Games of the Heart
Page 146
Mike felt his brow furrow and he looked down to see the paper was a check. His hand came up, his fingers shifting it around on the table so it faced him then he stared down at it, his eyes now narrowed.
It was for fifteen thousand five hundred dollars.
What the f**k?
His eyes cut back to Audrey.
“What the f**k?” he whispered.
“Like I said, for Rees’s school,” she answered. “I talked with Mrs. Layne. She said tuition for that school up in Chicago, the one that she thinks will suit Clarisse better, is fourteen thousand dollars a semester and that doesn’t include the room and board. She gets in, I’ll pay the first semester and the rest is for supplies or living quarters or whatever. We can, um…figure out how to split the rest of her living expenses. Then you can pay the second semester and I’ll see what I can do for the year after that.”
Mike stared at her hard. “Where did you get this money?”
She licked her lips, her head shifted strangely on her neck for a second then she locked eyes with him and answered, “I sold the Mercedes this week. I got a secondhand Hyundai. And since we sat down with Clarisse and Mrs. Layne I’ve been putting things on on-line auctions, selling shoes, handbags, stuff that…uh, you got me. They, well…I took care of them so they sold well. I have some other stuff to sell but I’m setting that aside to do it when it’s my turn again to cover her tuition.”
Mike didn’t move, not an inch.
This was because he was completely and totally f**king floored.
Audrey kept talking. “Mrs. Layne says with her talent and our circumstances there’s a good possibility she’ll be eligible for and get some scholarships but not a full ride. So, uh…if that happens, the scholarships, I mean, then this can be used for her living expenses.”
“You sold your car and your shit,” Mike whispered.
She held his eyes and replied quietly, “Yes.”
“For our daughter, you sold your car and your shit,” Mike repeated.
Her head shifted in that strange way again and in a rush, she returned, “I know, Mike, that it isn’t me giving her this.” She reached out a hand to tap her fingers on the table to indicate the check. “I know it’s you. I know that car and that stuff you bought, really. So it’s you giving this to Rees. I know that. I know this isn’t a grand gesture from me. But, what Mrs. Layne says, what she’s showed me of Clarisse’s work, it had to be done.”
Mike sat back in his chair not taking his gaze from her.
Audrey pulled in a visible breath and continued, “I’m happy if you don’t want to tell her that the money came from me because, really, it didn’t.”
Mike stared at his ex-wife.
Then he made a decision.
“How’s the job?” he asked and watched her blink and her head twitch.
“What?” she asked back softly.
“You told me you got a new job and it’s a lot of pressure. How’s that going?”
She held his eyes but did it licking her lips and her own eyes got bright before she pulled in another visible breath to control the threatening tears and she spoke. “It’s tough but I’m off probation so that’s good. And they know they can call me to do overtime or help out with other lawyers if someone’s sick and they can’t get a temp or something. So, it’s going great, I guess.”
“Good,” he muttered. “The apartment?”
“Cuts my commute from forty-five minutes to twenty.”
“Right,” Mike said.
“I like it,” she whispered. “It’s roomier and better made so it’s quieter.”
Mike nodded.
Then he informed her, “I don’t want Rees at fifteen years old four hours away in Chicago. She and I have talked about it and she doesn’t want to be that far away either. We’re hopin’ for the school in Indianapolis. It’s fifteen hundred dollars less a semester and won’t require settin’ her up in a living situation. I know the Chicago school is better but she’s too young to be that far away. She wants to think of a transfer the year after that or for her senior year, we’ll consider it. But she can’t even drive so that’s not gonna happen this year and she’s happy with that.”
Audrey nodded and said quietly, “Good because I agree. I was worried about her in Chicago by herself.”
Fucking shit, who was this woman?
He didn’t ask that.
He kept going. “Since she’s in-state for the Indy school, the scholarship opportunities are better. This money,” he tipped his head to the check, “if she gets those scholarships, will go a long way.”
“Then that’s good,” she replied.
“What I’m sayin’ is, she gets those scholarships, it’ll cut but it won’t cut deep. You need this money?”
“It’s your money, Mike,” she reminded him.
“I know, Audrey. I get that. That isn’t what I asked. You’re you and you’re goin’ from a Mercedes and a closet full of designer shit to…whatever you can afford now. Is this gonna be a problem for you now or down the road? Because if it is, I can cover Clarisse because the way it stands with those scholarships, this check would cover near on two years of tuition.”
“Then use some of it to buy No a new car,” she returned. “He told me what happened to his and even before those kids did that to it, that car was a disaster.”
Fucking shit, who the f**k was this woman?
“Audrey –”
She leaned forward and cut him off. “This is your money, Mike, you worked hard for it. I told you I was learning some things about myself and I am. And learning about me I’ve looked back and realized some things about you. And that is, you were happy to work hard for our family to give us a good life and to give our children what they need. You always provided that and if you take that check and use it on Clarisse or Jonas or however you want to use it, you’re doing that. It just makes it a lot less hard in the short run.”
He stared at her and informed her, “I gotta say, Audrey, you’re shockin’ the shit outta me right about now.”
She leaned back and replied on a murmur, “Well, finally I’m doing it in a way that’s not bad.”
Mike couldn’t hold it back. He burst out laughing. When he was done she was looking at him and smiling a hesitant smile.
