the thongs lavender. Somehow Christina made it look fashionable. Piedmont, gold and shameless, completed the picture by draping himself like a fox fur across her shoulders.
Anna could smell the faint scent of White Linen.
Christina turned and smiled. Anna closed the door. Was the woman trying to seduce her? Or was it simply the knowledge that the possibility existed that preyed on her mind?
Wanting to destroy the silence, Anna punched the PLAY button on the tape player. The Chenille Sisters. Auto- rewind had brought them back to 'I Wanna Be Seduced.' Anna punched it off.
Christina, Piedmont slithering down in her arms to be held like a baby, was working her way around the single room that comprised all of Anna's living quarters. Pleasant, not prying, merely polite, she was taking in the fragments of Anna's life. Soon those dark eyes would stray across the desk top, across the snapshots.
'A beer,' Anna said. 'I've got wine. I'm drinking wine. Would you rather have that?'
'White wine would be nice,' Christina replied, sounding genuinely delighted.
'You can sit.' Like a traffic cop, Anna pointed to the arm chair. Besides being the only chair, it had the advantage of being on the other side of the room from the desk. Not only was Anna unsure whether or not she wanted Christina to know she had found the pictures-if, indeed, it was Christina who had been in Drury's trailer searching-but there was something about Christina Walters that made Anna want to spare her any shock, any unpleasantness. Though they were of her, the snaps seemed too explicit for Christina's dark eyes.
Anna did an awkward dip scooping up the offending photographs, and retreated to the kitchen area. Hidden behind the refrigerator door, she stuffed them into the hip pocket of her Levi's. Shortly thereafter, she emerged with a liter bottle of wine. Hoping she looked innocent but managing only to look relieved, she said inanely: 'I got it.'
Christina laughed. 'One glass will do for starters-I'm a cheap date.'
'I doubt that.' Words came before thought. Though they sounded harsh, Anna meant them as a compliment. She waited a second to see how Christina would take it.
The woman smiled easily, crossed her long legs. Piedmont jumped to the floor. Lovely as it was, it was not a good lap for curling up in.
Anna poured a glass of wine for her guest and, returning to the desk, she topped off her own. The bottle she set on the floor by the kerosene lamp.
'Light it,' Christina said. It sounded like the eager request of a child and not an order.
Fumbling with matches, Anna lit the lamp.
Christina Walters dropped gracefully to the floor and began looking through the tape collection Anna kept in shoe boxes beneath the coffee table. Seemingly she had more poise sitting on a stranger's carpet than Anna could muster in a straight-backed chair in her own home.
As she read the spines of the cassettes, Christina chatted comfortably of music. 'I used to sing in the church choir when I was growing up in Tennessee,' she said and she laughed. A nice round rich sound from somewhere deeper than nerves or politeness. 'Momma thought I was such a devout little thing till she found out I only put up with all the talk about Jesus so I could have the music. There was a stop to choir after that, though not to church.'
Anna smiled, handed Christina her wine. She took it in long tapered fingers, nails polished but not sharp or unkind-looking.
'To old friends and better days,' Christina said. Sadness touched her face, warmed the brown eyes.
Anna felt her throat constrict. 'Old friends,' she repeated and drank to other dark eyes and lamp-lit nights.
'How about this? Sophistication in the wilderness. I love it.' Christina held up Cole Porter's
'One of my favorites,' Anna replied, pleased that Christina had chosen that instead of a modern popular musician. 'I sing some of those songs to Gideon to keep us both awake on the trail.'
'I'll bet he loves it.' Christina dropped the tape in.
Anna suspected she was trying to put her at ease. What surprised her was how well it was working. 'I think Gideon misses the good old days when rangers whistled 'The Streets of Laredo.' '
Piedmont, creeping along the sides of the room, skulking under the furniture, sprang out to pounce on the hem of Christina's dress. Putting her hand under the fabric, she moved it around creating a mole for him to kill.
It impressed Anna that she put Piedmont 's amusement before the well-being of her garment.
'I want to get Alison a kitten,' Christina said. 'She needs to learn to be kind because she is bigger, more powerful than something. She needs to have some little life depend on her now. I don't expect she'll ever have a little sister to practice on.'
Sadness weighed on Christina's voice and Anna, who'd never much cared for children, found herself wishing Christina could have another. 'Alison's the little blond girl on the pink tricycle, isn't she?' Anna asked and the other woman nodded, looking pleased Anna had noticed. 'She's a pretty little girl.'
Christina said nothing but there was something in her look that made Anna laugh at herself. 'Listen to me,' she said. 'I'm carrying on the tradition. As if pretty were the best and most important thing a little girl could be.'
Christina refilled her own glass, then poured Anna more wine. Anna accepted her taking the role of hostess as easily as Christina had assumed it.
'Let me try again,' Anna said as she slid down on the floor, her back against the desk, her legs stretched out. 'She looks like a sharp, determined, organized little girl. How's that?'
'Perfect!' Christina said, and she actually clapped her hands. Somehow it wasn't phony or coy or childish or any of the things Anna might have thought had the gesture come from someone else. It was charming.
'Alison is terrifyingly organized and she's just turned four last month. Why did you say 'organized'? It's an odd word to describe a child.'
'I can see her thinking,' Anna explained. 'See the little wheels and cogs and gears turning as she plots out her course through the houses.'
'She is my light,' Christina said. 'Everything that is good and worthwhile about me has surfaced in that little person. All the bent and broken bits were left out. Alison means the world to me.'
There was an edge of desperation-or determination-in Christina's voice that made Anna think now she was to hear the real reason for the visit. Disappointment-minor, Anna told herself-ached behind her sternum. She wished this had been just a social call. The ache deepened as she remembered the snapshots in her pocket.
The tape clicked to an end. Neither of them moved to turn it over. Christina was looking into Anna's face and, though Anna wanted to look away, she found she couldn't.
'You found the pictures, didn't you?' the woman asked softly.
'Inside the clothes rod in the bedroom closet,' Anna replied.
Despite the situation, Christina laughed. 'For heaven's sake!' she said. 'I'm impressed. You must be a regular Miss Marple.'
She was impressed, Anna could tell. She liked it. And she felt a fool for liking it. 'You… went into Ranger Drury's and looked through her collection.'
'We broke in, yes.'
'We?'
'Alison and I.'
In spite of herself, Anna smiled. It hardly seemed a deadly duo, this gentle woman and her child. A thought struck Anna: 'The dishes and the garbage. You cleaned up.'
'The heat made it smell,' Christina said simply, as if Sheila could come home and be offended by it.
Anna had more questions, but it seemed if she waited Christina would fill the awkward silences as she had been doing since she arrived. Truth or lies, Anna was curious to see what she would say.
As if I'd know the difference, Anna said to herself. But she thought she would.
'Could I see them?' Christina asked.
Wondering what kind of a cop she was to hand over her best and only evidence to the prime suspect, Anna took the snapshots from her pocket and gave them to Christina. Two women sitting companionably talking of children and music over a glass of wine: it seemed absurd to refuse a request on the grounds of suspected murder.
There were twelve pictures. Christina looked through them slowly. Her eyes filled with tears. Anna got to her
