“Quilla.” She shook Nolan’s hand. As she did so she gazed mysteriously at Nolan’s hand saying, “Did you touch my Aunt’s body?”
Nolan glanced quickly at me, then back at Quilla. “Yes.”
“With both hands?”
“Yes.”
“With your bare hands?”
“I wear gloves.”
“Could I hold your other hand?”
Again, Nolan shot me a fast glance, then looked back at Quilla. “I, uh, guess so.” He extended his left hand. Quilla took it into her own left hand, then she closed her eyes, almost as if she were in a trance.
Again, Nolan looked at me, arching his eyebrows and looking bemused. I shrugged my shoulders, equally perplexed. I watched Quilla hold Nolan’s hands. She seemed to be alternately squeezing and tugging at his fingers, as if she were trying to pull some kind of vibe or life from them. Quilla opened her eyes after about fifteen seconds. She was trying to hold back tears.
“I can feel her presence,” she said happily, smiling broadly. Then she abruptly released Nolan’s hands and grabbed him around the waist, hugging him.
Nolan again looked at me, his eyes bulging, mouth open. He raised his arms from his sides, unsure of what he was supposed to do, not that I blame him. Quilla’s sudden outburst of physicality would have thrown me too. As she continued to hold him Nolan held his arms aloft, not sure if he should hug her back or of what she would do next. After another fifteen or twenty seconds, Quilla let go of him and stepped back, now noticeably crying, but smiling with equal passion. “Despite all the time she was in that mausoleum, could you still see how pretty my Aunt was?”
Without missing a beat, Nolan said, “It’s amazing you ask that because when I got my first look at your dear Aunt I was taken by how beautiful she was.”
“Really?” squealed Quilla as if she were five years old.
“After all the years there was a certain amount of… disturbance to the body…which is natural, but it was easy to tell that she must have been a stunning young woman.”
I was touched by Nolan’s decision to shield Quilla from the truth about her Aunt’s remains. After nine years in the unprotected environment of a twelve-foot square mausoleum they were largely skeletal, with little flesh remaining.
Nolan looked at his watch, then said, “Meanwhile, young lady, I’d better be getting back to my work.”
“Thank you, Mister Fowler,” she said firmly.
“You’re welcome.” He stepped back and was about to return to the embalming room when Quilla said to me, “Is Nolan the person Viper will be talking to?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” I said. Nolan stopped and looked at me, another look of bemused curiosity on his face. “But I haven’t brought the subject up yet to him.”
“What subject?” asked Nolan.
“Quilla has a friend who’s interested in getting into the trade,” I said. “Could he stop by and talk to you?”
“I don’t know,” said Nolan uncomfortably. “I’m not sure how much help I’d be.” He flashed me a quick look, his eyes asking me, “Should I do this?”
I arched my eyebrows and tilted my head a bit, as if to say, “It’s your call, man.”
“You’d be a great help,” said Quilla. “He doesn’t know anything about what you do except what he’s seen in dumb horror movies.” She looked at Nolan with great expectancy.
“Well, have him give me a call and I’ll sit him down.”
“Cool-cool,” said Quilla.
“What’d you say his name was?”
“Viper. I mean Lester. Lester Petrovich.”
Nolan eased up, almost relaxed. “I know a Petrovich. Harry Petrovich. Owns Petrovich Heating and Cooling. He installed central heating and air conditioning in my house.”
“That’s Viper’s uncle. Viper works part-time for him.”
Nolan smiled. “Small world.”
I reached into my pocket and gave Quilla my business card. “Give this to Viper. It has our number on it.” As Quilla took the card Nolan used the opportunity to wave good-bye and move the few steps to the embalming room.
“Bye Nolan,” said Quilla, smiling at him warmly.
“Bye-bye,” he said and disappeared into his work space.
I looked at Quilla. “Did meeting Nolan accomplish what you wanted?”
“I didn’t know what I wanted to accomplish. I just knew that I wanted to touch the last person who touched Aunt Brandy.” She smiled. I guess I’ll go now.”
“I’ll drop you somewhere.”
“No. I want to walk. I feel like being alone now. Besides, Viper’s therapist isn’t that far from here.”
I walked her upstairs and out the rear entrance to the Home. She brought up the meeting with Perry. Again, I told her I would try to set something up as soon as possible and that I’d call her. We said good-bye. I went back to the embalming room to ask Nolan a question. He was in the process of getting ready to wash Alphonse’s body.
“That was nice of you to be so gentle with her,” I said.
“Give people what they want to hear,” he said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. “The kid was hurting. What would’ve been the point of telling her that what was left of her Aunt bore no resemblance to anything human?” I nodded in agreement.
“About her friend who wants to talk to me? Harry Petrovich’s nephew? If he calls should I tell him how things really are or should I sugarcoat what I do?”
“Play it by ear. If you sense he’s serious, give him the truth. Tell him what it’s like to take a maimed or disease-ridden body and attempt to make it look presentable for the viewing public.”
“I hear ya,” said Nolan, nodding his head affirmatively.
“Guess I’ll leave you to work on Alphonse,” I said, heading to the door. As I opened it Nolan had turned on the water and sprinkled a goodly amount onto the head of the body. In a few seconds he would apply a dab of Pert Plus shampoo to the full head of silver hair on Alphonse’s head.
I stepped into the hall.
As I headed up to my office I heard Nolan say, “You always had great hair, Alphonse.”
I went upstairs for a quick meeting on logistics with Clint. We still had two bodies on view, both scheduled for burial the next morning, one at 9:30 for interment at Elm Cross, the other at 11:30 for interment at a cemetery in Youngstown. As I would be occupied with the arrangements for Alphonse, I assigned Clint the Youngstown burial, primarily because it was further away and would demand more traveling time. Because I anticipated a massive turnout for Alphonse, by having the other two bodies gone we wouldn’t have to worry about even more people showing up to pay respects and there would be ample parking space.
After Clint and I finished my first inclination was to call Perry and fill him in on the theory Quilla and I had come up with about Alyssa and Virginia Thistle, but I decided to wait until we could talk face to face.
Instead, I called Mel Abernathy at Elm Grove cemetery to tell him to open a grave for Alphonse DiGregorio.
Chapter 16
Nolan did an amazing job on Alphonse, making him look not only much healthier than he really was, but younger, almost vibrant. It was the best work I’d seen him do in years. On a personal basis and in a professional sense, it was Nolan’s night to shine. Receiving compliments on his work from me was one thing, but Wilt Ging and at least a dozen friends of Alphonse who were Funeral Directors and embalmers showered their praise upon him.
