Lauren Weisberger 5-Book Collection: The Devil Wears Prada, Revenge Wears Prada, Everyone Worth Know (164 page)

‘Yeah, that part isn't great.' Brooke drained the last of her latte and wiped the foam from her lips. ‘I probably wouldn't have believed it if you told me that a few weeks ago, but my god … I just spent the morning getting blackout shades installed. A few nights ago I walked from the bathroom to the fridge wearing a towel, and all of a sudden there were crazy flashbulbs going off. There was a photographer sitting on top of a car right below our window, obviously hoping to catch a picture of Julian. It was the creepiest thing I've ever seen.'

‘Oh, how awful! What did you do?'

‘I called the nonemergency number of the local police station and said there was a man outside trying to take pictures of me undressed. They said something along the lines of “Welcome to New York” and told me to lower the shades.' She deliberately left out the part about first calling Julian, only to have him tell her that she was overreacting and she needed to deal with these kinds of things without ‘always' calling him in a panic about ‘everything.'

Heather visibly shuddered. ‘That is so creepy. I hope you have an alarm or something?'

‘Yeah, that's coming next.' Brooke was secretly hoping they'd move before that was necessary – just last night on the phone, Julian had obliquely mentioned something about ‘upgrading' to a new apartment – but she wasn't sure that was really going to happen.

‘Excuse me for a second. I'm just going to run to the restroom,' Heather said, taking her purse from the back of her chair.

She watched as Heather disappeared behind the ladies' room door. The moment she heard the lock click into place, she grabbed the magazine. It had been an hour, maybe less, since she'd last seen the photo, but she couldn't stop herself from turning directly to page fourteen. Her eyes moved automatically to the lower left of the page, where the picture was wedged innocently between a photo of Ashton grabbing Demi's highly toned backside and another of Suri perched atop Tom's shoulders while Katie and Posh looked on.

Brooke flattened the magazine open on the table and leaned over it to get a better look. It was every bit as disturbing as it had been sixty minutes earlier. If she had just glanced at it quickly, and it didn't happen to feature her husband and a world-famous starlet, she would have found nothing noteworthy about it. You could see the raised arms of the first couple rows in the lower part of the frame. Julian's right arm was thrust victoriously into the air, and his hand clutched the microphone like it was a saber with special powers. Brooke got chills every time she looked at Julian in that pose, could barely believe how much he looked like a real rock star.

Layla wore a shockingly short floral sundress that may have been a romper and a pair of studded white leather cowboy boots. She was tanned, made-up, accessorized, and extensioned to within an inch of her life, and her expression as she gazed up at Julian was one of sheer joy. It was nauseating, but far more upsetting was Julian's expression. The adoration, the worship, the
ohmigod you're the most amazing creature I've ever laid eyes on
look was undeniable, plastered across his face in blazing color thanks to the professional Nikon. It was the kind of look a wife would hope to see a couple times in her life, on her wedding day, maybe the day her first child is born. It was exactly the kind of look you never wanted your husband to give another woman on the pages of a national magazine.

Brooke heard the sink run behind the wooden door. She quickly closed the copy of
Last Night
and placed it facedown in front of Heather's chair. When Heather returned she looked at Brooke and glanced at the magazine; her eyes seemed to say,
I probably shouldn't have left that there.
Brooke wanted to tell her that it was fine, that she was slowly getting used to all of it, but of course she said nothing. Instead, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind to smooth over the awkwardness.

‘It was so great
seeing
you. It's such a shame that we spend so many hours each week at that school and we never see each other outside. We'll have to work on that! Maybe make a plan for brunch on the weekend, or even a dinner …'

‘Sounds great. Have fun tonight, okay?' Heather gave a little wave as she walked out. ‘See you next week at Huntley.'

Brooke waved back, but Heather had already stepped onto the sidewalk. She was getting ready to leave herself, trying not to wonder if she'd overshared or not shared enough or done something else to freak out Heather, when her phone rang. The caller ID showed it was her friend from grad school, Neha.

‘Hey!' Brooke said as she tossed a couple dollars on the counter and walked outside. ‘How are you?'

