Fielding Joy : Kiss Mommy Goodbye - Couverture souple

Fielding, Joy

Couverture souple

ISBN 10 : 0451115449 ISBN 13 : 9780451115447

Editeur : Penguin Books Ltd, 1982

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ONE
 
“Could you be a little more specific when you say ‘erratic behavior’?”
 
“Specific?”
 
The lawyer smiled with well-practiced patience, perfectly pitched understanding in his voice as he elaborated.
 
“Yes. Could you give us some examples of what you describe as your wife’s erratic behavior over the last few years.”
 
“Oh, yes. Certainly,” the man nodded.
 
Donna Cressy sat in the straight hard-backed chair, her back rigid, not touching the wood, and watched the man in the witness stand, the man to whom she had been married for six years, Victor Cressy, age thirty-eight and five years her senior, continue to grind what was left of her self-image into fine flecks of ash (human remains from the cremator’s oven), to dissect every phrase she had uttered during their life together, every tone, every nuance until there was nothing left but his interpretation of how it had been. She almost smiled—why should their divorce be any different than their marriage?
 
She looked at his face and wished she could be like some of those women she had often read about who, when they looked at a lost or former lover, wondered what they could have seen in him in the first place. But it was all still there to see—the conventionally handsome, even kind face, with its brooding blue eyes and almost black hair, the sensitive yet commanding set of his features, his full mouth, the imperious yet curiously respectful tone of his voice.
 
“She stopped driving the car,” Victor said, almost wondrously. Obviously something beyond his comprehension.
 
“What do you mean? She just stopped?” the lawyer probed. “Had she had an accident?”
 
His lawyer was good, Donna admitted to herself. Victor had said he was the best in Florida, which hadn’t surprised her. Victor had to have the best. It was a quality she had first admired, then learned to despise. Funny how the things you loved could turn so quickly into objects of scorn, she thought. Funny how a road-weary lawyer with a well-rehearsed client could still manage to make everything sound so spontaneous. Her own attorney had told her that a good lawyer never asked a question for which he didn’t already know the answer. Her lawyer was also considered to be good—though not as good as Victor’s.
 
“No. She never had any accidents in all the years I knew her,” Victor answered. “She’d been driving since she was sixteen and as far as I know, she’d never so much as dented a fender.”
 
 “And when you were first married, did she drive often then?”
 
“All the time. In fact, I bought her a car, a little Toyota, for our second anniversary. She was thrilled.”
 
“And she just stopped driving one day?”
 
“That’s right. Suddenly, she just refused to get behind the wheel.”
 
“Did she offer any explanation?”
 
“She said she didn’t want to drive anymore.”
 
Victor’s lawyer, a Mr. Ed Gerber, raised his eyebrows while simultaneously furrowing his brow and pursing his lips. Donna thought that must be hard to do. “When exactly was that?”
 
“About two years ago. No. Maybe a little more. It was around the time she got pregnant with Sharon. Sharon’s sixteen months old now, so, yeah, I guess it was about two years ago.” His voice was deep. Thoughtful.
 
“And she hasn’t driven since?”
 
“Not to my knowledge.”
 
“And to the best of your knowledge, nothing happened to cause this decision?”
 
“That’s right. I—” he hesitated, as if debating with himself whether or not to continue. “I once saw her get behind the wheel of the car, about a year ago when she thought I was still asleep—”
 
“Still asleep? What time was it?”
 
“A little after three a.m.”
 
“What was she doing out at three a.m.?”
 
“Objection.” Her own lawyer. Mr. Stamler. The same height and weight as Mr. Gerber. Approximately the same age. Interchangeable, except that Victor had told her Mr. Gerber was better.
 
“Sorry. I’ll rephrase that. What was your wife wearing at the time, Mr. Cressy?”
 
“Her nightgown.”
 
“And where were the children?”
 
“Asleep. In the house.”
 
“Would you describe exactly what you saw that morning.”
 
Victor looked perplexed. Donna could see his confusion was sincere. Forgive them, Father, she found herself thinking, for they know not what they do. Victor had sworn to tell the truth. And he was telling it—as he saw it. As he knew it. His truth, not hers. Her chance would come later. Her last chance.
 
“I heard the front door close and I looked out the window to the carpark and I saw Donna unlock the car and get inside. I remember being astounded that she would even be thinking about driving again, and then even more surprised that she would be going anywhere at three in the morning. That was long before I found out about her relationship with Dr. Segal, of course.”
 
