“But what bad things?” asked Rowan. “You mean what Carlotta did to my mother?”
“I mean the things that Cortland did,” said Gifford. She was shaking now, clearly on the edge of hysterics. “That’s what I mean.” She glared at Ryan, and then at her son, Pierce, and then back at Rowan. “And yes, Carlotta too. They all betrayed your mother. Oh, there are so many things you don’t know.”
“Shhhh, Gifford, too much to drink,” whispered Lily.
“Go inside, Gifford,” said Randall.
Ryan took his wife by the arm, bending to whisper in her ear. Pierce left his place and came around to assist. Together they drew Gifford away from the group.
Felice was whispering anxiously to Magdalene, and someone on the edge of the circle was trying to gather up all the children and get them to come away. A little girl in a pinafore was saying, “I want to know … ”
“I want to know,” said Rowan. “What did they do?”
“Yes, tell us about Stella,” said Beatrice, glancing uneasily at Gifford, who was now crying against Ryan’s shoulder as he tried to lead her farther away.
“They believed in Black Magic, that’s what they did,” said Fielding, “and they believed in the thirteen witches and the doorway, but they never figured out how to make it all work.”
“Well, what did they think it meant?” asked Beatrice. “I think all this is fascinating. Do tell.”
“And you’ll tell it to the whole country club,” said Randall, “just the way you always have.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” said Beatrice. “Is somebody going to come burn one of us at the stake!”
Gifford was being forced into the house by Ryan. Pierce closed the French doors behind them.
“No, I want to know,” said Beatrice, stepping forward and folding her arms. “Stella didn’t know the meaning? Well, who did?”
“Julien,” said Peter. “My grandfather. He knew. He knew and he told Mary Beth. He left it in writing, but Mary Beth destroyed the written record, and she told it to Stella but Stella never really understood.”
“Stella never paid attention to anything,” said Fielding.
“No, never to anything at all,” said Lily sadly. “Poor Stella. She thought it was all parties, and bootleg liquor and her crazy friends.”
“She didn’t believe it all really,” said Fielding. “That was the problem right there. She wanted to play with it. And when something went wrong, she became afraid, and drowned her fears in her bootleg champagne. She saw things that would have convinced anyone, but still she didn’t believe in the doorway or the promise or the thirteen witches until it was too late and Julien and Mary Beth were both gone.”
“So she broke the chain of information?” Rowan asked. “That’s what you’re saying. They’d given her secrets along with the necklace and everything else?”
“The necklace was never all that important,” said Lily. “Carlotta made a big fuss about the necklace. It’s just that you can’t take the necklace away … well, you’re not supposed to take the necklace from the one who inherits it. It’s your necklace and Carlotta had the idea that if she locked up the necklace, she’d put an end to all the strange goings-on, and she made that another one of her useless little battles.”
“And Carlotta knew,” said Peter, glancing a little contemptuously at Fielding. “She knew what the doorway and the thirteen witches meant.”
“How do you know that?” It was Lauren speaking from a slight distance. “Carlotta certainly never talked of anything like that.”
“Of course not, why would she?” said Peter. “I know because Stella told my mother. Carlotta knew and Carlotta wouldn’t help her. Stella was trying to fulfill the old prophecy. And it had nothing to do, by the way, with salvation or hallelujahs. That wasn’t the point at all.”
“Says who?” demanded Fielding.
“Says I, that’s who.”
“Well, what do you know about it?” asked Randall softly with a little touch of sarcasm in his voice. “Cortland himself told me that when they brought the thirteen witches together, the doorway would open between the worlds.”
“Between the worlds!” Peter scoffed. “And what has that got to do with salvation I’d like to know? Cortland didn’t know anything. Any more than Stella. With Cortland it was all after the fact. If Cortland had known he would have helped Stella. Cortland was there. So was I.”
“There when?” asked Fielding scornfully.
“You don’t mean Stella’s parties,” asked Lily.
“Stella was trying to discover the meaning when she held the parties,” said Peter. “And I was there.”
“I never knew that,” said Magdalene. “I never knew you went.”
“How could you have been there?” asked Margaret Ann. “That was a hundred years ago.”
“Oh, no it wasn’t. It was 1928, and I was there,” said Peter. “I was twelve years old when I went, and my father was furious with my mother for allowing it, but I was there. And so was Lauren. Lauren was four years old.”
Lauren gave a little subdued nod of her head. Her eyes seemed dreamy, as if she remembered, but she did not share the drama of the moment.
“Stella picked thirteen of us,” said Peter, “and it was based on our powers-you know, the old psychic gifts-to read minds, to see spirits, and to move matter.”
“And I suppose you can do all that,” scoffed Fielding. “And that’s why I always beat you at poker.”
Peter shook his head. “There wasn’t anyone who could do it like Stella. Except Cortland, perhaps, but even he was weaker than Stella. And then there was Big Pierce, he had the touch, he really did, but he was young and entirely under Stella’s domination. The rest of us were merely the best she could muster. That’s why she had to have Lauren. Lauren had a strong touch of it, and Stella didn’t want to waste even that much of a chance. And we were all gathered together in that house, and the purpose was to open the doorway. And when we formed our circle and we began to envision the purpose, he was to appear, and he was to come through and be there with us. And he wouldn’t be a ghost anymore. He’d be entering into this very world.”
A little hush fell over them. Beatrice stared at Peter as if he himself were a ghost. Fielding too studied Peter with seeming incredulity and maybe even a sneer.
Randall’s face was impassive, behind its massive wrinkles.
“Rowan doesn’t know what you’re talking about,” said Lily.
“No, and I think we should stop all this,” said Anne Marie.
“She knows,” said Randall, looking directly at Rowan.
Rowan looked at Peter. “What do you mean that he would come into this very world?” she asked.
“He wouldn’t be a spirit any longer, that’s what I mean. Not just to appear but to remain, to be … physical.”
Randall was studying Rowan, as if there was something he couldn’t quite determine.
Fielding gave a dry little laugh, a superior laugh. “Stella must have made up that part. That wasn’t what my father told me. Saved, that’s what he said. All those who were part of the pact would be saved. I remember hearing him tell my mother.”
“What else did your father tell you?” Rowan asked.
“Oh, you don’t believe all this!” asked Beatrice. “Good Lord, Rowan.”
“Don’t take it seriously, Rowan!” said Anne Marie.
“Stella was a sad case, my dear,” said Lily.
Fielding shook his head. “Saved, that’s what my father said. They’d all be saved when the doorway was opened. And it was a riddle, and Mary Beth didn’t know the real meaning any more than anyone else. Carlotta swore she’d figured it out, but that wasn’t true. She only wanted to torment Stella. I don’t even think Julien knew.”