Friends Forever (28 page)

“Would you like to go to the opening of the ballet with me next week?” he suggested, and Izzie smiled. He really was fun to be with, and she could easily imagine taking tango lessons with him, although he probably knew how to tango anyway. “There’s a dinner afterward,” he explained.

“I’d like that very much.”

“You’ll have to wear a cocktail dress. It’s black tie for me. But with your looks”—he smiled at her—“you can get away with something short.”

“That sounds like fun. Thank you, Tony.” She smiled at him, and he laughed and kissed her cheek, barely touching it with his lips.

“Stick with me, baby, and we’ll have fun.” She was sure that was true, but with a sudden flash of insight, she suspected that they’d have fun but not depth. He had avoided that in all his relationships for too long. He was a practiced bachelor, and a generous person, but the one thing he no longer gave was his heart. He wasn’t like her father and Jennifer after all, who were crazy about each other and madly in love and had adopted Ping. Her father had married the wrong woman, and then found the right one. She didn’t think Tony was willing to take that chance. It didn’t really matter to Izzie, she wasn’t in love with him, but she hoped she would fall in love one day. Tony was still working hard to avoid it and swimming the other way. And she wondered if one of the reasons he liked her and was taking her out was that she was too young to expect anything serious from him, unlike women his own age, who wanted the whole shebang, kids and marriage and a commitment he was no longer willing to give. At least he’d been honest with her, so she wouldn’t get hurt. They were just passing through each other’s lives, like her trip to Argentina. He made no pretense of anything else.

When she went back to her apartment and he drove away, she thought of Gabby with a sharp ache. If she’d still been alive, she could have called her for a consultation about what to wear to the ballet, or borrowed something from her. Izzie called Jennifer instead.

Her stepmother said she should wear something sexy, dressy, and short. She was so much taller than Izzie that she couldn’t lend her a dress, but she offered to go shopping with her, which they did the next day. Jennifer left Ping with her father, so they had a real girls’ day out. It was the kind of day Izzie had never spent with her mother, but Katherine had given her good advice and trips to Europe and Argentina instead. There was room for both of them in Izzie’s life.

They found the perfect dress at Neiman Marcus, it was short and strappy, black chiffon with little black beads on the straps, and they found shoes to go with it. Izzie looked fabulous in it, and very sophisticated. She looked like a woman in the dress, not a girl or a kindergarten teacher. “You look hot,” Jennifer said with a grin, and Izzie laughed.

“So what’s this guy like?” Jennifer asked her when they went upstairs to the restaurant for a bite to eat. “He must be pretty special if you’re shopping for him.”

“I just don’t have clothes for the kind of stuff he goes to,” Izzie said, feeling like Cinderella after the ball once she took off the new dress. She was wearing jeans, a pink sweatshirt, and sneakers with holes in them—her standard Sunday-afternoon garb. “He’s very smooth, and kind of sexy. He’s a movie producer from L.A., he’s making a movie here for a year.”

Jennifer looked impressed and intrigued. “How old?”

“Thirty-nine.” Jennifer frowned at the answer.

“Isn’t that a little old for you, Iz?” They had sat down and ordered salads by then, and Izzie looked pensive. Jennifer and Jeff were seventeen years apart but had gotten involved when they were older, not twenty-three.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t think he’s someone who gets too attached to anyone. He had a heartbreak when he was young. He’s more about having fun.”

“Just make sure he doesn’t break your heart,” Jennifer warned her wisely. “Guys like that are easy to get hooked on. They’re very charming, and always just out of reach. I went out with someone like that before your dad. I went out with him for six months, and it took me three years to get over him. But I’m a slow learner. You’re probably smarter than I am.”

“I don’t think I’m liable to get too attached either,” Izzie said softly. “People die, Jen,” she said as she looked at her with eyes that ripped her stepmother’s heart out. She had already seen too much at her age, and had paid a high price for it.

“Not everyone dies young, Izzie,” Jennifer said kindly, and touched her hand to reassure her.

“No, but a lot of people seem to at my age.”

“Why do you think that is?” Jennifer asked quietly. She had thought about it a lot herself. As a social worker, she saw too many tragedies among people Izzie’s age, and even younger. Some were accidents, some products of the environments they lived in, but others just seemed to be a sign of the times. She had never seen a group of young people so at risk.

