Authors: John Casey
When the ambulance pulled up behind her car, she thought of getting up, looked around for a pillow, something to put under Miss Perry’s head. No need. The two men moved Miss Perry onto a gurney. One sat beside Elsie and took notes as she recited what she knew. Miss Perry’s head was toward the door, only a little higher than Elsie’s. Miss Perry turned her face to the right. Elsie added, “Maybe paresis. The left eye and cheek.”
Miss Perry said, “Elsie, will you … Don’t go.”
“Yes.” Take Rose along? Call Mary? Sally? She’d figure out something. “Yes. I’ll stay with you. I’ll have to see to the baby.”
“Yes. Baby.”
J
ack asked Elsie to have supper at the Sawtooth Point cottage. Since it was usually Sally who invited her, Elsie guessed that it wasn’t to be a purely social occasion. Jack held off until they finished eating. Elsie nursed Rose and put her to bed in the portable car seat. Sally cleared the table. Jack stood up when Sally and Elsie sat down. He held the back of his chair and said, “I’m wearing lots of hats in all this. Too many hats. I have been Miss Perry’s lawyer. My firm drew up her will. I’ve since become the chairman of the board of directors of the Perryville School, which is the chief beneficiary of that will. I was also to be the executor, and I’ve had her power of attorney. In case Miss Perry takes a turn for the worse, I don’t want to get caught flat-footed in what might appear to be a conflict of interest.”
Sally said, “Jack …”
“So I’ve rearranged everything. Elsie is to be executrix.”
“Jack,” Sally said on a higher note. “I think you’re being … I thought you were just going to talk it over. Elsie’s been through a lot.”
“We’re all very concerned, but this has to be faced. I’m not insensitive to the emotional situation. As it happens, I’m trying to avoid problems that would compound everyone’s distress at a later date. If you’ll let me get a little further, you’ll see that this plan is to the benefit of all concerned.” He pulled two sheets of paper from his inside coat pocket, smoothed out the fold, and laid them on Elsie’s place mat. “I’ve covered the major points here. You don’t have to take them all in right now. I’ve arranged for a capable lawyer to help you. He
was
an associate in my firm, but he’s on his own now.” He put a hand on Elsie’s shoulder. “So really all you’ll be doing is taking care of Miss Perry in very much the same way that you’d be doing anyway.
I’d like to help more, but in light of this conflict of interest, I have to be Caesar’s wife, not just beyond reproach but above suspicion.”
Elsie ran her hand through her hair briskly enough to dislodge Jack’s hand. He moved to her other side and put his finger on the top of the page. Elsie said, “I can’t read this with your hand in the way. If you’ll just sit down and give me a minute …”
“It’s a bit technical; I thought I could clarify some of the legal language.”
“I’ll read this tonight then, and if I have trouble, I’ll call your capable lawyer.”
Jack sighed and sat down. “It would be more expedient—”
“Oh, Jack,” Sally said. “Just let her skim through it. This is no time for you and Elsie to start one of your …” Sally lifted her hands and flicked her fingers apart.
Jack got up again and went to the pantry. He said over his shoulder, “There’s brandy or port, if you like.”
Sally said, “You know brandy keeps you awake.”
“This isn’t so hard,” Elsie said. “All this about the books Miss Perry gave to Charlie and Tom Pierce. ‘Donative intent.’ Of course she intended to give them.”
Jack reappeared in the doorway. “Well, there you are,” Jack said. “The problem is that the rare editions are still in her bookcase. She only actually handed over reader’s editions. To avoid tax consequences to the donees, it would be better if the books were out of the house.”
“That happens when the boys have their eighteenth birthdays. Charlie will be eighteen next summer.”
Jack said, “Of course, we all hope—” Sally held up her hand. Jack stood still for a moment, squinting and wrinkling his forehead, visibly considering. “All right,” he said. “I can understand your concern for Elsie’s feelings. I happen to think Elsie’s made of sterner stuff. I think that she, like me, will find comfort in dealing with the formal necessities of the situation.” He turned to Elsie. “But perhaps you’re right, perhaps it will be easier talking to a lawyer with whom you have only a professional relationship. All we have to settle is that you accept that you’ll be the executrix and have power of attorney.
In our last clear conversation, that is what Miss Perry told us she wants. That is the factor I should have put first, rather than my own need to stand clear. Miss Perry considers you the person most capable of understanding her intentions and making sure that they are fulfilled.”
“All right.”
“It will give her the peace of mind that—”
“I said yes.”
