Page 40 of Troubles in Paradise
“Will you leave the island?” Diane asks. “Go back to…”
“Iowa,” Irene says.
Huck lights a cigarette in the stern. His nerves are splintering.
“No,” Irene says. “I’m going to go for my captain’s license and get my own boat.”
What?Huck thinks.What?
“Good for you,” Diane says. “Girl power!”
The line whizzes. “Fish on,” Huck says, though he couldn’t care less.
Wahoo, mahi, barracuda, mahi, then lunch (sandwiches from Sam and Jack’s) and a bottle of champagne that Diane brought.
“It’s the forty-fifth anniversary of our first date,” Diane says. “Way back in 1974.” She pours the champagne into four paper cups and passes them around. “But we had no idea you had something to celebrate as well, Irene. Captaining your own boat!” Diane raises her cup. “Hear, hear!”
Somehow, Huck makes himself sip the champagne. He sees Diane grinning at him.
“You must be an excellent teacher.”
“She’s a natural,” Huck says. He’s directing his words at Irene, willing her to look at him. “She’s the Angler Cupcake.”
When Jack and Diane disembark at the National Park Service dock, there are hugs and handshakes all around. Great day, perfect weather, tons of fish, highlight of their vacation; they’ll post their pictures on Facebook and write a five-star review on Tripadvisor.
Huck’s heart is broken.
Irene is silent in the truck and Huck knows not to make any stops on the way home. When he pulls up Jacob’s Ladder, he looks for the Jeep with the tinted windows, but it’s not there.
He says, “There’s a strange Jeep that’s been lurking around here. Black, with tinted windows. Female driver.”
Irene says nothing.
Maia is at Joanie’s, which is good, Huck thinks, because they can talk freely. Irene hops out of the truck and goes around to grab the smaller cooler out of the back like she always does, leaving Huck to handle the bigger cooler. Jack and Diane took four pounds of the mahi, but there’s a lot of fish left. Huck needs to call the restaurants—La Tapa, Morgan’s Mango, Extra Virgin, Lime Inn.
But first.
“Irene,” he says.
She disappears inside and when Huck comes in, she’s standing in the hallway with the journals in her hands. She reads aloud. “‘I’m sex and lobster and champagne-drinking under a blanket of stars. Irene is home and hearth, mother of the boys, keeper of the traditions that make a family.’”
“Irene,” Huck says. “Please stop. I tried to warn you—”
“‘Can I lure Russ away from her? Can I make him feel his family is here? I can try. In the new year, I decided, I’m going to introduce him to Maia.’”
“I know, Irene. I read them.”
“You don’t know,”Irene says. Her voice wavers. “He was myhusband.Itrustedhim. Rosie knew I existed, Huck. She knew about me, she knew about the boys from day one, minute one. She knew about the house I was building, she knew how I was decorating it. She thought I was some kind of…shrewwho didn’t appreciate Russ, didn’t respect him or honor his sacrifices, didn’t love or worship him the way he deserved.” In a move so uncharacteristic that Huck can’t believe it’s happening, Irene throws the journals down the hall. They land at his feet, splayed open, likebirds shot out of the sky. “She wanted him to leave me. She wanted him to propose.”
“For the record,” Huck says, “atthe time, I had no idea any of this was going on.”
“Your wife did,” Irene says. “LeeAnn!”
“Watch it,” Huck says. “Please.”
“LeeAnn knew I existed. She knew myname!”
“Yes, and if you read carefully, LeeAnn said that if Rosie didn’t stop seeing Russ, she would call you.” Huck clears his throat. “LeeAnn didn’t condone the relationship for one second, Irene. She never would have. She wasn’t like that.”