‘Brooke! I'm just calling to say hello. It seems like forever since we've talked.'

‘Yeah, it really has been. How's Boston? Are you liking the clinic you're working for? And when the hell are you coming to visit?'

It had probably been six months since the girls had last seen each other when Neha and her husband, Rohan, were in New York over Christmas. They'd been close friends in graduate school, living only a few blocks from each other in Brooklyn, but it had been harder to keep in touch since Neha and Rohan had moved to Boston two years earlier.

‘Yeah, I like the clinic just fine – it's actually way better than I expected – but I'm so ready to move back to New York. Boston's nice, but it's just not the same.'

‘Are you really thinking of coming back? When? Oh, tell me everything!'

Neha laughed. ‘Not for a little while. We'd both need to find jobs, and it'll probably be easier for me than Rohan. But we're coming to visit over Thanksgiving since we both have time off. Will you and Julian be around?'

‘We usually go to my father's in Pennsylvania, but he's been saying they may go to my stepmother's family's this year. So there's a chance we'll just suck it up and host in New York. If we do, will you guys come? Please?' Brooke knew both their families lived in India and neither one especially celebrated Thanksgiving, but they would be such a welcome distraction from all the intense family time.

‘Of course we'll come! But can we just backtrack for a second, please? Can you even believe what's going on in your life right now? Are you pinching yourself every day? It's just the craziest thing ever. What does it feel like to have a famous husband?'

Brooke took a deep breath. She thought about being honest with Neha, telling her how much the picture had turned their world upside down, how ambivalent she felt about everything that was happening, but suddenly it all seemed too exhausting. Not really knowing how to handle it, she just laughed a little and lied.

‘It's amazing, Neha. It's just the coolest thing in the world.'

There was nothing worse than being at work on a Sunday. As one of the more senior nutritionists on staff, Brooke hadn't endured regularly scheduled Sunday shifts in years, and she'd all but forgotten how lousy they were. It was a perfect late June morning; everyone she knew was having brunch outside or picnicking in Central Park or jogging along Hudson River Park. A group of teenage girls in jean shorts and flip-flops sat gabbing and sipping smoothies at a café a block from the hospital, and it was all Brooke could do not to tear off her lab coat and hideous clogs and join them for pancakes. She was just about to walk into the hospital when her cell phone rang.

She stared at the screen and debated whether or not to pick up the unfamiliar 718 area code that indicated an outer borough, but she must have thought about it too long, because it went to voice mail. When the caller didn't leave a message and called back a second time, Brooke got worried.

‘Hello, this is Brooke,' she said, instantly certain she'd made a mistake and the mystery caller was going to be a reporter.

‘Mrs. Alter?' a timid voice squeaked through the line. ‘It's Kaylie Douglas. From Huntley.'

‘Kaylie! How are you? Is everything okay?'

Just a couple weeks earlier, at their last session before school broke for the summer, Kaylie seemed to take a turn for the worse. She'd abandoned her food diary, which until then she had been diligent with, and had announced her determination to spend the summer on a punishing workout regimen and various quick-loss diets. No attempt at trying to talk her out of it seemed to work; Brooke had only succeeded in bringing the girl to tears and an announcement that ‘no one understood what it felt like to be poor and fat in a place where everyone else is rich and beautiful.' Brooke was so worried that she had given Kaylie her cell phone number and insisted the girl call her anytime over the summer, whether anything was wrong or not. She had certainly meant it, but she was still surprised to hear her young patient on the other end.

‘Yeah, I'm okay …'

‘What's been going on? How have your couple weeks off been?'

The girl started to cry. Big, gulping breaths interspersed with the occasional ‘I'm sorry.'

‘Kaylie? Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong.'

‘Oh, Mrs. A, everything is such a disaster! I'm working at Taco Bell and I get a free meal every shift and my father says I have to eat the free food, so I do. But then I come home and my grandmother's made all this fattening food and I go to my friends' apartments, from my old school, and it's, like, buckets of fried chicken and burritos and cookies and I eat all of it because I'm just so hungry. I've only been out of school for a few weeks, and I already gained eight pounds!'

