Finally, at six P.M., she came into the bungalow. Her eyes were sad, but her skin was glowing, as if she’d been swimming. “Ah, Philip,” she said dully.
“You’re back.”
“Of course I’m back,” he said. “Where were you? I’ve been searching the island for the past three hours.”
She momentarily brightened at this information but then went back to being depressed. “I figured you probably wanted some time away from me.”
“What are you talking about?” he said. “I went to get a massage.”
“I know. But I’ve been such a downer. I don’t want to ruin your vacation as well.”
“Where were you?” Philip said.
“In a cave.”
“A cave?” he exclaimed.
“I found a little cave. In the rocks down by the water.”
“You’ve been in a cave for the past three hours?” he repeated.
She nodded. “I needed a place to think. And I realized, no matter what happens, I love you. I always will. I can’t help myself.”
Philip felt protective. She was so young. And innocent. He could shape her. What was wrong with him? He pulled her to him. She made love vigorously, sucking his cock while teasing his asshole with her finger. He exploded, gasping with pleasure. How could he give this up?
For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to move in with him that night. But during dinner, Lola was nearly back to her old self, texting through dinner and flirting with the waiter and rubbing Philip’s foot with her toe. She didn’t bring up their relationship, her disappearance that afternoon, or her parents’ financial woes, and neither did he.
But the next morning, when he woke up, he found her packing. “What are you doing?” he said.
“Oh, Philip.” She sighed. “One of the things I realized in the cave is that I love you too much to go on like this. If we’re not going to be together, there’s no point in falling more in love with you and being hurt worse in the end. So I’m going to go. My mother needs me, and I’m not sure you do.”
She was right, he realized. He couldn’t go on like this, either. She bent over to rifle through her suitcase and he remembered the sex they’d had the night before. “Lola,” he said. “You don’t have to go.”
“Oh, but I do, Philip,” she said, not looking up.
“I mean” — he hesitated — “you can move in with me. If you want to,” he added, as if it weren’t his decision.
Now, on the beach, Philip leaned back in his lounge chair, folding his arms under his head. Of course she’d said yes. She loved him.
His reverie was broken by the chirrup of his cell phone. It was a number, probably Enid calling him to wish him a happy New Year. He felt a momentary dismay. He would have to tell Enid that Lola was moving in. Enid wouldn’t like it.
“Hello?”
The caller was a welcome surprise. “Schoolboy,” Schiffer exclaimed.
“How are you? What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?” he asked, sitting up. “I thought you were in Saint Barths.”
“Couldn’t do it,” she said. “I thought about it and changed my mind.
Why pursue a relationship with a man I’m not in love with? I don’t need the guy, do I?”
“I don’t know,” Philip said. “I thought ...”
She laughed. “You didn’t think I was serious about Brumminger?”
“Why not?” Philip said. “Everyone says he’s a great guy.”
“Get real, Oakland,” she said. Changing the subject, she asked, “Where are you, anyway? If you’re around, I thought maybe we could get together with Enid. I’ve been neglecting her.”
Philip swallowed. “I can’t,” he whispered.
“Why?” she said. “Where are you? I can hardly hear you. Speak up, schoolboy, if you want to be heard.”
“I’m in Mustique,” he said.
“What?”
“Mustique,” he shouted.
“What the hell are you doing there?”
He felt his shoulders sag. “I’m with Lola.”
“Ahhhhh,” she said, getting it.
“I thought ... you and Brumminger ... Anyway, I’ve asked her to move in with me.”
“That’s great, Oakland,” she said, not missing a beat. “It’s about time you settled down.”
“I’m not settling down. I just...”
“I get it, schoolboy,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. I was only calling you to see if you wanted to have a drink. We’ll get together when you get back.”
She hung up. Philip looked at his phone and shook his head. He would never understand women. He put the phone away and looked for Lola. She was still splashing around in the water, but in the European tradition, she had taken her top off. Everyone on the beach was staring while Lola bounced around, pretending to be oblivious to the attention.
From the other side of the short beach, two white-haired old men were making a beeline for her. “Come on, girly,” one of the men shouted in an English accent. “Let’s have some fun.”
“Lola!” Philip shouted sharply. He was about to tell her to put her top on, then realized how old it would make him sound — like her father. Instead, he smiled and stood up, making as if to join her in the water. He folded his sunglasses and placed them carefully on the table under the umbrella. He was, he thought, looking across the sand at Lola, either the luckiest man in the world or the world’s biggest fool.
Act
Three
13
“Listen to this,” Mindy said, coming into the bedroom. “ ‘Is sex really necessary?’ ”
“Huh?” James said, looking up from his sock drawer.
“ ‘Is sex really necessary?’ ” Mindy repeated, reading from the printout of her blog. “ ‘We take the importance of sex as a given. Popular culture tells us it’s as essential to survival as eating or breathing. But if you really think about it, after a certain age, sex isn’t necessary at all ...’ ”
James found two socks that matched and held them up. The only thing that wasn’t necessary, he thought, was Mindy’s blog.
“ ‘Once you’re past the age of reproduction, why bother?’ ” she continued reading. “ ‘Every day, on my way to my office, I pass at least five billboards advertising sex in the form of lacy lingerie ...’ ”
Pulling on the socks, James imagined how Lola Fabrikant would look in lacy lingerie. “ ‘As if,’ ” Mindy continued, “ ‘lacy lingerie is the answer to our dissatisfactions with life.’ ” It might not be, James thought, but it couldn’t hurt. “ ‘I say,’ ” Mindy went on, “ ‘rip down the billboards. Burn the Victoria’s Secret shops. Think about how much we could accomplish as women if we didn’t have to worry about sex.’ ” She paused triumphantly and looked at James. “What do you think?” she asked.