So I am going to tell you a big secret. But you must swear to me on your life you will not breathe a word of this to anyone else.â
âI swear,â I said warily.
She leaned in and whispered, âRussell is alive.â
I pulled back. âWhere is he?â
âShhh! Not so loud.â
âBut where is he?â
âI donât know exactly. But I do know that he is alive. I know it inside, here. â She put her hand on her heart. Her eyes burned with conviction.
âBut you havenât actually heard anything?â
âNo.â
I mustered a halfhearted smile, thinking this was merely wishful thinking on her part. My assumption was that if they hadnât found Russell Cole by now, heâd most likely drowned. But I didnât want to dash her hopes.
âOkay, well, letâs pray he is then.â
âDo not look so skeptical, Jo. You do not understand. Russell is alive,â she said emphatically. âThis has happened before.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou swear you will keep this in confidence?â
âI swear.â
She gave me a single, solemn nod. âRussell has disappeared before, Jo. And not just once.â
âYouâre kidding. How? When ?â
âI can not go into it. But I will tell you that my darling husband is not a well man. He has a terrible psychological affliction. We will find him sooner or later. We always do.â
âWhat kind of affliction?â
She raised her palm like a traffic cop. âThat is all I can tell you, I am afraid. But I have been through this before and I know it will all turn out well in the end.â
I was dying to ask more questions, but she clearly wasnât going to talk, and the steady stream of wet, cranky guests filing into the tent started to intrude on our space. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around. It was Max, looking amazingly dry and handsome in an old-style double-breasted tuxedo.
âI believe youâre my dinner partner,â he said.
I confess that I felt a little frisson of real attraction.
âYou know Carla Cole, donât you?â I said, trying not to forget my manners.
Max mock-kissed Carlaâs hand, as was his wont. âWe have indeed met,â he said. âTerribly sorry to have missed your party last evening.â
âYes, I am so sorry, too,â Carla said. âYou were supposed to be sitting next to Jo, but you will make up for it tonight.â
With that, a gong sounded and harried waiters made pleas for all of us to be seated.
âCome, dear lady,â Max said, taking my hand. âI believe they want us to sit down before the tent falls in on us.â
As we were walking to our table, Carla said to me, âI know you are going to be my great friend and mentor in New York, Jo, because we are sisters under the skin.â
It was an odd thing to say. Was Carla going to be spending more time in New York I wondered? When I glanced back, Carla was staring at Max and me with a strange look on her face. When she saw me, she smiled as if she were embarrassed Iâd caught her, and turned away.
At dinner, I was seated between Max and Sir Arthur Tilden, the governor general of Barbados, a lean, bespectacled black man with wiry, salt-and-pepper hair and a grave countenance. Sir Arthur had performed the marriage ceremony. He, of course, knew that Russell Cole was missing, because it was he who Carla had called for help, at Bettyâs insistence. Heâd helped get things mobililized. He didnât say a word to me about Russell, however. Sir Arthur was very discreetâan admirable if dull trait. I wondered if Max knew, because if he was going out with Lulu, perhaps sheâd phoned him, as well as Miranda. In any case, I wasnât going to be the one to bring it up with either man. I kept thinking about what Carla had said about Russell and wondered what kind of âpsychological
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