“Oh, yes. I insisted. She wanted to leave it to me, but once I made her understand that I wanted her to leave it to both of us, she went along with that. She and I both thought that if we could just get Sarah back home, she'd be helped by some kind of hometown magic.'
“It still might be true,' Jane said. 'This is a setback, but the doctor could be right that it was mostly the strain of opening the deli that got her down.'
“Maybe,' Grace said. But she didn't sound much as if she meant it.
“Had she changed any?' Shelley asked. 'Since they've been back here, I mean? I'd think the very fact that she and Conrad were willing to stay here and set up the deli instead of selling the house was a good sign.”
Grace considered this. 'I think it was mainly Conrad's idea. And she feels that after all he's been through with her, she owes it to him to do what he wants for a while. Of course, that's the silliest sort of speculation. She's never said a word to me about what she wants or thinks or feels.'
“Never?'
“Oh, she talks. She tells great stories about their life in the lumber camps. She has a gift for saying a few things about a person and you feel you know all about them. And they came across a lot of real characters. To tell the truth, I found myself really envying the complete freedom of their life. Always a new place, new people, new sights. Jane? You're frowning. You wouldn't agree?'
“Sorry, but no. And you might not either if you'd grown up that way. I never went to the same school for two years in my life. You and Shelley may not have been in constant touch all these years, but you have something in common that I'm green with jealousy about — a common past.'
“Oh, Jane,' Shelley said, 'don't be maudlin. You know I've given you half my past.”
Jane laughed. 'Only the dirty, wrinkled parts.'
“The dirty parts are the best,' Shelley said. 'Grace, didn't Sarah show any enthusiasm about opening the deli? Was she actually antagonistic about doing it?'
“Oh, no. She's not antagonistic about anything. You give her a job to do and she does it. And does it well, promptly and cheerfully. But in a strange way, that's what makes her so frustrating. You keep waiting for the spark of genuine enthusiasm — about anything — and it never comes. It's as if she's a really competent actress, but not a brilliant one who can make her character come alive.'
“Have you tried to get her to a shrink?' Shelley asked bluntly.
Grace didn't take offense. 'Of course. But she just looks at me like I'm the one who needs help and says she's perfectly all right and why would I think otherwise. In fact, that's the only dispute — if you could even call it that — I've had with Conrad. I suggested to him that she might benefit from some professional help and he cut me down like a cornstalk. No. That sounds nasty. He was quite pleasant and polite about it, but made it clear it wasn't even to be considered. And I can see his point, in a way.'
“Which is?' Jane asked.
“That he's taken good care of her all this time, and just because she doesn't want to spill her guts every time someone asks her a question, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with her. He says he loved the girl she was and as they've both grown up, he's come to love the dignified, restrained woman she's become. In fact, he made me feel pretty silly about it.'
“How's that?'
“Oh, as if I were trying to recapture lost youth or whatever. He asked me why anybody would want to stay what they were at eighteen. And he's right. But I miss the sister I once had just the same.'
“Grace, I've got a frantic schedule today and tomorrow,' Jane said. 'But if there's anything, however trivial, I can do after that, I will.'
“Me, too,' Shelley said, grabbing the check as Grace reached for it.
“Thanks. I'll let you know. But for nowyou've done wonders for me, letting me babble this way. And thanks for a' — she paused and looked down at the remains of the pizza with an ironic grin—'for a 'decent' lunch.'
“I think 'decent' is stretching it,' Shelley said wryly. ' 'Barely edible' is more like it.”
8
When Grace had left the restaurant, Shelley said, 'Whew! What a terrible thing for Sarah. And for Grace, too. Imagine if your own sister turned into a stranger.'
“I can't imagine,' Jane said, toying with a breadstick. 'But I'd like to. I think I'd pay somebody big bucks to give my sister a personality transplant.'
“Jane! You don't mean that.'
“Shows how much you know. But it is awful for Grace. Still, I wonder if Conrad isn't right. Maybe Sarah is perfectly happy in her own way.'
“Jane, she's in a mental ward! They don't put you in those places for no reason.'
“I don't mean this minute, but in general. If you'd had something that emotionally wrenching in your past, it would be bound to change your personality. Likely make you more quiet and private.'
“But she's shy, and as a former shy person, I can tell you it's not a happy state.'
“I'll never believe this story that you were a shy kid.'
“I got over it,' Shelley said firmly. 'All of which is beside the point. We set out to dig up information about Robert Stonecipher's death, and never talked to Grace about it at all.'
“I know. As detectives, we're pretty lousy. We haven't learned anything today, except that Rhonda Stonecipher is a fake person with excellent taste, a lot of money, and the hots for her deceased husband's law partner, and she had a good motive for getting rid of him. And that motive — the desire to be a rich widow — was a given anyway. All we've added to the mix is the part about Tony Belton and we aren't going on anything but instinct on that.'
“I'm not sure motive is all that important,' Shelley said. 'Well, it's important of course, but think about it — if you wanted to bump off your husband so you could get your hands on his money and his protege, wouldn't you plan it better? If you were Rhonda, I certainly think you would. She doesn't leave anything to chance.'
“Hmm. You've got a point. But why would you choose unfamiliar territory, a really weird 'weapon,' and do it in the midst of a mob of people, any one of whom might walk in on you and catch you?'
“For that matter, why would
“Nobody'd plan one that way, so it had to be spontaneous, didn't it? The heat of passion? Hot words, flouncing around, maybe some shoving.'
“And anybody might succumb to the passion of a moment.”
Jane rummaged in her purse for her car keys. 'Almost anybody but Rhonda. I can't imagine she has an ounce of passion in her. She can probably make love and polish her nails at the same time.”
They paid their bill and headed back to the hospital parking lot, where they wasted ten minutes searching for the car on the wrong parking level before discovering where they were.
“Jeez! I thought a really demented car thief had taken the old station wagon,' Jane said when they found it. 'What a pity it wasn't true.”
When they were back into traffic, Shelley said, 'But what about Tony Belton?'
“What about him?'
“Maybe he's passionate. Hot-tempered.”
“Naw, he's too pretty. Those GQ-looking guys have ice water for blood.”
Shelley turned and stared at her. 'What in the world do you know about that?'
“Nothing,' Jane admitted cheerfully. 'You could be right. We don't know much of anything about him. And with a scheming older woman shoving him along — who knows what he might be goaded into doing. She's a prize schemer.'
“So how can we find out more about him?”
Jane pulled into her driveway. 'I don't know, but if it involves attending more soccer practices, I'm out. I can hardly sit through the games without going into a coma.”
They got out of the car and Shelley picked up the local combination newspaper/shopper that was lying in the grass between their driveways. She opened it first, as always, to the 'Vital Statistics' section with the births, deaths, marriages, and divorces. 'Is this yours or mine?' she asked.
