- •I took the case. Somebody had to do it and I’m too poor to keep my hands clean.
- •Chapter 2
- •I also let that pass. Danny has an exaggerated opinion of my decadence.
- •I started to put my sweater back on.
- •I didn’t wait long, fortunately, because money does not guarantee taste, as this sitting room proved.
- •I decided the walk would do me good. Besides, I didn’t think I had the exact change for a bus or the patience for Quarter parking.
- •I handed her my private investigator’s license. She looked at it for a minute.
- •It was too much. I had to burst out laughing. I was remembering why he had left me. It was back in sixth grade. This only caused Barbara to look more concerned. Maybe I had gone crazy.
- •I didn’t see her again until after lunch. We ran into each other in the bathroom.
- •I handed him over. He let out a breathy mew at being moved, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. Cordelia pulled her jacket around him. He was a little marmalade cat with big green eyes.
- •I shrugged to show that it wasn’t important. I turned back down the way we came.
- •It was Danny.
- •It was Monday morning again. But this was the last Monday morning that I would have to deal with bright and early, at least for a while.
- •I walked out of the door and into one of the guards.
- •I dialed Sergeant Ranson’s number. Some bored clerk answered.
- •I tripped instead, doing what I hoped they wouldn’t notice was a shoulder roll. I used my landing as an excuse to make some noise.
- •I was sitting there feeling very dirty, not to mention sorry for myself, when Danny Clayton walked by. Without recognizing me, I might add.
- •I told them my story with only a slight interruption for dinner. It took me over two hours, between my fatigue and Ranson’s questions.
- •I started to protest, but was interrupted by the phone. Danny picked it up, then handed it to me. It was Ranson.
- •Visiting hours wouldn’t start for a while, so my first destination was Sergeant Ranson’s office to see if she had arrested Milo and cohorts yet.
- •I had to say something or I’d start sniffling.
- •I started laughing. It wasn’t that funny, but it was too absurd for my present state of mind.
- •I shuddered. It wasn’t a pleasant thought.
- •I looked up. Miss Clavish was standing there, in her prim navy blue dress, wearing white gloves and holding a large shotgun. That was the thunderclap—she had fired over our heads and into the wall.
- •I started to protest, to say that as long as Barbara Selby was in this hospital, I wasn’t dropping out, but Ranson waved me silent.
- •I slowly sat up, then slid off the examining table and assumed a standing position.
- •I picked up my canvas bag, found the keys that Ms. (it had to be Ms., not Miss, after that shotgun trick) Clavish had removed from my door. I locked up and we left.
- •I finished in the bathroom in time to hear the tail end of her last message. It was a male voice saying he’d see her real soon and that he loved her and so on.
- •I stuck my head in.
- •I went back into the living room and put on the Brandenburg Concertos to lend a cultured air to this affair. Danny nodded approval at my choice.
- •I knew that by “in time” she meant Barbara more than she meant me. I was glad that Barbara hadn’t been forgotten.
- •I picked up the heavy platter and carried it out to the table.
- •I heard my answering machine being played back.
- •I made introductions. Torbin explained his plans for the next few days. Good food, great movies, and perhaps a few lessons on makeup. I didn’t ask whether he meant Frankie or me.
- •I got in, leaving my door open, and turned the ignition. The engine hummed smoothly, all the usual clanking sounds gone.
- •I quickly put the tools away. Ben was staring at the unchanging marsh when I came back.
- •I spotted Ranson.
- •I noticed a patch of yellow under one of the rags. I picked it up. A half-empty tube of horse liniment. Equus Ben-Gay. No, I couldn’t do that. Not even to Karen Holloway.
- •I saw Frankie at the far edge of the light. He was standing by himself, waiting, it seemed.
- •I nodded. She opened the door. The hallway was empty.
- •I kissed her on the mouth. Then I put my arms around her and held her. She returned the embrace and the kiss for a moment, then she broke off.
- •It wasn’t a disaster, it was delicious. Fortunately, neither Ranson nor I had bet on it being inedible.
- •I looked at her like she was crazy.
- •I was close enough to see Cordelia’s face. The barrel of Ben’s gun was pressed against her neck. Her eyes were a blazing blue against the stark paleness of her skin.
- •I remembered Alma, small, pale blond, and eight months pregnant. David, their son, pale like his mother, was three.
- •I refused to bow my head. I had nothing to pray for.
- •I jerked. Other hunters with other guns aiming at other people.
- •I nodded, knowing I was asking too much.
- •I nodded. “Eight months.”
- •I puzzled for a minute.
- •I was hungry. All I’d had to eat so far today were the crawfish on the pier.
- •I put my hand on her arm to stop her.
- •I shrugged.
