“It’s hard to think of Susan as a murderer,” she said. “She’s so . . . so . . .”
“Airy-fairy,” Bernie suggested.
“Airy-fairy?” Libby repeated.
“It’s a twenties expression. Or maybe it comes from the thirties. I’m not sure. Anyway, it means inane, fatuous. Of course, now it connotes putting on airs.”
“How about plain nuts,” Clyde Schiller said as he leaned over and took another bite of crisp off his plate. “Lord, this is good.”
“Thanks,” Bernie said.
The phone rang. Libby looked at everyone. No one was making a move to get it. Given the number of calls they’d been getting from the hyenas, as her father liked to call the reporters, Libby was eternally grateful for answering machines.
“It’s probably another booker,” she said.
Bernie made a face. “Yesterday I got a call from Good Morning America.” She took a bit of crisp and decided she’d been right to put a touch of cinnamon in it. “At least Fred didn’t get that photograph. Can you imagine if he had?”
Libby closed her eyes and thought about what it would have looked like. “Thank God he didn’t.”
“That’s for sure,” Sean said. “We’d never get rid of the bastards then.”
He had a tray over his wheelchair, and Libby was glad to see he was slowly eating his crisp. She’d been scared that all the hoopla connected to Susan’s capture would exhaust her father but it seemed to have energized him instead. Libby took a little of the whipped cream off the crisp and put it in her coffee as she watched Rob lean forward.
“Bernie, tell me again how you knew about the cyanide.”
Bernie licked a dab of whipped cream off her finger.
“It was in one of those books I read. You know, odd facts about food. Like that polar bears’ livers are toxic.” Bernie ate another bite of her crisp. “Bamboo shoots have a small amount of cyanide in them, which is why when you boil them you’re always supposed to leave the top of the pot off. That way the toxin evaporates. But Susan didn’t do that. She left the top on so the cyanide went back in the water. Then she cooked more bamboo shoots in the same water so eventually she’d made herself something that was pretty potent.”
“And it tasted the same?” Clyde asked.
“It must have because Lionel drank it right down,” Libby said.
Sean shook his head.
“Maybe if Lionel had sipped instead of gulped, he’d be alive today.”
Libby tried to make herself comfortable on the edge of her father’s bed and not think about what she had to do downstairs in the kitchen.
“Well, he did win the pie-eating contest when he was in high school,” she pointed out as Rob looked at her.
“But,” he said, “I still don’t get why Susan Andrews killed him. Or Geoff Holder, for that matter. What motive did she have?”
Libby indicated her father with a flourish of her hand.
“Dad,” she said.
Sean cleared his throat.
“Did you ever read Lionel’s book, Damned to Death?” he asked Rob.
“Can’t say I have. Why?”
“Well, Lionel wrote it—what? A couple of years ago. Anyway, it starts out with this kid who shoots himself playing Russian roulette with his brother and a couple of his friends. Now when this kid shoots himself, everybody, including his brother, thinks he’s dead, so they run away.
“Turns out, he wasn’t. He was alive but bleeding. He could have been saved if anyone was around, but they weren’t, so the kid dies and then comes back as a vampire— don’t ask me how that happens—and hunts everyone down to get back at them for what they did to him.”
“Okay,” Rob said. “But what does that have to do with anything?”
“It was based on something that really happened here. A kid called Josh Andrews shot himself on prom night.”
“That was so terrible,” Libby said.
Sean nodded.
“Yes, it was. The story went out that it was an accident, but it wasn’t. He was playing Russian roulette and he shot himself and bled out.”
“Found him over in the park by the river,” Clyde said. “His brother . . .”
“Susan’s husband,” Bernie interjected.
“Yup. He always denied that he was there, but I never believed him.”
“I never heard about that,” Libby objected.
“You wouldn’t have,” Clyde said. “It was hushed up. After all, Bud and Josh’s father was a Supreme Court judge. Besides that, I think people felt that losing one son and having the other prosecuted for reckless endangerment was more than a man should have to bear.”
“So Lionel wrote about that incident in his book Damned to Death?” Rob said.
“Exactly,” Clyde said. “And Bud went in the garage and shot himself a little while after Damned to Death came out. And he left a suicide note making it pretty clear why he killed himself—which I never got to read because evidently Susan destroyed it before I got there.”
“And Susan blamed Lionel for her husband’s death,” Rob said.
Clyde nodded.
“But there was nothing she could do about it legally. What he’d done wasn’t criminal, at least not from the judicial point of view. So when she heard he was coming to town—well, it was a perfect opportunity to even the score. And then with the cooking lesson dealing with the bamboo shoots, knowing Susan, I bet she thought it was a message from the gods to get on with the job.”
Clyde reached over and helped himself to another serving of crisp out of the pan. “At least that’s what she said in her statement. You know,” he said as he took another mouthful of crisp, “I think the walnuts combined with the oats give the whole thing just the right amount of crunch.”
Bernie thanked him and got up and started pacing.
“You know what I don’t get,” she said.
