'Jesus said I should come,' she said at last. 'And his niece. She said the same thing.'
'I've spoken to Andrea,' Ali said, hoping to find some common ground that would ease Elvira's obvious discomfort. 'She's a nice girl.'
Elvira's dark eyes bored into Ali's. 'A nice girl?' she asked.
'Of course,' Ali said.
'Some people would not call her thatnice,' Elvira ventured. 'She got pregnant once when she wasn't married. She had to have an abortion.'
Ali shrugged. 'Those things happen,' she said. 'It's important to the girl it happens to and to her family, but it's not important to the rest of the world.'
'But it is important,' Elvira said urgently. 'It's a sina mortal sin.'
Ali saw at once that she had stepped into something. So did Edie.
'It's considered a mortal sin by some people,' Edie said kindly. 'And I, for one, happen to agree with you.'
Elvira smiled wanly. Then she reached into her threadbare cloth bag and pulled out a worn leather wallet. From it she removed a photoa wallet-sized photoof a newborn baby with a knitted pink cap perched on top of her head. Elvira handed the photo to Ali, who studied it for a moment. The baby had dark hair and fair skin, but there was something striking about the eyes.
'My great-granddaughter,' Elvira explained. 'My granddaughter's daughter.'
Of course, the baby wasn't pretty at all. She was in fact wrinkly and more than a little ugly, but there are times when white lies are not only acceptable, they're downright necessary.
'Congratulations,' Ali said, handing the photo on to Chris. 'She's very pretty.'
Chris glanced briefly at the photo and then, in turn, handed it along to his grandmother. Edie took one look at it then settled heavily onto one of the kitchen chairs.
'Oh, forevermore,' she breathed. 'Not another one!'
'Another one?' Ali asked. 'What you do you mean?'
'Don't tell me you can't see it!' Edie exclaimed. 'This child has her father's eyes. She looks exactly like Paul Grayson.'
CHAPTER 22
The story came out gradually over the course of the next few days while Ali went about the job of handling Paul's funeral. It had to be done and since there was no one else to do it, Ali did. Fortunately, April's father came forward and insisted on handling April's final arrangements. Ali was relieved to learn that he wanted nothing at all to do with a joint service. That meant Ali didn't have to worry about giving Fred Macon of the Three Palms Mortuary any more business, either.
But Ali did have to worry about Jesus Sanchez, who finally came forward and told her what he knewand far more than Ali wanted to hear. He told her about how his niece, without his knowledge, had come to a party at the pool house. Paul had served drinks to Andrea and several of her young friends and then had taken advantage of the situation when Andrea was too drunk to see straight. When Andrea had turned up pregnant, Paul had paid for her abortion and given her money over and above that as well. He had also promised her father, Jesus, that it would never happen again. But it hadas everyone now knewwith Elvira's young visiting granddaughter, Consuela.
Paul had tried the same program with Consuela that he had used successfully with Andrea. He had offered to pay for an abortion plus a five-thousand-dollar premium. Except Consuela wouldn't go for it because it turned out she was a good Catholic girl. The trait had skipped Consuela's own mother and had jumped a generation, going straight from Elvira to her granddaughter. The baby, Angelina, was now a month and a half old.
A few months earlier, Ali Reynolds would have taken some satisfaction in learning that Paul Grayson had been screwing around on April at the same time April had been maintaining her long-term cozy friendship with Tracy McLaughlin. But Ali's paradigms had inalterably shifted that night out there in the desertthe night when she and her son had almost died. What had been important to her before no longer seemed to matter.
Ali's concern now, knowing that Consuela's child existedthat Angelina Rojas existedwas seeing to it that Angelina was properly provided for. Once again she found herself huddling with attorneys, trying to sort out reasonable support arrangements for this baby who could by no means be called a 'love' child but who nonetheless deserved to have a very real claim on her father's assets. And the fact that Ali was prepared to be more than fairthat she was determined, in fact, to be downright generous with her former husband's assetsmade a complicated situation far easier to handle than it would have been otherwise.
The negotiations went forward in utmost secrecy. That was the one thing Ali insisted uponfor Angelina's sake, until she was old enough to choose for herself. Until she was old enough to ask her own questions and hear the answers.
Edie and Chris stayed until Friday, after the funeral on Thursday. Knowing Ali would most likely be listing and selling the house, they helped her sort and pack. Paul's clothingthe expensive suits that he had reveled inwent to Goodwill, with the exception of the blue pinstripe Hugo Boss, which Paul would wear in his casket. April's things were packed into boxes and taken to her father to do with as he saw fit.
Ali herself went through the house, sorting out what she wanted and what she didn't. Most of it she didn't. The art would go to an auction house. So would most of the furniture, dishes, and glassware, with the exception of the comfortable leather chair and sofa from the family room and the water-marred bird's-eye maple credenza from the entryway. Those and everything else Ali wanted, she stacked in the family room until such time as she was ready to call for a moving van. As for the wine cellar? Ali managed to locate a company that specialized in moving fine wines and made arrangements for Paul's entire collection, racks and all, to be moved to Sedona.
She talked to Dave on the phone from time to time during the course of that week and had offered to come over, but Dave said that wasn't necessary. He stayed on in Palm Springs at Easy's bedside, and since Ali wasn't Easy's friend, she thought it best not to intrude.
By Monday evening of the following week, Paul was buried and the house was more or less sorted out. Ali had blogged some but not much. She had done enough to let people know she was aliveenough to let them know she was okay. But everything that had happened had left her more traumatized than she would have thought possible, and she wasn't ready to talk about it just yetnot nearly.
She was sitting in the mostly packed family room, surveying the debris field and having a solo glass of wine, when the doorbell rang. Startled out of her solitude, Ali hurried to the front door, looked out through the peephole, and was delighted to find Dave Holman standing on her doorstep.
'Hello, stranger,' she said, unlatching the security locks and opening the door wide. 'What are you doing here?'
'I'm on my way back home to Sedona tomorrow,' he said. 'I wanted to stop by tonight and see how you were doing and if you needed anything.'
'How's Easy?' Ali asked, leading Dave into and through the house.
Dave shrugged. 'Out of the woods for now,' he answered. 'At least, he's out of the ICU. That's major progress.'
'So he's going to make it?'
'His doctors seem to think so,' Dave said. 'And his wife thinks so, too. She says he's too damned stubborn to die, and maybe that's true.'
Ali nodded.
'And I hear the grand jury has already started handing down indictments,' Dave continued.
Ali nodded again, but without really knowing what was what. She had spent little time following the stories that had surfaced in the media in the aftermath of the Joaquin arrests at the Pink Swan and Amber's and Lucia's deaths in the Palm Springs shootout. Ali found she had scant interest and even less patience left over for people who had allowed themselves to be caught up in Lucia Joaquin's machinations.
Someone else might have been fooled by Ali's studied indifference to the subject at hand, but not Dave Holman. 'What's going on with you?' he asked.
At the door of the cluttered family room, Dave paused long enough to survey the damage. Then he stepped
