fun.”
Did you really say that? Did you shoot that man dead, out of loyalty? Or was Trish lying one more time?
“I don’t know, G,” Trish answered.
Mary couldn’t take it any longer. Trish had said she hadn’t told Giulia that the cops had the ring, so she could be tested easily. “Giulia, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what?” Giulia smiled expectantly.
“Did Trish ever lend you an opal ring?”
“Huh?” Giulia blinked, then froze, her back against the door. For a second Mary thought she might open it and try to run, but her gaze traveled slowly and almost fearfully to Trish. “I’m really…sorry, T. I never shoulda done it. I didn’t have the right.”
No. “So Trish did lend it to you?”
“Yeah, she did. For my wedding. I wanted it to be the borrowed thing. But I never gave it back.” Giulia turned to Trish again, her voice quiet. “I’m sorry, T. Really.”
“That’s okay, G,” Trish said, then looked at Mary, her chin raised. “See?”
I can’t believe this. Giulia did it?
Giulia continued, “I shouldn’t a kep’ it so long, I guess. I forgot I had it. I’ll get it back to you, T, I swear.”
Mary felt a chill. “You won’t able to do that so easily, Giulia.”
“Sure I will. I’ll just ask Yo for it. I lent it to her.” Giulia turned to Trish again. “It wasn’t my ring to lend anybody. I didn’t have the right, I know. I shoulda asked you, T, but I didn’t.”
“What happened?” Trish asked, with a frown, and Mary’s heart leaped up.
Giulia continued, “Yo was over my house, sometime last year, and she saw your ring in my jewelry box, and she knew it was yours, so she asked could she borrow it. I forget why.” She thought a minute. “It was Halloween, that’s right, and she wanted to be a gypsy for that party at Rock Lobster. Remember when we all went to that party?”
Trish nodded. “Sure, and we got so wasted on the appletinis?”
“Yeah, and I said that’s a good gypsy ring because opals are like crystal balls kinda, and I lent it to Yo without askin’ you.”
Mary almost cried with relief. “So Yolanda has it? Not you?”
“Yeah.” Giulia nodded, her dark curls bouncing. “Now can we go out? Or are you too mad at me, T?”
“I’m not mad, honey,” Trish told her with a soft smile.
So Yolanda did it. But why? The same reason? Loyalty to a girlfriend? Then Mary remembered that Yolanda was always the unhappy one, and she had a gun, too.
“We can ask Yo for it, in a minute.” Giulia gestured behind her. “She’s meetin’ us here, with Missy. I came separate because Joe and me went out to dinner.”
In the next minute, there was the sound of singing in the stairway, and the door opened. Yolanda stuck her head inside, her long hair swinging and a crooked grin on her face. “You guys decent?” she asked, guffawing, then burst unsteadily into the room, her leather coat barely covering a supershort black dress with black suede boots.
Giulia rolled her eyes. “You started drinkin’ already?”
“Okay, so I had a lil’ somethin’ somethin’.” Yolanda grinned. “Don’t worry, Missy’s drivin’. She’s outside, she hadda park.”
“Yo.” Giulia touched her arm. “Can you hear me?”
“Gimme a break. I’m not that out of it.”
“Listen, remember that opal ring?”
“What oval ring?”
“The opal ring I lent you, Trish’s ring. You wore it to the party, last Halloween.”
“At Rock Lobster? When I was the gypsy?”
“Yeah.”
“Told you I’m not that drunk.”
“Whatev. Trish wants her ring back.”
Yolanda blinked, confused.
“Do you have it?”
“No.”
“Did you lose it, you idiot?”
“No.”
“What happened to it?”
“I’m trying to remember.” Yolanda squinted hard. “That was the night with the appletinis, and it was so cold out, and we came back here, right?”
Giulia nodded. “Right, Yo. We came back here because we drank too much and we all crashed in T’s room, right here. We didn’t go back to T’s house because we knew Bobby would throw a fit.” She turned to Trish. “Remember, T? You, me, and Missy slep’ on the floor, and we let Yo have the bed because she passed out and we couldn’t move her?”
Trish kept frowning. “Yeah, I guess. But what happened to my ring, Yo?”
“I took it off in here,” Yolanda answered, pointing at the table. “I put it right under the lamp. I figured you’d see it in the morning. Didn’t you?”
Mary felt stricken, thinking of the implications.
Trish seemed to freeze. “You’re wrong. You didn’t do that.”
“Did, too,” Yolanda said.
“You’re too drunk to remember.”
“I’m not that drunk, and I remember.” Yolanda pointed again at the night table. “I put it right there. I was sure you’d see it. Anybody comin’ into the room woulda seen it. Ask your mom. I’m sure she saw it.”
Giulia looked over, nodding. “Yeah, T, your mom probably found it. I’m sure it’s safe.”
Trish looked stricken, and Mary didn’t know what to say. Suddenly Missy stuck her head in the doorway and called out, “Let’s get this party started!”
Trish scrambled off the bed and onto her feet. “Everybody, go. Now. I don’t wanna go out partyin’. I don’t feel good. I need to just chill, by myself.”
No. Mary rose, facing her. She wasn’t about to leave. “It’s not that easy.”
“Don’t tell me,” Trish shot back, nervous. Her gaze shifted to the girls. “Get out, all of you.”
“What’s goin’ on?” Missy asked, entering the bedroom.
“Get out!” Trish shouted, and Giulia recoiled.
“What’sa matter, T?”
Yolanda shook her head, her expression muzzy. “No way, girl. Time to party.”
“Get out, all of you!” Trish exploded, and the girls jumped, confused. Missy fled outside, followed by Yolanda.
“Jeez, T.” Giulia was bewildered. “All this, ’cause of a ring? What’d I do?”
“Just go, G. You and Mary, get outta my house.” Trish stepped forward suddenly and pushed her.
“What the-” Giulia stumbled back, hurt.
“Go!” Trish screamed, and Giulia’s lined eyes flew wide open.
“Giulia, please go.” Mary gave her the nod, and Giulia headed out the door.
Trish turned on Mary. “You, too. Go.”
“No, Trish.” Mary set her jaw. “I’m not going. This ends here and now.”
“Get out.” Trish shoved Mary against the desk, pushing her off balance, and her arms pinwheeled, knocking the bulletin board off the wall with a loud clunk.
“Trish?” Mrs. Gambone called from downstairs. “What’s goin’ on up there?”
“Ma, don’t come up!” Trish shouted, but Mary grabbed her arm.
“She talks to me or I tell the cops. Which is it?”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Trish shot back, her teeth clenched.
“Come up, Mrs. Gambone,” Mary shouted, going to the door with Trish on her heels.
