Uptown Girl (7 page)

‘Why am I here?' Bina asked. ‘And why are they roommates?' She slurred her words, and only God knew how slurred her mind was. Again Kate wished that she hadn't mixed Brooklyn with Manhattan. They were parallel universes, and, like parallel lines, should never ever touch.

Despite her concern, Kate was just slightly amused watching surprise mixed with curiosity and a
soupçon
of horror cross Bina's face as she looked from Elliot to Brice and back. Her amusement dissolved, however, as Bina opened her mouth. ‘Oh, so you're the …' she started, and Kate winced, afraid of what word she might hear next.

‘… the mathematical one,' Elliot finished for her.

‘And I'm the emotional one,' Brice said with an exaggerated sigh. ‘Somebody's got to do it.'

Kate had to get Bina home and onto her own couch before it became necessary to carry her. She knew once Bina was forced to stay here, Brice and
Elliot would dig themselves in deeper. They were kind, but they couldn't help Bina now and Kate knew she had a big job to do. ‘I know the floor show traditionally precedes dinner, but I did the best I could without hiring tap dancers,' she said.

‘Ooooh, I love tap dancers,' Brice crooned and Elliot gave him a look. It didn't stop Brice from pouring out the next drink for Bina.

‘Put that down,' Kate said, her voice as stern as the one she had to use in the Andrew Country Day School cafeteria. Here, just like there, it worked. ‘I'm taking Bina home,' Kate said.

‘Nooooo. I can't go home. I can never go home again,' Bina said. ‘Not until I'm engaged anyway.'

‘You're coming to my apartment,' Kate said. ‘It isn't far and you could use the fresh air.'

‘She's welcome to stay here,' Elliot offered, and Kate knew his kindness was mixed with an equal part of curiosity.

‘Show's over,' Kate said. ‘Say good night, Gracie.' She pulled the dazed Bina up from the couch and began to walk her to the door.

‘Good night, Gracie,' Elliot and Brice chorused.

Later, Kate could not remember much about the nightmare of getting Bina back to her place that night. It was called ‘selective memory' in her textbooks – some things were just too gruesome to keep in your consciousness. In the four long blocks from Elliot's to Kate's own apartment, Bina alternately wept, sang, tripped, wailed, and sat down at one point on the sidewalk, refusing to move. Kate didn't think Bina had tried to throw herself in front of a bus or wet herself but she couldn't be absolutely sure of either. It was lucky that Max had been home and heard her trying to get Bina up the stairs. Asking no questions, he took over. Kate didn't remember if he carried Bina up the stairs in his arms or over his shoulder. She did remember holding Bina's head as she vomited violently, and washing her up. Max had left her to that thankless task. Kate made an executive decision not to put Bina in her bedroom but instead to tuck her up on the sofa. Made
in haste, it was a decision that Kate would not regret.

The next morning Kate was up early brewing coffee, laying out the Tylenol, and waiting to call in sick to work. One look at the bedraggled, unconscious Bina gave Kate a pretty good idea of how she was going to spend her next twenty-four hours. She took down her favorite coffee mug. It was the only gift she could remember her father giving her. A molded, ceramic one, the handle was shaped like Cinderella bending over the top of the mug and looking into whatever liquid would be put there, as if it were a wishing well. Then she added another, plain cup to wait until Bina woke. She thought of calling Mrs Horowitz or even trying Jack before he left, then thought better of it. Kate didn't mind being involved, but she didn't want to become the puppeteer pulling strings. Bina – despite her many childlike qualities – would have to decide on her own what actions to take and Kate would support her as best she could. She retied her cotton bathrobe tighter around her waist. The radio alarm, when it went off in her bedroom, hadn't made a ripple on the dark pool of Bina's unconsciousness, but it had informed Kate that the day was going to be a scorcher for April.

When the phone rang Kate glanced at the caller ID, picked up the receiver and without preamble said, ‘Yes, she's still sleeping. No, I'm not going into school today and no, you can't come over.'

‘Good morning to you, too,' Elliot's voice said
briskly. ‘Can I at least drop off a couple of bagels on my way up to Andrew?'

‘Forget it. I don't think Bina is going to want to eat anything, and if she does I have plenty of Saltines.' Kate poured the hot coffee into her Cinderella mug. She was careful, as always, to avoid the little blond head peeking over the rim.

‘God, Brice and I feel so bad for her.'

‘At least you're not feeling as bad as her … I mean, she is. Bina doesn't have the genetics to handle a hangover,' Kate told him. ‘You shouldn't have let Brice pour all that booze down her throat.'

‘Well, he's not apologizing for getting her drunk and I think it was the best thing for her …' Elliot began.

‘Well, it wasn't the best thing for me,' Kate interrupted, peeking at Bina. It wasn't a pretty picture. ‘I've had quite a mess – literally and figuratively – to clean up.'

‘Oh, the poor girl,' Elliot said, his sympathy real. ‘How can I help?'