“Objection. There is no proof that Mrs. Cressy had any intention of going to meet Dr. Segal that morning.”
 
“Sustained.” The judge. The same height and weight as both Mr. Stamler and Mr. Gerber. Perhaps twenty years older.
 
“Did Mrs. Cressy, in fact, go anywhere?”
 
“No. She put the key in the ignition and switched on the motor, and then she just sat there like she couldn’t move. And then she started to shake. All over. She just sat there and shook. Finally, she turned off the motor and came back inside. I went into the living room to see if she was okay, and I could see she’d been crying. I asked her what was wrong.”
 
“And what was her answer?”
 
“She told me to go back to bed. And then she went back to her room.”
 
“Her room? You had separate bedrooms?”
 
“Yes.”
 
Victor looked deeply embarrassed by the admission.
 
“Why was that?”
 
“It was what Donna wanted.”
 
“From the beginning?”
 
“No. Oh, no.” He smiled. “We have two children, remember.” Mr. Gerber smiled in consolation. It seemed even the judge smiled. Only Donna remained unmoved. “No, she, uh, she told me she wouldn’t sleep with me anymore on the day she found out she was pregnant with our second child.”
 
“Did you consider that announcement strange?”
 
“Only a little. She’d been saying no for quite a long time by that point. Except for the odd occasion.” His smile was puppy-dog sad. Donna wanted to punch him in the mouth.
 
“So your wife refused to have sexual relations with you?”
 
“Yes, sir.” Almost inaudible.
 
“Did she give you a reason?” Why was he so concerned with reasons? Donna wondered.
 
“At first, she used to say she was just too tired, what with looking after Adam—he’s four now.”
 
Donna stared at Victor with disbelief. He had once told her he could sell sand to the Arabs, and it was true he had been Prudential’s top insurance salesman for the past five years running. But before her eyes she had just witnessed the almost total transformation of a Yankee from Connecticut transplanted to Palm Beach, Florida, only eight years ago, into a born and bred good ole boy from the South, his voice even hinting at a mild Southern drawl, and she had actually believed in this new identity. “She used to say she was just too tired, what with looking after Adam”—she heard his voice silently repeating. “What with looking after Adam!” Victor Cressy had never used the term “what with” in his life before. And that final little sentiment—“he’s four now,” tacked onto the end of the thought like so much country molasses. And she had fallen for it! The way she recognized the judge was falling for it as well. For a moment, she felt panic and looked around her shoulder for Mel. He was there. He smiled but he looked as puzzled as she felt, and as she turned back to face the witness stand, she felt something she had not allowed herself to feel since she had decided to leave Victor—that he might win after all. Not the divorce suit—she didn’t care who was granted the divorce, being branded an adulteress didn’t bother her (she had committed adultery, after all), but what had suddenly traveled from Victor’s mouth to her ears in that mellifluous near-Southern drawl was the very real possibility that she could lose her children, the very things that had sustained her these last trouble-filled years, the only things that had kept her sane.
 
Sane?
 
Not according to Victor. “Then, of course, she was sick so often.”
 
“Sick?”
 
“She seemed to have one cold after another, and when it wasn’t a cold, it was the flu. She’d be in bed for days.”
 
“And who would look after the children?”
 
“Mrs. Adilman from next door. She’s a widow, she would come in.”
 
“Was Mrs. Cressy seeing a doctor?”
 
Victor’s smile was a neat mixture of irony and regret. “At first she was seeing our old family d...

Présentation de l'éditeur

Now in trade paperback for the first time from Anchor Canada, Joy Fielding's first thriller!

Those goodbye kisses Donna received from her children when ex-husband Victor picked them up for their day's outing with him were for all time . . . forever. Only Donna did not know that, and the memory of her children's kisses on the day they disappeared come back to haunt her, for Victor did not return. Instead, this handsome, twisted man, who had destroyed their marriage and almost destroyed Donna's sanity, vanished with her little boy and girl. And Donna was left with a lover whose love was no longer enough, a new life that had suddenly turned agonizingly empty, and a terror-filled quest to find her children that would take her across the country and beyond the law . . .

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Penguin Books Ltd
• Date d'édition: 1982
• ISBN 10: 0451115449
• ISBN 13: 9780451115447
• Reliure: Poche
• Langue: anglais
• Coordonnées du fabricant: non disponible