The Things We Do for Love

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  She touched his cheek in wonder. Perhaps this was how women felt when their men came home from war. Sad somehow, and yet more in love than theyd thought possible. "Love me," she whispered.

  "I tried not to. It didnt work," he said, pulling her into his arms.

  Much later, when Angie could breathe evenly again and the trembling in her body had stilled, she rolled out of bed and went in search of her robe. "Will you come to Mamas with us?"

  He grinned. "That would certainly start up the old rumor mill. "

  "Please?"

  "Where else would I be on Christmas morning?"

  Angie laughed out loud. That was how good she felt. "Get dressed. Were already late. " Finding her robe, she slipped into it and went down the hall to Laurens room. She expected to find the girl dressed and awake, chomping at the bit to open presents, but she was sound asleep.

  Angie went to the bed and sat down. "Wake up, honey," she said, brushing the hair from her eyes.

  Lauren blinked awake. "Morning," she murmured.

  "Get up, sleepyhead. Its Christmas. "

  "Oh. Yeah. " Her eyes slid shut again.

  Angie frowned. What kid didnt jackknife out of bed on Christmas morning?

  The answer came fast on the questions heels: a kid who wasnt used to much of a Christmas. She couldnt help thinking of the apartment building . . . of the woman--mother--whod walked away without a word.

  She leaned down to kiss Laurens head. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty. We have to be at Mamas in fifteen minutes. We open presents early in this family. "

  Lauren threw the covers back and ran for the bathroom. They both knew there would be lukewarm water for the second shower and only cold water for the poor third-place loser.

  Angie returned to her bedroom. She found Conlan dressed in her fathers old plaid bathrobe, standing by the window. He was holding a small silver-wrapped box. Theyd always had their private Christmas before going to Mamas, but she hadnt expected him this year.

  "You got me a present? I didnt--"

  He came toward her, gave her the box. "Its just a little something. "

  She peeled the foil paper off and opened the white box. Inside lay a beautiful handblown Christmas ornament. A silvery angel with crystal highlights and impossibly faceted wings.

  "I found it in Russia last month, when I was interviewing Svetlaska. "

  She stared down at the beautiful angel that fit in the palm of her hand, remembering another Christmas morning, so many years ago. Its because Im always thinking of you, hed said, giving her a small wooden shoe ornament hed bought in Holland. It had been the start of a collection. A tradition. Finally, she looked up at him. "You bought this last month?"

  "I missed you," he said quietly.

  She went to the dresser then, pulled open the top drawer, and dug through her underwear. When she turned back to Conlan, she was holding a small blue velvet box. "I have a present for you, too," she said moving toward him.

  They both knew what it was.

  He took it from her, snapped it open.

  Her wedding ring was inside. The diamond sparkled against the dark velvet. She wondered if he, too, was remembering the day they picked it out. Two kids in love, going from store to store, holding hands, believing in forever with all their hearts.

  "Youre giving this back to me?" he said.

  She smiled. "I figure youll know what to do with it sooner or later. "

  ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE.

  Miracle on 34th Street.

  A Christmas Story.

  For most of her life, Lauren had watched those famous holiday movies, and dozens of others, and thought: Yeah, right. Perfectly shaped Christmas trees dressed in thousands of lights, wrapped in garland and covered in hand-chosen, heirloom ornaments. Evergreen boughs that draped fireplace mantels and coiled up banisters.

  It wasnt real, she would have said. It wasnt Christmas the way ordinary children saw it.

  Then she walked through the wreath-decorated De-Saria front door and found herself in wonderland. There were decorations everywhere, on every table and windowsill and picture frame. Tiny glass reindeer and porcelain snowmen and brass sleighs full of brightly colored balls. The tree in the corner of the room was huge and so clustered with ornaments you could barely see the green of branches. A beautiful white star glittered at the top, its tip just touching the ceiling.

  And the presents.

  Lauren had never seen so many gifts in one room. She turned to Conlan. "Wow" was all she could say. She couldnt wait to call David tonight and describe it to him. She wouldnt leave out a single detail.

  "That was my thought the first time I came for Christmas," Conlan said, smiling. "My dad used to give my mom a toaster for Christmas and not bother to wrap it. "

  Lauren could relate to that kind of holiday.

  Angie came up beside them. "Its grotesque, I know. Wait till you see us eat. Were like piranha. " She looped an arm around Lauren. "Come into the kitchen. Thats where the real action is. " She grinned at Conlan. "This should be good. "

  It took them almost half an hour to move through the living room. Every person, young or old, who saw Conlan screamed, jumped up from their seat, and tackled him. It was like being with a rock star. Lauren clung to Angies hand and let herself be guided through the crowd. By the time she reached the kitchen, she was light-headed. At the doorway, they paused.

  Maria was at the breakfast table, cutting out cookies from a sheet of green dough. Mira was arranging olives and sliced carrots onto an ornate crystal tray. Livvy was pouring a creamy white mixture into a pie shell.

