J is for Judgment Page 68


“Sure. Aunt Gin was one of the witnesses at the wedding.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that, but it does make sense. The point is, when Grand found out, she was so furious she cut her off without a dime. She wouldn’t even let her keep the silver napkin rings.”

“A fate worse than death.”

“Well, it must have seemed like it at the time,” she said. “I don’t know what Grandmother did with the rest of ‘em, but there was one we all used to vie for at family gatherings. Grand had this whole collection of assorted napkin rings…different styles and monograms, all British silver,” she said. “Before dinner, if she thought you’d been rude or disobedient or something? She’d make you use the Rita Cynthia napkin ring. She meant it to be mean. You know, like it was her way of shaming anyone who got out of line—ridiculing all the girls—but we ended up fighting to have possession. We considered it a coup to get to use that one. Rita Cynthia was the only member of the family who ever really got away, and we thought she was great. So secretly we’d all get together and have this pitched battle for which of us would get to be Rita Cynthia. Whoever won would misbehave something fierce, and sure enough, Grand would descend like a witch and make ‘em use the Rita Cynthia napkin ring. Big disgrace, but we thought it was such a hoot.”

“Didn’t anyone object to your making such a big deal of it?”

“Oh, Grand didn’t know. She could hardly see by then, and besides, we were very careful. That was the best part of the game. I’m not even sure our mothers noticed. Or if they did, they probably applauded secretly. Rita was their favorite, and Virginia ran a close second. That was the hardest part about Aunt Rita’s defection. We not only lost her, but for the most part, we lost Gin as well.”

“Really,” I said, but I could barely hear myself. I felt as though I’d been struck. Liza couldn’t have guessed how the story was affecting me. My mother was never even a real person to them. She was a ritual, a symbol, something to be fought over like a bunch of rowdy dogs with a bone. I paused to clear my throat. “Why were they driving up to Lompoc?”

This time Liza was puzzled. I could see it in her eyes.

“My parents were killed on the way to Lompoc,” I said carefully, as if translating for a foreigner. “If they’d broken with the family, why were they going up there?”

“I hadn’t thought about that. I guess it was part of the reunion Aunt Gin was setting up.”

I must have stared at her in some significant way because her cheeks tinted suddenly. “Maybe we should wait until Tasha comes back. She flies down for a visit every couple of weeks. She can fill you in on this stuff much better than I can.”

“But what about the years since then? Why didn’t anybody get in touch?”

“Oh, I’m sure they tried. I mean, I know they wanted to. They talked back and forth with Aunt Gin on the phone, so everybody knew you were here. Anyway, what’s done is done. I know Mom and Maura and Uncle Walter will be thrilled to hear we’ve met, and you really must come up.”

I could feel something strange happening to my face. “None of you felt any reason to come down when Aunt Gin died?”

“Oh, God, you’re upset. I feel awful. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just remembered I have an appointment,” I said. It was only nine twenty-five. Liza’s entire revelation had taken less than half an hour. “I guess we’ll have to finish this on another occasion.”

She was suddenly busy with her handbag and her map. “I better hit the road, then. I probably should have called first, but I thought it would be such a fun surprise. I hope I haven’t blown it. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Please call. Or I’ll call you and we’ll get together again. Tasha’s older. She knows the story better and maybe she can fill you in. Everyone was crazy about Rita Cynthia. Honestly.”

Next thing I was aware of, cousin Liza was gone. I closed the door behind her and went over to the window. A white wall wound along the properties in the back, bougainvillea spilling across the top in a tumbling mass of magenta. In theory, I’d suddenly gained an entire family, cause for rejoicing if you happen to believe the ladies’ magazines. In reality, I felt as if someone had just stolen everything I held dear, a common theme in all the books you read on burglary and theft.

17

The coffee shop Harris Brown had selected for our brainstorming session was a maze of interconnecting rooms with a huge oak tree growing up the middle. I parked in the side lot and walked into the entrance T. There were benches on either side of a corridor intended as an area where people could sit while they waited for their names to be called. Business had fallen off, and now there was just the length of empty space with potted rubber plants and what looked like a lectern at the end. A row of windows on either side of the entranceway gave an unobstructed view of patrons dining at tables in flanking wings of the restaurant.

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