《rekindled(英文版)》第70章

and　your　friends；　finding　someone　else　to　love；　having　babies。〃　His
cheeks　reddened。　〃e　the　day　you　do　have　a　baby；　I"ll　think　of　it　as
my　own　grandchild。〃
Anne"s　eyes　filled　with　tears。　Reaching　out；　she　hugged　him　soundly。
〃Thank　you。〃　He　had　lifted　a　burden　from　her　shoulders。　She　felt　better
knowing　that　when　she　told　them　about　Mitch；　they　would　support　her。　She
prayed　that　that　day　would　e　soon；　particularly　once　this　one　was
over。　The　midmorning　traffic　was　heavy。　Sitting　in　it　on　Manhattan"s
residential　side　streets；　Anne　looked　around　for　a　distraction　from　the
uping　interview。　Her　eyes　fell　on　the　first　of　the　flowers　that　had
appeared　in　window　boxes；　then；　when　the　car　reached　the　wider　avenues；
on　trees　that　were　beginning　to　bud。　They　were　tall；　thin；　and　pale；
pared　to　her　memory　of　the　trees　in　Vermont。
Those　Vermont　trees；　being　farther　north　and　later　to　blossom；　would　be
barely　swelling　with　buds　now；　but　those　buds　held　promise　of　a　rich　and
fruitful　spring。
Soon；　Mitch　had　said。　Soon　they　would　talk　again。　Soon　they　would　see
each　other；　and　the　waiting　would　be　done。
Her　father…in…law　touched　her　hand　as　they　waited　for　a　traffic　light　to
change。　〃Such　a　wistful　look。〃
She　sighed。　〃I"ll　just　be　glad　when　this　is　over。〃
He　smiled　Jeff"s　warm　and　reassuring　smile。　〃It"s　going　to　be　fine；
Anne。　Just　fine。〃
Within　minutes；　he　pulled　into　a　parking　lot　and　guided　Anne　into　the
posh　skyscraper　that　housed　the　offices　of　the　attorney　for　Southeast
American　Air。　The　elevator　ride　to　the　sixty…eighth　floor　seemed
endless。　Her　palms　were　moist　and　her　stomach　jumpy　by　the　time　they
finally　reached　the　law　firm。
The　Boulton　family　attorney；　Terrence　Carpenter；　met　then　in　the　outer
waiting　room。　He　spent　several　minutes　explaining　the　types　of　questions
Anne　would　be　asked；　then　led　her　through　the　double　doors。　They　walked
down　long　corridors　of　secretaries"　stations；　past　open　doors　of　office
after　office　to　one　at　the　very　end　of　the　hall。
It　was　a　conference　room；　dominated　by　a　long；　rectangular　table　of　a
rich　wood；　surrounded　by　large　leather　chairs。　On　the　opposite　side　was
the　window；　but　the　city　seemed　far　away　from　this　height。　The　wall　to
her　left　held　oil　paintings　of　past　partners；　the　one　to　her　right
offered　blackboards　and　panels；　a　television　set；　and　a　bar。
Others　were　already　in　the　room；　a　woman　and　several　men　talking
intently；　but　they　quickly　grew　silent。　Anne　felt　every　pair　of　their
eyes　turn　her　way。
〃Coffee；　Mrs。　Boulton？〃　her　attorney　asked；　gesturing　toward　the
percolator　at　the　side　of　the　room。
〃Yes…ah…no；〃　she　whispered。　Caffeine　was　the　last　thing　her　jangling
nerves　needed。　But　her　mouth　was　very　dry。　〃If　I　could　have　some　water；
that　would　be　fine。〃
Moments　later；　when　she　had　her　water　and　a　seat　on　one　side　of　the　long
table；　a　man　from　the　other　group　approached　her。　〃We"ll　be　ready　to
start　soon；　Mrs。　Boulton。　My　client　should　be　here　momentarily。〃
Terrence　Carpenter；　who　sat　on　her　left；　leaned　in　when　the　man　left。
