already coming, Darleen didn't notice.
Caroline was surprised she'd slept so well. Maybe it was her mind's way of escaping, or the security of having Susie Truesdale and her daughter tucked into the next bedroom. Or maybe it was just that she felt safe in her grandparents' bed. Whatever it was, she awakened to sunlight and the smell of coffee and bacon.
Her first reaction was embarrassment, that she should have slept while her guests fixed breakfast. That reaction struck her as so feeble after the horror of the day before, she was tempted to roll over and will herself back to sleep.
Instead, she took a long cool shower and dressed.
By the time she came downstairs, Susie and Marvella were already seated at the table, talking in hushed tones over coffee and scrambled eggs.
There was enough resemblance between mother and daughter to make Caroline want to smile. Two pretty women with mink-colored hair and big blue eyes, they whispered together like children in the back pew of a church service. They both had bow-shaped mouths like kewpie dolls, that curved into sympathetic smiles when they spotted her.
There was a closeness between them, a simple understanding and respect that Caroline had never enjoyed with her own mother. Seeing it, feeling it, she felt herself struck by a hard, unexpected wave of envy.
'We hoped you'd sleep awhile longer.' Susie was already up pouring another cup of coffee.
'I feel like I slept a week. Thanks.' She took the cup Susie offered. 'It was so kind of you to stay, I-'
'That's what neighbors are for. Marvella, fix Caroline a plate.'
'Oh, really, I-'
'You have to eat.' Susie nudged her into a chair. 'When you've had a shock like that, you need fuel.'
'Mom makes great eggs,' Marvella offered. She tried not to stare at Caroline as she served. She wanted to ask her where she'd gotten her hair cut-though Bobby Lee would just about shit bricks if she had her own shoulder-length curls whacked like that. 'You always feel better if you eat. Last time I broke up with Bobby Lee, Mom and I had great big chocolate sundaes.'
'It's hard to feel blue when you're full of chocolate.' Susie smiled and served up a plate of toast. 'I got some of your grandma's wild raspberry jam out of the cupboard. Hope you don't mind.'
'No.' Fascinated, Caroline picked up the hand-labeled jelly jar. 'I didn't realize this was around.'
'Oh, my, Miss Edith put by every year. Nobody had a hand like hers for jams and jellies. She won the blue ribbon at the fair the last six years running.' Bending, Susie opened a bottom cupboard and gestured toward the lines of jars. 'You've got a good year's supply here.'
'I didn't know.' All those pretty, colorful jars, so carefully labeled, so lovingly aligned. The sense of loss and shame closed her throat. 'I wasn't able to see her often.'
'She was so proud of you. Used to talk about her little Caro traveling all around the world, and how you played music for royalty and presidents and all. Showed around the postcards you sent her.'
'There was one of Paris, France,' Marvella put in. 'With the Eiffel Tower off in the back. Miss Edith let me use it for a report.'
'Marvella took two years of French.' Susie sent her daughter a pleased look. She herself had had to quit school four months before graduation, when she'd begun to show. It never failed to delight her that her daughter already held a high school diploma. She glanced at her watch. 'Honey, hadn't you better get on to work?'
'Oh, lordy.' Marvella popped out of her seat. 'Look at the time.'
'Marvella works up in Rosedale as a legal secretary. They said she could come in late today, considering.' She glanced over as Marvella freshened her lipstick in the reflection of the toaster. 'You go on and take my car, honey. I'll call your daddy to come get me.' Rising, she rested her hands on Marvella's shoulders. 'You don't stop for anybody, even if you know them.'
'I'm not stupid.'
Susie pinched her chin. 'No, but you're my only girl. I want you to call me if you're going to be later than five- thirty.'
'I will.'
'And you tell that Bobby Lee there's to be no more parking down on Dog Street Road. If the two of you have to get romantic, you'll do it down in the family room.'
'Mom…'A slow flush worked its way up her throat to her cheeks.
'You tell him, or I will.' She kissed Marvella's pouty lips. 'Now, get.'
'Yes'm.' She smiled at Caroline. 'Don't let her bully you, Miss Waverly. Once she starts, she never stops.'
'Sassy.' Susie chuckled after the front screen door slammed. 'Hard to believe she's grown up on me.'
'She's a lovely girl.'
'Yes, she is that. Hardheaded and sure of what she wants, though. She's wanted Bobby Lee Fuller for the best part of two years, so I guess she'll get him all right.' She gave a wistful smile before she picked up her cooling coffee. 'Once I set my sights on Burke, he didn't have a prayer. She's the same. Only you worry, because they always seem so much younger than you were at the same age.' She frowned at Caroline's plate. 'You didn't eat much.'
'I'm sorry.' With effort, Caroline took another bite. 'It all seems so strange-I didn't even know that girl, but it's dreadful just thinking about her.' Resigned, she pushed her plate aside. 'Susie, I didn't want to ask too many questions with Marvella here, but do I understand this right? This girl was the third murdered?'
'Since February,' Susie said with a nod. 'They were all three stabbed.'
'God.'
'Burke won't say much, but I know it's bad, really bad. Some kind of mutilation.' She rose to clear the table. 'As a mother-as a woman-it scares me. And I worry about Burke, too. He's taking this all on himself, like it was his fault somehow. God knows nobody around here was prepared for this kind of thing, but Burke thinks he should have been able to stop it.'
The way, Susie remembered, he'd thought he should have been able to stop his father from putting a noose around his neck.
Caroline filled the sink with soapy water. 'No suspects?'
'If so, he's not saying. With Arnette, it seemed like it had to've been a drifter. I mean, when you've got eight or nine hundred people in a town, you get so you know damn near everybody. It just didn't seem possible it could have been one of us. Then when Francie was killed the same way, people began to look around a little. And still, when it came right down to it, none of us wanted to believe it could have been a neighbor, or a friend. But now…'
'Now you have to look among your own.'
'We do.' She picked up a tea towel as Caroline began to wash the breakfast dishes. 'Though I think it's more likely we've got some psycho living in the swamp, hiding in there.'
Caroline looked out the window toward the trees. Trees that seemed so much closer to the house than before. 'Well, that's a comfort.'
'I don't mean to scare you, but if you're living out here alone, you need to be careful.'
Caroline pressed her lips together. 'I heard that Tucker Longstreet and Edda Lou had a fight. That she was pressuring him into marriage.'
'Trying to, more like.' Susie polished a plate clean, then laughed. 'Lordy, you don't know Tucker, or else you wouldn't have that look on your face. The idea of him killing someone, well, it's just laughable. First place, it would take too much effort and emotion. Tucker tends to be lacking in both departments.'
Caroline remembered the look on his face when she'd come across him by the pond. There'd been plenty of emotion then. The dangerous kind. 'Still…'
'I guess Burke'll have to talk to him,' Susie said. 'And that'll be hard. They're as close as brothers. We all went to school together,' she continued as she dried and stacked dishes. 'Tucker and Dwayne-that's Tucker's brother-Burke and me. They were all planters' sons, though by that time the Truesdale place was already failing, so private school was out of the question for Burke. Dwayne went off to boarding school for awhile, him being the first son and all, but he couldn't keep out of trouble so the school shipped him on home. There'd been talk of sending Tucker off, too, but then old Beau was so pissed about Dwayne, he kept Tuck home.' She smiled as she