‘Short of teaching Michael to deal with human feelings and finding Jack and slapping some sense into him, I don't think there's much you can do,' Kate said.

‘Yeah, I told you Michael was a dud. What went on between you two in the hall? I'll bet he got a pounding.'

Kate thought of Michael's face before the elevator door closed and chose to change the subject. She spilled some coffee as she moved her mug to
the counter beside the refrigerator. ‘I don't think there's much anyone can do, but I'm taking a sick day.'

‘Maybe you should call it a mental health day,' Elliot said. ‘Except this one isn't about your mental health.'

‘Don't worry, it will be mine soon enough,' Kate predicted and poured some milk into her coffee. She preferred half-and-half, but she hated skim so she had compromised on regular milk. The coffee took on the exact shade that Bina's skin used to tan to back on the beach when they were kids. Kate had always envied that beautiful color, but now her friend's complexion had a distinct green tinge. Kate just hoped she didn't wake up and throw up again. She liked her rug. ‘I've got to go,' she told Elliot.

‘Do you want me to take the day off, too? The kids have standardized testing most of the day. I can keep you company and help with Bina.'

‘Forget it,' Kate told him. ‘I know you're just afraid you're going to get my cafeteria duty,' she joked. ‘Anyway, you had your first and last dose of the Bitches of Bushwick. It ought to be enough Brooklyn to last a lifetime.' Before he could protest, she added, ‘I have to go. She's waking up.'

‘I'll call you later,' she heard him say as she put the phone down.

She quickly poured a glass of club soda – her favorite remedy for the dehydration of a hangover – and walked from her kitchenette into the living
room with her mug in one hand and the glass in the other. Bina groaned, put a hand to her forehead and then opened her eyes, which she closed again quickly. ‘Ohmigod,' she said and Kate wasn't sure if it was a reaction to the light or a remembrance of things past. She groaned again.

‘It's okay, Bina, drink this.' Kate held the glass in front of her friend and Bina squinted at it.

‘What is it?' she croaked.

‘Well, it's not vodka,' Kate told her. ‘Come on, sit up and take your medicine.'

Bina did as she was told, took the glass, drank three or four big gulps and then began to choke. She put the glass down on Kate's coffee table and Kate moved it onto a coaster before she went to Bina's side.

‘Ohmigod,' Bina repeated. And Kate knew that this time she had remembered Jack and the night before. Bina looked up at her. ‘Oh, Kate. What am I going to do?'

Kate sat down in the wicker chair and reached out and took her friend's hand in her own. ‘Bina,' she said, ‘what happened last night?'

‘You were right about the French manicure,' Bina said. She shook her head and Kate could see the physical pain register on her face.

Kate went back to the kitchen and brought her three Tylenol and a couple of vitamin Cs. ‘Here,' she said, thrusting them into Bina's hand. ‘Take these. You'll feel better.' She left Bina again and returned to the kitchen where she took out her
emergency stash of Saltines. Bina had just downed the last pill when Kate returned. She didn't want them all to lie there in an empty stomach so she handed Bina a Saltine. ‘Eat it,' she said.

‘Oh, please,' Bina responded in a world-weary voice.

‘Eat it,' Kate commanded, ‘and now tell me what happened last night.' She watched as Bina made an entire meal of the Saltine taking many tiny bites and washing them down with the club soda. The moment she was finished, Kate handed her another Saltine and refilled her glass. ‘Good girl,' she said. ‘So what happened?'

Bina lay back among the cushions and put a hand across her forehead. This time the tears were silent ones. Kate rose, went to her bedroom, and came back with a box of tissues. Wordlessly, she handed one to Bina who mopped at her eyes and began to talk in an unsteady voice. ‘You know that I was meeting him at Nobu and I was excited because it's one of the kinds of places you go to.' Kate almost smiled. Nobu was one of the most expensive, stylish, Asian restaurants in the city and Kate couldn't afford to eat there even on her birthday. Sometimes Kate wondered about Bina's vision of Kate's reality, but she didn't have the time to do that now. ‘Anyway, the place was beautiful and when I walked past the bar I could see that all the women looked better than I did. I don't know why, because their clothes weren't as good as mine – at least they didn't look as good, but
somehow they looked better, if you know what I mean.' Kate just nodded. ‘Anyway, when I got to the dining room the hostess wasn't there. I looked around, kind of self-conscious, then I thought I saw her. She had her back to me and was talking to some guy at a table and she was holding his hand up and laughing. When he laughed back, I realized it was Jack. I nearly plotzed.'

Kate had a vision of Bina going into hysterics and throwing a scene in the middle of the Zen of Nobu. God, she thought, that would end a romantic evening quickly. Bina did tend to overreact. ‘So did you …'

‘For a minute I didn't do anything,' Bina said. ‘I couldn't believe it. Then I walked over to the table and …'

The phone rang and Kate looked at the caller ID. ‘It's your mom,' Kate said.