Eight pounds in three weeks did sound alarming, but Brooke kept her voice soothing and calm. ‘I'm sure you haven't, sweetheart. You just need to remember what we talked about: meat portions the size of your palm, as much leafy green salads and vegetables as you want so long as you're careful with the dressing, cookies in moderation. I'm not at home right now, but I can check out the Taco Bell menu and give you some healthier alternatives if you want. The important thing is not to panic. You're young and healthy – go for a walk with your friends, or kick around a ball in the park. It's not the end of the world, Kaylie, I promise.'

‘I can't come back to school next year if I look like this. I'm over the limit now! Before I was just at the high end of normal, and that was bad enough, but now I'm officially obese!' She sounded almost hysterical.

‘Kaylie, you are nowhere
near
obese,' Brooke said. ‘And you're going to have a wonderful year at school this fall. Listen, I'm going to do a little research later tonight, and I'll call you back with the info, okay? Please don't worry so much, sweetheart.'

Kaylie sniffled. ‘I'm sorry to bother you,' she said quietly.

‘You didn't bother me at all! I gave you my number so you would use it, and I'm happy you did. Makes me feel popular.' Brooke smiled.

They hung up and Brooke sent herself an e-mail reminder to look up the nutritional information for fast-food restaurants and pass it along to Kaylie. She was a few minutes late getting upstairs to the hospital break room, and only her colleague Rebecca was there when she arrived.

‘What are you doing here today?' she asked.

‘Oh, I'm making up a few missed shifts. Unfortunately, the trade was three shifts for a double on Sunday.'

‘Ouch. Tough terms. But worth it?'

Brooke laughed ruefully. ‘Yeah, I think I got killed, but seeing Julian perform at Bonnaroo was really cool.' She placed her purse and her packed lunch in her locker and followed Rebecca into the hallway. ‘Any idea if Margaret's in today?'

‘I'm right here!' A cheerful voice trilled out behind them. Brooke's boss was wearing a pair of black dress slacks, a light blue blouse, and black loafers, all topped by a perfectly starched and pressed lab coat that was embroidered with her name and credentials.

‘Hello, Margaret,' Rebecca and Brooke said in unison before Rebecca peeled out, claiming she was late for her first patient.

‘Brooke, why don't you join me in my office for a minute? We can talk there.'

Nightmare. She should've remembered that Margaret almost always put in an appearance on Sunday mornings just to make sure things were running smoothly.

‘O-oh, everything's fine,' she stammered. ‘I, uh, I was just wondering if I was going to get to say hello to you.'

Her boss had already begun walking down the long hallway toward her office. ‘Come now,' she called to Brooke, who had no choice but to follow her. The woman must have sensed Brooke was about to ask for more time off.

Margaret's office was located down a dark hallway, next to the supply closet and on the same floor as the maternity ward, which meant there was a pretty good chance the conversation would be punctuated by an errant scream or a groan. The only upside was getting to glance in the nursery as they walked by. Maybe she'd have a free second a little later to go in there and hold a baby or two …

‘Come right in,' Margaret said as she swung open the door and turned on the lights. ‘You caught me at the perfect time.'

Brooke tentatively walked in behind her and waited for her boss to clear a pile of papers off the guest seat before lowering herself into the chair.

‘To what do I owe this honor?' Margaret smiled, but Brooke read between the lines. They'd always enjoyed an easy, natural relationship, but lately Brooke had begun to sense tension between them.

She forced herself to smile and prayed this wasn't an inauspicious start to a conversation she really needed to go well. ‘Oh, hardly an honor, I'm sure, I just wanted to talk to you about—'

Margaret smiled. ‘It is a bit of an honor considering I haven't seen much of you lately. I'm glad you're here, because there's something I need to discuss with you.'

Brooke took a deep breath and reminded herself to keep calm.

‘Brooke, you know how fond I am of you, and it goes without saying that I've been extremely pleased with your performance in all the years you've worked here. And of course, so have your patients, as evidenced by those terrific evaluations a few months ago.'