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"I've never met them."
"And for good reason." Taddy stalked over to the TV and punched the off switch. "Let's let Birdie sleep." Before leaving, she pulled the plush covers snug around Birdie.
The next day Taddy called Birdie and offered to hire a nurse for around-the-clock care. Birdie declined and argued she was ready to see her husband in heaven. Taddy didn't know if Birdie was being dramatic or if she should be taken seriously. She put another call in to Dr. Fa.s.senbender.
He disregarded Birdie's images and disease claims as nothing but a skin irritation.
Resisting the urge not to get sucked into Easton drama, she figured Birdie would be fine. Maybe it was denial. Maybe it was hope. Either way she didn't want to get involved. The only thing to do was to wait and see what Birdie did next.
"Screw me, Brayden Brooks," she chanted per usual at seven a.m. mid-week, pre-Christmas, about a week prior to her sunny jaunt to Algarve with Lex. Taddy exercised on her elliptical. The private Gilad sessions gave her a.s.s a new tighter, higher, younger shape, although he had yet to f.u.c.k her. Gilad held out for Taddy to purchase a twenty-session package. Taddy told him the package that interested her came from his pants and should take one session, not several. There was no desire to see the same man twenty times for anything, including s.e.x, so Taddy crossed Gilad off her men-to-screw list. f.u.c.k that! She wasn't about to pay for s.e.x from her Pilates instructor.
She'd hit the thousand-calories-burned mark strutting on the exercise equipment. Endorphins flew. The tangy ammonia hint soared from her pores, a sign she could eat whatever carbohydrates she wanted. She'd earned it. Jamming to "Honey Hive Filled Love" sung by Waris Sugar, Taddy sang the lyrics to herself: I'm pullin' my Victoria Secrets down A-ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby You're slickin' your d.i.c.k up A-ooh aah aah, A-ooh aah aah I'm gettin' my honey hive filled A-aah mmm, A-aah mmm Taddy knew women o.r.g.a.s.med while doing intense cardio. They didn't come like a geyser, rather with mini-climaxes. Natural to her, she came too when endorphins flew. So frequent in fact, she did the elliptical alone, unless with Lex who remained oblivious. When she pushed her body hard enough, closed her eyes, let the song take over and Brayden Brooks danced in her mind's eye-she'd come. Pilates with Gilad didn't compare to this exhilaration, let alone the Brayden Brooks fantasy.
Utilizing this morning's workout as she did any other-watching her recorded Brayden Brooks games on ESPN in slow motion-she pretended her beloved NFL athlete trained right by her side as sung in the song, "Honey Hive Filled Love".
She hit "play" and "repeat" and "pause" with her remote. Brayden running. That's it, baby. Brayden tackling. Go, baby. Brayden scoring a touchdown. Oh yes, baby. She wondered if he'd e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e in her mouth. In return, would he gaze intently into her eyes when he came? It was her strongest desire.
When Blake and the executive staff didn't come in to start their day-perhaps too hung over from the press launch the night priorshe stepped faster. Taddy moved her hips harder, and with no reservations, she slipped her right hand down her Lululemon pants. For a few minutes, she s.e.xed on with Brayden Brooks-in her head. Scissoring her legs back and forth, she'd set the endurance level at 10, speed set at 20, pumping at 40, heart rate at 120. She rubbed herself, and for the next fifteen or so seconds she...
Ooooh f.u.c.king-f.u.c.k me, Brayden Brooks. Come on. Shove your nice, juicy d.i.c.k into my Taddy-lic-icous-kitty. She envisioned him spreading her legs and lower lips apart with his football-playing hands. Tap my c.l.i.t, baby. That's it, honey. Harder, right here, love it, ah-huh... Images of his mushroom head sliding deep inside filled her mind. You like that tight pink little nub, don't cha? Oh you are g-g-g-good. Keep going, get in there. Now...now...now...like that...tap my p.u.s.s.y, baby. She shoved her hand down farther, fingers in deeper, imagining taking Brayden's c.o.c.k inside her. With her acrylic nails, she flicked her c.l.i.toris. A chill went through her. You wanna come in my mouth, Big Daddy. Come on. She came hard enough to start the day with a smile. No Baden Cosmetics rouge on her cheeks required.
