decided to leave out the other details, the contradictory descriptions of china dolls, psycho bitches, and anorexic waifs.
'Dutch.' Marianna smiled. 'She hasn't used that name for years.'
'She was using it up in Austin.'
'Oh, yes, her music thing. Her real name is Emily Sterne. Emmie to the family. Why are you looking for her? Did…did something happen in Austin?'
'I'm not looking for her. I've never met her.' Tess pulled out the photograph of Crow, the more recent one, the cutout with the words 'In Big Trouble' above his head. 'This is the man I want to find. He was in Twin Sisters with her, last I heard.'
Marianna barely glanced at the photo. 'And you're looking for him because of this-because it says he's ‘in big trouble.''
'Partly, yes. His parents haven't heard from him for more than a month, and they're worried.'
'Parents always worry.'
'I thought you said you didn't have children.'
'No, but I had parents, didn't I? Did you think I came out of an egg?' Tess had touched some nerve. 'Even Athena had parents, despite coming out of her father's head fully formed. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who appeared out of the ocean with no explanation. She was the one to be feared, if you ask me. No, I had parents, and I caused them plenty of worry in their time. Yet here I am, a middle-aged woman, my life so safe and boring that it must be beyond their wildest dreams. They live in one of those senior residences. ‘Assisted living.' Wonderful term. As if the rest of us can muddle through without assistance.'
Tess tried to pull the conversation back on track. 'This young man-his parents aren't overly protective. But he's never gone so long before without being in touch.'
'I wish I had listened to my parents,' Marianna muttered, reaching into a thick pile of newspapers in a leather-and-wood rack by her chair. She sorted through them, stopping to search what appeared to be a tabloid entertainment section, the kind that almost every newspaper publishes for the weekend. Tess noticed that the cover on one mentioned the All Soul celebration, the thing that the Marriott clerk had blamed for filling all the hotels. But Marianna rejected that one and kept going, almost to the bottom of the pile before she found what she wanted.
'Context is everything, don't you think? Miss-what was your name again, dear?'
'Tess Monaghan.'
'Where are you from, anyway? I can't place your accent.'
Tess hadn't known she had an accent. She definitely didn't have the drawn-out O's and misplaced R's of a typical Baltimorean. Then again, Marianna didn't have the Texas drawl she had expected. So far, no one here had sounded like what Tess thought a real Texan might.
'I'm from Baltimore.'
'I could tell you weren't from the Southwest before you said a thing, by the way you reacted to my friends.' She gestured to all the grinning skeletons. 'You don't really like them, that's apparent. Not even my little mermaid.'
Tess tried not to wince at the gruesome merwoman. 'She's not so bad.'
'Context is everything,' Marianna repeated. 'You see my art and it makes you think of Halloween and other morbid things, but it's really all quite whimsical and sweet if you understand the Mexican traditions. Hopeful, even.'
'You see a photograph that says your friend is ‘in big trouble' and you assume he must be.'
Marianna was still flipping through the pages of the newspaper section. Finally she stopped, holding out her hand. Tess understood she wanted the photograph of Crow. Marianna took it and placed it down over the page in front of her, and turned it so Tess could see. Then she pulled the card away, and all was revealed.
It was as if the clipping she had been carrying was part of a jigsaw puzzle. For Crow now stood with three others, in what was obviously a publicity shot for a band. And 'In Big Trouble' was part of a headline: LITTLE GIRL IN BIG TROUBLE AT PRIMO'S TONIGHT. To Crow's right stood a blond woman with big eyes and a short bob. Her various personalities could not be discerned, but she was extraordinarily pretty. Beautiful, even.
'That's Emmie, of course.'
'Of course.' Tess placed an index finger on the young woman's likeness, as if that might tell her more about who she was, or where she was. 'Did they call her Dutch because she looks like the boy on the Sherwin-Williams paint can?'
'The paint can?' Marianna laughed. It was a short, not particularly infectious laugh, the laugh of a woman who rationed amusement to herself. 'Oh no, the nickname isn't about being Dutch. The Sternes are German. Their family goes almost as far back as mine in San Antonio. The family cook, Pilar, called her Duchess when she was a baby, because she acted so imperious, and we shortened it to Dutch. I remember, she wasn't quite two, and she was so bossy, she tried to tell every-what to do. Pilar finally said, ‘You'll be a duchess soon enough, for now you will listen to me.''
She kept laughing, as if this were the funniest thing in the world. Tess felt the laugh went on a little too long and that it was a little too loud. It felt forced, artificial, like a middle-school girl on a giggling jag.
'I don't get it,' Tess said. 'Why would she be a duchess?'
'See, you need more context. San Antonio has a celebration, Fiesta, each spring, and girls are named to a court called the Order of the Alamo. There's a queen, a princess and all the rest are duchesses. Lollie and I were duchesses together almost thirty years ago. As it turned out Emmie was a princess-the Court of Dramatic Illusions, or Arabian Dreams. Something about dreams, I'm almost positive. Her dress will go to the Witte Museum.'
Except for knowing what the Witte was, Tess was thoroughly lost. The Court of Dramatic Illusions, duchesses, princesses?
'Lollie?'
'Emmie's mother. She spoiled her so. Everyone did. First Lollie, then her cousin Gus, who raised Emmie after Lollie died. Pilar was the only one in the family who ever stood up to that little girl.'
'How did Emmie's mother die?'
She hadn't meant for the question to sound cold and rude, but apparently it came off that way.
'In an accident,' Marianna said stiffly. 'A car accident. She hasn't had a happy life, Emmie. Both her parents were dead before she was three and she never even knew her father. Lollie ran off with him at the end of her junior year in college and came back to San Antonio six weeks later, the marriage annulled, Emmie on the way. He was from El Paso, from a good family, but he was a careless man. Died in a hunting accident.' Marianna frowned. 'I never figured him for Lollie, not even in a momentary lapse. He was rather crude, really. Reckless. My latest mistake, she called him. That's what she called all her boyfriends. My latest mistake.'
'How old is she now?'
'Emmie?' Marianna had been lost in her own thoughts, and needed a second to count up. 'Twenty-three. She came into her trust fund five years ago. Gus wanted her to go to college, of course, but she wouldn't hear of it. She wants to be a singer. She is talented. A major record company tried to sign her when she was seventeen. Gus wouldn't give his consent. Perhaps that was the beginning of the end for them-they had a falling-out when she was eighteen and refused to go to college. But she seems happy. She bounces back and forth between Austin and San Antonio, changing bands and styles almost every month, it seems to me. She's very committed to her work, but she doesn't particularly care about commercial success.'
It's not hard to keep your artistic integrity when you have an inheritance, Tess thought. 'So now she's in a band with Crow?'
'Crow? Oh, your friend. Apparently so. You saw the photo. Although she changes band mates and band names almost as often as she changes clothes. Little Girl in Big Trouble was last month's incarnation. Who knows what she is today?'
'Did you know she and Crow were using your place this summer?'
'No. As I said, she's free to come and go as she pleases.'
'Did you tell the sheriff that she had a key, that she might have been there?'
'Why should I?'
'Because a man was found murdered on your property.'
