“On second thought,” said Evelyn, picking up a puzzle piece, “he couldn’t be your husband-he looks like someone I know rather all too well.” She studied the piece for a moment, then slipped it down the front of her blouse.
“Now, now, Evelyn,” said the nurse: “We’ll never finish our puzzle that way, will we?”
“It’s not
The nurse started to say something, but Karen interrupted. “Thanks for showing us in.”
The nurse closed her mouth and backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Karen pulled up a chair and sat at the table opposite Evelyn. Evelyn picked out another puzzle piece and tried it in several spaces. The borders of the puzzle were done-they were black-and there were clusters of black pieces here and there, some of them silvered. There was also a white shape, somewhat triangular, that might have been a mountaintop. Evelyn’s piece wouldn’t fit. She handed it to Karen and said: “Did you know my father?”
“I never had the pleasure.”
“Don’t be smarmy. Just yes or no.”
“No.”
“You-know-who killed him. He was a fine man. A good man. He never abused me in any way, not the mental way or the physical way or the sexual way. Unlike a certain aforementioned I could mention.” Her gaze rose, fastened for a moment on Eddie. Then she looked quickly away and whispered to Karen, a symbolic whisper, audible to anyone in the room: “Who is he?”
“Don’t you know?” said Karen.
“Whisper.”
Karen lowered her voice. “Don’t you know?”
“How would I? I’m not exactly in circulation. What’s the date today?”
Karen told her. Evelyn nodded, as though receiving news at once bad and unsurprising, then found the thread of the conversation. “I don’t even know you either, although you’ve been visiting lately.”
“Karen. Karen de Vere.”
“Evelyn. Evelyn Andrea Manning Packer Nye. Looks like hell, wants to die.”
“Don’t talk like that, Evelyn.”
She brightened.
“No ax, Evelyn,” Karen said. “But your father died of heart disease, according to the hospital records.”
“Driven to it,” said Evelyn, “by the aforementioned unmentionable.”
“Driven to heart disease?”
“You’ve never heard of stress?”
Eddie had been standing by the door, perfectly still on the outside, reeling within. He spoke: “Karen.”
Both women looked up at the sound of his voice. There was fear in Evelyn’s eyes; perhaps it wasn’t entirely absent from Karen’s either.
“I want to talk to you.”
Karen rose.
“Oo,” said Evelyn. “Big manny-man.” Then she had another look at Eddie and said, “Sorry.” Karen followed Eddie to the door. As they went out, Eddie heard Evelyn murmur, “Mental, physical, sexual.”
Eddie and Karen stood in the hall outside the library. “What’s going on?” Eddie said.
“In the old days they called it madness. Now we say dysfunctional.”
“That’s not what I meant. I meant what are you doing? Why did you bring me here?”
“I thought you could help me.”
“Do what?”
“Shed some light on her situation.”
“Why would I be able to do that?”
“Because you’re her brother-in-law.”
“I don’t know her.”
“How is that possible? She’s been married to your brother for fourteen years. Besides, you already said you did.”
Eddie looked down into Karen’s eyes, saw complexity. Bits of information-Evelyn’s father and his connections, her madness, the $230,000 check-popped up in his mind but refused to cohere. All he knew was that he was being set up. He didn’t know how, why, or by whom, he just knew it was happening.
Karen put her hand on his arm. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” she said. “I meant what I told you at the pond.”
“Did you?” Eddie said. “I think you were pumping me.”
“No.”
Eddie shook off her hand. “And I don’t think Jack called me what you said he did. You invented that, just to divide us.”
Karen’s voice rose. “Think what you want.”
Down the hall a door opened. A man came out. He had a sandy mustache. Eddie recognized him from the health club: he’d peeked twice through the window of the steam bath, once before Karen entered, once after. Now he was here, living proof. Karen waved him away, too late.
“Where’s the woman in the pink leotard?” Eddie said.
“What are you talking about?” Karen said, but her eyes shifted.
“And next time you’re pretending to be blind as a bat, don’t let anyone see your contacts.”
“Everything all right?” said the man with the sandy mustache, coming down the hall.
“Please, Eddie,” Karen said, “I’ve got to talk to you.”
“I don’t talk to cops.”
“I’m not a cop.”
“He is.”
One of the mustached man’s hands disappeared inside his jacket. Arrest, Eddie knew, was next. Arrest, trial, prison. He knew the drill.
Eddie didn’t think. He just let things happen. Things like snatching the tortoiseshell glasses off Karen’s face and flinging them at the mustached man.
“Hold it right there,” the man said.
Things like moving, the way he could move. The mustached man had time to get his gun out, but not raise it, before Eddie hit him. The mustached man went down. Instant disorder. Eddie ran from it, down the parquet hall, past many rooms, to the front door, out. He kept going, down the lane, through the gateposts with the carved owl heads on top, into some woods across the road. There he stopped, listened for sounds of pursuit. Hearing none, he stayed where he was.
Through the trees Eddie could see lights in the windows of the Mount Olive Extended Care Residence and Spa. He felt like a barbarian coming upon an outpost of civilization: much safer where he was. A few minutes later clouds slid across the moon, blackening the night. Eddie felt safer yet. Then it began to rain. He didn’t care.
Not long after that, headlights appeared in the lane. Two cars drove out, the first a sedan, the second Karen’s Japanese two-seater. They turned onto the road and sped away. Eddie waited until their taillights vanished before leaving the woods.
He recrossed the road, went back through the gate, cut over the lawn to the library end of the house. He peered through a mullioned window.
Evelyn was sitting in the chair by the fire, shaking her head no. The nurse was standing over her, saying something Eddie couldn’t hear. They went on like that, the nurse talking, Evelyn shaking her head. After a while the nurse took Evelyn’s hand. Evelyn snatched it away. The nurse took it again, this time in both of hers. Evelyn tried to free herself, but failed. The nurse pulled Evelyn to her feet and led her from the room.
Eddie backed away from the house. Soon a light went on in an upstairs room, directly over the library. The nurse appeared in the window. She drew the curtains. A few seconds passed, long enough for her to cross the room. The light went out.
Eddie moved under a tree. Rain fell on him through the leafless branches. He wiped the top of his head, felt the stubble. Gray stubble: that made him mad.