His amusement faded and he said quietly, “I hope this shit sticks.”
It was for fifteen thousand five hundred dollars.
What the f**k?
His eyes cut back to Audrey.
“What the f**k?” he whispered.
“Like I said, for Rees’s school,” she answered. “I talked with Mrs. Layne. She said tuition for that school up in Chicago, the one that she thinks will suit Clarisse better, is fourteen thousand dollars a semester and that doesn’t include the room and board. She gets in, I’ll pay the first semester and the rest is for supplies or living quarters or whatever. We can, um…figure out how to split the rest of her living expenses. Then you can pay the second semester and I’ll see what I can do for the year after that.”
Mike stared at her hard. “Where did you get this money?”
She licked her lips, her head shifted strangely on her neck for a second then she locked eyes with him and answered, “I sold the Mercedes this week. I got a secondhand Hyundai. And since we sat down with Clarisse and Mrs. Layne I’ve been putting things on on-line auctions, selling shoes, handbags, stuff that…uh, you got me. They, well…I took care of them so they sold well. I have some other stuff to sell but I’m setting that aside to do it when it’s my turn again to cover her tuition.”
Mike didn’t move, not an inch.
This was because he was completely and totally f**king floored.
Audrey kept talking. “Mrs. Layne says with her talent and our circumstances there’s a good possibility she’ll be eligible for and get some scholarships but not a full ride. So, uh…if that happens, the scholarships, I mean, then this can be used for her living expenses.”
“You sold your car and your shit,” Mike whispered.
She held his eyes and replied quietly, “Yes.”
“For our daughter, you sold your car and your shit,” Mike repeated.
Her head shifted in that strange way again and in a rush, she returned, “I know, Mike, that it isn’t me giving her this.” She reached out a hand to tap her fingers on the table to indicate the check. “I know it’s you. I know that car and that stuff you bought, really. So it’s you giving this to Rees. I know that. I know this isn’t a grand gesture from me. But, what Mrs. Layne says, what she’s showed me of Clarisse’s work, it had to be done.”
Mike sat back in his chair not taking his gaze from her.
Audrey pulled in a visible breath and continued, “I’m happy if you don’t want to tell her that the money came from me because, really, it didn’t.”
Mike stared at his ex-wife.
Then he made a decision.
“How’s the job?” he asked and watched her blink and her head twitch.
“What?” she asked back softly.
“You told me you got a new job and it’s a lot of pressure. How’s that going?”
She held his eyes but did it licking her lips and her own eyes got bright before she pulled in another visible breath to control the threatening tears and she spoke. “It’s tough but I’m off probation so that’s good. And they know they can call me to do overtime or help out with other lawyers if someone’s sick and they can’t get a temp or something. So, it’s going great, I guess.”
“Good,” he muttered. “The apartment?”
“Cuts my commute from forty-five minutes to twenty.”
“Right,” Mike said.
“I like it,” she whispered. “It’s roomier and better made so it’s quieter.”
Mike nodded.
Then he informed her, “I don’t want Rees at fifteen years old four hours away in Chicago. She and I have talked about it and she doesn’t want to be that far away either. We’re hopin’ for the school in Indianapolis. It’s fifteen hundred dollars less a semester and won’t require settin’ her up in a living situation. I know the Chicago school is better but she’s too young to be that far away. She wants to think of a transfer the year after that or for her senior year, we’ll consider it. But she can’t even drive so that’s not gonna happen this year and she’s happy with that.”
Audrey nodded and said quietly, “Good because I agree. I was worried about her in Chicago by herself.”
Fucking shit, who was this woman?
He didn’t ask that.
He kept going. “Since she’s in-state for the Indy school, the scholarship opportunities are better. This money,” he tipped his head to the check, “if she gets those scholarships, will go a long way.”
“Then that’s good,” she replied.
“What I’m sayin’ is, she gets those scholarships, it’ll cut but it won’t cut deep. You need this money?”
“It’s your money, Mike,” she reminded him.
“I know, Audrey. I get that. That isn’t what I asked. You’re you and you’re goin’ from a Mercedes and a closet full of designer shit to…whatever you can afford now. Is this gonna be a problem for you now or down the road? Because if it is, I can cover Clarisse because the way it stands with those scholarships, this check would cover near on two years of tuition.”
“Then use some of it to buy No a new car,” she returned. “He told me what happened to his and even before those kids did that to it, that car was a disaster.”
Fucking shit, who the f**k was this woman?
“Audrey –”
She leaned forward and cut him off. “This is your money, Mike, you worked hard for it. I told you I was learning some things about myself and I am. And learning about me I’ve looked back and realized some things about you. And that is, you were happy to work hard for our family to give us a good life and to give our children what they need. You always provided that and if you take that check and use it on Clarisse or Jonas or however you want to use it, you’re doing that. It just makes it a lot less hard in the short run.”
He stared at her and informed her, “I gotta say, Audrey, you’re shockin’ the shit outta me right about now.”
She leaned back and replied on a murmur, “Well, finally I’m doing it in a way that’s not bad.”
Mike couldn’t hold it back. He burst out laughing. When he was done she was looking at him and smiling a hesitant smile.
His amusement faded and he said quietly, “I hope this shit sticks.”
