by Diana Orgain
Shouldnt you be rehearsing or something?
He looked confused. I was.
I laughed. You were listening to your iPod drinking a cappuccino. How does that count for rehearsal?
He looked offended. No, no. Not just listening. I was visualizing playing! He continued to set up the chessboard as the barista brought my coffee.
Yeah? You can visualize yourself playing chess, too, because I just told you I have serious work I need to do. I dipped my biscotti into the latte and ate it.
Kenny nodded thoughtfully as he completed setting up the board. Okay. On your investigation stuff?
I nodded.
He pushed the chessboard to me. Tell me about it.
Okay. I picked up the white queen, rook, bishop, knight, and a pawn, then selected the counterpieces in black. I grabbed the pair of pawns. So, Jim and I go on this cruise
Wait. Are you guys the pawns?
Yeah. I sipped my latte.
Kenny shook his head. No, no. Here. He replaced the pawns with the king and queen. There. You and Jim.
I laughed. No seriously. I was a pawn.
Never!
Right, Im not going to argue with you, lets make them all pawns. Except for the victim. Well give her the respect of being queen.
I laid Queen Helene down.
Kenny made a sad face by sticking his lower lip out and turning it down. You killed off the best piece right away. I told you, you should be queen.
This is serious, Kenny.
He sat up. Right.
I took the matching king representing Bruce and placed him next to Queen Helene. Husband, I said.
Kenny nodded and frowned, trying to give the respect I was requiring of him.
Then I lined up the four sets of pawns. These are the couples on the cruise. Then I took the other queen and placed her precariously on the edge of the board. Shell be Celia, the midwife. She wasnt on the cruise but had an attempt made on her life.
The price of royalty, Kenny said.
I glared at him. He ducked his head and drank his cappuccino. I sipped from my latte.
Yum.
But it needed a little extra something. I pulled out the second biscotti that Id been saving for Jim, dipped it in the latte, and ate it.
Much more yummy.
I took one pawn representing Alan and placed him next to Queen Helene. Affair.
Kenny nodded. Affair equals motive, right? He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them up and down to demonstrate how clever he was.
Not in this case. Long storyjust take my word for it.
I replayed the drama as best I could with the chess pieces. Kenny seemed to be following along nicely and it was helping me to review all the facts I knew. I ended by lining up the pieces that had seen Celia on the day she was poisoned. Me, Margaret, Evelyn, and Bruce.
Kenny studied the layout then took the pawn representing Howard and placed it in my lineup.
What are you doing? I asked.
You said Margaret saw them together at the sandwich place.
I froze.
Suddenly the drama before me changed. If Celia was having an affair with Howard, we had a motive for him . . .
No. Not Howard.
Why would he kill his mistress, or Helene for that matter?
Sara.
A motive for Sara, Miss No-Nonsense. What if Sara had known Howard was having an affair but didnt know with whom? Lets say she suspected Helene. Certainly Helene could have been acting suspicious because she was having an affair, only not with Howard.
Sara had been on the cruise. Theyd had a fight. The wet dress, the spilled drink, it was all starting to add up.
Had she seen Celia that day?
Celia hadnt mentioned seeing Howard or Margaret to me; maybe because shed been covering up her affair. Had she seen Sara, too, and just not told me?
I stood. I gotta go. I need to talk to Sara.
Kenny grabbed the chess pieces and threw them into the box. My work here is done, he said proudly. He popped up and joined me on the walk home.
We said good-bye to each other as we approached our houses. I let myself inside and found Jim in his underwear watching the morning news with Laurie secured in the crook of his arm. I took Laurie from him and nuzzled her. She fixed her blue eyes on me and cooed.
Did you get me anything? Jim asked hopefully.
Uh . . . yeah, I did.
Jim smiled.
But I ate it.
He laughed. Look. He indicated the television. Theres a huge protest downtown, he said. Tons of arrests.
Since youre not dressed, does that mean youre staying home today? No meetings?
Jim nodded. Yeah. Its crazy out there. Im staying here with my little sasquatch and her mommy.
I need to run an errand. I want to follow up with Miss No-Nonsense, see where she was on the fifteenth.
Jims brows furrowed. All right, but be careful.
Should I stop on the way and order the turkey?
Jim smiled. Im a step ahead of you. I already preordered it online.
