She considered her answer and all he told her. “I think I did well. I listened to Catherine and to you and did well.” She hoped her voice didn’t expose her insecurity.
Anthony didn’t respond but reached into his briefcase. Claire assumed the conversation was now over and he planned to resume work. She decided that if the conversation was over and he didn’t say that she failed, she must have succeeded. She exhaled. Suddenly, he turned to her and extended a square black velvet box. “I believe you did well.” She liked the tone of his voice, it sounded like the man at the theater. “I have told you that every action has a consequence. That can be negative as we have seen, or positive. I believe you earned a positive consequence.”
“Anthony, I don’t need a gift. I wanted to make you proud. If I did that, then I am happy and that is enough.”
“It is a gift, or at least I believe it was. However, it is not new.” Anthony still held the box before Claire. With the running lights illuminating in the cabin she could see his smile, genuine, not cruel or sadistic. “Is it always going to be this difficult to get you to open gifts?”
She took the box. “You have my curiosity peaked, what are you giving me that is old?”
She opened the velvet hinged box. The lump in her throat made her choke, unable to speak. The dainty white gold chain with a pearl on a white gold cross hung on the satin. The surprise overwhelmed her. She only saw the necklace for a millisecond before her eyes filled with tears. She looked at Anthony again, tears trickling down her cheeks. “How did you? Where did you get this? It was my grandmother’s.”
“It was in your apartment in Atlanta when it was cleaned out. I thought you might want to have it. Do you?”
Claire listened to his words. Her apartment had been cleaned out. Where were the rest of her things? She would need to compartmentalize. Right now, she concentrated on her grandmother’s necklace. “Oh yes, I do!”
He asked if he could help her put it on. She nodded yes, a verbal answer wasn’t required. Next he took the box out of her hand and started to remove the satin board. Claire observed his tenderness as he held the fine chain and delicate clasp. She turned away and he draped the necklace around her neck. Taking the compact out of her purse, she watched as the pearl moved up and down to the beat of her heart.
“Anthony, there isn’t a necklace that you could have bought that would mean more to me than this.” Her tears were dry but he watched as her emerald-green eyes sparkled.
“People that know me well, and they are numbered, call me Tony. You may call me Tony.”
“Thank you, Tony. This is the best night of my life. How can I ever thank you?”
Tony turned off the riding lights in the cabin. Home was still over a half hour away and the window between them and Eric was closed. “I actually have a few ideas.”
My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and
I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.
—Cary Grant
Chapter 9
The weather continued to warm. Claire could now sunbathe in her new bikinis. Each time she stepped through the door onto the deck of the pool, she felt like she was entering a resort. She could eat at one of the umbrella tables or read in a lounge chair or swim in the tepid water. The Iowa sunshine resulted in a beautiful golden tan. Her hair, which was always brown, now shimmered with golden highlights contrasting the chestnut shade.