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A Woman in Full: Sharon's Journey Continues
Part II - The Advice of a Friend
The call to Julie's home rang and then went right to voicemail. Calls to
her cell phone went right to voicemail. Sharon left messages at both,
but was concerned when she didn't get a call back.
"Darling, I know you're concerned," Jocelyn said, "but I really wish you
would relax. I honestly don't think there's anything to worry about
and..."
She stopped when she saw Sharon's impatient look.
"I'll talk to him, I promise," she said, coming over to her and stroking
her hair. "I won't back out. All I ask is that you promise to relax
until I do. Okay?"
Sharon nodded, then leaned against Jocelyn and felt her warmth.
"Hey!" she said. "It's the first nice weather Saturday we've had. Let's
get out and enjoy it."
Jocelyn agreed, and they decided that a little shopping jaunt down to
SoHo was the perfect way to do that. As it was a sunny but brisk day,
Sharon donned a cream cable-knit turtleneck sweater to wear over her tan
leggings, while a pair of brown suede ankle boots with a little heel
finished the look nicely.
"Very pretty," Jocelyn said, "although it's not very springlike."
Sharon waved away the gentle teasing as they locked up. Five hours
later, having bought new dresses and shoes for their planned evening at
the opera, they took a cab back to Gramercy Park. Jocelyn was just
paying the driver, who had left their packages by the front door, when
Sharon saw Amber and her stepdaughter, KC, in the park with KC's baby
and Julie's children.
After they got their things inside, Sharon went over to the park.
"Babysitting?" she called to Amber. "You?!"
Amber laughed as Sharon came over and gave her a hug.
"Julie called me Friday afternoon in a panic. Seems that Jack had
arranged for a weekend getaway at some place in Vermont. A long weekend.
She begged me to take the kids."
"She could have called me."
"She said she had just seen you rushing over to Second like a woman
possessed, so she didn't want to bother you. Anyway, I have my assistant
over there, so it's not like I'm doing all the work."
Sharon glanced over to where KC was keeping little Bryan occupied while
at the same time never straying too far from where her own baby slept.
She hesitated a moment.
"How's she doing?"
Amber shrugged.
"She's a teen mom. Better than some and worse than others, I guess. She
loves the little guy, I'll give her that much."
Sharon gave a sympathetic smile. After all, Amber had seen it coming -
the overtly sexual behavior of KC and her friends at just 13, the lack
of discipline from her parents. She'd warned Ryan where his daughter was
heading, but he hadn't listened, and when the hot little middle schooler
had come in tears to them that she thought she was pregnant, Amber had
sworn she wouldn't lift a finger if KC had the baby.
But she had.
Little Megan was now trying to get KC's attention while Bryan started to
fuss.
"Uh oh," Sharon said. Amber gave an evil grin.
"Now, she can see what being a mom is really like."
But almost immediately, Amber got up and went over to them. She picked
up Bryan and brought him back to the bench, triggering a major tantrum.
"No good deed goes unpunished," she said. In a very short time, she had
him calmed down, and when Sharon looked over, Megan and KC were intent
on their conversation.
"Softie."
Amber sneered and silently mouthed, "Fuck you."
"Anyway," she said aloud, "Jack and Julie will be back Wednesday."
"Thanks. In the meantime, call me if you need a hand."
No matter how they planned it, Jocelyn always raced around at the last
minute getting ready. Sharon had long ago gotten into the habit of
showering, doing her makeup and dressing first, both to avoid traffic
jams in the bathroom and because Jocelyn's frenetic rushing about made
her crazy. Jocelyn complained that this deprived her of the thrill of
seeing Sharon make a "grand entrance", but Sharon had fixed that by
making sure she was completely dressed and made up before coming out of
the bedroom.
"Well?" she said as she emerged from the hallway, her spike heels
resounding sharply against the hardwood floor. Jocelyn looked up from
her spreadsheets to see her in the elegantly simple black dress with
three quarter sleeves, tight bodice and flared skirt; the pearl choker
she'd given her as a wedding present and matching pearl earrings, and
the delicate little comb she loved so much. She gasped with delight.
"Oh, you look stunning! Just fabulous! But, it's so early yet; it's
only..."
She glanced at the clock on the mantel.
"Oh, shit! Look at the time!!"
And with that she sprung from her seat on the couch and fled to the
bedroom to begin getting dressed.
Sharon sat down at the computer and chuckled as she pulled up the file
with her novel. She had finished the first draft a few months after the
wedding, and had been tirelessly reviewing and editing it ever since.
She had begun to read it through again, checking to see that everything
was as it should be, and was now almost completely through it without
having found a correction to make.
"Maybe," she said to herself, not quite willing to even let the thought
form in her mind.
Before long, the bell was ringing and she knew that Rod and George had
arrived to pick them up.
