After the revelation that Francesca is Violet’s godmother, the dinner goes from bad to worse. Pete and Lydia won’t stop bickering. On top of that, they order a second bottle of wine and Pete proceeds to get increasingly smashed. At one point, it gets so bad that Joel reaches for Cassie’s hand and gives her a squeeze under the table, because he can see how upsetting it is to her.
Also, it turns out Cassie does not like foie gras mousse. It takes all her self-restraint not to spit it out into her napkin.
Just as they’re finishing up their meals, Lydia gets a call on her phone. In spite of her snippy comment when Cassie took out her phone, it isn’t the least bit surprising when Lydia takes the call.
“Hi, Lucy,” Lydia says into her phone. “Is everything okay with Violet?” She listens for a moment. “What about her bedtime story?” Another pause as Lydia clucks her tongue. “No. Violet is supposed to read her own bedtime story. She knows how to read!”
Lydia rolls her eyes dramatically at the table. “Put her on. I’ll talk to her.”
With those words, Lydia hops out of her seat and goes to the front of the restaurant to talk to her daughter without the three of us staring at her. It’s a relief to have Lydia gone, even temporarily. The tension noticeably lifts.
“It’s impressive that Violet can read already,” Cassie says brightly. Pete seems to sober up slightly at Cassie’s comment. “Yes, well…
Lydia taught her. She worked really hard at it.”
Lydia is a big shot lawyer and impressive in her own right, but she never talks about her own career. It seems to Cassie that the biggest source of pride in Lydia’s life is her little daughter.
“Anyway,” Pete says, “I’m sorry Lydia was such a bitch tonight.” “Pete!” Joel glances at Cassie. “Christ. It’s fine. She was fine.”
“Not really.” Pete rubs his eyes with the balls of his hands. “My parents had a brutal divorce, and I never wanted that for my kids. But…” Cassie realizes at that moment what he’s saying. He’s been trying to make it work for Violet’s sake, but he’s clearly reached the end of his rope. Easygoing, fun-loving Pete will not stay married to a woman like Lydia. Their marriage will dissolve and they’ll share Violet. She feels sorry for Pete, even if it means she won’t have to endure another
awkward dinner like this one.
Later that night, Joel escorts Cassie back to her apartment. It’s a long walk back to her place from the French restaurant, but the meal was heavy and it’s nice to walk it off. The night is cold, but not frigid, and Cassie’s leather boots crunch in the soft snow with each step.
“How do two people like Lydia and Pete end up together?” Cassie wonders aloud.
“I never thought they were right for each other,” Joel says. “But he was so infatuated with her. I mean, there are a lot of great things about Lydia. She’s smart as hell, successful, and gorgeous. But their personalities just clash.”
“That’s for sure.”
“I feel sorry for Violet,” he sighs. “It’s going to be a messy divorce, and they both love that girl to pieces. I hope they can figure out a way to work it out.”
Cassie looks at Joel, in his black coat and green hat with the scarf wrapped around his neck. Most of the time, she wonders if they have a future together in terms of marriage and children. But for the first time, she wonders what a breakup with Joel would be like. Would he be cruel? She can’t imagine it, but people are different when they’re angry. She’s never seen Joel very angry.
She wonders if she will in the near future. She wonders how he’ll react when and if he learns her secrets. She remembers what Anna said about Joel’s motivations for breaking up with Francesca.
Things she hid from him. That really bothered him.
No, Joel can’t know the truth.
