“My brother held Hal close always, because Zeus knew he was the only child he’d ever have. Zeus took some tests, but it was as the army docs had predicted, a sperm count close to zero. He always made out like it didn’t bother him, but a Greek guy, one like Zisis? Everything he did in life, I think, came from the fact that his nuts would have been more useful making noise in a couple of maracas.”
“Something to prove?” Evon asked.
“Exactly. Building all of these vast shopping malls, remaking the landscape. And naturally he fucked every woman he could find to say yes, and a few who may have only been thinking about it.”
Evon still marveled at these stories of Zeus as mob crony and philanderer. The Zeus she knew originally was the myth Hal created, undoubtedly with his father’s influence. That Zeus was not merely the kind of man Hal aspired to be, but someone to whom he would always rank second. The irony, Evon was realizing, was that no matter how much of a brat, Hal probably was the better person. If money hadn’t magnified his worst traits, people would even have described Hal as a good guy.
“Well, what about Dita?”
“Oh, she was Zeus’s. I don’t know exactly how they did it. I think the doctors sucked him out with a vacuum or something several times and saved it, and then turned Hermione upside down and shot it into her from a fire hose.”
“Really?”
“Of course not.” Unseeing, Teri still looked around to enjoy her laugh at Evon’s expense. “It was some fertility treatment. What had happened was our dad was diagnosed with lung cancer in the early fifties. And even then the doctors, the ones who knew anything, blamed cigarettes. We all smoked like we should have had brick chimneys on our heads, Zeus and my dad and mom and me, and Zeus took it in mind that if he stopped cold my dad would, too. Our dad, he was way too big an asshole to do something like that, even for his son, so he croaked himself instead. But apparently, smoking can also fry your nuts. Who knew? But some little cupcake Zeus had been balling comes to him about 1956 for money for an abortion. He was sure she was running a scam, but rather than tell her the truth, he goes off for another test, and lo and behold, there are quite a few little beasties swimming around in his spunk now. So that’s where Dita comes from, eventually.”
“Well, she’s not Zeus’s only child,” Evon said.
In her big turquoise glasses, Teri looked through the haze of her own smoke trying to make out what little she could of Evon.
“I figured that had to come out in the wash, too.”
“And how did that happen?” Evon asked.
“Well, dear, I think he put his nasty where it didn’t belong.” Teri got another good chuckle over herself. “You know, you look back, you’re always amazed by what went past you. I always knew Zeus and Lidia took quite a shine to one another when we were all kids. Not that anything could come of it. There was always one of those burning-hot old-country grudges between the families. Lidia’s people, they didn’t have the spit to wet their palms, but they still took some pride in looking down on the Kronons. I was sixteen before I set foot in her house. Lidia and me, we just all the time met up at the library.” ‘Li-berry,’ Teri pronounced it.
“At church with the youth group, the priest, Father Demos, he was sweet-natured but not up to these city kids. He’d be talking to himself and one couple or another would sneak off to the choir room. We all did it some. It was sort of like playing spin the bottle. I took my turns, too. That was how I started to figure I was barking up the wrong tree. The boys just left me cold.” Teri laughed out loud at the memory, proud of the defiance if nothing else. But Evon knew that for a woman of Teri’s age to say that, even to herself, had taken considerable courage.
“Anyway, Zeus and Lidia, I knew they were taking more turns than others. But twenty years later, I figured everybody had grown up and moved on, and my Lidia, she needed a job. You got more use out of a spare tire than anybody could of Mickey with his messed-up heart.
“Lidia, when I finally heard the story from her, many years on, she made it sound like Zeus had his way with her, but I never got an answer when I asked how many times exactly she got herself taken advantage of.” Teri cackled for a second. She loved the way sex made idiots out of everybody. She was on her brother’s side in a determinedly old-fashioned way. But Lidia was the sole support of her family, without any choices. Zeus was, politely put, a complete asshole. “Anyway, she got herself knocked up and never said a word to Zeus, or me for that matter. Probably didn’t want to turn me against my brother.”
“And what about Mickey, her husband? Did he know?”
“Well, sick as he was, everybody kind of took it as one hell of a surprise when Lidia got pregnant, but he always acted happy about it. Course after I knew the real story, it made me wonder how big a cluck he could have been. While she was pregnant, she was always whispering to her closest friends how he could still manage about a minute’s worth, but even then I wondered. But she must have convinced him. You can never tell what people will choose to believe.
“Right after Mickey’s surgery, it was like the twins’ second birthday party, and Mickey was drunk, and started in how they were no children of his, and Lidia, who usually would go crazy angry when she was upset, she just got weepy on him. ‘Don’t say that, Mickey. Why would you say something like that? They’re yours and you know that. You can’t be saying things like that.’ Pretty soon he was bawling, too, and begging her to forgive him. Even when he started breathing fire about Zeus a few years later, he never said anything about my brother touching his wife. That’s another thing you can’t tell Hal-that those boys are Zeus’s. Can you imagine? They are, he isn’t. You’d have to post guards at the windows.”
Evon’s instinct was the same as Teri’s. Not only would Hal be devastated, he was likely eventually to go into one of his bewildering tailspins, obsessing over the legal complications that might entitle the twins to some share of Zeus’s estate. Evon and Tim had agreed that the best solution when they finally spoke to Hal was to stay on the subject-the tests showed the blood at the scene was from neither of the Gianis twins. That might be shock enough to keep Hal from asking his usual sideways questions. Hal was preoccupied anyway these days, inasmuch as his bankers were raising questions about the YourHouse deal that Hal and his lawyers felt should have been posed before the closing.
“If we end up having to tell him the blood is a woman’s,” Evon said, “he’s not going to leave it at that. He’ll want to know who killed his sister-and what Lidia had to do with it.”
Teri shifted back among the silk pillows, trying again to get an eye on Evon.
“And why say that?”
“It has to be Lidia’s blood at the scene. The twins have a type-B parent, and it wasn’t your brother. Lidia wore an Easton class ring on her right hand that would have left that circular bruise on Dita’s cheek. And you can see now why she was desperate to stop Cass’s relationship with Dita. Tim and I are beginning to wonder if Cass pled guilty to keep his mother out of prison.”
Teri pursed her bright mouth and shook her head adamantly.
“Lidia didn’t kill my niece.”
“And Cass did?” Evon asked.
“Hon, I’m just like you. I wasn’t there. But I’ve known Lidia Gianis my entire life, and I’ve heard all of her secrets by now. And she didn’t kill my niece. Worse comes to worst, I’ll tell Hal the same thing. She’d say it to you herself, if she could, poor thing. I still go over there to see her, when I can stand it. The caregivers, they dress her up and move her around as if she was a doll. But her brain is like the stuff you scrape out of a cantaloupe. Breaks my heart. She can still talk some, if you don’t mind hearing the same thing five times in a minute. But she didn’t kill Dita.”
Evon struggled with this a second. Teri had clearly not reached the end of what she knew, but the old lady wasn’t going to share the rest, and Evon had no place to demand it.