By the time the police finished everything they needed to do, which didn't take too long, and Teresa finished embarrassing Stacy, and Benjamin finished embarrassing himself, the party had just about cleared out. Don did an excellent job with evacuating the Whitmans out of the area. Being an older couple and rather "well-to-do", it would have been a little too exciting for them. I was ready to evacuate myself, but had to worry about getting Freddie and his "niece" back downtown. And frankly, Freddie wasn't quite ready to go, so I had to stick around a little while longer.
Teresa Armacost was handling it rather well, all things considered. She didn't ask anybody to leave, even though most of them did. She apologized for the excitement, but not for Benjamin's actions. "He got himself into this mess, he'll have to get himself out."
Holly, on the other hand was quite upset. She was embarrassed, hurt, and pissed off all at the same time. She had gone to her room. I knew there wasn't much I could do, but I felt obligated to do something. I approached Teresa, who had just gotten off the phone and was still entertaining like the perfect hostess. "Mrs. Armacost, I noticed your daughter seemed pretty upset. I think I might be able to help her out a bit, that is, if you'd like me to try."
"That would be very nice of you, Mick. Do you know where her room is?"
"No, ma'am. Can you tell me?"
"If you go upstairs, her bedroom is the second one on the left. Mick, she and her father are very close. Be careful what you say."
"I will. If Freddie is looking for me..."
"Don't worry about Freddie, I'll keep him occupied."
I just smiled as I started towards the stairs. When I got to the second floor, Holly's room was easy to find, it was the only door closed. I knocked on it twice.
"Who...who is it?", Holly asked. I could tell she was crying.
"It's Mick."
"Go away Mick. I don't want to see anybody right now."
"Are you decent?"
"Yes, but go away."
I opened the door. Holly was sitting on the edge of her bed.
"What part of "go away" didn't you understand?"
"The part after you said you love me." I smiled at her as I walked closer to her.
Holly cracked a smile. "Oh Mick. Why? Why did my father have to go and fuck things up like this?"
"Because he's a man. Men have a tendency to fuck up everything."
"Mick, I'm serious. Why is he fucking the lady next door? Why did he just fuck up his marriage to my mother? Why?"
"I wish I could explain it, Holly. Sometimes all of that power and money just goes to peoples' heads. I'm not making excuses for him or anything. To be honest, I think he was pretty stupid."
"So do I."
"Well, he did this to himself. It's nothing you could have done about it."
"I know, but..."
"No buts. This was totally his fault. You had nothing to do with it."
"I hired you."
"Yes, you did. But Holly, your mother hired me too. I'm not supposed to tell clients about each other, but under the circumstances..."
"I know."
"You know what?" She had me a little confused.
"I know my mother hired you. I'm not stupid."
"How did you know?"
"I knew it the day I hired you."
"Well why didn't you let me know that you knew?"
"I figured you had a reason for not telling me. I knew it was probably an ethics thing. And frankly, I wanted to see how much your ethics meant to you."
"Well how do you think I did?"
"Well, up until you just told me, pretty good." Holly leaned over against my arm and shoulder. "I'm glad you fessed up to me though. At least I know I mean more to you than your stupid old ethics."
Oh how I wish she hadn't said that. My lack of ethics is what got me started with her in the first place.
"Does your mother know that you hired me too?"
"Hell no! She knows I know she hired you, but she'd really get pissed if she thought I was doubting her. You don't have to tell her do you?"
"No. We can work around that."
"Mick? Would you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"Would you run downstairs and get me a drink? Something strong."
"Sure, but can I walk instead?"
Holly laughed a little, "Always joking around?"
"That's me." I stood up and walked out of her room and back downstairs. I found the bar and poured Holly a highball glass full of bourbon. No ice, no water, no soda, just bourbon. I think she needs it.
Teresa was talking to some of the guests that remained. She looked over at me and made it obvious she saw the drink. I mouthed to her, "It's for Holly", and pointed upstairs. She smiled and nodded indicating she understood. She walked towards the stairs and intercepted me.
"How is she?", Teresa asked with true concern.
"Oh, she's doing much better. She'll be fine."
"Thanks, Mick. You're a good friend." She kissed me on the cheek and walked back to her guests.
I walked back up to Holly's room. When I got there, she had slipped off the dress she had been wearing and had on a thin oriental silk robe. "I hope you don't mind if I got a little more comfortable."
"Not at all. It's your room." I handed her the drink.
"So, Mick. Why did my father mess around with Mrs. Schmidt? Do you even know?"
"Honestly, no. I don't. Like I said. It has to be one of those ego trips."
"I'm glad I know the truth, but I wish it had never happened. I have a feeling things are going to be a little rough around here. I know mom is going to get even with him somehow. You know, she's got more money than daddy?"
"That's what I understand."
"So I know she's going to do something to get even with him. She doesn't need the money, but I know she's going to take the house and whatever else she can get."
"Do you blame her? I mean, your father was the wrongdoer here."
"No, I don't blame her. I guess I still wish they would just forget it and go back the way things were a year ago."