〃That　was　Peter　Simmons；　counsel　for　SEAA。　He"ll　be　deposing　you。　He"ll
introduce　you　to　the　others；　but　I　believe　the　tall　dark　fellow　is　the
attorney　for　Jet…Star　Aircraft；　the　manufacturer；　and　the　man　with　him
must　be　its　president。〃
Anne　nodded　and　took　a　sip　of　water。　She　wasn"t　sure　she　could　do　this。
It　had　been　bad　enough　in　the　instant　when　they　had　looked　at　her。　She
had　felt　like　the　guilty　party；　rather　than　the　one　who　had　been
wronged。
A　professional…looking　woman　entered　the　room；　whispered　something　to
Peter　Simmons；　then　left；　closing　the　door　behind　her。
Simmons　cleared　his　throat；　〃Ladies　and　gentlemen；　let"s　begin。　My
client　is　delayed　and　will　join　us　shortly。〃
The　others　took　their　seats。　Formal　introductions　were　made；　ending　with
the　stenographer；　who　would　be　making　transcripts　of　the　meeting。　She
was　the　one　who　put　Anne　under　oath。
The　next　fifteen　minutes　passed　harmlessly　enough。　Peter　Simmons　posed
questions；　Anne　answered　them。　It　was　much　as　she　had　been　told　to
expect；　straightforward　questions　so　innocuous　that　she　was　actually
feeling　a　sense　of　security。
Then　the　door　opened　quietly　and　Simmons"　client　slipped　into　the　room。
The　lawyer　said；　〃For　the　record；　this　is　the　President　of　SEAA；
Mitchell　D。　Anderson；　Jr。〃
The　only　thing　Anne　could　even　begin　to　appreciate　was　that　all　eyes　in
the　room　were　momentarily　somewhere　else。　She　felt　her　color　drain　and
her　stomach　twist；　felt　a　shaking；　then　shock；　pure　shock。
It　was　Mitch。　Wearing　an　immaculately　tailored　blue　suit。　Groomed
impeccably。　Tall；　well…built；　and　handsome。　Hair　neatly　brushed；　jaw
firm　and　confident；　eyes　looking　everywhere　but　at　her。
It　was　Mitch。　Head　of　the　airline　that　she　was　suing。　What　had　he　said；
that　he　had　〃other　interests〃　beside　real　estate？　When　she　had　prodded；
he　evaded　her。　Then　he　had　known　all　along？　Had　he　planned　the　whole
thing？　How　naive　she　had　been！
She　fought　a　rising　nausea　when　he　crossed　the　room　and　took　a　seat
beside　his　lawyer；　who　proceeded　to　introduce　him　to　the　others　in　the
room。　When　her　name　was　given；　he　nodded　politely；　for　all　indications　a
total　stranger　meeting　her　for　the　first　time。
The　situation　was　so　unreal；　so　horrific；　that　she　actually　distanced
herself　and　found　the　strength　to　go　on。　Her　voice　was　more　unsteady；
and　she　didn"t　dare　take　a　drink　of　water　lest　her　trembling　hand　spill
it；　but　she　managed。　She　kept　her　eyes　on　the　lawyer；　pletely
blotting　out　the　man　to　his　right。
When　did　she　meet　Jeff？　How　long　had　she　known　him　before　their
marriage？　How　long　had　they　been　married？　Where　did　his　family　live？
Her　family？　How　many　members　in　each？
The　questions　grew　more　personal。　What　had　Jeff　done　for　a　living？
How　long　had　he　done　it？　Annual　ine？　Rising　or　steady？　Did　their
parents　help　them　financially？　Did　they　travel？　How　often　and　where　to？
How　much　rent　did　she　pay　each　month？
Had　Anne　been　herself；　she　would　have　been　annoyed　with　the　questions。
When；　after　an　hour　of　questions；　they　took　a　short　break；　her　lawyer
explained；　〃He　has　to　establ