- •I led the way and lit some candles and a hurricane lantern to light the kitchen. I started the wood stove. It was chilly in here.
- •I turned back to her, but she stood there, no words coming forth.
- •I washed my face, but I still looked like shit.
- •I shook my head. Ranson had to be right, it couldn’t mean anything.
- •I pretended to think for a minute.
- •I shrugged. I didn’t want Cordelia to be hit, but I couldn’t write Danny’s death warrant to save her. The thug lifted his hand again.
- •I stood beside her, next to the door, not wanting to let her go. I started to give her directions.
- •Voices carried from the lawn. I stopped, afraid that, if I could hear them, they could hear me.
- •I’m still alive. Oh, shit, how am I going to pay for this, was my last thought.
- •I was. Even the goulash that Barbara was eating looked appetizing. The nurse did the usual nurse things to me, then went off to see about getting me some food.
It was too much. I had to burst out laughing. I was remembering why he had left me. It was back in sixth grade. This only caused Barbara to look more concerned. Maybe I had gone crazy.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked, controlling myself.
“Yes.”
“All right. I was too tall. Tommy Jerod had asked me to go steady with him when school began. But when we showed up on the first day, I had grown five inches and he hadn’t. He told me I was too tall.”
“When was this?” She was beginning to catch on.
“Sixth grade.”
“Oh.” There was a pause. “I doubt you’re a nun. What does that leave?”
“Want to find out?” I didn’t think she did, but I didn’t think a proposition would do Barbara’s ego any harm.
She looked at me over her sliding glasses, gave a dry chuckle, then said, “I’m at the age that if I thought you might be serious, I might take you up on it.”
“If I thought you might take me up on it, I could get serious,” I replied.
“Well, this has certainly been an interesting evening,” she said, backing off a little. The next step would have been yes or no. I wasn’t sure either of us was ready for that.
“You’re a brave person, Ms. Selby. Most women would have called in the Marine Corps by now.”
“Why?” She looked genuinely puzzled.
“For protection against deviant, communistic, secular, humanist perverts, such as myself.”
She laughed at that. “So I’m supposed to be shocked? Is that what you wanted?”
“No,” I replied. “I would get along much better if no one was shocked at me being who I am.” She nodded agreement. I continued, “I’m even so bold to think that I can tell another woman, even if she’s straight and has two kids, that I think she’s very attractive.” She finished her wine and started to say something, but I broke in. “And now you’re going to say, ‘thanks, but I’ve got to be moving along.’ And that’s all right. I’ve had a good time tonight.”
“Being a proper Southern woman and all, I suppose I shouldn’t admit it, but so have I. An affair with a good-looking woman fifteen years younger than I am sounds like a wonderful adventure. I’d much rather turn it down than not have it offered.” She took a final sip of her wine. “And now I’ve got to be getting back to my kids.”
We paid the check and went out into the chilly night.
“I’m really sorry about tackling you,” I said. “I hope I didn’t leave too many bruises.”
“I’ll survive. Besides, a bruise or two tomorrow will mean that this really happened. I’ll see you then.”
“Good night.” And we parted. I watched her disappear around a corner, then I headed off. I looked at my watch. It was only eight-thirty. The evening was still quite young. I decided to hit I Know You Don’t Care, an upscale lesbian bar in this part of town. Since I had on a skirt and pumps (also a shirt, underwear, and the rest), they might let me in.
I got a drink and settled in, leaning against the wall next to yet another hanging plant. If there’s ever a revolution, I want to be on the green side. This was a good place to watch the action. Or lack of it. The bar was fairly full, but the couple next to me was discussing mutual funds and I overheard snatches of conversation about the condo market. Perhaps I could find some lovely lesbian to impress with the $13.05 in my checking account and my method of playing the stock market. I left it alone, hoping that it would leave me alone. I didn’t see any interesting women. In a bar full of women, I couldn’t find one that interested me. I was slipping. I had another drink and decided it was time to go home and finish Pride and Prejudice and maybe manage a fantasy or two about women with deep brown eyes.
Chapter 8
The morning was one of those rare clear cool days. I found myself whistling on the way to work. A teenage boy even asked me what the tune was. He liked it and wanted to know if he might find it at his local record store. I said yes, they might have Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” and to ask for the Ninth Symphony. He thanked me, smiled, and we parted. There’s hope for the younger generation yet.
Even a morning of slogging through boring secretarial routines didn’t change my mood. I only saw Barbara in passing. She started my day by dumping a load of stuff on my desk and asking if I could get it done as soon as possible. I said yes and asked a few questions about it. All very professional. Then she winked at me and disappeared. It didn’t hurt my high spirits to have those brown eyes winking at me.