What kind of man abandons the mother of his child and disowns his son?
His throat tightened as he thought of himself.
“Did you see your grandmother?” Julianne blinked up at him sleepily.
“Only from a distance. She was walking from her house to a car, with someone who is probably an uncle. At least, I think she was my grandmother. She lives in the same house.”
“You didn’t speak to them?”
“No.” He moved his hand to the small of her back, spanning the twin dimples that were above the curve of her backside. It was one of his favorite parts of her body.
(Privately, he contemplated planting a flag there in an act of corporeal colonialism.)
“Why not?” Julia was puzzled.
“They aren’t my family. Standing there, I realized I might as well be an alien to them. There was no connection. Nothing.” He sighed. “At least when I met my sister I recognized her eyes.”
Julia gave him a questioning look.
“She and I have our father’s eyes.”
“Don’t you need to speak to your grandmother to find out about your mother’s medical history?”
“Carson was able to get the autopsy report for my mother. He was also able to get information about her medical history, through dubious means.”
“And?”
“Heart disease and high blood pressure run in her family, but there wasn’t anything especially worrisome.”
Julia visibly relaxed under his fingers.
“That’s good news, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Gabriel sounded strangely underwhelmed.
“What about your father’s side?”
“Kelly told me there was some heart disease on their side.”
“So you don’t want to meet your grandmother or your other relatives?”
“I have my mother’s diary and a few anecdotes from Kelly. That’s enough.”
“Kelly knew your mother?” Julia sat up next to him.
“She remembers meeting her when she worked for our father. And she recalls her parents fighting, presumably over my mother and me. I’d like to introduce you to Kelly. She and her husband have invited me to dinner tonight and then Friday night we’re supposed to go and visit our Aunt Sarah in Queens.”
“I’d love to meet your sister. But you might have to take me shopping for something to wear to dinner. Rebecca packed for me, so I have a carry-on full of lingerie and only one dress.”
Gabriel’s eyes grew heated. “Clearly, she doesn’t know you very well.”
“Why do you say that?”
He leaned forward, brushing her ear with his lips. “Because you sleep naked.”
Julia thrilled to his nearness. She began playing with the few strands of his chest hair.
“Did you finish your mother’s diary?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“It’s about what you’d expect. As time wore on and she realized she would never have a life with my father, she grew more and more despondent, until finally, she stopped writing altogether.”
Julia rested her hand over his tattoo, gently pressing into the skin.
“Are you glad you came to New York?”
“Yes. Because of Kelly, I have some good news. Professor Benjamin Spiegel of Columbia was my grandfather.”
“Benjamin Spiegel,” she murmured. “I don’t recognize his name. Was he a Dante specialist?”
“No, he specialized in Romanticism. We read some of his work in grad school.”
“Katherine Picton despises the Romantics. She accused me once of giving a Romantic reading of Dante.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Not everyone appreciates the Romantics. But Professor Spiegel did. His writings were the gold standard for decades. He published in German, mostly, but a few of his articles are in English.”
“And he was your grandfather?”
“Yes.” Gabriel wore a look of pride. “Kelly tells me he was much loved at Columbia and well known for his charity work and his leadership in the Jewish community.”
Julia’s eyebrows lifted. “Why didn’t you know about him?”
“He and my father had a falling out. My father changed his name, turned his back on Judaism, and didn’t speak of his family. Kelly knew, of course. She’s in touch with our cousins.”
“Did she know him?”
“Unfortunately, he died before she was born.”
“I guess we know where your passion for literature came from. And your interest in kosher sex.”
He laughed. “My interest in kosher sex is derived from other things, but maybe there’s a connection.”
His face grew serious. “Learning about my grandfather was the saving grace of my visit.”
Julia’s smile faded. “What about your sisters?”
“Audrey won’t have anything to do with me. Kelly is wonderful, but she views my father in a very different light.” Gabriel grimaced. “I don’t know where the truth lies. Was he the loving dad she remembers or the man who hit my mother?”
“Maybe he was both.”
“Impossible.”
“I hope that he didn’t hit your mother or you, but it’s possible his relationship with his wife and other children was very different.”
“That isn’t comforting.”
“I’m sorry.”
Gabriel buried his face in her hair.
“Why didn’t he want us?”
Julia’s heart clenched.
“I think he wanted you, along with his other family. That was the problem. He wanted to have it all and he couldn’t. Any failure on his part is his, not yours.” She kissed Gabriel forcefully. “Will you tell me more about your sister? So much has happened and I’ve only been hearing pieces of it.”
“I will, but can it wait? There’s something kosher I’d rather do instead.” Gabriel rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him.
After room service had been delivered and eaten, Julianne returned to bed, covering herself with a sheet.
“Let’s just stay here all day and have sex.”
Gabriel sat at her feet, his eyes sparkling. “Now that’s the Julianne I know and love. But don’t you have a paper to finish?”
“I’d rather finish you.” She crooked a finger.
