I hear you, Mitzi, Antonia responded. Too regal to bother with rubbing my leg, huh?
She started toward the kitchen, and Mitzi jumped up, bounding forward to get in front of Antonia. Antonia smiled. She was more of a dog lover than a cat person, but Mitzi had been the perfect pet the last few months. Antonias dog of several years, a beautiful golden retriever named Bailey, had died about six months ago, and Antonia had been unable to bring herself to get another dog, although as a veterinarian she was provided with ample opportunities. Her heart was too bruised by Baileys death for another loving dog. However, her imperious, distant cat provided the perfect, amusing, faintly aloof companionship she needed.
She dumped out the dry food in Mitzis bowl, which, having lain there all day, was not fresh enough for Mitzis refined tastes, and refilled it with food straight from the bag.
You know, she reminded the cat as she set the bowl down on the floor beside her water, when I found you, you were rummaging through trash cans for food. How soon we forget.
Antonia knew that she ought to fix herself a nutritious dinner, given the burger that she had grabbed for lunch, but she was too tired, so she dug out one of her large supply of TV dinners from the fridge and put it in the microwave. She had barely sat down at the table with the dinner and a new paperback she had started the day before when the telephone rang. Antonia sighed and took another bite, contemplating not answering it. However, her instincts were too strong, and after two rings she jumped up and snatched the receiver from its cradle.
Dr. Campbell.
Antonia, dear. Its Mother.
Antonia suppressed a sigh. Hello, Mother.
No doubt she was an undutiful daughter, she thought, but conversations with her mother invariably left her angry, depressed, guilty, or all three. It was not a prospect she enjoyed facing at the end of a long, tiring day. She wished sometimes for the warm, friendly relationship she had witnessed between other women and their mothers, but she had finally acknowledged that she would never have that with her own mother. They were simply too dissimilar. She had never been the daughter Elizabeth Campbell wanted, and, frankly, Elizabeth Campbell had never been the mother that Antonia would have chosen if she had been given the chance.
How are you, dear? her mother went on in her well-modulated, Tidewater-Virginia voice. Is everything going well out there?
Yes, were fine out here in the back of beyond, Antonia replied. Her mother had always acted as if her move to Texas had taken her to a foreign country.
Now, Antonia, I didnt say that.
Mmm. But thats what you meant.
I will admit that that Angel place seems an excessively long way away from home. You could have had your practice in Virginia.
Being a long way from Virginia was the whole point, Mother. Its better all around if I am nowhere near Alan.
But that was a long time ago, Antoniaalmost four years. Dont you think that now you
Mother, we have gone over this before, Antonia pointed out, shoving down her irritation. I went to A&M because it was far away from Alan, but I like it here. It suits me. Angel Eye suits me.
Well, of course, dear, if you say so, Elizabeth said doubtfully. Although I cannot imagine why anyone would name a town such a preposterous name.
I like the name. It has character. The whole town has character. I feelgood here, relaxed.
But everyones foreign
Foreign! Mother, what
I can hardly understand that assistant of yours, that Delgado girl.
For heavens sake, Mother, Rita Delgados lived in Angel Eye all her life. Shes no more foreign than you or I. And
she hardly even has an accent. I am sure you sound equally strange to her, with those Tidewater ous and dropping all your rs.
There was a pause, then Elizabeth went on. Well, I didnt call to argue.
Antonia bit back the retort that rose to her lips and said mildly, I dont like to argue, either, Mother. Why dont we just stay off the subject of my moving back to Virginia?
All right. I, uh, would you like to hear about the charity auction for the hospital?
Sure. Antonia settled down to listen with one ear. She knew that her mother actually did a lot of good with all the energy that she expended on her various society charity projects. However, Antonia found the details of such projects deadly dull. Still, a dull topic was better than an acrimonious one, so she listened, murmuring enough uh-huhs and I sees to keep her mother going.
Finally Elizabeth paused, then cleared her throat. Now were getting to the real reason she called, Antonia thought.
I ran into Alan yesterday. At the club.
Antonia stiffened, her fingers clenching around the receiver. Her chest was suddenly so tight that she could not speak, could scarcely even breathe.
When Antonia said nothing, her mother went on. Of course, it was a trifle awkward at first.
At first? Antonia repeated incredulously. Do you mean that then you settled down to a nice conversation with the man who put your daughter in the hospital on more than one occasion?