Smart Women by Judy Blume

Author:Judy Blume [Blume, Judy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Published: 0100-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

MARGO HAD CALLED FREDDY. “I’m in New York,” she’d told him. “My mother’s in the hospital.”

“Nothing serious, I hope,” Freddy said.

“A double mastectomy.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll send flowers.”

“You don’t have to send anything . . . I just thought you’d want to know.”

“I said I’ll send flowers.” There was a long pause. Then Freddy said, “So how are you doing out there, in the middle of nowhere?”

“I think it’s going to work out very well.”

“I could go to court, Margo. I could go to court and get an injunction against you for taking the kids so far away. You’re going to ruin my relationship with them. Some day, they’ll blame you.”

“I thought you agreed that if it was necessary for my work . . .”

“I made a mistake. I never should have agreed to let you take them.”

“I couldn’t concentrate on solar design in New York, Freddy . . .”

“Don’t feed me any of your crap, Margo.”

“Let’s not get started,” Margo said. “This is a hard time for me.”

“When isn’t it a hard time for you? You thrive on hard times.”

“Okay. If you say so. How’s Aliza?”

“Aliza’s fine.”

“Good.”

“Who’s with the children?” he had asked.

“Michelle’s English teacher.”

“Is she a responsible person?”

“Would I have left her with the kids if she wasn’t?”

“Probably.”

“Goodbye, Freddy.”

“Goodbye, Margo. And I am sorry about your mother.”

She had hung up the phone feeling all the old anger, all the old resentments. She had not been the wife that Freddy had expected. He still blamed her for having had her own needs and he was still able to make her feel guilty. Freddy had wanted a Stepford Wife. Margo had once told him so in the heat of a bitter argument over the menu for a dinner party. She had hurled a copy of the novel across the room, catching him on his left shoulder. “A plastic princess who doesn’t think!” Margo had yelled. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? A plastic princess who’ll give elegant little dinner parties and fuck whenever you feel like it!”

“Right,” Freddy had said, rubbing his shoulder. “That’s exactly what I want.”

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