“Of course, Gabriel. It’s just that the topic makes me anxious.”
“Then I need to do a better job of bringing up the subject and not springing it on you. But I don’t want to hear you refer to yourself as either coldhearted or a wench ever again.” He pulled back to make eye contact with her. “Neither of those ascriptions applies to you, and I certainly won’t have anyone speak about my wife that way.”
She nodded.
“Good.” He took her hand and began walking. “Now, as I recall, you were telling me about Rachel’s email.”
“Her exact words were, ‘I’m calling in all my chips. I’ve got Christians, Muslims, Jews, and even a Zoroastrian praying.’”
Gabriel looked puzzled. “Rachel knows a Zoroastrian? How is that possible? There are less than two hundred thousand Zoroastrians worldwide.”
“She works with a woman who’s Zoroastrian. How do you know how many Zoroastrians there are?”
“I Wikied it.”
Gabriel gazed at her solemnly before giving her a sly wink.
“Don’t believe anything you read on Wikipedia, Professor.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself, Mrs. Emerson. Someone wrote an entry about me on that damned site, and the content was shocking. Wikifuckers.”
He kissed her gently but firmly before they heard someone nearby clearing his throat.
A security guard stood two feet away.
“Move along.” He glared at them.
“Sorry.” Gabriel sounded far from apologetic as he wound his arm around Julia’s waist and ducked into an adjacent room.
“We need to be more discreet.” She felt flushed as they continued their tour.
“We need to find a darker corner.” Gabriel gazed at her provocatively, and she felt her flush deepen.
“I’ve asked John Green to send Christa a cease-and-desist letter.” Gabriel led her into the hallway.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“John did. It’s a shot across the bow. We’re simply reminding her that we won’t tolerate slander. The woman is a menace.”
Julia took a deep breath and held it before exhaling slowly. “The conference went better than expected.”
He brought her hand to his lips. “You were exceptional.”
“So maybe the slander isn’t as worrisome as we thought.”
“Slander is always worrisome. Don’t you know that line from Othello:
“‘Who steals my purse steals trash. . . .
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.’”
“I seem to recall hearing you quote that before. But can you really stop Christa from gossiping about us?”
Gabriel looked at her in resignation. “I don’t know. But given her behavior at the conference, I had to try.”
Chapter Twenty
July 2011
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Paulina Gruscheva’s handwriting was bold and sophisticated, like the woman herself. She wrote with a Montblanc fountain pen, the black ink flowing in curved flourishes over the expensive cream-colored envelope.
She’d had to look up his address. Miraculously, he was in the Cambridge telephone book.
As she peered down at the letters and numbers she’d written, a smile of satisfaction spread across her beautiful features. Then she sealed the envelope and readied herself to take it to the post office.
He was going to be surprised.
Chapter Twenty-one
July 2011
Italy
Julia and Gabriel said good-bye to Katherine, Paul, and Oxford a few days after the conference. The last words exchanged with Paul were especially awkward. Julia knew her friend and consequently knew that something was wrong. But when she asked him about it, he merely referenced his anxiety over his dissertation.
When he hugged her good-bye, he held her tightly and a little too long. Julia said they’d stay in touch, and he nodded but didn’t agree. She excused his behavior by telling herself that he was simply being nostalgic about their friendship.
Gabriel distracted Katherine from noticing Paul’s exchange with Julia, trying to give them some privacy. He took no pleasure in seeing Paul’s discomfort, or the way he tried to appear happy and at ease for Julia’s sake.
The Emersons traveled to Rome, celebrating Gabriel’s birthday on the seventeenth of July with a special tour of the Vatican Museum. There was, however, a shocking lack of museum sex.
(Not even Gabriel was tempted to indulge himself with Julia inside the Vatican.)
They visited Assisi for a few days, where they prayed and lit candles at the crypt of St. Francis. Although Gabriel and Julia didn’t confess the content of their prayers, it was understood that they prayed for each other, for their marriage, and for the eventual gift of a child.
To these prayers, Julia added her own requests for wisdom and strength, while Gabriel asked for goodness and courage. Both of them prayed for Rachel and Aaron, asking that God would bless their attempts to have a baby.
So it was that they arrived at their house near Todi, an Umbrian village, at the end of July. The house was located near a mixed fruit tree orchard and boasted an enclosed pool that was bordered on one edge by lavender. The fragrant flowers perfumed the air, and Julia placed a few sprigs between the sheets of their bed.
When she awoke the next day, Gabriel was gone. With the sun high in the sky and shining in through the balcony windows she was not surprised by his absence, or by the coolness of the sheets on his side. Clutching his pillow, which still retained the scent of Aramis mingled with lavender, she found a handwritten note.
Good Morning, Darling.