‘Don't pick up,' Bina nearly screeched.

Kate let the phone ring until the answering machine kicked in. Mrs Horowitz's concerned voice came on and Kate turned the volume down. ‘You will have to tell her what happened. After you tell me, of course,' Kate said. ‘And she must be concerned. Where does she think you are? Did she know about your plans last night?'

Bina covered her eyes again. ‘I can't talk to her now,' she said. ‘And I didn't tell her anything because she would have nudged me to death. But I'm sure she knew about the ring and she knows Jack is leaving …' Bina stopped for a moment
and began to wail. It was a high-pitched keen of misery. ‘He's leaving tonight. Ohmigod, he's leaving tonight.'

Kate crouched at the edge of the sofa and took Bina in her arms. She felt Bina tremble against her, shaking with every sobbing breath. ‘Bina, you have to calm down and tell me what happened. We probably can fix this.'

Bina shook her head silently but lowered the volume of her crying. Just then the phone rang again. Reluctantly, Kate left Bina and went over to it. It was Michael. She had to pick it up, and wondered what people did in ‘the olden days', as her kids would say, before there were things like caller ID. Kate looked over at Bina who had turned on her side and was quietly sobbing into a bunch of tissues. She picked up the receiver.

‘Kate, you're home?' Michael asked.

‘Yes.' She didn't need to tell him anything more. He knew that she was usually in her office by this time and as a post-doc he might have had the brains to figure out that based on what he had reluctantly witnessed the night before she might not show up at school.

‘Hey, Kate, I … I just wanted to call to apologize.'

Kate softened. She sighed, but covered the mouthpiece to be sure that Michael didn't hear it. She had learned that there were two kinds of men: those who apologized and continued their behavior and those who apologized and stopped it. She hadn't
known Michael long enough to know which type he was.

The way she looked at things at this point in her life, most relationships were compromises and all men had to be looked at as fixer-uppers. As a therapist, she knew people did not change unless they wanted to and worked very hard at it. As a woman, she knew she had to tolerate a certain amount of what her ten-year-old patient Susan called ‘monkey clone behavior'. ‘Okay,' she said to Michael in a voice as neutral as she could manage.

‘I'm sure I looked like an unfeeling jerk last night. You know, it's just that … well, your friend was
very
dramatic.'

That pissed Kate off. ‘I suppose a little drama is warranted when your entire life is ruined.' She purposely kept her voice low and looked over at Bina to make sure she went unheard. What good was an apology, she thought, if it was followed by a further injury?

‘I've done it again, haven't I?' Michael asked. He might not be empathetic but he wasn't stupid, Kate reflected. ‘Look, let me take you out to dinner one night this week,' he said. ‘Let's talk about it. I know I can do better.'

Fair enough, Kate thought. But it couldn't be in a restaurant. There should be a lot of talking, a lot of negotiating, and maybe some reconciliatory sex. ‘Why don't you come over for dinner?' she proposed. ‘But not tonight.' She looked over at the
sofa again. Bina was just raising her head. ‘Gotta go,' she said. ‘Let's talk later.'

‘I'll call you this evening,' Michael promised and Kate hung up. She returned to Bina's side.

Bina, her eyes red, but not as red as her nose, looked up at her. ‘How can we fix it?' she asked.

Kate sat down and the wicker creaked. ‘Well, to know that, first I have to know what happened. Exactly what happened.'

‘So I go over to the table, and Jack is laughing and the Chinese woman – who was smaller than a size two and taller than I am – looks at me like I'm the bus boy. But Jack, he jumps and pulls his hand away. “Hey, Sy Lin was just teaching me how to say hello in Mandarin. Nee-how-ma!” So I look at him and say, “Nee-how-ma, right back atcha.” Then I turn to Sy Lin and say, “How do you say goodbye?” So she just gives me this smile, does one of those look-overs – you know the way Barbie does when someone is dressed really badly – and then looks at Jack and says, “Enjoy your dinner.” Oh, and just to make it a really bad omen, she was wearing the color nail polish you picked out. I should always listen to you.'

‘Bina, don't be silly. This isn't about manicures. So what happened next? Did you pitch a fit?'

Bina began to cry again. ‘That's the worst part,' she gulped. ‘I didn't do anything. It was Jack, Jack who …'

The phone rang again. Kate stepped over and looked at the handset and saw that it was Elliot's
cell. ‘Wait a minute,' she told Bina, who just ignored her anyway. Kate picked up the phone.

‘Okay. Don't worry about a thing,' came Elliot's voice. ‘We've got the situation under control. Brice and I will be there with bagels, cream cheese and lox. We also have two pints of hand-packed Häagen-Dazs,' he added. ‘Rocky Road – Brice figured Bina was on one – and Concession Obsession. Maybe that was because this is all like a bad movie. And that's not all. I have a couple of ten-milligram Valium that Brice “borrowed” from his mother's medicine cabinet. We're the rescue squad. Don't try to get in our way.'