The day finally arrived for me to meet with my older lover’s wife. I pulled up to the restaurant a few minutes early. I had seen Mrs. Brown in passing and knew she was a fashionable and classy lady. She always wore designer two-piece suits—just like Jackie Kennedy—and always had a big black Cadillac with a personal driver. She was almost 10 years older than her husband, well into her 60s. I was sitting in my car when I saw her arrive. The driver opened the car door for her and I watched as she entered the restaurant.
I thought about driving away at that moment, but I decided to suck it up and go inside. I wasn’t sure if she suspected me and Mr. Brown and I needed to scope out the situation. As soon as I walked into the restaurant, she waved me to her table. She told me to sit down, and decided to take it upon herself to order us both Mimosas. She looked at me sternly and told me that she didn’t want to play games. She knew Mr. Brown had another “floozy,” as she called it, and that this time she needed to get some things off her chest.
“Amber,” she said. “You have been a loyal employee of Mr. Brown for years.” She told me I was a loyal hard worker and that she thought she could trust me. And then she dropped the unexpected bomb—she was in ill health. She had a family history of Alzheimer’s and she needed to take care of some things before her condition deteriorated. She said she wanted me to help her find out who Mr. Brown’s new lady was so that she could handle the situation. I told her there was no way I could intrude on his privacy like that. When I objected, she told me she was powerful and knew a lot of people; she would find out eventually, and if I knew anything it would be wise to tell her now.
I decided to try and dig about their history together, and she responded with a quote from The Great Gatsby: “Do you come from old money, new money, or no money?” She proceeded to tell me that her father had money, and since he had no sons, it was up to her to marry a gentleman who she knew would be successful. With a little of her father’s old money to help him, she knew Mr. Brown had the drive to be that successful man her family wanted her to marry, which is why her family paid for his education, including law school. Their relationship ended up being nothing like what I had expected…