“What did she say?”
“Oh, Allison was going on and on about a trip she and some man were planning to his family’s villa on Capri. It was a bit boring for everyone listening. No one at the table had been to Capri, and June was just getting over the flu and feeling rotten. Anyway, June asked why all these rich and good-looking men never came to Hancock. I don’t remember what Allison answered, but she implied that Hancock was just too, too suburban and she didn’t think her lovers would be happy there.”
“How did June react to that?”
“I remember looking over at her and realizing that she was absolutely furious. But she didn’t say anything.”
“Did you think that was odd?”
“Not really. It was Thanksgiving. All our kids were there, as well as Jed’s mother and Jerry’s parents. No one wanted a family argument erupting in the middle of the meal. It was almost as though Allison knew she could say anything she wanted to say and get away with it.”
“Did Jerry’s parents like June?” Kathleen asked, changing the subject.
“I guess so. I never thought about it… although I do remember Jed saying that there was some sort of argument or conflict or something the night before they were married. To tell you the truth, I don’t remember the details-if I knew them.”
“You were there?”
“Yes. I was a bridesmaid-hideous green polyester satin dress and a big floppy straw hat with ribbons down the back. All I needed were some sheep. I hated it. You know, I met Allison at that wedding. She was maid of honor and hated her dress as much as, if not more, than I did. The female attendants wore various shades of green. Mine was jade-ugly, but not bad. Hers was sort of dark avocado. She thought it looked like she was wearing a refrigerator-and it did, sort of.”
“Ugh.”
“Yes. Who-”
The door opened and both women turned around, expecting to see the maid again. But Jed stood there. He looked exhausted.
EIGHTEEN
“How’s Jerry?” Kathleen asked immediately.
“How are you? You look exhausted!” Susan cried.
“Jerry’s just fine. He was just getting ready to take a nap when I left him. I promised I’d be back in an hour or so. The kitchen here is going to pack up a lunch to bring him.”
“So you came back just to pick up lunch?” Kathleen asked, sounding dubious.
“That was an excuse. I came back to give you two a message. And I’d be a lot happier if I had some idea what message I’m supposed to be delivering.”
“What?” Kathleen and Susan asked simultaneously.
“Look, Kathleen, you’ve been there, you know how it is with Jerry. There’s absolutely no privacy and no way to talk without being overheard. The doors and windows are louvered. Anyone could be standing right outside and listening to anything we say. And a guard remained in the room for the entire time I was there, as well.”
“So you couldn’t write each other notes or whisper or anything like that,” Susan guessed.
“Exactly. We kind of stood around together and commented on the weather and stuff until Jerry suggested playing cards.”
“We thought that didn’t sound like you two,” Kathleen explained.
“It isn’t, but once we started, I realized it was a brilliant idea on his part. We played and chatted, trying to sound casual. At first, I didn’t realize what was going on.”
“What was going on?” Kathleen asked.
“A whole lot-at least, that’s what I started thinking on the drive back here. The most important thing is that Jerry kept mentioning you, Kathleen. And in sort of a negative way.”
“What?”
“That’s not what I was trying to say.” Jed ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that to sound so awful. Jerry kept mentioning you, Kath, and after a while, I realized he was trying to give me a message.”
“What message?” Susan asked.
“What sort of negative things was he saying?” was Kathleen’s question.
“He kept saying things like Kathleen shouldn’t go out in the kayaks here. That it’s too dangerous. And that he didn’t want Kathleen to swim in the ocean. That he thought that might be dangerous, too. Frankly, I thought he was getting a bit paranoid. I said something about you going out kayaking,” Jed explained to his wife. “And Jerry said that was just fine. That Susan was safe kayaking and being in the ocean and Kathleen wasn’t.”
“I swim as well as Susan,” Kathleen protested.
“But I don’t believe Jerry was talking about the ocean. I think he was talking about looking into Allison’s murder. I think he thought that Susan should and you shouldn’t.”
“Why? Does he think I will find out something about him that he doesn’t want me to know?” Kathleen asked bitterly.
“I don’t think that’s what he was saying at all,” Susan protested. “I think he was trying to warn Kathleen.”
“About what?” Kathleen asked.
“I think he wants you to stay put inside the cottage. I think he thinks you might be in danger.”
“Oh, please. I’m not going to fall off a kayak. I’m not going to drown in the ocean. And I sure as shit am not going to sit in my cottage and twiddle my thumbs while Jerry is under arrest on an island in the Caribbean. Period.”
Susan nodded approvingly. “Of course not.
“So what else did Jerry tell you?” she asked, turning her attention to her husband.
“I think-but I’m not sure-that he was trying to tell me something about the cardplayers.”
“What cardplayers?” Kathleen asked.
“Those two couples who are always playing bridge?” Susan guessed.
“I don’t know which couples you mean, but you know how I am about people.”
Susan nodded. She did. He was unobservant. Not in a normal husband “have you worn that dress before? when she’d worn it weekly for over three years” sort of way, but in a “who was sitting next to us last night when that happened” sort of way. It was unlikely that her husband would have noticed two bridge-playing couples in their mid-sixties. “So what did Jerry say about them?”
“He didn’t say anything about them. He just kept talking about playing cards. At first he said maybe we should find a deck and play a game, that it was amazing how you could play cards and think and talk about something else.”
“So?”
“So I called a guard and asked if he could find us a deck of cards. There were two guards right outside Jerry’s door playing cards when I arrived, so I knew there wouldn’t be any trouble finding us a deck.”
“So?”
“Look, even after I had brought the cards and after we started playing, he kept talking about how interesting it is what people say when they’re playing cards. I thought he was trying to make a point-so I would listen to what he was saying. But he kept repeating himself over and over. It finally occurred to me that maybe he was trying to make a point about something back here.”
“And you’re sure he said the important thing is what people talk about when they play cards?” Susan asked.
“I can’t be sure of anything, hon. It’s possible that he was just making sure that I was listening carefully to what he was saying. And if that’s true, all he’s worried about is keeping Kathleen indoors.”
“And since I’m not going to do that, I guess we can ignore the entire thing,” Kathleen said.
“Do you want to come see him when I take back his lunch?” Jed asked her.
Kathleen hesitated. “I love being with him.”
“You know he would love to see you,” Susan said.
“And you might understand what he’s trying to tell you better than I do,” Jed added.
“On the other hand, those people who wrote us notes are expecting to talk to both of us,” Kathleen pointed out.