They walked into the library, now empty of guests. “What was that all about?” he asked.
“Oh, it was nothing,” she said. “Just Tim being Tim.”
Stone nodded toward the gun cabinet near the fireplace. “I hope those are loaded,” he said.
“My father always kept them that way,” she replied, “but you keep your hands in your pockets.”
49
T hey lay on their backs in bed, naked, holding hands.
“Well,” Stone said, “that seemed to go very well.”
“Did it?” Arrington asked, sighing. “I hardly noticed. I didn’t have the time.”
“Tell me about Tim Rutledge,” he said. “What did he want from you?”
“Guess,” she said.
“Was that all?”
“Was that all?!”
“Not to undervalue your virtue, but somehow it seemed more complicated than that.”
“He wants not just my virtue but my house and my fortune.”
“Did you explain that those things were already committed?”
“I did so, and succinctly, but he wouldn’t take ‘No, not now, not ever, now get out!’ for an answer. You arrived just in time.”
“Are there any other former lovers lurking about that I should be wary of?”
“No, and he is included in that category because, for a year, you weren’t around.”
“I wasn’t invited.”
“Well, I was busy, I guess, and he was around. Constantly.”
“Did you give him hope for the future?”
“I did not. On the contrary, I actively and explicitly discouraged any thought of the future.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to feel sorry for him.”
“Oh, he’ll have moved on to someone else by next week-probably a married woman, that being his specialty. He’s known among the local matrons as ‘The Prong.’”
Stone laughed.
“Oh, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Arrington said. “We have a family plot in the local churchyard. You’re welcome to join us.”
“Is that where you wish to rest for eternity?”
“It’s quite pretty, really.”
“I always thought I’d like to be scattered somewhere.”
“After cremation, I suppose.”
“Yes, cremation obviates dismemberment.”
“Scattered where?”
“Someplace beautiful. Off the dock at the Maine house would be nice.”
“I liked that house,” she said. “The cousin who bequeathed it to you had very good taste in houses.”
“Yes, he did.”
“You get bequeathed a lot of things, don’t you? Houses, paintings, airplanes.”
“I do. I’m fortunate in my family and friends.”
“Do you want me to tell you about my will?”
“No, I’d rather know nothing, thank you.”
“Not everything is in it. I’d better tell you a few other things. I’d been meaning to write a letter, and I may yet, but mostly it’s about how you would deal with Peter in my absence, should that ever occur.”
“I am statistically likely to precede you into the Promised Land, but go ahead.”
“I’m concerned that Peter might have too much, too soon, and I like your idea of keeping things in trust until he’s thirty-five, so I put that in there. You have the authority, however, to deal with that as you wish, up until he’s thirty-five.”
“Thank you. I’ll try to keep a tight rein on things.”
“I don’t think that will be hard, since he never seems to think about money, unless it’s in connection with his filming budget. I just don’t want a truckload of cash dumped on him before he knows something about handling it.”
“I understand, and I entirely agree.”
They were quiet for a moment.
“Is that it?” Stone asked.
“I’m thinking,” she said. “Give me a minute.”
“All right.”
“Give my jewelry, in reasonable amounts, to Peter’s wife, when he marries. Funny, but I’ve been thinking about Hattie as Peter’s future wife, which is silly, I suppose.”
“We can wish for that,” Stone said. “They seem very well suited to each other.”
“But they’re so young!”
“And getting older every day,” Stone said. “He says she’s smarter than he is.”
“No!” Arrington said. “I’ve never heard him say that about anybody !”
“He’s probably never met anybody who’s that smart,” Stone pointed out.
“There is that,” Arrington admitted. “He’s spent his whole life stunning me, on an almost daily basis, with his precocity.”
“I’m beginning to get used to that,” Stone said.
“Really? I never have.”
“I still have difficulty thinking of him as a child.”
“Well, he is. You’ll see that in him, eventually. It comes out at the damnedest times.”
“He’s going to be gone before I get to know him fully,” Stone said. “I want to spend some time with him in Maine this summer, teach him to sail. He already wants to learn to fly.”
“Fly? He doesn’t even drive yet!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to let him even take lessons until he’s at least eighteen. Once he starts at Yale, he’ll be too wrapped up in work to even think about it.”
“I hope you’re right, though I think he has traits that will make him a good pilot. He’s organized and detail-oriented, and, of course, he learns with blinding speed.”
“We’ve had only one flight in my Mustang, coming down here, and he seems already to have grasped the avionics pretty well.”
“That’s the sort of thing he does.” She yawned. “I’m sleepy,” she said.
“Then go to sleep.”
“No making love?”
“We’ll save it until the morning.”
“All right.”
“I have a date to go riding with Peter and Hattie at eight. Do you want to come?” he asked.
“No, I’m going to sleep until lunchtime. That’ll give the staff time to make the house pristine again. I don’t want to see it until then.” She yawned again, then her breathing became regular.
Stone was not far behind. He dreamed about Peter and Hattie and, maybe, a grandchild. Then there was something unpleasant, something shocking, but when he jerked awake he couldn’t remember what it was. It took him an unusually long time to get back to sleep, and when he awoke the following morning he was tired, as if he hadn’t slept at all.
50
S tone showered, dressed, and went downstairs to the kitchen, where he sat, alone, at the long table and waited for his breakfast to be cooked. Then Peter and Hattie joined him and placed their orders.
“Beautiful day outside,” Stone said.
“Great day for riding,” Peter replied.
Hattie was quiet.
“Did you sleep well, Hattie?”
“All right, I guess.”
“Ready to greet the new day on horseback?”
“Sure.”
“Did you two have a good time at the party?” Stone asked.
“Oh, yes,” Peter said. “But I knew hardly any of those people.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to spend any time with them. I think your mother had the housewarming just so that they wouldn’t be angling for invitations to see the house.”
“Get it all over at once, huh?” Peter said.
“Right.”
“Hattie, did you meet anyone you liked?”
“Not really,” Hattie replied, “but I met someone I didn’t like.”
“And who might that have been?”
“That architect fellow.”
“Ah, yes. I don’t think you’ll be seeing him again.”
“Why? Did someone shoot him?”
“Not yet,” Stone replied.
Peter laughed. “Mom didn’t seem to be very happy to see him.”
“Had you met him before?” Stone asked.
“Just once. He came over when I was home from school last Easter to talk to Mom about how the house was going. I didn’t like him then, either.”
They finished breakfast and left by the rear door to walk over to the stable. A groom had their horses saddled, and they mounted and walked down the trail through the woods, warming up the horses in the chill air before leaving the woods and cantering across the fields.