Motherhood Is Murder

There! I did have something to report!

?Interview? I thought you were going to stake her out.?

Shoot!

?Uh . . .?

?Anything relevant?? he probed.

What could I tell him about? The stakeout and interview had been a complete dud?

Before I could think of an answer, Gary said, ?That?s my other line, I have to take it. I?ll look forward to reading the transcript.?

?Transcript?? I squawked.

?You do tape your interviews, don?t you??

I was supposed to tape them?

?Uh . . . no . . . I mean . . . yes. Of course. Just not this one. I had a problem with my . . . device.?

?It happens. Okay, type up a summary and fax it to Mandy.?

I hung up as the front door squeaked open.

Jim appeared, dripping from his run. ?Look at what the cat dragged in,? he said.

Paula trailed him. ?Looks more like you?ve been dragged. What happened to you?? she teased.

Jim laughed, greeted Mom, then kissed me. ?I?m jumping in the shower.?

Mom stopped him. ?Wait! Look at what I brought back for you!?

She handed a towel-wrapped Laurie to me and proceeded to put on the poncho. She threw the mariachi hat onto the floor and sang the tune to the ?Mexican Hat Dance.?

Paula laughed hysterically watching Mom dance around in the red Converse and poncho.

Jim looked concerned. ?Is that safe??

Mom frowned. ?What?s unsafe about it??

Paula pointed to my feet, still clad in the Converse, and giggled. Jim simply shook his head.

?I love the ?Mexican Hat Dance,? ? Paula said.

?The ?Jarabe Tapatio?!? Mom exclaimed with the worst Spanish accent imaginable. ?How was Paris??

As they caught up with each other, Jim showered and I got Laurie dressed. When I?d finished, I joined them in the living room and brought Paula up to speed on my interview with Celia.

?Was Celia on that cruise?? Paula asked.

?No,? I said.

?If she?s not a suspect for killing Helene, why didn?t you just ask her if she?s seeing Alan?? Paula asked. ?If I was dating a married man who was suspected of murder, I?d want to know.?

Mom rubbed her chin thoughtfully. ?People don?t generally tell the truth about affairs, though. Do they? Especially to someone she knows is friendly with the wife. No. If she?s in love with him, then she?ll protect him.?

?Not if he poisoned her,? Paula said.

?We don?t know that, and even still,? Mom said, ?maybe they?re working together. Maybe she allowed the podiatrist to give her a little something to knock her out but not kill her. If he?s a doctor, he would know about dosages and the like.?

I sat to attention.

Paula shook her head. ?That?s crazy.?

?Is it?? I asked.

I hadn?t considered that option. Could Celia and Alan be working together? Or Celia and Bruce, for that matter?

?You should just ask her about Alan,? Paula insisted.

I shook my head. ?She knows I?m working for Margaret. She knows I would report it to her.?

We sat in silence for a moment.

Suddenly Paula said, ?I could ask her. I?ll go to her midwife center and pretend I?m looking for a midwife. She won?t suspect me of being connected to you.?

Mom jumped up. ?And I can see the podiatrist! He can look at my bunions!?

Paula leapt up. She and Mom sprang into a spontaneous rendition of the ?Jarabe Tapatio.? I turned Laurie on my lap so she was sitting up and facing them. She let out a little giggle and pedaled her feet as though she wanted to dance, too.

I watched them dance with more verve than a sixty-year-old woman with bunions and seven-months- pregnant woman should have.