"Tell them I'll be two minutes!" Jocelyn called from the bedroom. Sharon
laughed as she imagined her frantically applying makeup.
"Okay!" she called back. "But they'll know better than to believe me!"
"Bitch!"
Sharon was still laughing as she opened the door.
"You see?" George said to Rod. "That's what I love about this woman!
Beauty and good humor all wrapped up in one delightful package."
"Hi, Georgie," she cooed, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then she
kissed Rod and invited them into the apartment. "Jocelyn says she'll be
out in two minutes."
"Oh!" George said, loudly. "Now, I know what was so funny."
Jocelyn's growl could be heard in the living room. Sharon and the guys
made small talk until she rushed out ten minutes later.
"Right on time," Rod deadpanned.
"We thought that lovely little French place in Long Island City would be
perfect after the opera," George said. "That is if Sharon doesn't mind
foregoing her place."
"I don't own it, George, I just work there. Since the wedding, I've
limited my work nights to three a week. It's enough to give Carol Anne a
breather while at the same time keeping me involved. But, sure, French
is fine with me."
"Well," Rod said. "Shall we leave now and get there in time for a
cocktail before the performance?"
As usual, the guys had hired a limo for the evening. Sharon always felt
special on such nights, like a high school girl going to the prom. Maybe
it was because George always worked so hard to make her feel that way.
As they drove up to Lincoln Center, she reflected back over their
friendship, which had begun accidentally while she and Jocelyn were on a
cruise together. Once it had been established that Rod and George were a
couple just as Jocelyn and Sharon were a couple, they had discovered
that socializing as a foursome greatly broadened their social
opportunities. And Rod, in his own very quiet and reserved way, was as
good an escort for Jocelyn as the loud and brash George was for Sharon.
She had worried at first, when she and Jocelyn got back together, that
the fact that she had lived with the guys for several months after the
breakup might somehow leave a cloud over their otherwise agreeable
arrangement. But in the end, the fact that George and Rod had been
instrumental in helping them get back together seemed to make everything
all right. And when she and Jocelyn had been planning the wedding, both
Rod and George had called repeatedly with suggestions.
"What are you so lost in thought about?" George suddenly asked her.
"Oh. Nothing. Just thinking."
"Oh, dear," Rod sighed, "another 'writer's moment'."
Sharon giggled at that.
"Not quite, no," she said.
"How is the magnum opus coming along?" George asked. Jocelyn and Rod
turned toward her. Sharon had been very reluctant to talk about the
novel at all. And she smiled a little at the fact that, once again,
George seemed to know the exact right time to ask the right question.
"I think I may finally be finished," she said, almost afraid to say it
aloud. She was expecting a loud outburst from George, but he surprised
her.
"Good girl," he said. "Now you have to publish it."
"Easier said than done," she replied.
"Of course," Rod said. "Unless you know how. We'll have to talk about
this over dinner."
When they got to Lincoln Center, they made their way quickly to the rear
of the plaza where the Metropolitan Opera House stood. Tonight they
would see "La Boehme". George and Rod bought glasses of wine for all of
them and they sipped and chatted as fellow friends of the arts stopped
to say hello.
"Ah," Rod said suddenly. "Just as I'd hoped."
He stepped away from their little cluster and waved to someone who had
just come in. A moment later, a well-dressed couple made their way over
to them. The gentleman was about sixty, and dressed, as Rod and George
both were, in a tuxedo. The woman who was with him was a good ten years
younger, her coiffed blonde hair beginning to gray, wearing a royal blue
gown and silver heels. It was she who spoke as they approached.
"Hello, Rod," she said. "So glad you could make it tonight. George," she
added with a cordial bow of the head.
"Beverly, I wanted you to meet our two very special lady friends,
Jocelyn Drake and Sharon Boyle. This is Beverly Colby and her husband
Evan. Beverly and I have been friends since my early days in theater."
Beverly laughed.
"Yes, it was a rather tortuous route I followed. I started out wanting
to be an actress, then an agent. I did that for a while, then Evan
married me and gave me a comfortable lifestyle, so that when I went back
to work I was able to do what appealed to me at the moment."
"And what was that?" Jocelyn asked.
"Being a literary agent. It's tougher than being a theater agent, at
least I find it so, but much more rewarding."
"I thought you might want to meet Sharon because she is an aspiring
writer," Rod said. Beverly turned and gave Sharon an appraising look.
"Have you published anything?" she asked.
"Several short pieces. Fiction. Most recently a story that ran in The
New Yorker."
Recognition registered on Beverly's face.
"The piece about the teenaged boy?" she asked. Sharon nodded. "That was
very, very good. A very nice piece of writing, my dear. Have you thought
about doing anything longer, like a novella or a novel?"
Sharon smiled.
"I've just finished a novel," she said.
"First draft?"
"No, I've been editing it for the better part of a year, and I think I
finally have it where I want it."
