FIC SUMMARY: The flame of Tom’s marriage is out, there is no denying. After the divorce, he struggles to let himself love again. CHAPTER SUMMARY:
The book club gathers at Amy’s apartment this week and Tom not only stays for the usual snack after the meeting, but also ends up alone with Amy. PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3
Chapter 4 - Healing the wound
With every passing day, it got harder to hide the divorce from the papparazzi. Tom had asked Luke to call Sarah and see if she would be willing to cooperate until the two of them figured out what to tell the press and how to do it, and apparently she was okay with all of it. Luke told her what to answer if anyone asked her anything and so far it was working, but both the men knew one day it would be impossible to keep the secret anymore and Tom would have to substitute “we’re fine, thanks for asking” with “we’re no longer together” and be showered with more questions.
Summary: Tamsin Shaw only wants out of Professor Hiddleston’s class as his mere existence drives her to distraction every single time she sees him. Professor Hiddleston has other ideas, however, especially now that he’s Tamsin’s interim thesis advisor.
Four afternoons later, I sat in my car with nothing but the Gulf of Mexico to my left and a row of well kept beach houses ordered neatly along the beachfront to my right. I peered out the windshield up at the large stilted beach house nearest me which cut an imposing but attractive figure on the horizon. The salty weather hadn’t aged or warped the wooden deck or bleached the paint. It stood untouched and welcoming against the orange and purple sunset, a shimmering beacon that made my body tingle with excitement.
Listening to the ringing on the cell phone pressed to my ear helped a little to calm me as I concentrated my attention on the peaks and troughs of sound and silence instead of the rapid rush of blood in my ears and the sickening, nervous twist of my stomach. It relaxed me in the strangest of ways and gave me a moment to slip into a much needed meditative trance; everything about the even rhythm was what I needed, but a clipped voice on the other end interrupted my equilibrium quickly and without regard to my jangled nerves.
When a piece of writing rocks the world it’s a glorious thing. Or, in this case, rocks a world; suddenly, all over, people of a certain sort were talking about “Why We Go to Cabarets.” The Times covered the article on page 1, upper left-hand corner. Other papers in
the city and across the country splashed stories about it on the front
page. The president of the New York Junior League, Mrs. Pleasants
Pennington, said she had not formed an opinion about the article, but
“it amused me very much.” The Waldorf Hotel issued a statement promising
to arrange dances in an exclusive setting that would solve the problems
Miss Mackay had outlined. In Paris, American ladies with daughters told
a reporter from the Chicago Daily Tribune that the stag-line
situation described in the article was why they had left the United