  "Youre late," Maria said, barely looking up. "Three miles away and still youre late. "

  Conlan stepped into the room. "Its my fault, Maria. I kept your girl up late last night. "

  The women all shrieked at once and threw their hands into the air, running toward Conlan for hugs and kisses.

  "They all love Con," Angie said to Lauren, stepping aside to let her sisters swarm him.

  When they were finally done kissing and hugging and interrogating Conlan and Angie, the women went back to cooking. Lauren learned to cut radishes into roses and make gravy and arrange antipasti on a tray.

  Then the kids started running into the room, pulling on Marias sleeve, begging to open presents.

  "All right," Maria finally said, wiping the flour from her hands. "It is time. "

  Angie took Laurens arm and led her into the living room, where people were sitting on every available surface--chairs, sofa, footstools, hearth, floor.

  The kids gathered around the tree, picking through the gifts, handing them out to the people scattered throughout the room.

  Lauren excused herself and left the house, quietly closing the door behind her. She hurried out to the car and retrieved the one present shed brought. Holding it close to her chest, she returned into the warm, cinnamonyscented house, and sat down beside Angie on the hearth.

  Little Dani came up to her, offered her a gift.

  "Oh, thats not for me," Lauren said. "Here, let me help you read--"

  Angie touched her thigh. "Its for you. "

  Lauren didnt know what to say. She mumbled, "Thank you," and placed the gift gingerly on her lap. She couldnt help touching it, gliding her fingers across the sleek, foiled paper.

  Then came another gift for her, and another. From Maria. From Livvy, from Mira.

  Lauren had never had so many presents. She turned to Angie, whispered, "I didnt know. I didnt get gifts for--"

  "Its not a competitive sport, honey. My family remembered you when they were shopping. Thats all. "

  Conlan picked his way across the melee of children in the middle of the room and sat down on Laurens other side. She scooted toward Angie to make room. "Kinda overwhelming, isnt it?" he said.

  Lauren laughed shakily. "Totally. "

  "Thats all of em, Nana," one of the kids yelled, and that was all it took. Everyone started opening their g
ifts. The sound of ripping paper was as loud as a chainsaw. People and children squealed with delight and jumped up to kiss one another.

  Lauren bent down and picked up a present from her pile. It was from Mira, Vince, and the kids.

  She was almost afraid to open it. Then the moment would be over. She ripped the paper along the seam and carefully folded it back up for reuse. She looked up quickly to see if anyone was watching her. Thankfully, everyone was busy with their own presents. She lifted the white box top. Inside lay a beautiful hand-embroidered peasant-style blouse. It would work as maternity wear.

  The thought of it squeezed her heart. She looked up, across the room, but Mira and Vince were busy with their own gifts. Next, she opened a silver link bracelet from Livvy and her family. From Maria she received a cookbook. Her last gift was a gorgeous hand-tooled leather journal from Angie. The inscription read:

  To my dear Lauren:

  The newest member of our family.

  Welcome.

  Love,

  Angie

  She was staring at the inscription when Angie gasped beside her. "Oh, my. "

  Lauren looked to her left.

  Angie had opened the gift Lauren had brought. It was a plain oak frame, seventeen inches by twenty, with ivory matting that had cutouts of different sizes for pictures. Lauren had chosen photographs from the box for most of the openings. A few held color shots shed taken at Thanksgiving with her disposable camera.

  Angies forefinger traced the glass over the picture of her and her father. In it, Angie wore flowered bell-bottoms and a tight V-neck sweater with multicolored horizontal stripes. She was sitting on her fathers lap, obviously telling him a story. The photographer had caught him laughing.

  "Where did you find these pictures?" Angie said.

  "Theyre copies. The originals are still in the box. "

  The room seemed to go silent by degrees. One conversation stopped, then another and another. Lauren felt everyone looking at her.

  Maria was the first to rise and cross the room. She knelt in front of Angie, took the picture into her own lap, and stared down at it. When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. "This is our trip to Yellowstone . . . and our twenty-fifth anniversary party. Where did you find these?"

  "They were in a box under my bed. At the cottage. Im sorry. I shouldnt have--"

  Maria pulled Lauren into a tight hug. "Thank you. " When she drew back, she was smiling brightly, even as tears streamed down her face. "This brings my Tony back to me for Christmas. It is the best gift. You will bring the photographs to me tomorrow, yes?"

  "Of course. " Laurens smile seemed to be taking over her face. She couldnt rein it in. She was still grinning when Maria left and Angie squeezed her hand, saying, "This is beautiful. Thank you. "

  CHRISTMAS DINNER AT THE DESARIA HOUSE WAS slightly quieter than a Mariners home game, but not much. There were three tables set up. Two in the living room with four chairs each and the one in the dining room that held sixteen people jammed together. One table was for the little kids and one was for the teenagers, whose job it was to look after the little kids. This was a job that was handled poorly most of the time. You couldnt take more than a few bites before someone big came in tattling on someone small, or vice versa. Of course, no one paid much attention to either and by the time the third bottle of wine had been finished, the children knew it was pointless to come into the dining room. The grown-ups were simply having too much fun.