to be part of the country club set. She often gazed at the women around her, all busy with their children, many saying how they’d like to be her, free from the responsibilities of raising “the little brats,” but saying it with such love that she’d often had to fight back tears. Vin seldom said much, but when he was frustrated or annoyed he brought up the lack of children and, although it was unstated, she was sure he blamed her.
Now he cuddled her closer. “I won’t count my chickens,” he said with a long sigh, “but I know how much they need me and how many accounts might follow me, so they can’t risk my going elsewhere or opening my own shop. It’s just that the waiting gets so frustrating.”
“I know,” she said, turning her face to kiss the hand that rested on her shoulder. “But you make a good salary and you’re well respected within the agency and the advertising community as a whole. You won that award just last year, so partnership is really only a title.”
His body stiffened. “Awards are one thing, but this is different. Partnership means my name on the letterhead and a piece of the action. I want that.” His voice rose. “I’ve had enough of salaries and skimpy bonuses. I want an equity share in the business.” He stared off into space. “I’d be the youngest partner H&R ever had.”
She slid her arm behind him and hugged. It was the only thing she could do. “There’s lots of time.”
Another long sigh shook his body. “I know. It’s just that I work my butt off and I want recognition, both the applause and the big bucks.” Mostly, she thought, the big bucks. That was the way he measured his success, as, she guessed, most men did.
“I know, darling, and I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.” She took a breath. “Did you look at any more houses today?” She knew the change of subject might lift his spirits. They’d been searching for a house to buy for almost a year. At first, whenever the real estate lady called, Pam had accompanied her husband to open house after open house. After the twentieth perfectly acceptable one he rejected for some reason she couldn’t fathom, she decided to let him to weed out the chaff, then visit only those that made the final cut.
He brightened immediately. “Actually, I think I’ve found a solution to the whole house problem.”
She sat up and turned to face him, a wide smile on her face. “Tell me,” she said.
“Well, you know that piece of land down by the stream off Maple Row?”
“The one that the builder’s had so much trouble getting the town to approve because of the marshy areas along the waterway?”
“Yeah. I’ve been exchanging e-mails with the guy and he thinks he’s found a way to create oddly shaped parcels that the town might just go along with. He says we can get in on the ground floor and he’ll build to suit.”
“I thought we’d decided that building a house would be too expensive.”
“It’s more than we’d planned to spend, but I think it’ll be worth it. We’re close enough to the city to lure lots of clients to great parties there. I think the partners will be impressed, too.”
“We really shouldn’t buy something just to impress people.” She listened to herself and realized how self-righteous she sounded. But they’d gone over the numbers several times and discovered that the cost of building the kind of house Vin wanted would be astronomical. And she knew that once the house was begun, he wouldn’t settle for less than the best.
“Pam, relax.” His voice took on a slightly patronizing tone. “I won’t put us into debt just to impress a bunch of folks I don’t care about, but this would really be a great deal. Think of it. Only half an hour from the city and less than ten minutes from the train station. We can throw parties, have taxis pick people up at the station and ferry them to the new place. Everyone will be green with envy.” He was talking faster now. “The builder will have to cut his price since the frontage will be severely limited by the shape of the parcels. We can probably do the whole thing for under five hundred thousand.”
Five hundred thousand dollars sounded like a fortune to her, but Vin seemed to take it all in stride. “You’ve done quite a bit of thinking about this, haven’t you,” she said. It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. She didn’t really mind him weeding out the unsatisfactory houses, but she was a little annoyed that he seemed to be making these big decisions without consulting her.
“I guess I have, and it’s really ideal. I knew you wouldn’t stand in my way. You’ve never said a thing against the idea.” She looked at him and raised a dubious eyebrow. “Okay,” he continued, “I know I should have been discussing this with you, but until the last few days this house had been only a slight possibility. Now it seems it might just happen and I want to be there with a down payment and a previously arranged mortgage when it does. It’s my dream.”
So many things “might” happen. Most of the time, if she shut her mouth and just went along, the things didn’t happen and she was saved from having to put up a fuss. She pictured the property he was talking about. He’d taken her to see it when the possibility of buying it had first arisen, but that had been almost five months before and she hadn’t heard anything about it since. The area certainly was beautiful, though, tall oaks and maples interspersed with pine and hemlock. Fields of wildflowers on either side of a meandering brook. It would be quite a spot for a modest home. The land would be pricey, but they might be able to afford it if the cost of the house could be kept within reasonable limits. But could Vin rein in his desires? “It sounds fine,” she said, unwilling to dampen Vin’s high spirits, “and it might work as long as we’re careful and build something modest, maybe around two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. When will the builder know?”
“Actually, I should know about both the promotion and the house within the next few weeks.” Vin put his feet on the coffee table and held her close, seeming to sense her unease. “Relax, baby. It will all work out. When I make partner there will be a big increase in my compensation and, with a cut of the profits, we’ll be able to afford anything we want.”
Chapter
3
Three months passed and, since Vin still didn’t have his partnership, he was talking more and more about forming his own agency. Work had also begun on “the house.” Funny, Pam thought, she always thought of it in quotes. The builder had named the cul-de-sac Maple Court and had arranged six houses on pie-shaped, four-acre parcels in such a way that the frontage on the court itself was barely wider than the driveway but the land opened out in the back all the way to the stream.
At first the house had been kept modest. They’d met with a well-known local architect and discussed a three-bedroom raised ranch. She’d been delighted with the ideas the architect put forth, but Vin seemed dissatisfied. “What about something colonial, with maybe four bedrooms upstairs?”
“Sure,” the architect had said, “we can do that,” and he’d begun to sketch out a design. Plan after plan was changed and finally, as she had with house hunting, Pam let Vin meet with the architect himself. Only later did Pam find out that Vin had added bedrooms, baths, and a second family room until the final plans called for a building of almost seven thousand square feet, not including the three-car garage. There were two fireplaces, one a unique arrangement that could be opened to either the dining room or the living room and one in the master suite. There was an area set aside for a large, covered outdoor patio with a built-in grill, sink, refrigerator, and spacious cabinets. The twenty-five by fifty in-the-ground pool and some distance behind it the hot tub that seated ten were surrounded