Finished pleasuring herself, she reached for her favorite industry trade journal to get her mind off her v.u.l.v.a's needs and onto her workday ahead. On page sixty-nine, no less, she found a full-blown advertis.e.m.e.nt announcing a farewell to a living icon from the music industry.
WTF?.
Birdie Easton's pre-obituary letter. She'd never seen such a thing. Birdie was going through with this. Was this for real? Had Taddy underestimated the illness?
"Kiki!" she screamed from her exercise machine, hoping her Miss Goody Two-shoes had come in early. "Kiki, get in here!"
The pitter-patter from Kiki's Michael Kors Vail patent leather d'orsay wedges tapped the marble floors. "Coming, Miss Brill."
"HELPPP." Motionless atop the exercise equipment, disbelief gripped her core. She held the paper with both hands, moisture between her legs. Brayden's image paused on the screen with Waris Sugar rapping into her headset.
"What is it?" Kiki asked with a short breath. "What's going on here?"
She threw the periodical in Kiki's direction, ripping the earbuds out and wiping her wet body down with a towel. "Did you see this?"
Perplexed, Kiki collected the damp pages from the floor and glared at page sixty-nine. "Oh my goodness." Kiki's usually saucer-sized eyes enlarged to soup bowls. "Poor Birdie."
"Cancel Portugal!"
Kiki's hands started shaking.
Taddy climbed off the elliptical and braced Kiki's narrow shoulders. "Do me a favor."
"Anything, Miss Brill."
"Track down an expert on StevensJohnson syndrome." Taddy squeezed Kiki's shoulders tighter. She hated to say this for Lex's sake. "We don't have much time. I want you to find the best doctor in the world, you hear me?"
Her a.s.sistant nodded, sinking in her pumps. "Does Birdie have health insurance?" Kiki asked.
Kiki's uprightness annoyed Taddy at times. "Lex and Birdie are broke." She pushed down onto her a.s.sistant's pet.i.te body.
"What about Eddie's estate?" Kiki's voice echoed confusion, shoulders collapsing.
"Rocker Easton left them with no will." Her nails dug into Kiki's skin. She'd never spoken ill about the Eastons to anyone, in particular a Brill, Inc. employee, but Taddy seethed on, "Everything that legend earned, Eddie intravenously shot into his veins."
Eddie's manager-and Birdie's-Jasper Records retained the catalog rights to his songs. An agreement he'd signed off on before his death to pay his debts.
"Ouch! Miss Brill." Kiki broke from her boss's embrace, rubbing her apparently sore arms. She inched for the door.
"Book it under my credit card. Lex is like a sister to me. I'll pay for the medical fees."
"One hour and I'll have some answers for you."
Embarra.s.sed that she'd mauled her a.s.sistant, Taddy folded her arms and called her back. "And, Kiki..."
"Yes, Miss Brill?" Kiki stared down at her boss's nails.
"I didn't mean that c.r.a.p about Eddie." She pulled her damp hair from her face and noticed her hands trembling. "I'm upset is all."
Her a.s.sistant looked into her eyes. She stepped forward maybe to extend a hug.
"Thank you for your a.s.sistance. I'll let you get on with your day." Taddy didn't embrace or cuddle her staff so she shooed her away.
The second Kiki closed the door, Taddy dropped to the floor. I knew I should have taken Birdie to the hospital when this all started. s.h.i.+t. Taddy was the one in the group who always got everything done. Sitting on the sidelines to watch how this played out wasn't in her nature. She was p.i.s.sed at herself for even trying.
If Lex lost her mother and father both within a two-year period, she'd break. Taddy would do whatever was needed for Birdie to get through this. Yes, Birdie breathed crazy, but in the very end, Lex's mother wasn't a bad person, at least not intentionally. A drug addict and a scatterbrain-all influenced by the celebrity Eddie Easton's doing. She loved her man more than herself or her child. However, on those rare days when Birdie sobered up, she adored Lex and even Taddy at times-in her own way. More than Countess Irma Brillford ever did.
Chapter Four.
Mud Mask Wishes with Auntie m.u.f.fie December 23 Vancouver, Canada No doubt Kiki had tracked down the best medical expert possible. She called New York University's medical center, which patched her through to the US Department of Health and Human Services. The physician's a.s.sistant referred her to an article published in the American Journal of Health-System Pharmacy, and she contacted the expert quoted at the Mayo Clinic. The clinic then suggested Dr. Rothman in Canada.
