I hadn't. In all frankness, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. I had, however, received and paid the bill for the first semester tuition, which put another dent in the savings.

"I thought we were going to Mom and Dad's."

"We are," Vivian answered. "This isn't going to take that long. Why don't you head over and we'll meet you there?"

"Sounds good," I said. "Are you in Atlanta again this week?"

It was a question I'd begun to ask regularly.

"I leave Wednesday and there's a dinner on Friday night that I can't miss, but we're flying back afterward. I really hate that I'm missing most of London's first week at school."

"There's no way you can get out of it?"

"No," she said. "I wish I could, but I can't. Do you think she'll be mad at me?"

"If you were missing her first day, it might be different, but she'll be okay." I wasn't completely certain about that, but I knew it was what Vivian wanted to hear.

"I hope you're right."

"Speaking of school," I went on, "the tuition bill arrived and I've been meaning to ask you about your paychecks."

"What about my paychecks?"

"Have you received any yet?"

She slung her purse over her shoulder. "Of course I've received my paychecks. I don't work for free."

"I haven't seen any deposits into our checking or savings account."

"I opened another account," she said.

I wasn't sure I'd heard her right. "Another account? Why?"

"It just seemed simpler. So we could keep track of our budget and your business expenses."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Don't make this into a bigger deal than it is."

But it IS a big deal, I thought, still trying to make sense of it. "Our savings account is getting a little low," I said.

"I'll take care of it, okay?" She leaned in and offered a quick kiss. "But let me get going with London so we can get to your parents' at a decent time, okay?"

"Yeah," I said, wondering if my wife had wanted to make my head spin. "Okay."

"That definitely falls into the that's-very-interesting category," Marge opined.

"I just don't know why she didn't even mention it."

"Hello? That's pretty easy. It was because she didn't want you to know."

"How was I not going to know? I'm the one who writes the checks."

"Oh, she knew you'd find out. Eventually. And that when you did, you'd sit back trying to figure it out."

"Why would she want to do that?"

"Because that's what she does. She likes to keep you guessing. She's always been that way."

"No, she hasn't," I said.

"Liz?" Marge asked.

"I'd rather not get involved," Liz said, holding up a hand. "I'm off the clock. Now, if you'd like to know a wonderful Italian marinara recipe, or if you have some insights into safaris, count me in."

"I appreciate that, Liz. I've heard Botswana has some fabulous safaris."

"I would love to go one day. That's my dream trip."

"Can we get back on topic please?" Marge said. "We have something very interesting going on."

"Rhinos are interesting," I said. "Elephants, too."

Liz put a hand on Marge's knee. "We really should try to schedule a safari in the next couple of years. Don't you think that would be fabulous?"

"I don't like when you take his side when he tries to change the subject."

"He didn't just try. I think he did a pretty good job. I saw an advertisement for a place called Camp Mombo. It looked amazing."

"I think you should definitely try to find a way to go," I said. "It's one of those once-in-a-lifetime things."

"Would both of you please return to the subject at hand?"

Liz giggled at Marge's obvious frustration. "Every couple has their own style of communication and they often speak in shorthand. Unless I know the subtext, I wouldn't know what to think about it."

"See?" Marge offered. "She agrees with me that it's fishy."

"No, she didn't. She didn't say anything."

"That's just because you couldn't read her subtext."

"Seriously," I said to Liz later, "why do you think Vivian didn't tell me that she'd opened another bank account? I know you're off the clock, but I'd really like to understand what's going on."

"I'm not sure I can tell you what's going on. My guess would be as good as yours."

"But if you had to guess?"

She seemed to think about what to say. "Then I'd say that it was just like she said and that it was no big deal. Maybe she simply wants her own account so she can see exactly how much she's contributing and it makes her feel better about herself."

I thought about that. "Have you had clients who've done things like this? Other wives?"

Liz nodded. "A few times."

"And?"

"Like I said, it can mean different things."

"I know you're trying to be diplomatic here, but I'm at a loss. Is there anything you can tell me?"

Liz took her time before answering. "If there's one common thread that underlies situations like these, it's generally anger."

"You think Vivian's angry with me?"

"I don't spend a lot of time with Vivian, and when I do, it's usually when we're here with the whole family. There's only so much one can learn in a setting like this. But when people are angry, they often behave in ways that are dictated by that emotion. They can do things they ordinarily wouldn't do."

"Like open a secret bank account?"

"It's not secret, Russ. She told you about it."

"So she's... not angry?"

"I think," she said, "that you'd be in a better position to answer that than I am."

Another hour passed, and there was still no sign of Vivian or London. Marge and Liz had gone for a walk around the block while Dad had settled in front of the television to watch a ball game. I found my mom in the kitchen, dicing potatoes as a large pot of stew simmered on the stovetop, the aroma already tantalizing. She wore a bright orange apron that I vaguely remembered buying for her.

"There you are," she said. "I was wondering when you'd finally get around to visiting with your old mom."

"Sorry," I said, leaning in to give her a hug. "I didn't mean to offend."

"Oh, hush. I was kidding. How are you? You look like you've lost weight."

I liked that she'd noticed. "Maybe a little."

"Are you eating enough?"

"I've started jogging again."

"Yuck," she said. "I don't understand how anyone can like jogging."

"What are you making? It smells great in here."

"It's a French country stew. Joanne gave me the recipe and I thought I'd give it a try."

"Liz probably has a great recipe."

"I'm sure she does. But Joanne beat her to punch."

"Do I know Joanne?"

"From the Red Hat Society. You probably saw her when you picked up London at lunch that day."

"Was she the one wearing the red hat? And the purple blouse?"

"Ha, ha."

"How are those fine red-hatted ladies doing?"

"They're wonderful, and we have so much fun together. Last week after lunch, a few of us went to a lecture at the college given by an astronomer. Did you know that they've recently discovered an earth-sized planet that orbits another sun? And that the planet is the same distance from the sun as Earth? Which means there could actually be life on that planet."

"I didn't know that."

"We talked about it at our next meeting."

"Because you want to be the first group to welcome the aliens with red hats if they ever visit?"

"Why are you teasing me? It's not nice."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry, Mom. I couldn't resist."

She shook her head. "I don't know where you got the idea that teasing mothers is a good thing. You certainly didn't learn it from me."

"That's true," I said. I motioned to the onion sitting beside the chopping block. "Do you need me to help with that?"

"You're volunteering in the kitchen?"

"I've been doing quite a bit of cooking lately."

"SpaghettiOs from a can?"

"Now who's teasing who?"

Her eyes sparkled. "Just trying to keep up with my children. But no, I don't need any help. Thank you, though. Is your father watching the game, or is he still in the garage?"

In the family room, I saw the flicker of the television screen.

"The game," I answered.

"I had a dream about him a couple of days ago. Or at least, I think it was about him. It was one of those dreams where everything was foggy, so I couldn't see very well. But he was in the hospital with the cancer."

"Hmmm."

"Anyway, there were all these beeping machines around him and Judge Judy was on the television. The doctor was from India I think, and there was a giant stuffed animal on the bed beside your dad. A big, purple pig."

"Hmmm," I said again.

"What do you think it means? The purple pig, I mean?"

"I really couldn't tell you."