“I don’t know,” Izzie answered. “Maybe we’re stupid, or too brave, or we watched too much TV when we were little or something. You watch people get killed every day on the news, and no one thinks about it. And then it happens to someone you know, and it almost kills you. Maybe we’re careless or take bigger risks. Like Billy,” she said sadly, and Kevin. All Gabby had done was hail a cab, but the boy who had killed her had been careless and foolish enough to drink and drive. She had heard that he’d gotten out of prison the year before, after three and a half years. She couldn’t even imagine what that had been like and didn’t want to. And the deaths Jennifer hated most among the young were the suicides, which in her line of work she saw more than most people. It was the second biggest cause of death among youth, after car accidents, and so many parents were unaware of what was happening in their children’s lives, or were in denial about it. It broke Jennifer’s heart every time it happened to one of her clients. At least none of Izzie’s friends seemed to be suffering from depression. Jennifer was always watchful for signs of it in Izzie, after losing her friends. But she seemed to be recovering well, and her mother’s gift of the trip to Argentina had benefited her immensely. And now she had a new romance, which was all good, and a hopeful sign, even if it went nowhere. At least it was fun for her, which was how Izzie viewed it. She seemed to have a very sensible outlook about it, and Jennifer was reassured.

“How are Sean and Andy, by the way? You haven’t said much about them lately,” Jennifer inquired as they finished lunch.

“There’s nothing to say,” Izzie said, shrugging her shoulders. “Andy’s buried at med school, and so is his girlfriend. He couldn’t even come home for Christmas. And Sean is crazy. He thinks he’s going to catch all the drug dealers in the world. He did an undercover assignment in South America for most of last year. He can’t call anyone or have any contact when he’s undercover. It’s really hard on his parents. He came home for a week, and now he’s doing it again. No one will hear from him for a year, or longer. Except if he dies, I guess.” She looked angry as she said it. She was tired of her friends dying, and he could easily get himself killed. “I think that’s what you meant. Maybe my generation takes bigger risks. Kevin, Billy, Sean. They think they’re immortal.”

“All young people think that. Maybe the difference is that your generation acts on it, which is dangerous. That sounds like an extremely risky line of work,” Jennifer said, pained at the look in Izzie’s eyes. And she suddenly had the same impression that Katherine had about her daughter the year before. There was no passion there, just pain. Izzie was not willing to throw her heart over the wall for anyone or anything, or care deeply anymore. She knew how high the chances were of getting burned. She had a fireproof wall around her heart. But at least she’d have fun with her movie producer from L.A. for a while. Jennifer could tell from what Izzie said that he was no more willing to risk his heart than she was, which was unconsciously why Izzie liked him.

Izzie promised to let Jennifer know how the opening of the ballet was when they left each other that afternoon, and Izzie went home with her new dress and new shoes in a bag. She could hardly wait to wear them.

They were a big success when she did. Tony went crazy when he saw her. And her face and her figure made the dress look even better. She had a great time with him, and enjoyed the opening of the ballet and the dinner after. They had a very elegant evening, and she felt like a fairy princess. He kissed her good night at her door, but didn’t ask to come in, and she didn’t invite him to. She wasn’t ready to, and he was mature enough, and experienced enough, to sense that. But he said he enjoyed her company immensely, and he looked as though he meant it. He smiled at her and kissed her again before he left her.

“I’m going to L.A. next week, by the way. I’ll be back on Friday. Saturday night dinner?” She nodded with a shy smile. It had been a perfect evening. “We’ll do something fun,” he promised, and she knew they would. Tony would see to that, just as he had so far. He hurried down the stairs then with a smile and a wave, and Izzie drifted into her apartment on a cloud, feeling just like Cinderella, before she lost the glass slipper.

Chapter 21

A
s promised, Izzie called Jennifer the next day to report on the opening of the ballet and tell her how the dress looked. “It was perfect!” Izzie said, sounding delighted, and grateful that her stepmother had dropped everything to go shopping with her. She had turned out to be a wonderful friend, and never tried to be a mother to her. She was more like a big sister or an aunt. “Some of the women wore long dresses, but I would have felt silly wearing one.”