He was just about to pull the sheet from her naked body when his iPhone rang.
He glanced at it.
Then his eyes traveled to Julia’s.
“Who is it?” she asked.
Gabriel wore a sour expression. “Your uncle Jack.”
“Why is he calling you?” She sat up, tugging the sheet with her. “Do you think something’s wrong with my dad? Or the baby?”
“I hope not.”
He unplugged his phone and held it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Emerson. I’m standing in a Fed Ex depot in Washington, D.C.” As always, Jack came straight to the point.
“And?”
“I’m holding a flash drive that contains videos and photographs, some of which are of my niece. And they aren’t exactly G-rated.”
Gabriel sat down on the edge of the bed.
“You told me you got everything,” he growled.
“Thought I did. The girl must have had a backup hidden somewhere. She tried to send it to Andrew Sampson at The Washington Post.”
“Then fix it. This is your problem.”
“Know that. Just called to discuss the play.”
Gabriel’s eyes darted to Julia’s.
What’s going on? she mouthed.
He held up a single finger, indicating that she should wait.
“What do you suggest?”
“The girl is angry with her boyfriend because he dumped her to marry someone else. She wants to embarrass him and his father. I say we help
her. I’ll copy everything having to do with the girl and her boyfriend to a new flash drive and send it.”
“Isn’t that risky?”
“It implicates them and keeps my niece out of it.”
Gabriel looked at Julianne—at the way her eyebrows were knitted together, a wrinkle forming in between them.
“Your niece is here. Let me speak to her about it and I’ll call you back.”
“I don’t have a lot of time.”
“I’m not making this decision for her.” Gabriel disconnected the call, tossing the phone on the bed.
He scrubbed his face with his hands.
Julia moved closer. “What’s going on? Why is Jack calling you?”
“Apparently Natalie had a flash drive of photos and videos hidden somewhere. She tried to Fed Ex it to The Washington Post.”
“What?” Julia screeched. “It’s going to be on the Internet. It’s going to be in the newspapers. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
She buried her face in her hands and began rocking back and forth.
Gabriel reached out to touch her shoulder. “Not so fast. Jack intercepted it. He wants to know what he should do with it.”
Julia dropped her hands. “Tell him to destroy it. Ask him to find all the copies and destroy them, too.”
“Are you sure? He can delete the photos involving you and send the rest. They’d get what they deserve.”
Julia pulled the sheet up to her chin.
“I don’t want revenge.”
Gabriel’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Why the hell not?”
“Because I’ve moved on. I rarely think of them and I want to keep it that way. I don’t want to watch their lives implode and know that I’m responsible.”
“You wouldn’t be responsible. They’re the ones responsible.”
“I’m accountable for my actions.” Julianne’s voice grew steely. “I don’t understand why Natalie is doing this now, after you and Jack sorted her out.”
“Simon is marrying someone else.”
Julia’s eyes grew round. “What?”
“I expect Natalie is hoping his fiancée will leave him if his past is exposed.”
Julia seemed shocked. “He finally dumped her. I would have thought he’d keep her on the side, but perhaps his father told him to cut her loose.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me. The election is next year.”
“Now there’s a wedding.” Julia shook her head. “Nothing like a little matrimonial window dressing to make the campaign appear more family friendly. I just wish Natalie would leave me out of it.”
“You’re in it. At least for now.” Gabriel’s mouth settled into a grim line. “I think it’s safe to say that Jack will be paying Natalie and her apartment another visit. What do you want me to tell him about the flash drive?”
“Ask him to destroy everything.”
Gabriel huffed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair.
“They don’t deserve your mercy.”
“His fiancée does, whoever she is. She’ll be humiliated.”
“She’s a stupid girl if she’s involved with him.”
Julia winced.
“I was a stupid girl once.” Her voice was so soft, Gabriel had to strain to hear her.
“You weren’t stupid; you were manipulated. Come on, don’t you want them to suffer?”
“Not this way.”
He rose to his feet, placing his hands on his hips.
“I do! Think about what he did to you. Think about what she did. They made you suffer for years. They nearly destroyed you!”
“But they didn’t,” she said quietly, to his retreating back.
He walked toward the window and moved the curtains, staring out over Central Park.
“I broke his jaw, and it still didn’t give me satisfaction.” Gabriel examined the bare, snow-covered branches of the trees. “I wanted to kill him.”
“You acted in self-defense. If you hadn’t come to my rescue . . .” She shuddered in remembrance of the day she was almost raped. “But what you’re asking me to do isn’t self-defense.”
He glanced at her over his shoulder. “No. It’s justice.”
“We spoke once, about mercy seasoning justice. We spoke about penance and forgiveness.”
“This is different.”
“That’s right. Because even though I could demand justice, in this case, I decline. To quote one of our favorite novels, to God I respectfully return the ticket.”
Gabriel snorted. “You’re misquoting Dostoyevsky for your own Franciscan purposes.”
