“Sorry, I forgot about the ribs. Listen, why don’t you come back to Atlanta with me? I’ve gotten sort of used to having you around.”
Howell put his hands on her shoulders. “That’s very tempting, but you and I have different fish to fry for a while. When this story breaks, you’re going to have to spend some time dealing with fame, not to mention fortune. Me, well, I think I’ve got a shot at recapturing something I thought I had lost. I’m not sure I could do it if anyone were watching.”
“I guess you’re right,” she replied, and kissed him lightly. “I’ll miss you, though.”
“That’s nice to hear,” Howell said. “Listen, Scotty, there was something going on between you and Bo last night that I never got a handle on. What was it?”
Scotty grinned ruefully. “Well, that was something between father and daughter, I guess you’d have to say. Maybe I’ll tell you about it one of these days.” She sighed. “I’m going to have him buried in his family plot, next to his mother. There’s nobody else to do it, and I guess it’s my job.”
Howell nodded. “You might think about putting Eric Sutherland alongside them. The three of them never found much peace together in life, but somehow, it seems right.”
“That makes sense. I’ll get Mac to make the arrangements.”
There was a knock at the cabin door. Howell went to answer it and found Leonie Kelly standing there. He turned to Scotty and McCauliffe. “Will you excuse us for a few minutes?” He walked her out onto the deck.
“I heard about Bo,” she said. “It’s all over the town; but what happened here?” she asked, picking her way through the broken glass.
Howell told her about his and Scotty’s experiences of the night before. “You’re the only person I know, apart from your mother, who would believe it,” he said. “I don’t think Mac does, and we gave a laundered version to the state patrol.”
“Mama died early this morning,” Leonie said. “Just before dawn.”
“I’m sorry. She was quite a lady.”
“It was a relief. She took a long time about it. She was waiting for things to be resolved here.” Leonie looked out over the lake.
“It’s a peculiar thing,” Howell reflected, looking out over the lake. “The symmetry of everything that’s happened here is remarkable. The same things kept happening to the different players – what went on in the valley; the steps two women – Bo’s mother and you – took independently to avoid it; murder – Bo’s mother, the O’Coineen family, Sutherland; and now, within the past forty-eight hours, three of the players in the game – Sutherland, Bo, and your mother have died, two of them leaving written accounts in a last minute attempt to set things straight.”
“Mama wouldn’t have found that remarkable,” Leonie said. “She would have regarded a lot of what happened as evil, but all of it as natural, as human nature; and she would have regarded the outcome as the most natural thing of all – perfect justice. In fact, she said something like that just before she died.”
“What did she say?”
“She looked at us – we were all in her room – and smiled, and said, ”I can go, now, it’s all been put right.“ ”
“Not quite,” Howell said, “but it will be put right before the day’s out. I’ve already talked with Enda McCauliffe about setting something up for the baby.”
“I’ve told you… ”
“By the way, was Denham White once in love with you?”
She nodded. “His family wouldn’t let us marry. I don’t blame them, really. I don’t blame Denham, either. I suppose I was trying to use him to find a way out of here. That was before I realized that this is where I belong. I still have a family to take care of. But I don’t need your…”
“No, listen to me. You were right last night; I’ve always found it too easy to move on and let other people sort out my responsibilities. It’s time I stopped that. In a few days I’m coming into a bunch of money for a job I’m doing, and it’s going to Mac’s office to help the child later on. Mac knows it’s my baby, too, and I’ve told him I don’t care who else knows. I may not be able to be a perfect father to him, but I can give him my name and find ways to help him get through his life.” He took her shoulders and turned her to him. “I want to do that, do you understand?” Howell didn’t want Lurton Pitts’s money any more, and doing this for Leonie made him feel less ashamed of the way he had earned it.
She nodded and put her arms around his waist.
He yelped in pain. “Watch it, I think I’ve cracked something in there.”
She put a hand on his ribs, at the center of the pain. “Yes, you have,” she said. She put her arms around him again and held him gently to her body.
Howell felt once again the amazing warmth he had felt when she had healed his back. A moment later, she stood back and looked at him.
“I think you can take off the bandage now,” she smiled. She kissed him on the cheek.
Howell took a tentative breath, then another, deeper one. “I think you’re right,” he said, but she was already walking down the stairs and turning toward the truck. He watched her drive away, then went back into the cabin.
“I’ve been on the phone to the paper,” Scotty said triumphantly. “Would you believe they’re sending a chopper up here for me and the film? We’ve only got the first two rolls I shot, but that’s got just about everything on it.”
“Good for you,” Howell laughed, and hugged her.
“I’d better get into town and get my stuff together,” she said. “They’ll be at the airport in a hour.”
Howell kissed her. “Get going, then.”
“Listen, we’ll see each other in Atlanta, won’t we?”
“From time to time, no doubt.”
“That’s not often enough,” she said, punching him playfully in the ribs. “Jesus, I’m sorry, I forgot.”
Howell pulled out his shirttail. “Undo this, will you?”
Scotty undipped the bandage and unwound it from his ribcage. “Shouldn’t you leave this on?”
Howell pounded on his chest and took several deep breaths. “Don’t need it,” he crowed.
“There isn’t even any bruising!” she said. “There sure was when I wrapped you up this morning. I thought you’d be weeks… ” Then she stopped. “Oh, I see; Mama Kelly.”
“Well, sort of, by long distance I guess. She died this morning, just about the time Bo did, I suspect.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Scotty said. “I never even met her, but I could sure feel her in that house yesterday.” She cocked her head to one side. “Listen, what was going on between you and Leonie? There was something going on there, I know it.”
“I’ll tell you about it some time,” he grinned. “And you ought to get to know her better, when you’re back up here. She’s your cousin, you know.”
“I guess she is, at that.”
“So are Dermot and Brian and Mary,” he said, more soberly. “When you get used to the idea of being a wealthy woman, you ought to think about doing something for them. After all, if it hadn’t been for their mother, you wouldn’t be the filthy capitalist you are, now.”
“I’ll do that,” she said. “Listen, I don’t want to get all maudlin, now, but I’m awfully grateful to you for getting me through this alive. I’ll call you for lunch next week and thank you properly, okay?”
“I’d better call you,” Howell said. “I’m not sure just where I’ll be.”
“I think I know,” she said, “but let me hear from you.” Then she grabbed her two precious rolls of film and fled.
A couple of days later, Howell threw the last of his gear into the back of the station wagon and shut the tailgate. He went back into the cabin, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
“Bob Allen, please.” There was a click and some ringing.
“Allen.”
“Hello, Bob, it’s John Howell.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. A voice from the past. You got my note, huh?”