Sally.
âDeal.â She flashed a slow smile that was dreamy and seductive.
âLetâs put the barbecue on,â I announced, rising. Stephen followed obediently.
âIâll just be a sec,â I murmured and went inside to fetch the bowls of dips and bread Iâd spent the morning making.
âWhatâs his problem?â I said to Big Boy as he sprawled at my feet. âI thought Stephen wanted to go overseas?â Big Boy cocked his head and whimpered. Looking out, I saw Sally hovering near Stephen at the barbecue, deep in discussion.
As I returned she was saying, âBut capitalism always reinvents itself!â
Stephen started to reply but clammed up as I approached.
âWhat Marxist theories are you two cooking up?â I said as I deposited a platter of steaks beside Stephen, their marbled flesh glowing deep red. He blinked, as if it were the first time heâd seen meat.
âStephen was just filling me in on the stock market.â
âOh? What about it?â I arranged the dips on the table.
âJust how uncertain it is these days,â Stephen muttered.
âEven I can see itâs still jittery â and I donât really follow it,â said Sally. âStephen has some elaborate theories.â She gave him a playful look. âYou should back your judgement.â
Stephen chuckled. âNever.â
âStephenâs far too wise to gamble,â I said. âArenât you?â
He didnât meet my eye. âItâs not gambling, itâs investing.â
âDo you dabble?â asked Sally.
âNo.â Stephen and I answered as one.
âWe leave that to others,â I replied. âIâd prefer Stephen stick to theories. One day we might get an investment property â but stocks are too scary.â
âYou know thatâs ridiculous,â bridled Stephen. âYou read the bad stuff and focus on it. Sallyâs right â capitalismâs resilient.â
âI have a few shares. Maybe we can exchange notes?â Sally grinned.
âMaybe,â said Stephen, âwhen Becâs not looking!â He winked at me. Was this another secret? Had he been buying stocks without telling me?
âWhat would you do if you won ten million dollars?â said Sally suddenly as we settled into lunch.
Stephen topped up the glasses with a ruby-red shiraz. âI might buy a boat â always wanted one but theyâre a money drain.â
I stared at him. He knew my feelings about boats. Was he deliberately trying to rile me?
âIâd look after my family,â he continued smoothly and leaned across to gently touch my knee. âBuy this one the diamond ring I couldnât afford when we were married.â His face stilled. âAnd see that the three people I made redundant this week were okay.â
âWhat three people?â I said, shocked.
âI finally persuaded Jim and Lucy and Ellen to take voluntary redundancies.â
I watched him as if he were a stranger.
âI know. Thatâs why I didnât tell you.â Stephen turned to Sally. âWeâve both been fighting to retain good staff but ultimately I had to make cuts.â
I fought back the words that wanted to surge forth. Better to save it for later when we were alone.
âYou think I sold them down the river,â he said, meeting my eye.
âEconomic realities donât go away,â said Sally. âIt clearly hurt you to do it.â
Stephen nodded, drained his glass and poured more with a steady hand. I wanted to cry. Stephen was becoming like the rest of them, the countless Heads of School through the university who were folding without a fight. And disturbingly he hadnât discussed it with me. Until last week heâd been encouraging me to stand firm, and thatâs what I thought heâd been doing too â using his vast intelligence to think of ways to create income streams
Janice Kaplan, Lynn Schnurnberger