“My ears were ringing.” Daisy came outside, all radiant and scrubbed, wearing a terry robe from the closet. Gretchen had gone out of her way to stock the spare room with luxuries to lure their occasional guest. “Hey, doggie.” She scooped up Nimrod.
The homeless woman had an affinity with animals. Even Tutu loved her.
“Sit down and tell us your news,” Caroline said.
“First tell me about the museum. How is it coming along? When will it open?”
“We’ve only begun,” Caroline said. “But I’m thrilled with the results so far.”
“I wish I could say the same about the fundraiser,” Gretchen added. “Today I learned that we don’t have anyone to handle lights. But I’ll figure out something.” She patted the seat of the lounge chair next to her. “Sit down and tell all.”
“I can’t sit. I want to bounce right off the stars.” Daisy whirled, robe twirling. “Nacho proposed!” she said. “We’re getting married.”
Gretchen and Caroline yelped with pleasure. Daisy blushed. Her middle-aged face took on a young girl’s glow.
“I’ll have to put my acting career on hold,” she said. “But it will only be temporary.”
“Sure. You can always go back to acting later,” Gretchen agreed.
One of Daisy’s consuming delusions was her belief that Hollywood scouts would discover her on the crowded streets of Phoenix and she would become an Oscar-winning actress. It hadn’t happened so far, but Daisy remained optimistic.
Today, the bride-to-be was more grounded than usual.
“When and where is this extraordinary event taking place?” Caroline asked.
“At the courthouse on the first of June. We don’t want a lengthy engagement, but we need to give our out-of- town friends time to arrive. Everyone we know is invited.”
Gretchen could picture an entire homeless community descending en masse to converge on the Phoenix courthouse.
They’d never make it through security.
And where would the couple honeymoon? In Eternal View Cemetery? Would they dine at the rescue mission? She couldn’t completely wrap her mind around their future together, but they’d coexisted until now in perfect contentment.
Caroline winked at Gretchen. She nodded back, knowing what was coming.
“Why don’t we have the wedding right here?” Caroline said. “We could find someone to perform the ceremony on the patio and have a reception afterward. And everyone would still be invited.” She grabbed Daisy’s hand. “Please say yes.”
Daisy radiated happiness. “I’d love that!” she said. “I have to go call my friends and tell them about the change in plans.”
And off she went, bouncing on a dreamy cloud with the teacup poodle in her arms. “Daisy is a mystery,” Gretchen said. “Where did she get the cell phone? And who is maintaining the service for her?”
“Who knows? I think she came from a good home life. She’s kind and generous and has impeccable manners when it suits her.”
“I wish she’d agree to accept psychological help and get off the street.”
“It’s her choice. She’s the only one who can make a change happen. All we can do is support her decision and help in small ways. Besides, she is working on improving herself. She’s trying a new medication.”
“Really!” No wonder Daisy seemed so rational lately. “The pills are working.”
“She told me about her doctor’s visit last week, but I wasn’t supposed to tell you.”
“Why not?”
“You tend to get too involved.”
“Marriage will be good for both of them. Now if only-” Gretchen was about to voice her concerns about Nacho and his battle with alcoholism when her mother interrupted.
“All we can do is support them,” Caroline reminded her. “When is Matt picking you up?”
“He’s bringing dinner in an hour, enough for all of us.” She glanced up at Camelback Mountain, appreciating the view from the patio as much today as the day she’d moved into her mother’s cabana. “Then we’re hitting the mountain ridges.”
“The quest for another bird?”
Gretchen nodded. Something like that.
“Listen, we have to have a conversation before Matt arrives.”
“Sure, what’s up?” Her mother looked too serious. Please don’t tell me your cancer is back. That particular fear hung on the edge of Gretchen’s mind all the time.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Caroline said. “I’m perfectly fine. It’s about the woman in the cemetery.”
“What about her?” Gretchen had kept the dead woman at the back of her thoughts most of the day. Staying busy had helped.
“The fantasy doll looked vaguely familiar to me. I thought about it all night, and this morning I knew for sure I was right. It was so long ago, I didn’t believe it could be possible. But unfortunately, it was.” Caroline reached for her glass on the table-her favorite cocktail, a single-malt scotch, ice, no water. “I know who the murder victim is.”
“What?” exclaimed Gretchen.
“I met Matt at the police station. He showed me photographs and I identified her. She was older than I’d pictured her. It’s strange, when you haven’t seen someone for a long time, you expect them to remain looking exactly the same.” Caroline’s face registered fear and sadness.
Gretchen rose and bent over the back of Caroline’s chair, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her mother’s shoulders. “Who was she?”
Caroline went limp under Gretchen’s fingers, giving herself over to the massage. “We met at a national doll convention long before I married your father. We kept in touch for a number of years, then lost track of each other, but every once in a while, I’d get news and see pictures of her fantasy dolls. Her name was Allison Thomasia.” Caroline smiled, remembering.
“I wonder what happened in the cemetery,” Gretchen said, feeling her mother’s muscles tighten again, sorry she had said anything.
“Matt told me someone struck her several times, crushing her head. The murder weapon hasn’t been found.” Caroline’s voice cracked.
Gretchen thought of the blood stains on the desert floor and Matt’s observation that the woman had crawled before collapsing. She’d keep that knowledge to herself.
“Did she live in Phoenix?” Gretchen asked.
“I doubt it, or I would have heard.”
The doorbell at the front of the house rang. Gretchen heard Nimrod, the family gatekeeper, raising the alarm from inside.
“It’s Matt,” Gretchen said. “Nimrod will shake him down.”
“We’re around back,” Caroline called out. A minute later Matt unlatched the outer patio door, came through, and placed a bag on the table. Nimrod burst back outside and tried to crawl up his leg. Matt reached down and stroked the little dog, greeted Caroline, then addressed Gretchen.
“Too lazy to properly greet the man of your dreams,” he said. “I expected you to rush to me.”
“I’m paralyzed with pleasure,” Gretchen responded. “I can’t move a single muscle.”
“We’ll have to work on your welcomes.” He kissed her.
Gretchen loved the casual banter between them. He was a completely different person when he relaxed-fun, witty, sensual.
She walked into the house and went down the hall to get Daisy, but found her sprawled on the bed, talking on her cell. She refused to budge. “I couldn’t eat a thing,” Daisy said. “I’m too excited.”
The rest of them dined on Gretchen’s favorite food-green chile stew from Richardson’s Restaurant. While they ate she thought about her plan for their evening mountain hike. She’d packed a light blanket, two wineglasses, candles, and a bottle of champagne. Tonight, she was going to have him all to herself. She had briefly considered faking a twisted ankle at the very height of Camelback to keep him up there. But knowing him, he’d call in a
