"I have a question,” Rodney interrupted, waving a fist full of mail at Sadie. “Why is your mail addressed to Fifilomine instead of Sadie?"
"Why were you going through my mail?"
"I was looking for money."
Sadie grabbed the mail and shoved it in a drawer. “My real name is Fifilomine. Actually both Jane and I have the same first name. Fifilomine. My mother chose that name to get even with the man who got her pregnant. He refused to marry her. It's that classic story of the man forgetting to mention he already had a wife."
Gesturing, she put her index finger on her chest. “My real name is Fifilomine Sadie and Jane's is Fifilomine Jane. It just so happens the man's wife was also named Fifilomine. Does that answer your question?"
"Now I know where you get your personality quirks,” Theo said. “From your mother."
Puzzled, Tim and Aanders looked at one another. “What was your dad's name?” Aanders said.
"That doesn't matter. Actually our mother refused to tell us who our father was. All that mattered was that she got revenge."
"Was your mom the death coach who trained you?” The group strained to hear Tim's question.
"My coach was the man who took my mother in when her parents disowned her. Years ago it was a bad thing to have a child out of wedlock.” Sadie looked at the boys. “That means you didn't have a husband."
"The man befriended my mother and offered her a job at his resort. Back then Witt's End was called Swanson's Resort. When that man died, she got the resort and renamed it Witt's End."
As memories washed over her, Sadie crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into the back of her chair. “I found out I was a death coach when I was twenty-four-years old. It was quite a shock. I had the same urge to deny it as Aanders has, but Mr. Swanson was patient. He taught me everything he knew. When I saw a rainbow at midnight, I became responsible for my own crossers."
"Do you think I could wait till I'm that old to do it?"
"No. That's not possible. You've got years of training ahead of you. You could become an official coach at any time, but the training goes on for a life time. I still learn new things every day."
As she sensed Aanders’ disappointment, she noticed a look of concern cross Tim's face. Tim slumped lower in his chair. Sadie put her arms under Tim's arms and pulled him up. “What is it, Tim?"
"You tell her,” Tim said, looking at his friend.
The group turned toward Aanders.
Aanders joined Tim and sat on the edge of his chair. “Tim's upset because you won't believe his dad was murdered. He even knows who did it. He wants you to tell the cops."
"What?” Theo and Sadie exclaimed simultaneously.
"We've already talked about this, Tim.” Looking at the others Sadie said, “It's natural to think murder could be an option. It's another way of justifying what he doesn't want to accept."
"No, I'm positive. I saw the rifle.” Tim coughed, struggling to catch his breath.
"I bet things happened so fast, your brain didn't have time to register,” Sadie said.
"No. I saw him. I saw the gun. And then after everything got quiet, I heard a motor start up. It sounded like it was on the other side of the woods."
Theo withdrew his arm from the back of Rodney's chair and leaned on the table. “Do you know who the man was?"
"Yes. It's the same man who was here the other day with the deputy. It's my dad's business partner."
20
"Miss Witt. Excuse me, Miss Witt,” a resort guest shouted as she ran to catch up with Sadie and Belly.
"Excuse me. Excuse me.” Rodney mocked. He was still angry that Sadie had chastised him in front of the other crossers. Rancid breath billowing, he slipped behind Sadie and leaned close to her neck. “You'll get yours, you witch."
Belly's ears flattened and he lunged toward Rodney. The crosser dodged the attack.
"The next time that dog growls at me will be his last,” Rodney snarled.
Sadie pulled Belly to her side as she greeted the guest. The dog dropped to his haunches and raised his leg to scratch at the orange neckerchief. He leaned against Sadie's leg and tapped his foot in rhythm with the tempo of her fingers as she helped him locate the itch.
"Could you give us directions to the hospital? My daughter called this morning to tell me my aunt is hospitalized in Pinecone Landing. We'd like to stop and visit her.” The woman held a pen over a small tablet, waiting for Sadie to begin.
Sadie pushed her orange-rimmed sun glasses up into her gelled spikes. With several grand gestures, she issued directions. “You can't miss it. It's one of the biggest buildings in that area.” Sadie accompanied her guest as she walked back to her car. “I hope your aunt will be all right."
"I'm sure she will.” The woman paused, keeping her gaze on Belly. “Why is your dog growling at me?"
"He's not growling at you.” Sadie's eyes grew wide as she watched Rodney jump into the back seat of the woman's car. The woman's husband climbed in behind the steering wheel and put the key in the ignition.
Sadie hugged her arms over her orange polka-dot top, watching the car disappear down the drive.
Rodney let out a satisfied breath and snuggled against the soft blue upholstery. This fancy car had more to offer than that old van Sadie made him ride in every day. He wiggled his fingers at Sadie. Then he saluted.
Sliding sideways and leaning against the window, Rodney propped his feet up on the back of the driver's headrest.
"Home, James,” he said issuing directions to the driver. “I'll take a beer. Make sure it's cold. On second thought, make it a whole case."
Rodney looked at the man's wife. “What's that? You have a daughter who thinks I'm a stud? That doesn't surprise me.” He tapped the woman on the shoulder. “How about you? You want to do me the big favor, too?"
He watched the greenery fly by as the car headed down the highway. Rodney's elbow brushed against the electric controls on the armrest and he placed his fingers on the panel. He toyed with the silver buttons.
"What are you doing? It's too hot to roll the windows down,” the woman said.
"I'm not doing anything."
"You must be. The window in the back seat keeps going up and down.” She craned her neck toward the back seat. “Now they're both going up and down."
The man pulled the car over and shoved the lever into park. “Maybe it's a short in the wiring.” He got out and opened the back door on the driver's side. His wife got out and opened the back door on the passenger's side. They both began pushing buttons along the armrests trying to get the windows to close.
"Are you sure you didn't lean your elbow on the front panel?"
"Of course I'm sure,” he said. “I told you it must be a short in the wiring. Let's take the car back to the rental place. I'm not going to put up with this for a whole week. It's too hot."
They climbed back into the car. Rodney leaned into the front seat and cranked the radio's volume on high. He pointed toward the woman.
"What did you do that for?” she shouted. “You know how much I hate loud music."
Rodney pointed at the driver as the man turned the radio off.
"I didn't do it. There's something wrong with this car."
As the man finished his sentence, Rodney reached for the lever on the steering wheel and spun the wiper dial, kicking the wipers into fast motion. He spread his arms and propped them on the front seats, swiveling his head back and forth between the couple who was now embroiled in a fiery argument.
"I told you not to rent a cheap car. You and your stupid budgets."
"If it wasn't for my so called budgets, we couldn't afford this vacation,” the man snapped.
"You can't take your money with you, if that's what you think.” She shot a nasty glare in his direction.