Weep No More, My Lady

of bile filled her mouth and she gulped, trying to fight back nausea.

'There he is!' Cheryl cried. In an instant she was sliding through the clusters of people on the veranda, her heels clattering, the scarf of her red silk evening pajamas trailed behind her. Conversation stopped, heads turned as she threw herself into Ted's arms.

Like a robot, Elizabeth stared down at them. It was as though she were looking through a kaleido-scope. Loose fragments of colors and impressions rotated before her. The white of Ted's jacket; the red of Cheryl's outfit; Ted's dark brown hair; his long, well-shaped hands holding Cheryl's shoulders as he tried to free himself.

At the grand jury hearing, Elizabeth remembered, she had brushed past him, filled with self-loathing that she had been so deceived, so taken in by his performance as Leila's grief-stricken fiance. Now he glanced up, and she knew he had seen her. He looked shocked and dismayed-or was that just another act? Pulling his arm away from Cheryl's clinging fingers, he came up the steps. Unable to move, she was dimly aware of the hushed silence of the people around them, the murmurs and laughter of those farther away who did not realize what was happening, of the last strains of the concerto, of the bouquet of fragrances from the flowers and ocean.

He looked older. The lines around his eyes and mouth that had appeared at the time of Leila's death had deepened and were now permanently etched on his face. Leila had loved him so, and he had killed her. A fresh passion of hatred surged through Elizabeth. All the intolerable pain, the awful sense of loss, the guilt that permeated her soul like a cancer because at the end she had failed Leila. This man was the cause of all of it.

' Elizabeth…'

How dare he speak to her? Shocked out of her immobility, she spun around, stumbled across the veranda and into the foyer. She heard the click of heels behind her. Min had followed her in. Elizabeth turned to her fiercely. 'Damn you, Min. What in hell do you think you're pulling?'

'In here.' Min's head jerked toward the music room. She did not speak until she had closed the door behind them. ' Elizabeth, I know what I'm doing.'

'I don't.' With an acute sense of betrayal, Elizabeth stared at Min. No wonder she had seemed nervous. And she was even more nervous now-she, who always seemed impervious to stress, who always gave off the commanding air of one who could change and resolve any problem, was actually trembling.

' Elizabeth, when I saw you in Venice, you told me yourself that something in you still couldn't believe Ted would hurt Leila. I don't care how it looks. I've known him longer than you-years longer… You're making a mistake. Don't forget, I was in Elaine's that night too. Listen, Leila had gone crazy. There's no other way of saying it. And you knew it! You say you set your clock the next day. You were distraught about her. Are you so infallible that maybe you didn't set it wrong? When Leila was on the phone with you just before she died, were you watching the clock? Look at Ted these next few days as if he's a human being, not a monster. Think about how good he was to Leila.'

Min's face was impassioned. Her low, intense voice was more piercing than a scream. She grasped Elizabeth 's arm. 'You're one of the most honest people I know. From the time you were a little girl you always told the truth. Can't you face the fact that your mistake means that Ted will rot in prison for the rest of his life?'

The melodious sound of chimes echoed through the room. Dinner was about to be served. Elizabeth put her hand on Min's wrist, forcing Min to release her. Incongruously, she remembered how a few minutes ago Ted had pulled away from Cheryl.

'Min, next week a jury will begin to decide who is telling the truth. You think you can run everything, but you're out of your element this time… Get someone to call me a taxi.'

' Elizabeth, you can't leave!'

'Can't I? Do you have a number where I can reach Sammy?'

'No.'

'Exactly when is she expected back?'

'Tomorrow night after dinner.' Min clasped her hands beseechingly. ' Elizabeth, I beg you.'

From behind her, Elizabeth heard the door open. She whirled around. Helmut was in the doorway. He put his hands on her arms in a gesture that both embraced and restrained her. ' Elizabeth.' His voice was soft and urgent. 'I tried to warn Minna. She had the crazy idea that if you saw Ted you would think of all the happy times, would remember how much he loved Leila. I implored her not to do this. Ted is as shocked and upset as you are.'

'He should be. Will you please let go of me!'

Helmut's voice became soothing, pleading. ' Elizabeth, next week is Labor Day. The Peninsula is alive with tourists. There are hundreds of college kids having one last fling before school opens. You could drive around half the night and not find a room. Stay here. Be comfortable. See Sammy tomorrow night, then go if you must.'

It was true, Elizabeth thought. Carmel and Monterey were meccas for tourists in late August.

' Elizabeth, please.' Min was weeping. 'I was so foolish. I thought, I believed that if you just saw Ted… not in court, but here… I'm sorry.'

Elizabeth felt her anger drain away, to be replaced by bone-weary emptiness. Min was Min. Incongruously, she remembered the time Min had sent a reluctant Leila to a casting for a cosmetics commercial. Min had stormed, 'Listen, Leila, I don't need you to tell me they didn't ask to see you. Get over there. Force your way in. You're just what they're looking for. You make your breaks in this world.'

Leila got the job and became the model the cosmetic company used in all its commercials for the next three years.

Elizabeth shrugged. 'Which dining room will Ted be in?'

'The Cypress Room,' Helmut answered hopefully.

'Syd? Cheryl?'

'The same.'

'Where did you plan to put me?'

With us as well. But the Countess sends her love and asks you to join her table in the Ocean Room.'

'All right. I'll stay over till I see Sammy.' Elizabeth looked sternly at Min, who seemed almost to cringe. 'Min, I'm the one who's warning you now,' she said. 'Ted is the man who killed my sister. Don't dare try to arrange any more 'accidental' meetings between him and me.'

Ten

Five years before, in an attempt to resolve the vociferous differences between smokers and non-smokers, Min had divided the spacious dining room into two areas, separating them by a glass wall. The Cypress Room was for nonsmokers only; the Ocean Room accommodated both. The seating was open, except for the guests who were invited to share Min and Helmut's table. When Elizabeth stood at the door of the Ocean Room, she was waved to a table by Countess d'Aronne. The problem, she soon realized, was that from her seat she had an unbroken view of Min's table in the other room. It was with a sense of deja vu that she saw them all sitting together: Min, Helmut, Syd, Cheryl, Ted, Craig.

The two other people at Min's table were Mrs. Meehan, the lottery winner, and a distinguished-looking older man. Several times she caught him glancing over at her.

Somehow she got through the dinner, managing to nibble at the chop and salad, to make some attempts at conversation with the Countess and her friends. But as though drawn to a magnet, she found herself again and again watching Ted.

The Countess noticed it, naturally. 'Despite everything he looks quite wonderful, doesn't he? Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. I made a pact with myself not to mention him at all. It's just that you do realize I've known Ted since he was a little boy. His grandparents used to bring him here, when this place was a hotel.'

As always, even among celebrities, Ted was the center of attention. Everything he did was effortless, Elizabeth thought-the attentive bend of his head toward Mrs. Meehan, the easy smile for the people who came to his table to greet him, the way he allowed Cheryl to slip her hand into his, then managed to disengage it casually. It was a relief to see him and Craig and the older man leave the table early.