I sat outside Saras house and contemplated my strategy.
Could I come right out and ask her about Howard?
How sure was I that Celia and he were having an affair? If they werent and Sara was completely innocent, Id be sticking my nose where it didnt belong. On the other hand, Celia was still alive. If Sara was plotting something, better to be safe than sorry.
I rang Saras doorbell. She opened the door and squinted at me.
Oh, I wasnt expecting you. She had on a bright orange T-shirt and jeans with paint splotches across the front. She stood in the doorway and kept me on the stoop.
Sorry I didnt call first. Do you have a minute?
She glanced behind her, into what I knew was the living room. Just one. Go ahead.
I imagined baby Amanda at her huge play station, flailing around.
Uh. Yeah. Okay.
Why wasnt she letting me inside the house?
Why was Miss No-Nonsense dressed in a dirty old T-shirt?
Sara, can you tell me where you were on November fifteenth? Did you happen to see Celia Martin that day?
I waited for her reaction to Celias name, but she simply scratched at her chin. Was that last week? What day? Whos Celia?
It was a Tuesday. Celia is a midwife. She did Margarets birth and now shes helping Evelyn . . .
Sara scrunched her nose in distaste at the mention of Evelyns name. Oh. Yeah. The midwife.
I understand Howard was the general contractor that remodeled the birthing center.
She frowned and blinked rapidly a few times. Oh . . . uh . . . uh-huh.
She hadnt known.
Her husband had taken the job on the side and hadnt told her. Even Margaret knew about the job. I guess the mommy group wasnt as close as they had pretended. Venom, lies, and betrayal all around.
Sara composed herself and asked, How can I help you?
Where were you on the fifteenth, Sara? Did you see Celia?
No. Why are you asking?
Someone poisoned her with the same drug that killed Helene.
Sara swallowed and appeared frozen. Is she all right?
She didnt seem to know anything.
I nodded. Can you tell me where you were on Tuesday morning?
Tuesdays are Amandas swim class. We were at La Petite Grenouille.
That would be easy to check.
I rapped on the doorframe. Okay. Thank you for your time.
I proceed down the walkway toward my car. As I got in, I noticed she was watching me from the window.
Strange, but was she guilty?
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Swimming?
I stood at
the front desk with Laurie in my arms and looked at the pools through the glass doors. There was a small wading pool and another larger pool complete with a covered yellow slide.
In the larger pool there seemed to be a toddler class going on. Only three children and one teenager with a bright pink swim cap on. The teenage instructor was assisting the kids to alternately swim through a tunnel. The children were swimming remarkably well given their age and looked adorable with tiny flippers on their feet.
In the wading pool were several moms holding their infants in their arms. They were following the instructions of another teenager, this one with auburn-colored hair. All the moms would hold the infants up in the air and duck them in the water at the same time.
I couldnt hear anything through the glass doors, but every time the babies resurfaced, their mouths were shaped into giant Os and Im fairly certain they were screaming their little hearts out.
What about this was supposed to be good for them?
I turned Laurie toward the baby pool. Does that look fun to you? Do you want to do that?
Laurie pedaled her little feet.
Is that a yes?
From the changing area a slim instructor with wet hair that was pulled back in a ponytail approached us.
Are you here for the free trial class? she asked.
Actually, no. I hesitated. I . . . uh . . . I wanted to sign up. I smiled.
She frowned and stepped toward the desk. Are you on the wait list? Did we call you with an opening? She flipped through a huge black book that was by the phone.
I eyed the book.
Did they mark the attendance there?
No. I thought Id just sign up.
She frowned. You thought you would . . . right. She closed the book with a loud thud. Why dont you give me your name? Our wait list is quite long. Well call you if any classes are added.
Still looking at the book, I said, Right. Or, you know, if anyone drops out or
Our students dont generally drop out. Yes, there is the occasional one that moves or has, say, perhaps a medical issue, but frankly speaking, theres not a lot of movement is the existing classes.
I nodded.
How old is your daughter? she asked.
Shes two months.
Its a shame you didnt sign up earlier. We have a mommy and me starting next week. She glanced thoughtfully at the pool. Have you had a tour?
I shook my head. No, but
She moved away from the desk. Come along then.
