"I am not going to say that about her," Edward said, wanting to choose his words carefully. "I'm sure they'll work it out. It's an unusual match, those two, because they're so very different from each other, but they chose it themselves. So I'm sure they'll figure it out."
Angus and Marcus sat in the dining room, and they ate quietly. Marcus knew Angus was in need for some peace and quiet, and without anyone else knowing they were here or in the house, there was no one to disturb him. Nor did Marcus get the feeling Angus wanted anyone to know where he was.
"You alright, Mate?" Marcus asked him.
"I will be," Angus said. "Thanks. I'm actually glad you're here. There's no point in continuing to try to work things out when I'm not sure she's hearing me. She immediately jumps to thinking that I'm either saying or thinking horrendous things about her that she stops listening and starts defending and making decisions by herself about us that affect both of us, and I am so sick of that. I just needed to make it all stop for a bit. We didn't accomplish a damned thing."
"That damned anxiety of hers kicked in and she missed your two key points, I think," Marcus replied. "What I heard from you were two things. First, you wanted her to simply ask, next time, if she needs to leave the baby for a period of time, for someone to take care of her so that someone knows to assume the task when she's not there, if you're not caring for her. No one is going to just presume that its their job to step in and take care of someone else's child. She needed to ask and she didn't."
"Correct. That was precisely the point."
"And, second, you wanted her to know that when the two of you have guests at your home and one of you is ill and not able to host, when the second one walks out on the guests, that's generally taken as a sign that the event is over and the guests are supposed to leave. It's sometimes understood, and at other times that behavior from a host is taken as rudeness. Either way, your guests won't feel welcome and they'll leave. She does not understand that her behavior directly caused Evan believe you two had relationship problems and he needed to take his family and go home, and she still doesn't get it."
"And won't. Won't ever get it."
"And so what are your options?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "right now, I don't see her as being able to participate in a solution because she doesn't recognize a problem. I see it as being far more of a need for me to figure out a resolution. As I see it, I can either stop having entertaining or I can just make sure that if I want to include others at a meal or something that I do it elsewhere--like at Edwards or at the main house or someplace else other than our house."
"What would that prove?"
"Nothing," Angus sighed, feeling hopeless and dead ended. "You're right. the location isn't the problem."
"Because it isn't. It's a fine house. It wasn't an arranged party. It was a fight, and your family supported you like they always do."
"She's got some nerve, you know. Accusing me of running off when it was her running off and leaving everyone standing there and leaving the baby without anyone assuming care for her that caused all the problems. Her one action caused all kinds of problems. I was just starting to make some sort of relationship with my brother, after a lifetime of having a gap with my family, and then they felt chased off. I don't have any way of knowing if that chance will ever come about again."
"What is it you want from her? An apology perhaps?"
"No. Those are just words. I don't care about that. I want to see her not repeating those mistakes. And I do think it was just a mistake with multiple consequences. I don't need a freaking apology. Even if she was upset with you, leaving the room and not coming back was a crappy decision. I don't want her to do it again. Period. That's all."
"Then, at some point, when she stops the fricking panicking, maybe you can say that to her."
"No. That won't happen. Sometimes she really needs to think she wins, and I don't think it should be about winning or losing. I'm not insisting on winning. She's normally a sensible person. I only want her to see that there might have been a far better way to handle that."
"Well, maybe she needs to start working with Jeffrey again or something," Marcus said. "She had great intentions of it, and it just fell off for her. Maybe i she could get past the anxiety, she wouldn't need to feel like she's being attacked. I don't know."
"Maybe, but I'm not the person to bring that up to her. That has to be her choice, not mine. She knows if he helps her or not. I don't have a clue about it. I only know how much it helped the staff members who have seen him."
"Are you even going to tell her how it frightened you that no one was taking care of the baby? Or how much it shook you that her behavior might have closed the door between you and Evan again?"
"Absolutely not," he said quietly but firmly.
"Why?"
"I won't be that vulnerable to her right now. She prefers it when I keep my opinions to myself, I think, and when I just do the things that she can't or won't do. Right now I just need peace in the house for the kids. The hell with the rest of it. That just doesn't matter."
"I see. So, this was about getting your head straight. Okay. Makes sense. So then, what are you plans for the afternoon? Is there anything you need to do for Cora?"
"Screw Cora. I'm getting past thinking I need to try to mend things for people that can't stand me. If nobody claims her, I guess she'll just rot wherever Edward put her. Maybe I should do something, but I'm not going to, not unless Edward suggests that I should," he said. "Right now, what I really want is a cigarette and a shot of firewhiskey and some peace and quiet."
"And that all sounds doable to me," Marcus said, laying down Angus's cigarettes on the table in front of him. He went over and poured two glasses of firewhiskey and set one beside the cigarettes. Then Marcus lit a cigarette for himself and sat back down to enjoy the other firewhiskey.