Opened eight months ago.
On my house.
With my signature on the application.
A signature I had not signed.
I sat with that for a long time.
Then I looked at where the money had gone: a boat, “consulting” to a company with Brandi’s maiden name in its registration, and a deposit on a condo in a building on the river that I had once, foolishly, told Russ I liked the look of.
He had not been leaving me for her.
He had been leaving me with the bill.
At 1 a.m., I texted our daughter.
Erin was twenty-nine and lived two states away and had, for three years, been quietly not coming home for Christmas without ever saying why.
“Call me in the morning.
Dad’s not living here anymore.
I’m fine.
I have the house.
I have a casserole.”
She called at 6:02 a.m.
“Mom.
Was it Brandi?”
I set down my coffee.
“How did you know?”
“Because three Christmases ago she ‘borrowed sugar’ on Christmas Eve, and Dad walked her home, and he was gone forty minutes.
I didn’t say anything.
I didn’t want to be the one who — ”
“You were twenty-six.”
“I was a coward.”
“No, baby.
You were his daughter.
That’s different.
And now you’re mine.”
She was quiet for a moment.
“Mom.
Did you really put his key in the pool?”
“Deep end.”
“Did the whole street see?”
“Mrs. Kowalski brought a casserole.”
Erin made a sound that was half a sob and half a laugh and entirely her grandmother’s.
“Grandma Ruth would’ve — ”
“I know what your grandmother would’ve done.
I found her note.
I’m doing it.”
PART 3
Russ came back Wednesday at noon with his brother and a plan.
I know it was a plan because Russ had never in his life arrived anywhere with his brother unless something needed lifting.
“Colleen.
Let’s talk.
Like adults.”
“You’re standing on my porch, Russ.
Adults use the doorbell.”
He did not use the doorbell.
He used the reasonable voice — the one he’d used on customers for nineteen years, the one that had sold four hundred trucks to people who couldn’t afford them.
“Yesterday got out of hand.
Both of us.
I’m not proud of it.
But this — the alarm, the neighbors, Todd — you humiliated me in front of the whole street, and now Todd’s talking about my position, and the truck’s gone, and — Colleen, you know I’m under pressure.
You know the quarter’s been bad.”
“I know about the ninety thousand.”
He stopped.
“The HELOC, Russ.
On my house.