“You’re young enough to wear a short one, even to a black-tie event,” Jennifer confirmed, which Izzie had concluded the night before too. The dress they had chosen had been totally appropriate, and Tony had said she looked gorgeous. “And how was Tony?”

“Handsome and charming.” Izzie giggled. “I had a great time.” Jennifer was happy to hear it. Izzie gave her all the details of the evening, of the ballet and the dinner after, and as soon as she hung up, Andy called her from Cambridge. She hadn’t talked to him since Christmas. She had called him on Christmas Day—he had been working and feeling sorry for himself. He was trying to figure out what to specialize in and was currently considering pediatrics.

“So how are you?” He tried to check in with her as often as he thought of it and had time. They were the only two left in the group now, since Sean was incommunicado in his undercover life for the FBI for a year. And Andy loved talking to her, it was a breath of home for him.

“I’m great!” Izzie said happily. “I went to the opening of the ballet last night. I didn’t see your parents, though. Were they there?”

“Probably, unless my mom was on call last night. My dad usually doesn’t go without her. She likes the ballet more than he does. It sounds like you’re getting pretty fancy. New guy in your life?”

“Sort of,” she admitted.

“You’re holding out on me,” he scolded her.

“I met him on New Year’s Eve. He took me to Napa for lunch the next day, and the ballet last night. He’s pretty cool.”

“What does he do? I hope he’s not a doctor, you’ll never see him. Nancy and I haven’t spent a night together in two weeks. Our schedules are never the same. I think she’s actually getting tired of it. This is really hard,” he confessed to Izzie, sounding discouraged. “I don’t know how my parents kept their marriage together. We fight a lot when we don’t see each other, and we’re sleep deprived all the time, which makes her bitchy and me psychotic,” he said, and Izzie laughed.

“You’ll get through it. You love each other,” Izzie said, trying to reassure him.

“I hope so. Sometimes I wonder if that’s enough.” It sounded like he was going through a rough patch. No one had ever said that medical school would be easy, but it was what he had always wanted. Just like Sean and his crazy life for the FBI. It made her realize that her life as a kindergarten teacher was a lot simpler than theirs, even if it was less challenging.

“So what else is new with you, other than fighting with Nancy and lack of sleep?” She loved talking to him—it was like talking to a brother. It was with Sean too, but he was an invisible brother now, one she could never talk to, and might never again, if something went wrong while he was undercover. She had a constant sense that he might be killed at any moment, and she was sure that Connie did too, her last surviving son. At least Izzie knew that Andy would always be there. Nothing about his chosen profession was high risk. It was safe to love him, and she did, just as she had for eighteen years. They were both twenty-three now.

“There is no ‘else’ in this business,” Andy complained. “All we ever do is work. Thank God Nancy is going to be a doctor too. No other sane human being would understand it. You were right to bail on me when you did.” They normally never mentioned it, but he felt comfortable with it now, and so did she.

“I think long distance would have been really hard,” she said honestly.

“Yeah, me too. So what’s with this new guy? Tell me about him.” Andy was always interested in her life, when he had time.

“Handsome. Older. Movie producer. Nice.”

“Serious?”

“No.”

“Slept with him?”

“Not yet, doctor. You sound like my gynecologist.” Andy laughed at that.

“Wait till I get assigned to OB/GYN. We can talk about it then. My mom wants me to be an OB and go into practice with her. I don’t think so. So how much older is he?”

“Not that much. He’s thirty-nine.” She knew Nancy was a year older than Andy, but in the same year of medical school. She had taken a gap year to travel before starting. But one year made no difference—sixteen years would.

“That’s old for you, don’t you think?”

“Maybe. It feels kind of grown-up and sophisticated. It’s fun for now.”

“I guess, with the opening of the ballet and all that. It’s a far cry from my life at the moment. The best we can do is McDonald’s, between studying, classes, and rounds at the hospital with our professors, and I fall asleep at the table.” She suspected that he made it sound worse than it was, but she could tell he was stressed, and he had no idea when he was coming home for a visit. “Well, let me know how it’s going. It’s nice to remember how the other half lives, people who actually get to go out to dinner, sleep, and even get laid. I’ll be too old to do it by the time this is over.”