that, the marriage swiftly unraveled. But their love for their daughter never changed. And the old undercurrent of desire that had drawn them together, that, too, stayed strong as ever. Briana had found that although pride was a cold bedmate, it was a safe one.
She rose to empty the wineglass and tidy the kitchen before she went to bed. She was emotionally exhausted, and Nealie would be up early, wanting her daddy.
Halfway to the kitchen, she heard a knock at her door. She turned and went to answer it. Her father stood on the little cement porch, a knitted cap pulled over his ears, a matching muffler wound around his neck.
“Poppa,” she said in surprise. “It’s cold. Why are you out?”
“I came to see if you were all right,” Leo said, stepping inside. He looked at her living room suspiciously, as if were somehow contaminated. Then he gazed studiously at the wineglass in her hand. “Does he have you drinking alone? I hope it’s not come to that already.”
Briana gave him a rueful smile. “I was about to throw it out. Do you want a glass for yourself? A cup of cocoa?”
He waved away the suggestion, then sat down heavily on the couch. He unbuttoned his jacket but didn’t take it off. He watched her go into the kitchen, pour the wine down the drain, then rinse the glass.
She turned to face him. “Make yourself comfortable, Poppa. Can I take your hat and coat?”
He shook his head, but took off his cap and held it scrunched in his fist. “I won’t stay. Like I say, I just came to see if you’re all right.”
“Of course, I am,” she fibbed.
“He stayed a long time.” Leo said, his tone unhappy.
“Not so long. He read Nealie to sleep. Then we talked a little.”
“He made you cry,” Leo said. “I can see the streaks on your face.”
She felt shamefully caught. She put her hand up to her cheek. “It’s nothing,” she said.
“What did he do to make you cry?” Leo demanded.
“Nothing. He did nothing.”
“Then what did he say?” Her father’s face was grim.
Briana sat in the armchair, trying to look as composed as possible. “He didn’t say anything. Really, Poppa, it’s—private. It’s not easy having a broken marriage. I’m sorry for Nealie, that’s all.”
Leo didn’t look as if he believed her. “He wants you back, doesn’t he?”
“No.” She bit off the word. “He doesn’t.”
“It would never work,” Leo warned her. “He’s not a man who’ll settle down. The roaming—it’s in his blood.”
“Poppa, you don’t need to tell me that.”
“He’ll certainly never make a farmer. Not him. Not that one.”
“He doesn’t want to be a farmer,” she retorted. “He’s a photographer, a world-class one. He’s got a gift, and it’s his duty to use it.”
Leo’s face turned sad. “He’s got a family. It’s his duty to stand by them.” He paused. “He doesn’t want you to come with him, does he? That wouldn’t be good for Nealie. All that moving around. She’s a delicate child. And this is the only world she’s ever known.”
Briana clutched the arms of the chair so tightly her fingertips were numb. “He hasn’t asked us to come with him.”
“That’s good,” Leo said, nodding. “This is the only family Nealie has. Josh has none to speak of.”
“No. He doesn’t.”
Josh had no one. He had grown up in a series of foster homes in Detroit. His mother had abandoned him when he was four, saying she was too sick to keep him. She died a year later of hepatitis. He did not know who his father was.
A difficult child, he was moved from home to home. He didn’t begin to find his way until he was fourteen, when he’d traded a stolen fifth of rum for a used camera.
No, Briana thought bitterly, Josh had no family, and why shouldn’t such a rootless boy grow up into a rootless man? The camera was his real soul mate, the great love of his life.
“I don’t know what I’d do if you and Nealie left us,” Leo said. “I guess I’d have to curl up my toes and die.”
An infinite weariness sank into Briana’s bones. “We’re not leaving. And he’s not staying. Let’s not talk about it anymore. Please.”
“Well, it bothers me,” Leo said, crushing his cap into a ball. “Every time he shows up here—every time he even phones, you moon around as if your heart’s half broke.”
“I do not.”
“And Nealie.” Leo rolled his eyes. “He goes away, and you’d think the sun had fallen out of the sky forever. It takes her days to get over it. The longer he stays, the worse she gets. So how long is he staying this time?”
“I don’t know.” That, at least, was the truth.
“Sometimes I think it’d be better if he never came at all.”
“That’s wrong. He loves her. And she loves him.”
“Indeed he does, and indeed she does. But it’s a painful thing to watch, that’s all I’m telling you,” Leo said.
“Poppa,” she said, “I understand how you feel. I really do. Just be civil to him, that’s all I ask.”
“Have I ever been less than civil?” he asked, his tone pained. “Have I ever so much as raised my voice to him? No. I even asked him to stop and stay with me. Well, he’d have none of it, and maybe it’s better.”
“Maybe it is,” she said.
He rose unsteadily to his feet. His arthritis must be bad tonight, she thought. “I’ll go,” he said, buttoning his jacket. “You’ll think me an interfering old man. It was only that I was worried. He stayed so late.”
“Not so late,” she said, coming to her father and adjusting his muffler.
He pulled on his cap. She walked him to the door. He put his hand on the knob, then leaned and kissed her brusquely on the cheek.
“Maybe this time you’ll get him out of your system,” he said. “Find a different man, a real family man. Have more children. You were never meant to have only one child, you know. That’s been my prayer many a time. To see you with another baby in your arms.”
He kissed her again and left. For a moment, she leaned against the closed door, hearing his last words echo in her head.
She put her hands over her eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
THE BEDSIDE PHONE rang, and Josh picked it up immediately.