Confident they'd get some answers, Taddy secured an appointment the very next day for Birdie and Lex to meet Dr. Rothman at Concord Van General Hospital in Vancouver, Canada. They flew out that night for the West Coast.
A mess over Birdie's diagnosis possibilities, Lex didn't speak.
Taddy put herself up at a hotel down the street. She gave the troubled mother-daughter duo enough privacy to mourn, but remained available in case the worst proved yet to come. She'd spent bleaker Christmases by herself. This was nothing. Alone in a hotel room watching A Christmas Story on cable wasn't h.e.l.l. If the TV played Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, Taddy might feel otherwise.
Covering her body in a Baden Cosmetics moor mud mask, Taddy opened a detox drink she'd agreed to test market. The Baden Cosmetics beverage can sat on the table waiting for her feedback. Not yet FDA approved, the product's formula was still being tweaked. She remained brave for client adventures. Taking a sip, Taddy worked on her New Year's goals for Brill, Inc. Her strategy next year involved supersizing her firm for global domination.
She wished Vive had come with them. Vive's ability to deflect one's negative thoughts during times such as this with her irreverence would be refres.h.i.+ng right about now.
Fear and sadness came over Taddy. She struggled with a rare urge to call her parents. That video in Birdie's room reminded her of what her parents had looked like. Taddy had tried so hard to forget. This sentiment-to belong to something, to someone-came each Christmas. It was hard not to hear their voices. Irma could capture anyone's attention with her society gossip and snide jokes. And the interest her father had always shown in what she read and thought about the world around her still kept Taddy on her toes with current events. They were happy memories, few, but ones she elected to keep with her.
So much time had pa.s.sed and still no word. She'd written countless letters telling them off, but had never mailed them. Wasn't Taddy good enough to be their daughter? Mental health doctors prescribed her the latest happy pills on the market to help her through the pain. From Ativan to Zoloft, nothing worked. A few years ago, Taddy made peace with not having a relations.h.i.+p with her folks. No one would be okay with abandonment. It didn't feel natural. However, to breathe, to walk, to not crumble, she knew no other choice. The gaping hole in her heart remained.
She picked up the phone and dialed her Aunt m.u.f.fie, who answered on the third ring and greeted with, "Happy Holidays." Taddy inhaled a sharp breath, preventing a tear. Why does your voice always make me cry? Because you sound just like Mom. "Merry Christmas."
"How is my favorite niece?"
"Auntie m.u.f.fie, you only have one niece-me." Taddy laughed for a second then remembered the circ.u.mstances that had brought her to Canada. She filled her aunt in on Birdie.
"I heard about Birdie while lunching at the Colony Club last week. I haven't seen her around town lately."
When Taddy and Lex were younger, Birdie had befriended Aunt m.u.f.fie through her longstanding a.s.sociation with Countess Irma. When she and Lex went off to the Avon Porter Academy, Birdie stopped talking to Irma and m.u.f.fie. She never gave her a reason and Taddy didn't pry, however Birdie made it obvious she wanted nothing to do with the Brillfords. Birdie kept up a good face of h.e.l.los but that was about it.
"Yup, Lex's mom is sick."
"I'm sorry to hear you're stuck with her for Christmas, dear. But that's very much like you, Tabitha Adelaide."
"What do you mean?"
"You'd do anything for Lex, you always would. You gave her and Birdie the start-up capital to get Easton Essentials off the ground." Her aunt coughed and then divulged, "You may not have much for parents. Thank heavens you have Lex for friends.h.i.+p."
"Right." No argument there.
"Have you heard from your mother this holiday?"
"Nope. I don't know if she even has my number."
"Irma has your cell. I've given her your number on many occasions." m.u.f.fie cursed a few words before offering, "Sorry, I didn't mean-"
"It's okay, Auntie."
"Maybe your a.s.sistant at your office has spoken with them. It's possible they've called there. No?" m.u.f.fie's voice rose an octave. She was always so hopeful for a reunion.
"No."
Dead silence between them. Taddy fisted her right hand. Her aunt pressed on with the usual denial.
"What about your father, has he-"
Stop, Auntie m.u.f.fie. "Please don't."
