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Authors: Wendy Wax
Mackenzie nodded though she wasn't a hundred percent certain it was true. Nothing any of them said or did would erase what had happened or make Zoe any less Adam's daughter. But the time had come to make the choices that would define her and determine her future. She could cling to the old hurts, walk away from the people who'd inflicted themâincluding these two women whom she'd loved practically from the moment she'd met themâand continue to live a small, safe life. Or she could choose to accept the truth, come to terms with what had happened, and find a way to move on.
She squeezed Emma's hand and reached for Serena's as the weight she'd been carrying began to lift. Even thirty minutes ago she would not have believed they'd ever find their way back. Now she prayed that they could. “I'm better than okay. And I appreciate your apology. And IâI hope we can move forward.
“But if we're going to be friends then I think we have to agree to complete honesty. I mean, I can see how a few lines got crossed, and I even understand how hard it might have been to speak up. But if we're going to be able to trust each other again, we're going to have to agree to tell the truth even when it's risky or inconvenientâor painful.”
Serena felt both women squeeze her hands. Was she really sitting here crying in the middle of Bemelmans?
“I agree with Mackenzie. But I think we need to let go of each other right now. I'm not up for pictures of us blubbering and holding hands in the middle of a bar in the tabloids. Best-case scenario they think we've found religion together and are having a prayer circle. Worst case they think we're fruitcakes
communing with spirits or having a séance or something.” She smiled as they dropped each other's hands. “Though come to think of it, I feel like I might be sensing Gran's spirit telling us to have another drink.” She raised her hand to get the waiter's attention.
“I know she'd be glad to see us getting our act together and our friendship back on track,” Emma said. “Speaking of which, I hope you'll accept my sincere apology for blaming the blowup that night on you, Serena.”
Mackenzie nodded. “Me too.”
“That's it?” Serena motioned to the sheets of paper that still lay on the table, sodden though they were. “All these pages for Mackenzie and only one run-on sentence for me?” Serena sat back giving no sign of the relief she felt coursing through her. These two women could be a royal pain in the ass, but there was no denying how much she had missed them. “Good God, the injustice!” she proclaimed, her tone and accent pure Georgia Goodbody. “I was expecting a much larger apology than that.”
“So you're saying size does matter?” Emma asked.
“Doesn't it always?” Serena shot back.
“I'll drink to that!” Mackenzie said as the waiter returned with three more Gin-Gin Mules and a head shot for each of them.
The tension eased further. It would never disappear quite as cleanly as Emma's memory of the accident and most of the coma, but Emma would have given up more than those few memories to have Serena and Mackenzie back and her secret finally shared, no matter how badly, with the people who needed to know it.
“Well, I think sincerity counts, too,” Mackenzie added.
“All right, then,” Serena countered. “I sincerely believe that size matters.”
They smiled at each other. Clinked their glasses together. Took a long drink. Fingers tinkled on the piano keys and the
hum of conversation rose as tables began to fill. It was said that confession was good for the soul. So was forgiveness. It seemed that Gin-Gin Mules didn't hurt, either.
A text dinged in on Emma's phone. She read it and looked up at the others. “It's from Zoe. She wants to know if it's safe to come back.”
They considered each other over their cocktails.
“I don't know,” Serena said. “I might need another mule and some lowdown on Jake Richards before I decide for sure.”
“And I want to hear what Mac's decided about LA,” Emma said. She especially wanted to know how Mackenzie thought Adam would cope with the whole fatherhood thing, but for tonight she just wanted to enjoy these women that she'd almost lost. “Because, well, I was thinking if you're coming out even to look around, maybe you guys would like to stay with Zoe and me for a while. You know, just till you find a place of your own.”
Another text arrived.
“I say we let her sweat it out a little longer,” Serena said as the pianist launched into a Gershwin tune. “Lindsay Lohan my ass.” She raised her glass. “And FYIâI seem to be over Brooks Andersonâcan you believe it? And, well, I was wondering . . . have either of you ever noticed how cute Ethan Miller is?”
“Wasn't that his car out front?” Mackenzie asked.
Serena nodded then picked up her cell phone. “Hold on, I'm texting Ethan to let him know everything's okay.”
“Ethan's definitely cute,” Mackenzie said. “And I'm glad to see you finally opening your eyes to the great guy under your nose.”
“Agreed,” Emma said. “And I'm not planning to tell Zoe yet, but I thought we'd try to work out the part on
As the World Churns
he offered her.” She told them her plans to spend what remained of the summer at the lake. “And Nadia's going to stay on as caretaker.”
“Edmund will be thrilled, I'm sure,” Serena said drily.
The conversation ebbed and flowed without a stutter. There
was so much to catch up on, so much to share. Emma told them about the call from Rex and the upcoming announcement of his and Eve's divorce and Rex's coming out.
“Oh, God, next thing you'll be telling us you've forgiven Eve,” Serena said.
“Well, let's not get carried away,” Emma said. “Though I was thinking that if Eve ever wanted to try to
be
Zoe's grandmother and not just âact' the part in a movie, I'd ask Zoe if she wanted to give it a try.”
They raised their glasses and took turns toasting. “To us.”
“To friendship.”
“To our week at the lakeâhowever extended it may be.”
Zoe came around the corner to join them, and Emma's heart filled with thanks and gladness.
Cheers, darling. And hugs to all of you
. Gran's voice sounded in her head.
“To our week at the lake!” Mackenzie said.
They raised their glasses and clinked to that, Zoe's Coke glass added to the mix.
“I'm already looking forward to next summer,” Serena said as they prepared to down the little that remained in their glasses. “But if you don't mind, next year I'd like to skip the whole hospital/coma thing and head right to the
lake.”
A Week at the Lake
by Wendy
Wax
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