I nodded. A walk would do me good.
“You’d better put his little vest on,” I said, glancing at the overexcited puppy, who’d just learned the meaning of ‘walk’.
I’d laughed over the last week as packages had arrived for Amory at an endless rate. She’d found an online doggie designer who made everything from coats to t-shirts. I’d have put money on the fact that Scotty’s mini wardrobe probably had more designer labels than mine.
“Ah, so you’re saying you don’t think my puppy purchases were so silly now?” She arched a brow.
I giggled. “Well, I think a doggy jumper is probably wise in the snow… I’m just not sure about the design.”
She rolled her eyes. “Doggy denim is hot right now, and how much does it suit the caramel tones of his fur?”
“Oh my God, you’re one of the designer doggie moms. How sad for you, Amory.” Scotty tried to escape her clutches as she wrestled yet another doggy jumper on him.
“Yeah, I know! How sad am I.” She giggled, not sad in the slightest.
We wound on scarves, and made our way outside, the cold, crisp air stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Have you spoken to Kai today? I didn’t see him at breakfast, which is unlike him,” she said, wrinkling her brow.
“He was heading to the chalets the last time I saw him, but then Mom came over…” I trailed off, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
“God, that view just never gets old,” Amory said, pointing to the snow-covered mountains in the distance, gray, somber skies above filling the silence we’d lapsed into. “It always sort of shocks me when I walk outside and see the sky, rather than a skyscraper. It stuns me for a second, every single time, and then I wonder how I lived so long without a place like Cedarwood in my life. If I had to leave Evergreen, I’d miss it every single day.”
Gone was the high-heel-wearing Manhattanite, gone was the girl who’d spend an hour doing her hair every single morning. Cedarwood had gotten under her skin, she’d swapped heels for boots, sleep-ins for morning walks, and straight hair for windblown curls. Life was so much easier here, so natural.
Scotty ran past us, barking at a rabbit who hopped past, easily evading his curiosity.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened with your mom?” Amory asked.
I spent the next hour explaining everything to my best friend, how I’d felt growing up, and what I thought would happen to my mom now the secret was out.
“Golly, goes to show you just never know what someone is really going through,” she said, shaking her head.
“I know,” I replied with a nod.
Amory hugged herself tight, calling Scotty back from the dense foliage by the lake. “I think you did the right thing, getting her to come out here. To explain it to you in person and face up to the past. Now you can both finally move forward. It’s time to focus on the future.”
“What about the maze?”
“Ask your mom. Involve her in it. What does she want? Really, you can understand if she wanted it to remain hidden. Maybe you could plant a rose garden there, in memory of the child. Something to honor her, and what happened.”
“That’s a great idea, Amory. It would be nice to remember Tabitha, not hide away from it any more.” I gazed out across the expanse of water, still frozen, waiting for spring to come bringing its thaw. “Maybe it would also give Mom a sense of closure.”
“Oh, darling, it definitely would. I mean, look at what your mom’s been through, and how she punished herself for so long over a tragic accident. It’s so bloody sad. I hope she starts to forgive herself soon.”
“Me too.” I turned back to my best friend and smiled, feeling the pressure of the secret lift off my shoulders. “Thanks, Amory. It’s so nice to be able to talk about it openly now.”
We walked in silence for a while before I said, “So, you know we have nothing booked for the next two weeks, and after that we’re going to be super-busy the way our bookings and enquiries are going.”
“Yeah, and where exactly are you going with this little tidbit?” She stared me down, provoking a laugh. She knew me too well.
“Well, if you wanted to go for a quick vacation, I don’t know, to South America…”
She swatted me on the arm. “You minx. Threaten to push me over a cliff, you would, just so I’d agree to meet the parents. You know,” she said more seriously, “I think I might take you up on that, though, because it does seem really important to Cruz, and I’m a bit of a harridan for saying no before, aren’t I?”
“You’re not a harridan.” I searched her face, so glad to have her here and realizing she was truly a different person to the one who’d arrived a few months ago. It wasn’t that she was maturing – she could still be the most childish person I knew – but she stopped to think about other people more, considered their feelings, their wants and needs ahead of her own. While we were busy at the lodge, we also had more time to reflect; the peace and quiet of the place gave you ample time to think about life and love and everything in between. It was shaping Amory in a way I hadn’t seen before. Already perfect in my eyes, she was just losing that prickly edge she sometimes showed the world to hide her vulnerability.
“Will you puppysit?” she asked suddenly, shaking me out of my reverie. “When we go to South America? I mean, I’m only going for a week. I absolutely refuse to leave you and Scotty for any longer than that, no matter what Cruz says!”
I smiled. “Of course. Scotty will be fine with me.” It would make the lonely nights easier, when they were gone. Kai would be gone by then too… At least I’d have a little ball of fur to curl up with.
With one day until the party, things ramped up at the lodge. Deliveries were coming thick and fast, and Amory directed everyone with the assiduity of a railway conductor while I was busy tearing my hair out in the office.
“Tim, I totally understand, he wants it perfect – but he has to remember we’ve had less than a week to make this happen. And we’re in Evergreen, not exactly a hive of activity where I can step out at any hour for supplies.”
He sighed, and I could hear his frustration down the phone. “I know, I know. I don’t think he really gets it.”
I softened a little. “Look, tomorrow he will be so totally wowed with what we’ve done he won’t notice the things we didn’t do. We’re about to start decorating – full Gatsby Roaring Twenties-style – and I promise you, you’ll be searching the crowd for F. Scott Fitzgerald himself, that’s how amazing it will look.”
“Thanks, Clio. I know you’ve worked miracles to get it done on time and we’ve kept throwing curveballs. Maybe once this is done we can have that drink?”
“I’d love to catch up with the gang again, Tim…”
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