My Lovely Wife(82)

Robin was killed in our kitchen. Her car and body are at the bottom of a nearby lake.

I interrupt Josh. “Do you know when this information will be released?”

“Soon, I’m sure. They can’t hide those bodies forever.”

He keeps talking, but I think only of Claire Wellington. It will take her about a minute to show up at our door, asking about Millicent’s sister, Holly.

And why she was never reported missing.

Because we thought she just moved away.

Because we didn’t care.

Because she used to torture my wife.

Because she was crazy.

I text Millicent.

We need a date night.

She turns me down.

No date night. I’m at the hospital.

I read it three times before throwing money on the bar and leaving First Street Bar & Grill without saying another word to Josh. Or maybe I say I have to go. I’m not sure.

Millicent calls me as I’m trying to call her. She is talking fast, and I’ve been drinking, so all I catch are the highlights.

Rory. Emergency room. Fell from the window.

I don’t bother with the car, because I’m close enough to run. The hospital is three blocks away, and I arrive to find Millicent pacing in the hall.

As soon as I see her, I know.

Rory is okay. Or will be.

Millicent’s fists are clenched, lips pursed, and it feels like an electric current is shooting out of her. If Rory was really hurt, she would be worried, crying, or in shock. But she isn’t. She is bursting with anger.

She grabs me and hugs me. It is quick and violent, and then she pulls back to sniff my breath.

“Beer,” I say. “What happened?”

“Our son snuck out of the house to see his girlfriend. He fell climbing up to her window.”

“But he’s okay?”

“He is. We thought his wrist was broken, but it’s a bad sprain. He’ll have to wear a sling—”

“Why didn’t you call me when it happened?” I say.

“I did. I texted you.”

I pull out my phone. There it is, right on the cracked screen. Depending on the angle, it can be difficult to read. “Oh god, I’m sorry—”

“Forget it. You’re here now. The important thing is he’s okay.” Millicent’s anger is back, if it had ever really left. “He’s just grounded for a century.”

Someone giggles.

Around the corner, Jenna is sitting in a waiting room. She waves. I wave back. Millicent directs me to a vending machine for coffee. It is bitter and burns my tongue, and is exactly what I need. It settles me down instead of the opposite, because my heart is beating too fast, from the sprint over, and the alcohol, and my son in the hospital.

Millicent disappears into the examining room to be with Rory. When they come out, Rory has a brace on his wrist and a sling on his arm. Millicent’s anger has softened, at least for now.

He does not look me in the eye. Maybe he is still angry at me, or maybe he knows he is in trouble. Hard to tell, because right now I am torn between knocking him upside the head and hugging him. I ruffle his hair.

“If you don’t want to play golf, you should have just said so,” I say.

He doesn’t smile. He loves golfing.

We get home after midnight. I check on Rory a few minutes after he goes to bed. Even he falls asleep right away.

Isit down on my bed, exhausted.

My car is still at the First Street Bar & Grill.

And there are bodies buried under the church.

“Millicent,” I say.

She comes out of the bathroom, halfway through her nighttime routine. “What?”

“I was drinking beer tonight with Josh. The reporter.”

“Why would you—”

“He told me there are bodies buried in that church basement.”

“Bodies?”

I nod, watching her. Her surprise looks genuine. “Did he say whose bodies?” she asks.

“I assume Holly and Robin.”

“They aren’t anywhere near that church. You know that.” She walks away, back into the bathroom.

I follow her. “You really don’t know anything about the bodies buried down there?”

“Absolutely not.”

“There’s just a pile of random bodies in a church basement.”

“Jesus, I don’t know. This is the same reporter who claimed there was a message on the wall. Where’s that?”

She has a point.

Maybe Josh has it wrong. Or maybe someone is feeding him lies to keep him from the truth.

Fictional police do that all the time. And Claire might be just as smart as they are.





Sixty




Now that Millicent has discovered that Rory has a girlfriend and has been sneaking out to see her, she wants to meet with Faith’s parents to discuss the situation. The Hammonds are clients of hers, and they readily agree that we should all meet for dinner. Neither Rory nor Faith is invited.

We are on the way to the restaurant, a traditional place with white tablecloths and a menu of comfort foods. Their choice, not Millicent’s.

“They’re reasonable people,” Millicent says.

“I’m sure they are,” I say.

When we arrive, the Hammonds are already waiting at the table. Hank Hammond is small and blond, like his daughter. Corinne Hammond is not small and not a natural blonde. Both wear classic clothes and polite smiles. We get straight to the food. No one orders wine.