Cassie sat on the grass, sucking her fingers while inspecting a pink plastic doll. Doll clothes were strewn on the grass. Cindy sat nearby, cross-legged.
Vicki said, “Guess so.”
“What’s that?”
“Guess you’ve earned your stripes.”
“Guess we both have.”
“Yeah... You know I wasn’t too happy having to take that lie detector.”
“I can imagine.”
“Answering all those questions — being thought of like that.” She shook her head. “That was really hurtful.”
“The whole thing was hurtful,” I said. “He set it up that way.”
“Yeah... I guess he knocked us all around — using my bunnies. They should have capital punishment for people like that. I’m gonna enjoy getting up on the stand and telling the world about him. When do you think that’ll happen — the trial?”
“Probably within a few months.”
“Probably... Okay, have fun. Talk to you later.”
“Any time, Vicki.”
“Any time what?”
“Any time you want to talk.”
“I’ll bet.” She grinned. “I’ll just bet. You and me talky-talking — wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
She slapped me lightly on the back and turned around. I stepped out onto the patio.
Cassie looked at me, then returned to the naked doll. She was barefoot and had on red shorts and a pink T-shirt patterned with silver hearts. Her hair was topknotted and her face was grimy. She appeared to have gained a little weight.
Cindy uncrossed her legs and stood without effort. She wore shorts, too. The skimpy white ones I’d seen at her house, below a white T-shirt. Her hair was loose and brushed straight back from her forehead. She’d broken out a bit on her cheeks and chin, and tried to patch it with makeup.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi.” I smiled and got down on the ground with Cassie. Cindy stood there for a moment, then walked into the house. Cassie turned to watch her, lifted her chin and opened her mouth.
“Mommy’ll be right back,” I said, and lifted her onto my lap.
She resisted for a moment. I let go. When she made no attempt to get off, I put one hand around her soft little waist and held her. She didn’t move for a while; then she said,
“Ho-ee.”
“Horsey ride?”
“Ho-ee.”
“Big horsey or little horsey?”
“Ho-ee.”
“Okay, here we go, little horsey.” I bounced her gently. “Giddyap.”
“Gi-ap.”
She bounced harder and I moved my knee a little faster. She giggled and threw her arms up into the air. Her topknot tickled my nose on each assent.
“Giii-ahp! Giii-ahhp!”
When we stopped, she laughed, scrambled off my lap, and toddled toward the house. I followed her into the kitchen. The room was half the size of the one on Dunbar Drive and furnished with tired-looking appliances. Vicki stood by the sink, one arm elbow-deep in a chromium coffeepot.
She said, “Well, look what the wind blew in.” The arm in the pot kept rotating.
Cassie ran to the refrigerator and tried to pull it open. She wasn’t successful and began to fuss.
Vicki put the pot down, along with a piece of scouring cloth, and placed her hands on her hips. “And what do you want, young lady?”
Cassie looked up at her and pointed to the fridge.
“We have to talk to get things around here, Miss Jonesy.”
Cassie pointed again.
“Sorry, I don’t understand pointy-language.”
“Eh!”
“What kind of eh? Potato or tomato?”
Cassie shook her head.
“Lamb or jam?” said Vicki. “Toast or roast, juice or moose?”
Giggle.
“Well, what is it? An ice cream or a sunbeam?”
“Eye-ee.”
“What’s that? Speak up.”
“Eye-ee!”
“I thought so.”
Vicki opened the freezer compartment and took out a quart container.
“Mint chip,” she said to me, frowning. “Frozen toothpaste, if you ask me, but she loves it — all the kids do. You want some?”
“No, thanks.”
Cassie danced a quick little two-step of anticipation.
“Let’s sit down at the table, young lady, and eat like a human being.”
Cassie toddled to the table. Vicki put her on a chair, then pulled a tablespoon out of a drawer and began to scoop ice cream.
“Sure you don’t want some?” she asked me.
“I’m sure, thanks.”
Cindy came in, drying her hands on a paper towel.
“Snack time, Mom,” said Vicki. “Probably ruin her dinner, but she did pretty good on lunch. Okay with you?”
“Sure,” said Cindy. She smiled at Cassie, kissed the top of her head.
“I cleaned out the coffeepot,” said Vicki. “Down to the dregs. Want some more?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Probably go out later to Von’s. Need anything?”
“No, I’m fine, Vicki. Thanks.”
Vicki set a bowl of ice cream in front of Cassie and pressed the round part of the spoon into the green, speckled mass.
“Let me soften this up — then you can go at it.”
Cassie licked her lips again and bounced in her chair. “Eye-ee!”
Cindy said, “Enjoy, sweetie-pie. I’ll be outside if you need me.”
Cassie waved bye-bye and turned to Vicki.
Vicki said, “Eat up. Enjoy yourself.”
I went back outside. Cindy was standing against the fence. Dirt was clumped up around the redwood slats and she imbedded her toes in it.
“God, it’s hot,” she said, brushing hair out of her eyes.
“Sure is. Any questions today?”
“No... not really. She seems to be fine... I guess it’ll be... I guess when he’s on trial is when it’s going to be hard, right? All the attention.”
“Harder for you than her,” I said. “We’ll be able to keep her out of the limelight.”
“Yeah... I guess so.”
“Not that the press won’t try to get pictures of both of you. It may mean moving around a bit — more rented houses — but she can be shielded.”
“That’s okay — that’s all I care about. How’s Dr. Eves?”
“I spoke to her last night. She said she’d be coming by this evening.”
“When’s she leaving for Washington?”
“Couple of weeks.”
“Was moving something she planned or just...”
“You’d have to ask her that,” I said. “But I know it didn’t have anything directly to do with you.”
“Directly,” she said. “What does that mean?”
“Her moving was personal, Cindy. Nothing to do with you or Cassie.”
“She’s a nice lady — kind of... intense. But I liked her. I guess she’ll be coming back for the trial.”
“Yes, she will.”
A citrus smell drifted over from the orange tree. White blossoms dusted the grass at the tree’s base, fruit that would never be. She opened her mouth to speak, but shielded her lips with her hand instead.
I said, “You suspected him, didn’t you?”
“Me? I — Why do you say that?”
“The last couple of times we talked, before the arrest, I felt you wanted to tell me something but were holding back. You just had that same look now.”
“I–It really wasn’t suspicion. You just wonder — I started to wonder, that’s all.”
She stared at the dirt. Kicked it again.
“When did you start wondering?” I said.
“I don’t know — it’s hard to remember. You think you know someone and then things happen... I don’t know.”