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?
Now, Antoniadont twist my words. I could hardly cause a scene in the country club. I had to be polite.
Naturally. Bitterness rose like bile in Antonias throat. Of course not causing a scene would be the most important thing to her mother.
I listened to him, thats all. But he, uh, he seemed sincere, Antonia. I think he has changed. He told me he had been to one of those twelve-step things.
Im glad for him, then, Antonia retorted coolly.
He wants to see you, Antonia. He wants to talk to you.
Absolutely not! Antonia cut across her mothers words. She thought of the odd phone call she had gotten that morning, and a chill ran through her. The events of the day had put the silent caller out of her mind, but now her uneasiness came back in full force. You didnt give him my phone number, did you?
No, of course not. Really, Antonia Elizabeth hesitated, then said, However, I did think that perhaps you ought to listen to him. Give him a chance. He wants to apologize, to set things right with you.
I have no need for that.
I think he does.
Mother, that really doesnt matter to me.
He wants to try again.
Oh, please.
He means it, Antonia. I really think he does. Just think about it. You could have your old life back. You could come home.
I dont want my old life back! Antonia snapped. Cant you understand that? Im doing what I want, living where I want now. Why do you persist in thinking that I am unhappy or wrong or whatever it is you think just because I dont choose to live your lifestyle? This is what I want. This is what I love.
But Alan
I dont care about Alan! Frankly, I dont understand why you do. Most mothers would despise any man who did to their daughter what he did to me.
Of course I detest what he did to you, Antonia. I was merely saying that he has changed.
Look, I sincerely doubt that Alan has reformed. I cannot tell you how many times he came to me, full of remorse and repentance, crying and begging me to forgive him, promising to make it up to me, promising to stop. They were words, thats all. It never lastedany more than it would this time if I went back to him.
But he actually has been working on it. He took a course.
One course does not change a lifetime, Mother. But lets give him the benefit of the doubt. Say that he really has changed, that he wouldnt beat me anymore. I still wouldnt marry him again. After all thats happened, after what he did to me, whatever love I felt for him is gone. I could never love him again. Just looking at him would fill me with pain and rage. For his sake, I hope he has changed, but his changing will not make me feel differently about him. I will never get back together with him, no matter what. If he was asking you to try to soften me, to persuade me to talk to him
He didnt ask me anything like that, Elizabeth retorted stiffly. He just asked about youhow you were and what you were doing, that sort of thing. Then he told me how much he regretted what had happened, how sorry he was. He didnt try to persuade me to do anything. What I said to you just nowthose were my thoughts. I just thought, if hes different, you could Her voice trailed off, and she sighed. You two were such a lovely couple.
Antonia closed her eyes wearily. She reminded herself that her mother was as she was, and there was no changing her at this late date. Appearances mattered to her more than substance. The fact that Alan had been blessed with preppy good looks, excellent manners, and an old and distinguished family, meant far more to her than anything that had been inside him. She would always consider the two of them a lovely couple because they had looked like the country club couple personified: blond, refined, well-dressed. She had considered them perfect for each other because they knew the same people, went to the same parties, had the same backgrounds. She hadnt seencouldnt seethe anger and pain that had lain beneath the surface.