"My dear Tabitha Adelaide, I'm sorry. We won't bring it up again. I don't know what to say or do over it. Every holiday I hope for the best."
"Me too." She hated to admit it, but she'd give anything to see them again.
"You have every right to those feelings about my sister and the swine she married." m.u.f.fie knew the truth about her parents. Her dad had made her mom choose. Taddy and a divorce, or stay married and denounce their child. By blood, Taddy wasn't her father's daughter. Joseph Graf won and the choice was made. Aunt m.u.f.fie did her best to be there for Taddy. Although Taddy's natural instincts kept anyone related to her mother away.
Her cell phone chimed with an incoming call. Her screen flashed, "Viveca Farnworth".
"I have to go, Auntie."
"Be a dear and call me if Birdie gets worse. We must make arrangements." That meant funeral. "Your mother and I have known Mrs. Easton longer than anyone else in this town."
"Yes, I will see you soon. I-love you." Taddy clicked over, not waiting for her to respond. She knew better. Aunt m.u.f.fie never stated, "I love you too." Love didn't exist in the Brillford vocabulary.
"Vive, thank G.o.d you called."
"I just hung up with Lex. I feel so guilty spending Christmas in Anguilla while you two are in Canada."
"Stop. Enjoy the time with your family."
"Have you called home?" Vive slurped loudly into the phone.
"What are you drinking?"
"A pina colada with an extra rum floater on the top." She made a licking lips sound into the phone and sa.s.sed, "Don't change the topic. Answer my question." Vive m.u.f.fled the phone, asking whomever for a refill.
Lex had been the first to suggest to Taddy that perhaps Vive had a substance abuse problem. More specifically, diet pill addiction. Taddy had booked her at a facility in Malibu. No one knew, not even her parents, until Los Angeles paparazzi broke the story. Vive's parents owned Farnworth's Firewater, an aperitif meets schnapps with an eighty percent proof. To have the daughter of a liquor fortune go into treatment for anything, in particular drugs and alcohol, was salacious. Farnworth's number-one rival was Jagermeister. Her family questioned if they'd leaked the story to the press.
Regardless, when Vive returned to New York from rehab, she kept on drinking. Her parents hailed from the vodka belt and drank more booze than water, so Vive came by it naturally. At least she'd quit the pills. It was a start.
"I've spoken to Lex, Auntie m.u.f.fie and now you today. You ladies are my home." Taddy's throat grew tight. Family topics made her queasy.
"Gotcha, girlie." Vive burped. "Screw Christmas. Let's talk about next week. Debauchery is slated to cosponsor a New Year's Eve party on South Beach with Farnworth's Firewater, but I'm backing out."
"Why?"
"SoBe parties are aspirational. No real movers and shakers for my magazine's image." Vive laughed. "Not enough for me to be seen on Lincoln Road. You get what I'm sayin'?"
"That's Miami, darling." She reached over and took a sip from the detox beverage and made a face. It was too d.a.m.n grainy and bitter. Baden executives, this isn't going to sell.
"I'm staying in Anguilla with my brother and his dippy wife. If everything turns out okay with Birdie-and it will-do you and Lex wanna jet down?"
"Oh I'd love to. But I don't want to get my hopes up." Hope and Christmas didn't go together for her. Taddy hoped to have heard from her parents. Fooled again. Taddy hoped she could go a year without Birdie drama. She didn't come close. Her dream to spend this week in the warm sun, topless and admiring hot male bodies who in return admired her-s.h.i.+t, Taddy didn't score that either. Canada? I still don't flippin' believe this.
"Understandable. My folks have their pilot on standby to fly back to New York if Birdie...you know."
"I see..." Taddy noticed for the first time Vive, the fastest mouth in Manhattan, had fallen silent. She did too. Dumbfounded over their loss for what to say next, she ended their talk with, "Call you tomorrow, honey."
Taddy hung up. Then she finished the Baden Cosmetics detox beverage. It tasted as close to s.h.i.+t as she ever wanted to come. She showered the mud off her body. Once in bed she tried to sleep. Nightmares about being abandoned woke her at midnight, again at three and five a.m. Just when she dozed off the phone rang.
"h.e.l.lo?"
"Taddy, I'm dying," Birdie cried.