The Deep Blue Alibi

Happiness seeming to be the topic of the day.

Her mother's Manolo Blahnik sandals click-clacked on the tile floor as she exited.

Now the sandals were back. Well, different sandals. The Blahniks-open-toed, ribbon-tied, T-strapped- had been a present from Victoria, courtesy of Steve's larcenous client who'd hijacked a cargo container of the Italian beauties. Today's sandals weren't Blahniks and must be new. At least, Victoria hadn't seen them before. Snakeskin with silver buckles, side cutouts, and three-inch heels.

Where did you go, Mother? And why are you and your reptilian shoes back?

Angry at her for leaving, and for coming back, too.

There was something about those snakeskin sandals, she thought. What was it? Gorgeous, really, with vivid red-and-yellow stripes on a black background.

Red-and-yellow stripes! A coral snake. My coral snake.

'Anything else, Ms. Lord?' Judge Feathers asked.

Dammit. Stay focused.

'Just one more question, Your Honor.'

'Good. Unless it's the old plumbing I hear, I think some stomachs are growling in the jury box.'

Victoria gestured with the speargun. 'Mr. Traylor. Just because no one sued doesn't mean no one's been impaled while loading the Mark 3000, isn't that correct?'

'Objection,' Waddle said.

'On what grounds?' the judge asked.

'The question has a double negative. Maybe a triple.'

'Overruled. I think the jury got it.'

'I wouldn't know if anyone's ever been injured,' Traylor said.

Avoiding the word 'impaled' and the gory image that conveyed.

'So you can't rule out that, on some occasion, the Mark 3000 has fired while being loaded?

Breaking the promise to ask only one question.

'I can't rule it out.'

'No further questions, Your Honor.'

'Then let's eat lunch,' the judge said.

'I need to tell you about Grif and me,' The Queen said.

'I'm in trial,' Victoria said. 'Give me a continuance, okay?'

The Queen persisted and persuaded her to take a walk. Ten minutes later, they were on the docks, passing a row of fishing boats, when Irene said: 'I'm in love with Grif.'

'Congratulations.'

'But I wasn't when your father was alive.'

'So you told me. You only did Grif the first time the other night. What else is so important it can't wait?'

'Yesterday, I drove up to Miami and went to the bank. My safe-deposit box. I took out your father's suicide note.'

Victoria stopped short next to a stack of wooden slatted lobster traps. 'Now! After all these years, you have to do this now? Why?'

'I can't stand your hating me.'

'Please, Mother. I can't deal with this now.'

A fisherman hosing down his deck looked over at them. Not often did two well-dressed women bark at each other in front of his trawler.

'I know the pressure you're under, Princess, and God knows I want you to win, but-'

'You don't know anything! I don't want to see the note.'

'You don't have a choice.'

'I'm not twelve years old anymore, Mother. I make my own decisions.'

The Queen reached into her burnt-orange leather handbag. Victoria started walking away as soon as she saw what came out of the bag. An old-fashioned manila envelope with a string tie.

The Queen hurried after her in those damn snakeskin sandals. 'I adored your father. I never cheated on him. Grif and I were just friends. Bridge partners. We enjoyed the same things. Sinatra. French movies. Post-modern art.'

'Mother, I don't care, okay?'

'I never slept with him.'

'Fine. Now, just drop it.'

'It's your father who cheated.'

Victoria wheeled around. In the direct sun, in her pin-striped trial suit, her face heating up, she thought she might faint. 'Liar!'

'I knew you'd say that. That's why I brought Nelson's note.'

Irene tried to hand her the envelope, but Victoria backed off as if it were on fire. 'It's probably a forgery. I wouldn't put it past you.'

'I don't wear faux pearls, I don't use paper plates, and I don't forge suicide notes. It's time you knew the truth. Your father was having an affair with Phyllis.'

'Phyllis Griffin?'

'It wasn't Phyllis Diller. Yes, Phyllis Griffin. They were sneaking around those last few months.'

'Now I know you're lying.'

Uncle Grif's wife, Junior's mother. The idea was preposterous.

'When I found out, I told your father I wanted a divorce. He begged me to forgive him, but I wouldn't. He got all psychological. Said he didn't love Phyllis. It was the pressure of the business, the Grand Jury investigation, maybe even animosity toward Grif for getting them into legal trouble. Nelson offered to get counseling, anything to save the marriage. I told him to go to hell. Said I'd divorce him and take you away. My pride was wounded, and I wouldn't give him another chance. So I am guilty, dear. Guilty of being rigid and unforgiving. Guilty of being so self- directed I couldn't see how damaged your father was. He committed suicide the night after our blowup.'

Victoria felt the slightest puff of a breeze. The boats groaned in their moorings, the air heavy with putrid fish. 'Give it to me.'

The note was handwritten on Griffin-Lord Construction Co. stationery.

Dearest Irene,

I cannot express the depths of my love for you

and Victoria, but it's all become too much to bear.

I fear the business will go under, and I don't see a way out. I have wronged you deeply, and nothing

I can ever say or do will make that right. My

biggest regret is that I will not live to see the

woman Victoria is destined to become. I beg both

of you to forgive me.

Nelson

Overhead, a seabird cawed. Victoria was aware of the sound of diesel engines kicking up, water boiling at the stern of a fishing boat.

'I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier,' Irene said. 'I wanted you to remember your father differently. And maybe part of me was humiliated.'

'Why?' Suddenly, everything had changed. Her mother was a victim in the marriage, not its villain. 'Dad's the one who cheated, the one who took the coward's way out.'

'Nelson felt he needed someone else. Not something for me to be proud of. And all these years, I've wondered. If I'd handled it differently, would he still be alive?'

'You can't blame yourself.'

'I've told myself that, too. But I'm the only one who could have saved him. And I didn't.' She took the note back, tore it up, and tossed the pieces off the dock, where they fluttered in the breeze like wings of herons.