34
WHEREVER APOLOGIES ARE ACCEPTED
Two days after the debacle, Lily knocked on the kitchen door. She held out a bouquet of flowers for Grace. “I’ve come to apologize. For the things that I wrote about you.”
“You shouldn’t have to apologize to me,” Grace told her, taking the flowers. They were roses. “You were writing in your diary. You didn’t know your thoughts were going to be broadcast.”
“I know. It was all Jordan’s fault. But who’s going to remember that? They’ll just remember that I wrote it.”
“Most probably won’t remember at all.”
Lily looked gloomy. “Dominic told me that Mr. Carter and Pippa have broken off their engagement. She’ll remember.” She sighed. “I don’t know where she lives, so I can’t take her roses. But I doubt she’d want them anyway, do you? Not from me, anyway.”
She leaned against the counter as Grace retrieved a vase and arranged the flowers. They were beautiful—and fragrant. They did take a little of the sting out of having the entire neighborhood know that she and Wyatt had experienced a moment of madness.
Lily tilted her head. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“Four.”
Lily’s eyes widened. “Four?”
“My two half brothers here,” Grace explained, “and my younger half brother and sister in Portland.”
Lily looked astonished. “You never talk about the Portland people.”
“They’re a lot younger than me. I was eleven when my half brother Jake was born, and I was already a teenager by the time Natalie came along. She’s just finishing up high school.”
Lily took a moment to absorb this information. “Do you hate any of them?”
The question caught Grace off guard. “No. Of course not.”
“I’m pretty sure I hate Jordan. And it’s not just what happened at the party—Jordan ruins everything. I blame her for what happened to Nina and Mom.”
“That was an accident.”
“But they wouldn’t have been driving if it hadn’t been for Jordan! I’ll never forgive her for that,” Lily said. “Never.”
Grace thought about letting the subject drop, and staying out of it. Not my problem. Ray had warned her not to interfere, and though his words had stung, and she’d thought he was being an illogical ass, maybe his instinct was right. She couldn’t help remembering how angry she’d been when Muriel had told her that her father should be in a home. Outsiders shouldn’t butt into family business.
On the other hand, here was Lily, wounded and distressed. She couldn’t just wave her out the door. Thanks for the roses, sorry you hate your sister. Have a nice day.
“What if it had been you who your mom and sister were picking up?” Grace asked her.
Lily’s eyes bugged. “I wouldn’t have been arrested!”
“Okay. But what if you had called from band practice and asked your mother to come get you, and then she and your sister had had an accident picking you up?”
“But that didn’t happen. This was totally unexpected, because Jordan was at a police station.
“Did the police station have anything to do with the car crashing? Shouldn’t your anger be for the person who actually hit them? Or was it the condition of the road, or the time of day? Maybe the sun created a glare and the other driver didn’t see their car. None of that was in Jordan’s power—or anyone else’s—to control.”
She didn’t know what she had expected. A teary Hallmark moment of understanding and forgiveness, maybe.
Instead, by the time she’d finished, Lily’s face had turned a darker hue of red. “Why are you taking her side? She doesn’t even like you!”
“Yeah, I sensed that.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you had twenty brothers and sisters,” Lily railed at her, “you don’t know what it’s like to live with Jordan. Even if she wasn’t directly responsible for Mom and Nina, she’s made my life a misery. And she’ll never change!”
“That’s probably true.”
Lily looked as if she was about to continue her rant, but at the last minute she doubled back. “What’s true?”
“She won’t change—or if she does, the change probably won’t be what you would have expected, or wanted.”
“Great!” Lily said. “Thanks. That’s really comforting.”
“You can change yourself, but other people are out of your control, unfortunately.”
“There’s nothing the matter with me,” Lily argued. “I’m not the problem.”
“You’re the problem if you’re unhappy,” Grace told her, amazed how easy it was to channel Deepak Chopra when faced with an unhappy teenager.
“You’re not listening,” Lily said. “I’m telling you, if it weren’t for Jordan, I would be happy.”
“Look, I’m not saying you have to like Jordan, or even get along with her. But the fact is, she’s going to be your sister forever. Even if you become the kind of siblings that live on opposite sides of the continent and don’t even send each other Christmas cards, she’s going to be out there, and you’re going to think about her. So for your own peace of mind, you should figure out something about her that doesn’t make you crazy—just one little thing. That way when you’re giving lectures at Princeton and she’s serving her life sentence in the women’s correctional facility in Chowchilla, California, you won’t have this awful gunk festering away inside you. Instead, you can think to yourself, ‘Gosh it must be difficult for a free spirit like Jordan to be spending her life making license plates.’ ”
Lily bit her lip to stop her face from crooking into a smile. “But there’s nothing to like about her. You couldn’t find anything either, even if you tried.”
“Yes, I could. I know she’s a talented artist. I have a painting she did of a demented smiley face.”
Lily’s mouth dropped. “You have Egbert?”
“It’s up in my room. And sometimes on the worst days I can look at that crazy picture—and I don’t know why—but it makes me feel better. It really does.”
“I thought Egbert was gone for good,” Lily said. “I thought everything of Nina’s was gone.”
“No, it’s just dispersed,” Grace assured her. “Egbert found a good home.”
Lily folded her arms. “I still don’t think Jordan’s all that great.”
“I was just trying to give you a coping mechanism,” Grace said.
The girl narrowed her eyes and focused on a spot on the linoleum. “I’m going to cope by leaving. I’m going to go live with Granny Kate.”
Unexpected sadness welled up in Grace at the news. “Your dad would miss you. So will Dominic. We will here, too.”
Lily pursed her lips. “I don’t believe it. Sometimes I think I’m one of those invisible people that no one remembers after they leave a room.”
Grace couldn’t help laughing. “If you think that, you don’t know yourself at all. I remember the moment you opened the door when I went to your house to find Iago. And the moment you came over to return the cheap plastic cookie plate—looking for Crawford but not saying so.”
Lily’s hue turned a shade redder. “How pointless was that? I was crazy, thinking any cute boy would look twice at me.”
Grace held back for a moment, wondering if she should not interfere in this, either. In for a penny . . . “Look—don’t take this wrong.” Lily stared up with wide eyes, and Grace continued. “You have a very distinctive appearance. But teenage boys aren’t really known for favoring distinctive.”
“What about Jordan? She has peach and black hair and the personality of a viper—but Crawford fell in love with her anyway.”
“I’m not sure I’d call it love. And Jordan also wears make-up and clothes that make her stand out.”
“Make her look like a skank, you mean.”
Grace wasn’t going there. “But the thing is, dating and stuff—it takes a little effort.”
Lily glanced at her sharply. “You mean I ought to make myself look just like everybody else. But how can I do that? Everybody knows who I am already. How stupid would I seem if I suddenly showed up at school attempting to look like the cover of Seventeen?
“You wouldn’t look stupid. You might feel awkward for a day or so. And then . . .”
Lily shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said anything. You don’t know what it’s like. Anyway, you look sort of normal, and Ben still dumped you, and I haven’t noticed men flocking around here. Except Mr. Carter, and he’s not exactly particular.”
Sort of normal? What part of her wasn’t normal? She was interested to know, but she probably shouldn’t be asking a fifteen-year-old.
Grace lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “Well, do as I say, not as I do.”
She had the sinking feeling that nothing she’d said had made the least bit of difference. “The only thing I want to do is flee,” Lily said.