“What?” Clyde said.
“How did Lionel know about Josh’s death? Was he there?”
Clyde shook his head.
“I think for Susan that’s the worst part of the whole thing. She told Lionel.”
“She told him?” Bernie echoed. “Why?”
“Why do people tell other people things after sex? Who knows?”
“She was sleeping with him?” Libby squeaked.
“And Geoff,” Clyde said.
Bernie sat back down.
“Boy, for a mousy little thing she certainly got around, didn’t she?”
“You know what they say,” Sean began, “about . . .”
“. . . Still waters running deep,” both Libby and Bernie chorused with him.
Sean laughed.
“And Geoff,” Rob continued. “What about him?”
“According to Susan’s statement, he tried to blackmail her,” Clyde told him. “He saw the recipe in the kitchen just like Bernie did, only Susan didn’t overhear him talking on the phone. I guess he thought Susan was an easy way to get some money, which as you recall, thanks to Lionel, he was in desperate need of.”
“Why did she try to blame everything on Tiffany?” Libby asked.
“She didn’t set out to do that,” Clyde said. “It just sort of evolved what with people talking the way they were. And she never liked her much. I think she figured better her than me.”
Libby shook her head. “I guess we all should be grateful to Bree Nottingham for coming in when she did.”
“I’ll eat to that,” Rob said.
Libby stood up. “Speaking of which, I have a couple of things to take care of downstairs.”
Bernie started to rise, but Libby waved her back down. The truth was, she’d rather be by herself. She needed the time alone. When she walked into the kitchen, she breathed deeply and took in the odors of cinnamon and basil and butter and garlic. She felt better already. This was where she belonged. This was where she felt comfortable.
Libby grabbed a sponge and began wiping off the kitchen counters and putting the things Googie and Amber had forgotten away. She wa
s planning next week’s specials as she washed the floor out in front when she heard someone knocking on the door. She looked up. Tiffany was standing there. Libby took a deep breath. Her emotions were so jumbled up that she didn’t know what she was going to say.
Tiffany motioned to the doorknob and Libby went and unlocked the door and opened it. Tiffany stayed outside.
“You’re out,” Libby said.
“Since yesterday.”
Libby didn’t say anything.
Tiffany shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
“I just wanted to come by and thank you before I leave, for everything you’ve done for me,” she told Libby. “And to explain about Orion . . .”
Libby didn’t want to hear it.
“There’s nothing to explain.”
“Yes, there is. I was stupid. I wanted to tell you, but every time I looked at you . . . I mean, you loved him so much. It made me feel so bad.”
“Then why did you?”
“It just happened. I was drinking . . . I was dumb . . . I was . . . young.”
“That was the first time.”
“I guess I was a little bit jealous.”
“Of what? You were thin. You went out all the time.”
“You just had this nice relationship with your family. Your mother was always teaching you things. I . . . just wished . . .” Tiffany’s voice trailed off. She swallowed. “Not that it matters now. Anyway, Orion called and told me about the pie in the face. I just came by to congratulate you and tell you how sorry I am for everything.”
“So where are you going?” Libby asked.
“Down to Miami. I think I need to start over.” Tiffany cleared her throat. “Will you call me?”
“I . . .”
“Not right away. But maybe in a couple of months when everything has died down.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Thanks.” Tiffany stood there for a moment. “He was never right for you anyway. I always thought you could do better.” Then she turned, walked to her car, got in, and drove away.
As Libby watched her go, she could see Bernie and Rob coming up out of the corner of her eye.
“I’m glad you said what you did,” Bernie told her.
“You heard?”
“Yup. I’ve got big ears,” her sister said. “And Tiffany’s right. You can do better than Orion.”
“Perhaps.” Libby closed the door and relocked it.
“So where are you guys going?” she asked.
“We came to get you,” Bernie told her.
“Yeah,” Rob said. “We’re going to R.J.’s and we thought you’d like to come along.”
Libby shook her head and pulled at her T-shirt.
“I’m a mess.”
“So go change,” Bernie told her.
“I really don’t . . .”
“You’re coming,” Bernie said in a voice that Libby knew from years of experience brooked no argument. “Now go upstairs and change. Unless you want me to do it for you. And put some lipstick on because Marvin is going to be meeting us there.”
“Marvin?”
“Marvin,” Bernie repeated. “I just called him.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Libby said.
“Well, you weren’t going to, were you?”
Libby opened her mouth and closed it again.
Finally she said, “Okay, but I’m not promising anything.”
“You don’t have to,” Bernie told her. “I’ll do all the work for you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Libby told her as she went to put on some new clothes.
Recipes
My friend Amy has made this appetizer for a number of years. The nice things about it is it’s quick and easy to prepare. It can be made ahead of time and looks great on the plate. And don’t be put off by the word caviar. Red caviar is cheap and can be found on most better supermarket shelves.
