“It isn’t silly. We think the same.” Julia leaned against the counter. “It’s so much easier when you’re here. Dirty clothing disappears and clean clothing appears in its place. There’s always food in the fridge or freezer and the house is immaculate. I’d never be able to do what you do.”
“Sure, you could. But you couldn’t be a student, too. You’d have to choose one or the other. Are your brother-in-law and his family still coming to visit?”
Rebecca wiped her hands on her apron and moved to the kitchen island. An iPad was propped up on a stand, like a cookbook. She opened the iCalendar application and scrolled through it, looking at the Emersons’ appointments.
“No. Between my ultrasound and Gabriel’s surgery, we decided it would be best if they came after Christmas. We’ll be going home for Thanksgiving, anyway.” Julia winced in remembrance. “I thought I mentioned it. I’m sorry.”
Rebecca waved her hand in the air. “No problem. I’ll adjust the calendar.”
“I didn’t expect Gabriel to be so weak after his procedure. He insists he’s going to work tomorrow, but I don’t see how he can. He’s in pain.”
“Men make the worst patients. They don’t take their medication, they don’t do what they’re told, and they never, ever admit they’re sick. They’re like cats.”
Julia chuckled. “I’ll remember that.”
“In fact, it’s probably easier to give a pill to a cat than to a man. Then again, a man can’t scratch you.”
Now Julia was laughing.
“It’s a good thing he’s upstairs. He’d be cross with us for comparing him to a cat.”
Rebecca winked. “Meow.”
Chapter Forty-nine
The week following Gabriel’s surgery, he was almost back to his old self. Except that he was grumpy and cross because of the lack of sex.
(One might observe that being grumpy and cross was precisely his old self.)
Julia bore his grumpiness as she usually did, with saintlike good humor. Of course, the fact that she was getting regular orgasms courtesy of her husband might have had something to do with her mood.
“There’s a letter from Katherine.” Gabriel waved in the direction of the kitchen table, where the day’s mail was stacked.
Julia picked up the small white envelope. Sure enough, the letter was from Professor Katherine Picton of All Souls College, Oxford.
“She’s still in England. I would have thought she’d be back in Toronto by now.”
Gabriel pulled up a chair and began going through the rest of the mail, hoping that there wouldn’t be any surprises among it.
“She’s a fellow at All Souls for the year. Open it and see what she says.”
Julia put on her glasses, opened the envelope, and began to read.
Dear Gabriel and Julianne,
I hope that this letter finds you both well.
Oxford is enjoyable and I’m pleased with the research I’ve been able to accomplish. I look back fondly to the conference this past summer and hope to see you soon.
I mentioned this before, but Greg Matthews has invited me to give a series of lectures at Harvard at the end of January. I’m told he’s also invited Jeremy Martin to give a paper.
I’m hoping to see you both during my visit.
I’m also hoping you’ll save me from Greg’s dreadful culinary predilections.
As ever,
Katherine.
“What does she say?” Gabriel looked at his wife over the rims of his glasses.
“She says she’s coming to Harvard in January. I haven’t heard anything about that in the department. Have you?”
“I haven’t heard a formal announcement. What else does she say?”
Julia handed him the letter.
Gabriel perused its contents quickly.
He grimaced. “Jeremy.”
“Yes.”
He tossed the letter back onto the table.
“I’m not looking forward to that confrontation. He’s still angry I resigned.”
“Can you smooth things over with him?”
“I don’t know. We were friends for a while, and then we weren’t. We’ll see.” He pushed her hair behind her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. The important thing is that we’ll be able to see Katherine and have her over for dinner. She doesn’t like Greg’s choice of restaurants.”
Julia folded her glasses and placed them on the kitchen table before climbing into Gabriel’s lap.
“I can’t imagine Katherine having a tawdry affair with an old, desiccated Oxford professor.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Neither can I. But Old Hut was considered handsome in his day. I’ve seen photographs.”
“But the two of them together. She had to know it was wrong—not only because of her career but because he was married.”
Gabriel tapped the end of her nose. “I think she loved him.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
“What we did was wrong as well, if you remember.” He lowered his voice, his eyes focused on hers intently.
“Yes.” She placed her arms around his neck. “I suppose it’s easy to point fingers and forget one’s own failings.”