Part 6 (1/2)
”Cool. Okay if I come over this weekend? I'm pretty sure the apartment will be a lot quieter than the dorm to study in.”
”Be my guest. We can study together. Now go drink that before it cools off.”
”Yeah, definitely. Thanks, Mom.” He reached halfway over the counter and gave me a brief hug.
Given his height he could reach that way much easier than I could. It felt good watching him stroll off looking happy again. I prayed silently asking G.o.d to keep him safe, and to help bring to light what really happened to Frank Collins, for the sake of his family and my own. Somewhere there was a family for whom the truth wouldn't bring peace, but for many of us knowing the truth would be the only peace we'd get out of a bad situation.
While I mused over that and made a couple of lattes for two professors who barely looked up from their discussion with each other to take them, Linnette sidled up behind them. The profs finally retreated to a table to continue their conversation and Linnette came up to the counter. ”Six-thirty at Sally's Deli. Is that okay with you?”
”Sounds great. I'll meet you there,” I told her. Sally's was a big place where the menu went on for pages, so everyone could get what they wanted. It also had lots of booths and tables off in little nooks, meaning we could talk without constant interruption or worries of anyone overhearing what we said.
The rest of my s.h.i.+ft was just busy enough to make the time go by, but I wasn't ever overworked. Maria came back soon after Linnette's last visit and at six Rico, one of the student workers, came to take my place at the counter. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and then he got busy and I left.
Sally's Deli wasn't all that far from campus and traffic around Rancho Conejo was surprisingly light for rush hour on a weekday. I made it to the restaurant in plenty of time. When I went in, Linnette waved from a secluded corner table, where I joined her. She handed me a menu that looked like a small-town phone book and we discussed what we might get for ten minutes until Dot joined us. I'd gotten into the salad section when Linnette looked up over her reading gla.s.ses.
”I just realized that you weren't there for the start of the meeting last week.”
”That's right. Did I miss something?”
”One thing that I keep forgetting to tell you. We have a different meeting schedule in December. We'll meet the next two Sunday nights instead of Wednesdays. It frees everybody up for Christmas and travel that way.”
”Works for me,” I told her, just in time to see Dot heading for the table.
”Hi, ladies. It's great to see a couple of friendly faces.” She sat down at the table, probably still wearing the outfit she'd worn to Frank's funeral. The tailored pants outfit was a deep green that suited her well. Still, Dot looked tired, with faint dark smudges under her eyes.
”Was the funeral that bad, or has there been more today?” Linnette asked.
”It was mostly the funeral. I took Lucy, Candace's roommate with me, which felt odd without Candace along. Oh, and I saw that young reporter again. He mostly sat in the back and seemed to take notes. I didn't see him talk to anybody.”
For that I felt thankful. Sam wasn't the pushy type, but n.o.body should have reporters intrude on an event like a funeral. Dot went on with her story. ”After the services I took Lucy back to her place while those that wanted to went to the cemetery. Eventually I met up with them at Frank's mother's house.” Dot wrinkled her nose and looked longingly at my water gla.s.s.
I pushed it over to her. ”Go ahead. I haven't touched that one yet and the server will bring another one as soon as we get his attention.”
”Normally I'd argue, but I'm tired and thirsty so I'll take you up on your offer.” I didn't want to press her for details of her day, knowing that Linnette is even better than I am at leading questions. Besides, Dot didn't usually need to have many questions directed to her. Once she rested a little and ordered dinner, she'd tell us anything we needed to know.
We got Dot her own cold drink and replaced my water when the server came back, and then Linnette and I proceeded to order while Dot looked at the menu another minute. By the time we had finished ordering she was ready as well. ”Just soup and a dinner salad,” she told the server. ”I'm saving room for dessert. Something large and chocolate.”
After he had left the table I looked at Dot. ”Okay, now I know it must have been a rough day, if you're already antic.i.p.ating chocolate therapy.”
She grinned. ”You bet. After dealing with Ruth Collins and her sisters, there probably isn't enough chocolate in this restaurant to really make me feel better, but dessert is a start.”
”What did they do that was so awful?” Linnette was the one to ask this time so I didn't have to.
Dot sighed. ”It wasn't what they did as much as what they didn't do. I know every mother thinks her child is perfect, but Ruth is downright awful to Tracy. And the only one of the grandkids she seems to pay any attention to is Frankie.”
”Ouch.” Linnette reached for the breadbasket that our server had put on the table. ”That has to be hard on Tracy on two counts. She has to deal with upset kids and her mother-in-law at the same time.”
”And she's not managing any of it well. She mostly sat at Ruth's dining-room table and cried while I was there. I sat next to her and talked some since n.o.body else was paying her much attention. Frank's books are as big a mess as you'd expect them to be, and she's already started getting calls from people who want money.”
Linnette looked up from the warm roll she was b.u.t.tering. ”She could sure use some support. I know they were nominally members at our church. Do you think she'd be open to our Christian Friends group?”