She led me to the glass doors separating the reception area from the pools. I wished now that Id brought Paula or Mom along. They would be able to snoop through the book while Laurie and I toured the facility.
As the instructor pushed open the door, the smell of chlorine hit me. I inhaled deeply; somehow the smell made me want to dive in.
Ive never considered myself a swimmer, but why should my limitations become Lauries? Maybe lessons would be good for her.
The instructor told me how the water temperature of both pools was reminiscent of the womb, then recounted the benefits of swimming. By the time she was done, I really wanted a spot in the class.
Odd. I hadnt thought about swimming in such a long time and now in the middle of November it seemed the thing to do.
She led me to the changing rooms. There was an open shower area and several bathroom stalls. Additionally, portable cribs and playpens were set up and scattered throughout the room. The mommy and me class had just finished and two moms holding their towel-wrapped babies followed us into the area.
One mom put her baby into a crib and rummaged around a locker for shampoo. The other mom simply turned on the shower and ducked herself and her baby under it.
My cell phone rang from the depths of my diaper purse.
Ill let you get that, the instructor said, leaving the room.
I looked around for a dry place to put Laurie and settled on the crib next to the one with the other infant.
As I dug around for my cell phone, one mom said to the other, So, when do you guys leave for Germany?
They carried on their conversation as I answered my phone. I didnt catch it in time but read Garys office number on the caller ID in the missed call window. I waited for the voice mail beep and listened to the message as soon as it came through. It was his secretary looking for my status report.
Darn. Id have to go home and send him something quick.
As I put away my phone, I heard the mom showering say, Thank God were traveling now. Did you know the airline makes you pay for an extra seat if your baby is over two?
I picked up Laurie and headed out to the reception area. The desk was empty. I looked around, certainly there were still people in the pool area, but the instructor who had given me the tour was nowhere in sight.
Dont tell anyone, I whispered to Laurie.
I circled around the desk and flipped the book open. I saw where the woman had added my name to the wait list.
Number 187!
Jeez, this place was in demand.
I quickly turned the pages of the book. A computer printout of class rosters was stapled into the pages. I found the Tuesday 10 A.M. class and baby Amandas name.
There was a neat row of little checkmarks in each graph box representing all the Tuesdays in the past three months.
Perfect attendance.
Miss No-Nonsense and her little sprout had been here at La Petite Grenouille on the morning Celia was poisoned.
I looked up from the book and jumped to find the instructor standing in front of the desk, glaring at me.
What do you think youre doing! she demanded.
Shoot!
Uh. Nothing . . .
Are you trying to put your name at the top of the wait list!?
What? No! I . . .
She crossed to behind the desk and advanced on me, causing me to back away from the book. Laurie let out a little whimper.
The woman harrumphed and opened the book to the wait list page. She studied it a moment, then took a pencil from a cup on the desk and erased Lauries name from the last line.
Hey! You cant do that! I said.
Oh? Cant I? she asked, pushing the eraser debris from the book with a smug look.
I was blowing Lauries chance at swim lessons at the premier spot in San Francisco!
Just because I was snooping a little . . .
She motioned to the front door. Thank you for coming by, Mrs. Connolly.
I arrived home in a funk. Jim was online searching for recipes on turkey brines.
I got Laurie boxed out of swim classes.
Hmmm. Do you think this one sounds good? He handed me a printout as I passed Laurie to him.
Ill have to leave the turkey brining overnight, Jim continued. Maybe I can use the ice chest again?
The hag at the front desk erased our name off the list.
What hag?
Im telling you. No swim classes for Laurie. We were axed.
Jim looked surprised. What does she need swim classes for? Shes barely awake for five minutes at a time.
Well, you know, by the time shes ready, we wont be able to take her there. They have a long wait list and now were not even on it.
Where?
The little frog swim place.
Jim frowned. Uh-huh. Okay, Kate, do you need to lie down or something?
I dont want her to drown.
Ill teach her how to swim, Jim said.
I sat at the computer as Jim took Laurie into the kitchen to inventory ingredients needed for the brine.
I e-mailed Gary, filling him in on my suspicions about Celias affair with Howard, and informing him about Saras alibi. I kept my meeting with Margaret out of the report. At this point she was probably the strongest suspect outside of Bruce, and I fea
red Gary would use that as leverage.