“The very look on her face,” he said. “Looked like she was here for a takedown.”

“And you abandoned me? Some knight in shining armor you are!”

“You didn’t ask me to stay. You said it made no difference!”

“Well, I think she was here for more than her need to corner me and convince me to go to her friend’s charity luncheon. I think she wanted to see it again because Walter had been here and told her he enjoyed himself and that it was a nice place. It wasn’t up to her standards, of course, which I think came as a relief to her. She’d die a thousand deaths if this had been an exclusive spa or something. She wants to see Sully as a country bumpkin, an idiot with no taste. She hates that I love his campground. It’s been a thorn in her butt all my life.”

“I’d love to meet this Walter,” Cal said.

“I’m sure it’ll be another thirty years before either of them will be back. They live in an entirely different world. But Walter isn’t uppity. He’s rich, of course—he not only comes from old money but is a highly respected neurosurgeon, but his gift is his passion. His patients have always been his priority. He’s compassionate and brilliant, very soft-spoken and quietly powerful. Since I’ve known him, he makes the money and Phoebe spends it. And that works fine for him.” She smiled at Cal. “Phoebe means well, I suppose, but she’s shallow. She can’t help it.”

“Everyone can help it, Maggie,” Cal said.

“She was poor growing up, she said. I don’t know the details because to my memory we never had anything to do with her family, but clearly she plotted her escape from her roots. She fully intended to marry up, as they say. She started off with a tech school that would teach her what she needed to know to get a great job in a high-level corporate setting where she would meet men with money. She concentrated on beauty, intending to snag a rich husband. Sully was an accident.”

“Oh?”

“I think he was working as a welder at the time they met. They met in a classy uptown bar in Chicago. He was a handsome, sexy guy, midthirties, had been a Green Beret, had been to war a couple of times, had medals, liked to have fun. She fell for him. He told her he was coming into a big property near Aspen and so she married him. She was twenty-two. He brought her here and knocked her up. It was all downhill from there.”

Cal whistled. “Best laid plans...”

“She obviously played a better hand with Walter. Ohhh, I so hated him. They wouldn’t let me see Sully for years. Of course that was Phoebe, but Walter went along with it. Later, much later, I came to like him. Then respect him. Now I’m more fond of Walter than of Phoebe. He’s always been on my team. He tried to talk me out of marrying my husband. I should’ve listened to him.”

Cal came to attention. “You were married?”

“Didn’t I tell you that?” She laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. “I apologize. It was so insignificant. Sergei was...is an artist. Painter, sculptor. He was a dirt-poor immigrant but hung out with important people who endorsed his talent. Someone introduced us—I was still finishing residency, which might account for my brain atrophy. I didn’t realize Sergei would do absolutely anything for money and I was the trifecta—I came from Walter’s money, sort of. I had great earning potential. And I had the prestige of being a neurosurgeon who was the stepdaughter of a very well-known and highly respected neurosurgeon. But Sergei had a very short attention span and once the wedding was done, he began to flirt and rove and we didn’t last long. We were divorced before our first anniversary. Honestly, it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I should’ve listened to... Hey! What’s that look? Have you lost all respect for me because I married badly?”