Beverly reached into her small, silver purse and pulled out a business
card.
"Call me when you know for sure. I'd like to see it."
"Thank you," Sharon said, quickly placing the card in her own purse.
"That's very kind of you."
"Kindness has nothing to do with it. Publishing is a very tough
business. No doubt you've already collected your fair share of rejection
slips. It's worse with novels.
"What Rod did, bird-dogging me and making sure he flagged me down, that
was kindness. Still, he wouldn't have done it unless he felt you were a
good bet. I'll take a look because a good agent is always looking for
good writers, and I already know you can write. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough," Sharon said with a smile.
She didn't hear a note of the opera.
Julie called as soon as she got back on Tuesday.
"That was some long weekend," Sharon said with a smirk. Julie could only
giggle.
"Jack is really turned on that I lost all the weight," she added.
"So he decided to try and get you pregnant again?"
She giggled again.
"No, I'm not ready for that. Two is plenty, thank you so much."
Sharon then mentioned that a situation was developing for Jocelyn at
work, and that she thought it could have some legal problems for her.
Julie immediately invited them both over for that evening.
"Just make it about 8:00," she said. "That way, the kids will be settled
in and Jocelyn and Jack can talk."
But when they arrived at a little after 8:00, Megan was still wide awake
and arguing to be allowed to stay up for a while.
"I wanna be with Aunt Sharon," she whined. Julie said that she could
watch TV with them for fifteen minutes, if she was very good and very
quiet and promised to go immediately to bed when the fifteen minutes
were up. Megan promised, curled up on the couch with her head in
Sharon's lap, and promptly fell asleep.
Sharon carried her into her room and put her to bed a little while
later. Megan never stirred.
"You're so good with her," Julie said when she returned to the living
room. "You'd make a wonderful mom."
"Except for one little problem," Sharon said with a rueful smile. Julie
was one of the few people who knew her secret. It was not something they
talked about.
"Not really. One of you is able to bear children, the other is able to
raise them."
Sharon stared at the floor. It was something she'd thought about often.
But Jocelyn was nearly 40, and that was a dangerous age to have a child,
especially a first child.
Julie had "Casablanca" on TV, and so they both settled in to watch.
Sharon immersed herself in the drama of Ilsa and Rick and Victor Laszlo
and tried to forget about what might be transpiring behind closed doors
in Jack's study.
Sharon looked up as soon as she heard the door open. Jocelyn looked
relaxed, and that was a good sign. Jack looked pensive.
"What do you think, Jack?" she asked with no prelude. He waited until he
was seated in his easy chair, Jocelyn was on the sofa next to Sharon and
Julie, and the TV had been muted.
"It's a strange situation," he said at last. "I'm not quite sure what to
make of it. Jocelyn doesn't seem to have done anything wrong, but the
problem is not what the fact is but what the perception will be.
Therefore, I have asked her to go back and search her records, her
workpapers, even notes that she may have made about this transaction, to
see if there is anything that could be made to seem like wrongdoing."
"But if she hasn't done anything wrong, what could be twisted like
that?" Sharon asked. Jack thought about it before he answered.
"I've also asked Jocelyn to lay out an exact description of what
transpired from the time she was hired until now, as it pertains to this
transaction. From what I know at this point, it was simply a routine
reinsurance transaction involving one of the company's insurance
subsidiaries. That...what is it, Sharon?" he asked, seeing the look on her
face.
"That's not what he called it when he was over for dinner Friday night,"
she said. "He called it a swap."
Jack shrugged.
"People often throw the term 'swap' around when they mean something
else, although I don't think I've ever heard reinsurance described that
way. Reinsurance is one insurance company paying a premium to another
insurance company to cover a potential loss insured by the former. There
is a possibility of something called a retrocession, in which the
reinsured loss is ceded back to the original insurer. Maybe that's what
happened here."
"No," Jocelyn said. "It was a straight financial reinsurance deal, with
a two year term."
"Could it have been done using a noninsurance contract? Like some kind
of derivative?" Jack asked. Jocelyn didn't think so, but promised to
check it out.
"Be discreet," Jack said. "Until everyone calls, you really don't know
who's holding what cards."
Jocelyn agreed.
"Jack," Sharon asked softly, "will you defend Jocelyn if it comes to
that?"
Jocelyn started to laugh away the idea that it would ever be necessary,
and in her heart, Sharon was waiting for Jack to assure her it wouldn't
be.
"I doubt it will come to that," he said. "This sounds more like an
internal spat, and no one likes to get the SEC involved if they can
possibly avoid it. But, if it ever came to that, of course I would.
Naturally, I'd get permission from the firm to represent you on my own
rather than through the firm - I'm much more reasonable."
They all laughed.
"Please don't worry about this," he added. Sharon realized he was
talking to her.
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