Self-therapy consisted of a mental list of reasons that her nightmares were ridiculous and she had no basis for her fears. Claire believed that if she could convince her conscious self, her subconscious self would be forced to agree. When she allowed her mind to go back to the spring of a year ago she could rationalize that now her life was significantly dissimilar. She now had more liberties than she’d experienced since her arrival.
Tony stayed true to his word about her e-mails. He even decided that she needed her own address, clarawl1084@rawlingsind.com. This made printing easier. He was also correct about the numerous requests for interviews, money, and endorsements she received daily from people she’d never met. Having Patricia respond to those requests was easy. She also received personal e-mails. And now she had a voice in the responses. Overall, when asked Tony agreed to requests regarding Courtney, Sue, Bev, or MaryAnn. If he had other plans for the day in question, this occurred from time to time, his plans trumped. But the act of requesting was the crucial portion of her negotiations. If she wanted to reply to someone or to go somewhere, as he had said many months ago, she simply needed to ask. She’d become accustomed to this component. It was a daily reminder of Tony’s authority.
Regarding that authority, it did not assert itself as it had a year ago. She reasoned that perhaps it was because her behavior didn’t warrant that type of implementation. No matter the cause, life was undeniably better.
Watching the moonlight on the budding trees, Claire reminded herself of the outings that she’d recently enjoyed. They’d included lunches in Iowa City, Red Cross meetings in Davenport, and shopping in Chicago. A few weeks ago MaryAnn suggested a catch-up day in New York as she and Eli were there for business. Tony reviewed all of the e-mails before Claire and she didn’t expect permission to spend the day in New York, but she asked. Surprisingly he acquiesced. Smiling and feeling her pulse slow, she remembered him offering a company jet and flying off to a beautiful April day in NYC. All of the women had a marvelous time and she made it home before seven. He was home first, but she was home for dinner. He wasn’t unhappy.
Calming, she listened to the voice in her head and the gentle breeze that blew her hair, remembering a recent unexpected freedom. Secretly coveting the chestnut hair that kept trying to return, she informed Tony that she needed an appointment to maintain her blonde. He said they had no overnight plans in the near future, so she should just go. If he had the private plane she could take one of the company jets, just plan to be home before dinner. Shocked, she remembered questioning, “Are you saying I can go by myself?”
“My dear Claire, is there any reason you should not?”
She assured him there was not. He or Patricia arranged the appointment, and Claire went to the airport and boarded a company jet by herself. She landed in Chicago, took a waiting cab to the Trump Tower, where she spent the rest of the morning being pampered. Then she ate lunch and shopped for a few hours and came home. Blushing in the cool night air she thought about being back in her suite before six and how she did her best to show her husband the meaning of a statement she’d made months earlier: coming home to a wife who wants to be home is better than coming home to a wife that has to be home. He caught on pretty quick, the first indication was the spark in her emerald eyes and the next clue involved a black satin robe and a warm waiting bath. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember eating dinner at all that night.
Claire’s eyelids reminded her that she should be sleeping. Slipping back into her suite and under the warm blankets, she thought about the man lying next to her. He continued to be a paradox. The man Claire met when she first arrived hadn’t shown his personality since her accident. She knew he was still here, that knowledge alone was motivation to obey his rules. She’d been told too many times that his promise to keep that personality away was contingent on her ability to behave appropriately. The stress of that reality and unpredictability loomed omnipresent.
The man who worked to court her, to convince her that she was important, desirable, and loved still existed in a muted form. He was still attentive, present, and always sexual, but he was busy with work and often preoccupied. That was understandable. He was a successful man with many fires to tend.
It was his need for complete supremacy over every aspect of her life that felt stifling and unbearable. Claire theorized that this was the cause of the suffocation that usually accompanied her nightmares. He had companies, peoples’ jobs and livelihoods on his list of responsibilities. The fact that he controlled her comings, goings, e-mails, hair, and often attire seemed ridiculous.
Attempting to stop the rise in blood pressure, she reminded herself that no matter what, she loved him. He could infuriate her one moment, making her feel less than human. And the next, he could make her feel like the world spun only because she mattered to him. It was just that those two contradictory emotions could come too close together and in any order. As Claire reminisced she recognized that similar to a year ago, her mood, liberties, and sense of self-worth seemed to have a common denominator, Anthony Rawlings.
As that realization struck, he rolled toward her, wrapped her in his arms; and though still sleeping, murmured, “My love, you’re so cold. Come closer.” She melted against his warm chest. At this moment in time, he made her feel safe and loved. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
As the spring blossomed into summer, their biggest source of dissension continued to be her family. Though she loved to hear from Emily, seeing her name on an e-mail made her stomach turn. It almost always came accompanied by dark penetrating eyes. She would sometimes choose to have Patricia reply instead of herself. There were days and circumstances when the communication wasn’t worth the conflict. It depended on Emily’s words, some motivated Claire’s determination more than others. Her calls with Emily were always monitored. It was a reality she didn’t dispute. If she did, it would result in loss of all communication. He didn’t need to spell that out for her. She knew it as well as she knew that her freedoms lay vulnerable to his whims.
Since the call following the interview, Claire spoke with Emily about every three to four weeks. She heard from Emily at least once a week via e-mail. After Claire had her own e-mail address, Emily’s notes were more informative. Claire would hand-write her response. It was then approved and sent by Patricia. If Emily questioned Claire’s ability to do anything, she would profess her freedoms as Tony evaluated every word.
That same Tony was the one that surprised Claire with the long weekend at Lake Tahoe. And over Memorial Day weekend he arranged for a getaway to San Francisco. While there they met Eli and MaryAnn for dinner at an exclusive nightclub with a glorious view of the bay and bridge. The next day, after a romantic drive down Highway One in a leased convertible, they strolled hand in hand on the beach at Big Sur. The force and spray of the waves pounding the huge rocks along the ocean shore astonished Claire. It wasn’t like the Gulf of Mexico or even the tranquil waters of Fiji. Instead, it reminded her of the beach scenes in movies. During these excursions he made her feel like a star. Their final day in San Francisco they went sightseeing, no trip to Alcatraz was planned or even discussed.
He also had a two-week business trip to Europe planned for the end of July. This time he wanted her with him. Uncharacteristically he asked her to help make the sightseeing plans. They would visit Italy, Switzerland, and France. He had meetings but promised free time for his wife. Claire spent hours in their library looking at books on destinations, museums, and points of interest. The Internet would have been easier but she found incredible pictures and information in the resource books.
The work with the Red Cross slowed. Their calendar was planned and their goal set. It was now a matter of implementation. Courtney had other members on her committee. They divided the events: Claire was chairman of a silent auction scheduled for October. She drafted letters requesting donations, and Patricia sent them out to prominent associates of Mr. Rawlings. The letters requested donations from Mrs. Anthony Rawlings. Tony had already brought many positive responses home. Claire secured a ballroom in Bettendorf, where the auction would be held simultaneously with a wine-tasting event. She even arranged for the wine and catering to be donated, believing that a little wine might help increase bids. Courtney seemed genuinely pleased and appreciative of Claire’s help.