling all her pain, "Please tell me, Liz. I remember a time when you told me everything...we're sisters! I can help you...but you have to tell me." Jane had a pleading look about her.
Liz looked at her thoughtfully, "I guess you could be right...no one knows...even Charlotte."
"It won't help to keep things bottled inside," said Jane. "You were hurt...that's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens. Things didn't work out the way you planned. So what? You can't let that stop you."
Liz smiled at her sister's spirit. Maybe that's what she needed, some spirit. "You're right, Jane," she said. "I'll tell you, then, if you think you can handle all the gory details."
"Try me."
Liz gave a tiny smile and settled herself on her own bed, while Jane lay on hers. "Okay, you asked for it...so here goes." She paused, "But first, promise me you won't hate William because of this."
God, she still loves him! "Of course, if you want me to."
Liz sighed, "Where do I begin...five years is such a long time..."
"Begin at the beginning," advised Jane. She knew that this was going to be hard on her sister, but she'd have to tell someone, sooner or later, and it might as well be now.
"Okay, if you want," said Liz. "You know all this already, but I'll put things into perspective...5 years ago, I was a silly, naïve, gullible schoolgirl, who believed in true love and was incredibly stupid about it."
"Lizzy!" interrupted Jane. "Don't be so hard on yourself."
"No, Jane," said Liz. "Let the blame rest where it should. It was my own fault...I shouldn't have been so precipitate...but, anyway, NYU was great! A big city with more people than I ever saw in Iowa. For the first year, I was just overwhelmed by everything. I was terribly homesick and felt rather lonely...that was when I first met...him."
Jane heard her sharp intake of breath, but said nothing. Liz continued, "We met and it was probably the most wonderful thing that ever happened. I think it was love at first sight, for me at least." Liz stopped again.
"Liz..." Jane said. "You don't have to do this, if you don't want to. The last thing I'd want is for you to feel pressured into confiding in me."
Liz smiled at her sister. "Dear Jane, always so considerate, always the angel. Oh! I missed you so much! But don't worry...I'll survive...it feels better already, telling you about it. So...as I was saying, it was love at first sight. Now in reflection, I think it couldn't have been "real" love since we were both so young, but that didn't stop us. We dated steadily all through freshman and most of sophomore year in college. And then, it happened, we decided to get married and live off campus."
Liz saw her sister listening intently, "I know that you know much of what I'm telling you, but I think it's better this way. I think our problem started at the beginning." She paused, "I remember we were so very young...I was only 20. I called dad and he warned me not to go through with it, but no! I was too smart to listen to that!"
"The next year and half were probably the best years in my life. William's parents didn't approve of the match, so they refused to help us with our expenses. It was a time for struggle. We both went to school, worked 25 hours a week in odd jobs, and tried to have some sort of a life. Now I wonder what the hurry was, but I guess the rashness of youth knows no reason."
"Lizzy!" Jane laughed. "You make it sound like you're old now. But you're only 25, remember? If you're old, I'm a grandma!"
Liz smiled at this, "But I think, I've really matured extraordinarily these past few years. Anyway, college was the easy part. No matter what hardships we faced, at least we were together. The real troubles started when we graduated. It was then that I realized that we belonged to different worlds...I was still a struggling painter, but William...he was destined to be a business tycoon. His father made up with him, and paid for his higher education, meaning, he became a CPA."
Liz sighed, remembering the past, "For 6 months during his training, I hardly saw him at all. It was a lonely time for me. But that was nothing. After that, things really got busy. William always had to fly from one part of the country to another, from one country to another. I knew it was important for him...so I said nothing, trying to make the best of the time we had together. He found nothing unnatural with the situation, cuz that's the way his parents had lived. But I wanted more...I wanted him to spend some time with me...not always, but just...you know..."
Jane nodded sympathetically, as Liz continued, "It might sound rather possessive to you, but I really tried to be fair-minded, but one day, last year it really ticked me off. He told me he'd be there for my birthday, but he never showed up. Apparently, some important clients in LA held him up. That was it. We fought. I asked him which was more important, me or his job. He said, both, but right the day after that, he left for Hawaii. Then, I knew...what really mattered. I called his office, and his secretary told me that this was a matter of millions, very important, apparently. And I felt that maybe I was being a little unfair. After all, he had often offered to take me with him, but I didn't want to leave my job either."
Liz smiled cynically, "I guess, I was still naïve. I took the next plane to Hawaii, hoping to find him there and make up, but...who should I find sleeping in his room, but his partner Caroline." Liz was bitter. "All my disillusions faded away. I flew back to New York and filed for divorce. I guess I knew that our marriage was over."
Tears flew freely, but Jane didn't stop her. It was, after all, a justified human emotion. Liz tried her tears, "Of course, it's my fault too. I took our marriage for granted and thought that nothing could spoil it. What a fool I was!"
Jane understood her sister's bitterness, and she said, "But Lizzy, what did he have to say?!"
"William? Oh, he was sweet about it and tried to tell me it was all a mistake, but I knew deep down, that it would be for the best. He probably needs someone from his own background, someone who understand his job better." Liz let out a laugh, "Someone who's not me."
"I'm sorry, Liz," said Jane, quietly. "I'm so, so sorry. I wish there was some way I could help you. but do you think you can ever forgive him?"
"I don't blame him, Jane," said Liz, with a sigh. "I really, honestly don't. It didn't work out. It was both our faults. So there's no question about forgiveness."
"Not many women would be so generous in the same situation," observed Jane. "But, then, why are you so hostile to Ben?"
Liz thought for a moment, "I said I didn't blame William, but that doesn't mean I don't want to forget him. Ben reminds me too much of him, Jane."
"I understand," said Jane. "But you can try to be a little more polite. I don't want you to marry the guy."
"Not you, maybe. But mom does," smiled Liz. "But fine, I'll behave better, okay?"
"Thank you," said Jane. "Good-night, Lizzy. Sweet dreams."
"You too, Jane."
And the sisters went to sleep.