Dot shook her head. ”Some other group would probably be better. Perhaps one that focuses on younger women or grief issues.”
”And perhaps one that I'm not in,” I said. It was what Dot was thinking, I was sure. Neither Tracy nor I would be quite comfortable together if she ever found out that Ben was a suspect in her husband's murder, no matter how wrong the police were for suspecting him.
”You've got a point there. Both of you do. I think our group probably has its quota of widows right now. And Tracy would probably benefit from a group that could deal with her grief and put her on the right track to settling Frank's tangled business affairs. I'll talk to Pastor George and see if he has any suggestions.”
”That would be nice.” I helped myself to one of those warm rolls. I didn't really need to dip into the breadbasket, but comfort food sounded good. ”What about having Lucy at the funeral? Did it feel strange just because Candace wasn't there?”
”No, there was more. We were right about one thing. The minute we got there she started looking around for Matt. When she saw him, she wanted to sit next to him. Of course I didn't mind that. I took her over to the row where he was sitting and sat there myself, a few places down from them.”
Dot was quiet for a minute. I noticed that her roll was the only one untouched, except for it having been torn in pieces and pushed around her bread plate. ”I suppose I should call back Detective Fernandez about what I heard and saw, but I just hate to do it.”
”What do you mean?”
She looked at me and her eyes were still so tired. ”After getting Ben in trouble I don't want to make another mistake. But Matt and Lucy were talking just loudly enough that I could hear them. When the service was almost over Lucy started crying as they took the casket out of the sanctuary. Matt reached over and patted her hand. 'See, Lucy,' he said. 'I promised you he wouldn't bother you again.'” She looked down at the table again. ”That wasn't all, either. I saw his hand while he was patting her. His knuckles were all sc.r.a.ped and starting to heal as if he'd been in a fistfight.”
Now I was worried, too. ”You're probably right, Dot. Fernandez would want to know about that. But what if what you heard didn't mean what you thought it did? Then another kid goes through what Ben has.”
”I know.” Dot looked troubled. ”I think when dinner is over we should go somewhere quieter and pray together. I need some help with figuring out what I should tell that detective.”
”We can certainly pray with you, Dot. And personally, I wouldn't even mind doing it here.” The server was probably a little startled to see the three of us praying together when he brought our food, but if he was he hid it well. I figured it probably wasn't the most unusual thing he'd seen in the busy deli. Besides, it gave Dot enough peace that she could have a good dinner and then split one of their huge pieces of German chocolate cake with the rest of us. n.o.body really needed dessert, but that cake was probably the highlight of the day for all three of us.
Chapter Ten.
Thursday and Friday were a giant blur. Between working on the final project that was due, and turning it in, and the two cla.s.ses that had actual final exams to study for, I either lived at school or focused on school even when I came home. It didn't help any that I had two four-hour s.h.i.+fts at the Coffee Corner, but Maria needed the help. Most of the undergrad students who worked for her bailed to study and take finals.
Ben showed up at the apartment far earlier on Friday night than I had seen him on a weekend all semester. Usually on Friday evenings he hung out with friends, maybe went out for pizza or a movie before coming home to dear old Mom.
This week, though, everybody must be in study mode. Since he'd gotten there so early I sprang for pizza for the two of us and we spent most of the evening with our various textbooks spread out in the living room. Ben commandeered the couch and I took over the armchair while we listened to music and studied. It was a strange and new thing to work on academic projects in the same room with my son without helping him with his homework. I figured some time during the weekend we might quiz each other on things. That would be even stranger than studying side by side.
Sat.u.r.day morning found me in Dot's kitchen after kennel ch.o.r.es, having coffee and cinnamon rolls while we talked about our kids. I mentioned how odd it was to study with Ben like contemporaries. She nodded thoughtfully.
”I didn't have much of that with Candace, but we had our moments. She learned to sew in a cla.s.s at school and we'd work on things together. Eventually she got tired of sewing and moved on to other things, but for a while we had fun. We even made a quilt together.”
”Neat. Do you still have it?”
”She does. It's on her bed in Camarillo. Her 'real' bed, as she would say. We keep one bedroom set up for her here when she comes for a weekend, but our house doesn't feel like home to her anymore.” Dot sipped her coffee. ”But then I guess that's a good thing. That's what parenting is all about, raising kids to go off on their own as much as it's possible.”
”Sure. That doesn't mean that it's all fun and games, though. I waver back and forth between missing the little boy I used to have and marveling at how much Ben reminds me of his dad, when I met him at college. Except that Ben's got more common sense.”
Dot laughed. ”Consider who raised him, my dear. What were Hal's parents like?”
”Wealthy. Divorced by the time he was in college, and both of them spoiled him rotten to get back at each other. If I'd looked critically at his parents, I might have thought twice about marrying their son. But at Ben's age while I may have had some common sense, I didn't have as much as he seems to have now.”
”I'd like to meet your mother some time,” Dot said. ”Considering the way you turned out, she must be a pretty neat lady. Do you think she'll ever come out for a visit?”