Stephanie Doyle - Married...Again

Allie thought he was, though. Allie thought Mike was the single best man in the universe.

Eleanor knew because Allie looked at him like Eleanor used to look at Max.

“Allie, I’m on your side,” Mike told her. “Always. And I’m trying to do everything you’re asking. But Eleanor’s not wrong. This should be about us and what we want. You know what we didn’t want? This party. You know what I don’t want? Having to go out with every male relative you have as part of my bachelor party. Your uncle’s been hinting at strippers all night. I’m not looking at naked women with your creepy Uncle Bob.”

“Uncle Bob is not creepy,” Allie whispered.

Eleanor nodded and mouthed, Sooo creepy.

“Guys, I know you’re trying to help. But you’re not. You,” Allie said, pointing at Eleanor, “don’t know what Mom has been like.”

“I don’t know my own mother?”

“You don’t know what she’s been like about this wedding. Everything has to be different than last time. Everything you didn’t do, I have to do, and it all has to be perfect. She’s scheduled no less than five dress fittings. Seriously? How many times do I have to see if a dress fits?”

Eleanor tried to swallow her irritation. She felt the guilt, but it was unreasonable. She didn’t want her sister to suffer because of her elopement, but at the same time this was her mother’s doing, not hers.

“Why did you agree to it? You are a grown woman, about to get married. Why can’t you say no to her?”

“Because I’m the only one who cares about making her happy,” Allie fired back. “And she knows it. Why can’t you ever say yes to something?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes and already complaining.”

“Time out,” Mike intervened. “This is getting heated, and people are starting to notice. We all promised to play nice.”

Eleanor checked herself. Mike was right. This party, which was stressing her sister out already, wasn’t the place to challenge her to say no to their mother. And, she had to admit to herself, maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as she thought she could be.

It’s not like any of this would bring back particular memories.

There had been no engagement party. No bachelor party. No large ceremony. No family and friends.

Just her and Max in front of a judge in a small town in Nevada. He’d given her a bouquet of daisies to hold.

Eleanor lifted her head, looking around the room for Daniel. She saw that he was talking to her cousin, Marissa.

Check that. Her cousin Marissa was desperately flirting with him. He seemed unaffected. A point in his favor as Marissa was quite attractive.

Then Eleanor turned to focus on her sister again. “You’re right. I’m sorry. If you’re willing to be whatever you need to be for Mom, then I’m willing to be whatever you need. I want this to be a happy time for you.”

Allie nodded. “Okay, well, get ready. Here she comes, and she doesn’t look happy...like at all. She must have run out of something. Please let it not be the liquor.”

Eleanor saw her mother approaching, and it was true. She was nearly ashen. Her makeup unable to hide whatever had shocked her.

“Eleanor,” she began, then stopped. She put her hand over her heart and took a few breaths.

“Mom, what is it? Are you having chest pains? Do we need to call an ambulance?”

Fear gripped Eleanor. A sudden heart attack was how they had lost her father all those years ago.

“No, it’s nothing like that. Just a shock. We have a...guest. I’ve asked him to wait in your father’s study. I don’t want to upset the party and ruin Allie’s night. Eleanor, come with me. Just you. Alone.”

Eleanor had no concept of why her mother needed her alone. Or why a guest had to be sent to her father’s study. An old high school friend? Or more likely a frenemy. There was Tony Santino, whom she dated for a while in high school until he ended up cheating on her with her best friend. Definitely not someone she would enjoy seeing again. Then again, there was no reason why he’d be here tonight. He’d been three years ahead of Allie in school.

Marilyn turned the corner, then stopped in front of the door to the study. Really? Whoever was inside was so startling he needed to be shut in?

“Mom, what is this?”

Marilyn was wringing her hands, clearly upset.

“There’s nothing to do,” she said eventually. “You’ll just have to go in. I’ll go let your sister know what’s happening.”

With that, her mother left. Cautiously, Eleanor opened the door. Inside was a man. He stood by the windows. Tall, his back to her. His hair was dark with a little gray woven through it. Something about the way he held himself. His hands clasped behind his back. His legs separated like the floor was the bow of ship and he needed the extra balance.

She knew that pose. She knew those shoulders. But of course, none of that was possible.

Then he turned. His face was weathered, more weathered than three years ago. But it was his face.

The face of her dead husband.

“Hey, Nor.”

Immediately she bent over and threw up the champagne she’d been drinking onto her pretty Jimmy Choo pumps. It was as if her whole body was rejecting what she was seeing.

He took a step toward her, and she held up a hand to keep him at bay.

“How is this happening?” she muttered, still bent over.

“I know this is a shock. I didn’t know how else to do this. I came home and my parents—”

“Your parents are dead. You’re dead.”

These were two things she knew to be true. A year after Max was officially declared dead, Harry and Sarah were in a car accident. As Max had been their only son, Eleanor, even though she’d been trying to get a divorce at the time of their son’s death, was their only remaining family. She’d been listed as the emergency contact.

She’d arranged the funeral, the sale of their home. But she’d kept the cabin in the mountains. How could she not?

“I didn’t know how to find you. I did some internet searches. I found your company, but then I saw the announcement of Allie getting married. It mentioned the engagement party tonight. I knew you would be here.”

“Stop talking,” Eleanor snapped. She couldn’t process this. She couldn’t accept the fact that she was seeing him again. He was dead.

For more than two years, he’d been dead.

For more than two years, she’d been dead.

“You died,” she said as if she had to explain some fundamental truth to him.

“I didn’t.”

“How?”

He sighed. “That’s a very long story.”

She looked at him. Full-on. It was only then that she realized she had been looking at him like he was the sun. Indirectly. As if she would go blind if she stared at him full-on.

“You’re here,” she said. “You. Are. Here.”

He nodded. “I am.”

The door opened.

“Eleanor, are you all right? I saw you come in here alone. Oh, hello. And you are?” Daniel said, looking over at the stranger in the room.

Eleanor finally was able to stand straight. Her stomach no longer in jeopardy of upheaving anything. Her knees were shaky, but she was fairly certain she wasn’t going to faint.

“Daniel, this is...this is...”

“Max Harper,” Max said, reaching out to shake Daniel’s hand.

Daniel’s eyes got wide. “Oh, my goodness. You’re...you’re...”

“I’m Eleanor’s not-dead husband.”

Chapter Three

“AND YOU ARE?” Max asked.

He knew. In his heart of hearts, he knew coming back here now might be too late. But he had to try. Of course she would have moved on. Of course she would have remarried.

She might have done that even if he hadn’t been declared dead.