Caviar Mousse
6 oz. red caviar
¼ cup chopped parsley
1 tablespoon grated onion
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
1 pint sour cream
¼ cup heavy cream
1 envelope gelatin
cup water
freshly ground pepper to taste
In a large bowl combine caviar, parsley, onion, lemon rind. Stir the sour cream into this mixture. In a separate bowl whip the heavy cream. Sprinkle gelatin over the water in a saucepan and cook over low heat, stirring constantly, until the gelatin is completely dissolved. This takes only a minute or two. Stir gelatin into the caviar and sour cream mixture. Fold in whipped cream and add pepper to taste. Spoon into individual molds or one large soufflé dish. Chill until set. Unmold onto platter and serve surrounded by crackers.
The recipes that follow are from my friend Linda Nielsen, who is a great instinctive cook, as her grateful friends will attest to. She’s one of those people who can take odds and ends and combine them into something wonderful.
All these recipes are designed to serve eight. Have fun with them and don’t feel you have to follow them exactly, except for the devil’s food cake and the finger bone cookies, that is. Here not following the recipes as they are written is a bad idea because unlike cooking, baking is an exact art.
This is a nice old-fashioned recipe, something your mother might have made, that works well in the summer as an appetizer and looks pretty on a buffet table. It’s a great potluck dish because you can make it in the morning in ten minutes, stick it in the fridge, and bring it to the party later in the day.
Tomato Aspic
4 cups tomato juice, either canned or homemade
2 tablespoons lemon juice
2 tablespoons plain gelatin
½ cup cold water
Soak 2 tablespoons gelatin in cold water.
Add lemon juice to tomato juice.
Heat juice but do not allow it to boil.
Stir in gelatin. Stir until it dissolves.
Pour into heart- or ring-shaped mold.
Put into refrigerator and chill until firm.
Unmold and serve on white platter decorated with lettuce leaves.
If so moved you can add ½ cup sour cream and/or chopped green olives or finely chopped celery to the mixture after the gelatin dissolves.
This salad fits nicely into any meal scheme. It works as part of a dinner or, if served with fruit and bread, as a light lunch. You can use regular navel oranges, but the blood oranges have a red color and slightly tarter taste that make them worth looking for.
Mesclun Salad with Goat Cheese, Blood Oranges, and Toasted Almonds in a Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing
½ to ¾ cup blanched slivered or halved almonds
8 cups mesclun lettuce
5 blood oranges
1 log domestic or imported goat cheese, chilled
Toast half a cup (or more if you want) of slivered or halved almonds in a pan with a little bit of olive oil, being careful not to burn them. When they are a nice brown, put them on a paper towel or brown paper bag to drain and put aside.
Next wash two bags of mixed baby greens or, preferably, get eight cups worth of mixed baby lettuces (mesclun) at a supermarket with a good produce section, pat dry, tear into bite-sized pieces, and put aside.
Chill log of goat cheese (either domestic or foreign) to make it easier to slice and cut into eight rounds and put aside.
Section five oranges, either regular or blood, and put aside.
Make dressing:
In a cup or a bottle put in one teaspoon Dijon mustard, one peeled garlic clove, whisk in four parts good olive oil, then slowly add in three parts balsamic vinegar.
Arrange lettuce on plates, put goat cheese on top, arrange orange slices next to them, drizzle dressing over all, scatter with almonds, and enjoy.
A meat thermometer really helps with this one. If you don’t already have one, buy it now. It’s a good investment.
Midnight Beef (Black Pepper-coated Beef Tenderloin
)
3 lbs beef tenderloin
½ to ¾ cup black peppercorns
1½ tablespoons rosemary
preferably fresh oil
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard.
For this recipe count on pound meat per serving per person.
Preheat oven to 500 degrees.
Form the meat into a roll and tie with string or have your butcher do this for you.
Crush peppercorns with a bottle or rolling pin or bottom of a heavy pot.
Finely chop up rosemary.
Mix with peppercorns.
Paint or rub oil into meat.
Coat with Dijon mustard.
Roll meat in pepper and herb mixture.
Place on rack in roasting pan and put in the oven.
Reduce heat to 350 degrees and roast until desired level of doneness.
Test with meat thermometer. For rare the thermometer will read 125 degrees, for medium 130, and for well done 145 degrees.
Let rest for ten minutes, then carve into slices.
Au Gratin Potatoes
About 5 lbs thinly sliced potatoes
2 large thinly sliced onions
1½-2 cups grated sharp cheddar or imported Swiss
1 cup chicken stock
Salt and pepper
A 9- by 13-inch baking dish
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Butter baking dish.
Put in layer of thinly sliced potatoes, then the thinly sliced onions.
Sprinkle with salt and pepper, then sprinkle on cheese. Continue this way until you have three more layers ending with cheese.
Pour in one cup of chicken stock.
Cover pan with foil, bake one hour.
Uncover pan bake another ½ hour.
Finger Bone Cookies (Kranserkaker)
2 hardboiled cooked egg yolks mashed
2 raw egg yolks
½ lb (2 sticks) butter at room temperature
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