Julia smiled at his indignation.
“I know you’re angry with me for not wanting to punish them. But, darling, think of his mother. She was kind to me. This will kill her.”
Gabriel didn’t take his eyes from the trees.
“You threatened to go to the press yourself.”
“To tell them the truth, not to share the pictures. And only if Natalie gave me no other choice.”
Gabriel’s right hand formed a fist, which he brought to rest against the window, resisting the urge to punch through the glass.
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair that someone as sweet as Julianne was neglected by her mother and father and left to a cruel and manipulative boyfriend.
It wasn’t fair that Suzanne Emerson was left to cling to the scraps her lover fed her, while he lavished love on his family.
It wasn’t fair that Grace and Maia died while others lived.
It wasn’t fair that Tom and Diane were expecting a baby with a damaged heart.
No, the universe wasn’t fair. And if that weren’t lamentable enough, when the opportunities came for justice, Franciscans like Julianne turned the other cheek and spoke of mercy.
Damn.
He closed his eyes.
She’d turned the other cheek to him.
As had Grace.
As had Maia.
With a deep sigh, he focused his attention on Assisi and what had happened to him when he visited the crypt. God had met him there, but not with justice. With mercy.
“Call your uncle.”
“Gabriel, I—”
He opened his eyes and unclenched his fist but didn’t turn around.
“Just call him. Tell him what you want him to do.”
Julianne tugged the sheet free, winding it around her petite frame. She went to him, bringing her front to his back.
“You want to protect me. You want justice. I love you for that.”
“I still wish I’d killed him.”
“You have.” She pressed her cheek against his shoulder blade.
His muscles tensed. “How so?”
“You love me, you’re kind to me, and you treat me with respect. The longer I’m with you, the more everything having to do with him seems like a bad dream. So in many ways, you have killed him. You’ve killed his memory. Thank you, Gabriel.”
Gabriel closed his eyes as a great wave of love and something he couldn’t quite name washed over him.
Julia kissed his shoulders and went to call her uncle.
Chapter Sixty-two
That evening, Julia and Gabriel dined at Kelly’s Manhattan apartment with her husband, Jonathan, and their daughters, Andrea and Meredith.
Julia felt welcomed by Gabriel’s family. By the end of the evening, they were visiting like old friends rather than strangers.
Kelly gave Gabriel a pair of cuff links and an old Brooklyn Dodgers cap that had belonged to their father, along with several books that had been written by their grandfather.
Gabriel gave Kelly the knowledge that the train engine he had, was, in fact, their father’s. He’d carved the initials “O.S.” into it as a boy, when his name had been Othniel Spiegel.
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p; The Emersons invited the Schultzes to visit in Cambridge or Selinsgrove, and there was talk of a joint holiday in the Hamptons the following summer. Kelly made sure that Gabriel promised to attend the next meeting of the Rabbi Benjamin Spiegel Foundation. She was looking forward to introducing her brother to the cousins.
Back at the Ritz before bedtime, Julia checked her email. She was wearing the Dodgers cap, since it was almost too small for Gabriel’s head.
(A fact she pointed out with no little amusement.)
She stared at her laptop screen from behind her tortoiseshell glasses.
“Scheisse.”
“I really need to start teaching you to curse in a different language. I’ve heard that Farsi has some particularly colorful expletives.” Gabriel smirked as he walked toward her, clad in a plush hotel bathrobe.
“I’m not sure Farsi could capture what I feel when I look at this.” Julia pointed to the screen.
Gabriel picked up his glasses and put them on. He gazed at the scanned black-and-white engagement photo, recognizing Simon Talbot immediately.
He resisted the urge to curse. “Who’s the woman?”
“Do you know Senator Hudson from North Carolina? That’s his daughter. She’s a senior at Duke.”
Gabriel and Julianne exchanged a look.
“Her family is very conservative. How did she end up with him?” Gabriel sounded contemptuous.
“I have no idea. But I can understand why Natalie is upset. Simon dumped her for the Jacqueline Bouvier of fiancées. Look at her.”
“Who sent you the photo?”
“Rachel. It was published in The Philadelphia Inquirer.”
Julia turned back to her laptop, gazing sadly at the photograph of the smiling couple.
“I feel sorry for her. She has no idea what she’s getting into.”
“Perhaps she does but doesn’t care.” Gabriel tugged on the brim of her ball cap. “This looks good on you. I didn’t take you for a Dodgers fan.”
She grinned. “I’m embracing your Brooklyn heritage.”
The next day, Julianne finished her seminar paper while Gabriel attended to business, researching his grandfather in the Columbia University archives. That afternoon, they joined Kelly and Jonathan in paying a visit to Aunt Sarah at a nursing home in Queens.
After an evening spent shopping and then dining at the Russian Tea Room, they returned to the hotel. The room was bathed in candlelight as Julia moved atop him. Her hands rested on his chest, stroking him.