Jack bobbed his head several times. As much to shake away the unused bits of his speech, Elsie thought, as to reply to her. “All right, then,” Jack said. “So the next thing is for you to get in touch with the lawyer. If you’ll look at the third item on my memo, you’ll see that the lease on the stone cottage comes up for renewal. You might as well let the lawyer handle that. Do you know the tenant? That woman who works for Eddie Wormsley; I’ve seen her play tennis here. If she can afford that, she can pay a fair rent. As it stands now, it barely covers the taxes and insurance. Miss Perry is land-poor, and the cash flow may not cover nursing expenses. I have people on the waiting list for a cottage here at Sawtooth who’d be more than happy—”
“I thought you had to steer clear?”
“Oh, Elsie,” Sally said. “Jack is just being helpful.”
“And all I’m doing is pointing out that using Miss Perry’s rental cottage as a waiting room for his Sawtooth enterprise isn’t exactly steering clear. I’m just trying to help him be Caesar’s wife.”
Jack glared at her. “I was merely making a point of comparison. Never mind. Sometimes you have the attention span of a kitten. Pouncing at shoelaces. Take the goddamn paper home. When you get stuck, call the lawyer. And don’t be a pain in the ass with him.”
“Jack,” Sally said. “Sometimes—”
“Sometimes,” Elsie said, “he’s more bearable when he’s cross.”
Jack swirled his brandy snifter. “You see,” he said to Sally, “if I let her have the last word, she’s not so unbearable herself.”
Once when Sally was tipsy she’d told Elsie that Jack liked his spats with Elsie. She’d added, “In fact, afterward he can get quite amorous.”
That thought, not one to dwell on at the best of times, was enough to start her gathering up Rose’s things and then Rose in her car seat.
P
hoebe Fitzgerald called to ask if she could come over. “It won’t take a minute. I’m a little bit up in the air about something …”
May just had time to make biscuits. When Phoebe came in, May put the teakettle on and got out a jar of her rose-hip jelly. May didn’t feel so slow around Phoebe as she had at first. She’d figured out that Phoebe went through a half-dozen little items while she worked her way to the main thing on her mind. May didn’t think Phoebe meant to fool anyone, just that Phoebe wasn’t sure how to get where she was going. According to Eddie she wasn’t that way with clients—she let them say their say while she nodded and smiled and took notes. Eddie was crazy about her handwriting—he’d unfolded a page to show May. Poor Eddie.
Phoebe asked after the boys, ate a biscuit with a dab of jelly, wondered how rose hips could be so sweet, repeated after May “apple slices and lemon juice,” as if that’s what she’d come to hear. She asked if May knew any of the pink ladies at the hospital; she’d thought of volunteering but she’d heard that a man had come in carrying his cut-off thumb, held it out in the palm of his hand. She said, “I don’t know how I’d be. I’m afraid I might come apart. You know about Miss Perry?”
May nodded. “Apparently Elsie Buttrick found her. One of the pink ladies … I was at the hospital asking about volunteering, and she started to tell me about it but a nurse cut her off. She—the pink lady—said that a neighbor … Miss Perry only has two neighbors
and I’m one of them. Of course, there’s Mr. Salviatti, but he’s farther away and he’s not … I’ve never even met him. Have you?”
“Not so as he’d remember. He had a boat in the yard when Dick worked there.” May tried to think of something else about Mr. Salviatti, hoping to steer clear of Elsie Buttrick. “It was a funny color, sort of raspberry. Some people made jokes about it: ‘There’s Mr. Salviatti in his pink yachtie.’ That was back before Mr. Aldrich bought Sawtooth Point. Of course, Mr. Aldrich married into part of it.”
“Yes, Sally Aldrich. So it was Sally and Elsie’s family who bought it from Dick’s grandfather?”
“Great-uncle. Uncle Arthur.”
“Didn’t he build the Wedding Cake? Why on earth did he sell it?”
“Had to. Ran out of money. He put money into a little factory that made silk stockings just when nylon came along. It was all way before my time. Dick only knew Uncle Arthur as an old man. Dick joined the Coast Guard out of high school, and when he got back, Uncle Arthur was dead.”
“But still … I mean, Arthur must have been a rather significant figure. The Wedding Cake is very grand.”
“Arthur Pierce was a sheep farmer who had a few good years and got ahead of himself. Nothing grand about him, except his notions. Even the Wedding Cake wasn’t all that grand. It got added on to later, the wings and porches. Back then this wasn’t a place people came to. Not like Newport or Watch Hill. It was farming and fishing. Most of the people who lived here had no idea that the pieces of land they grew up on would ever be worth much. When Uncle Arthur sold Sawtooth Point it was just not-so-good farmland. It’s too rocky and salty for potatoes or corn, and raising sheep got so it didn’t pay. They used to mow the marsh grass to make salt hay for the sheep. I guess that got too expensive; it took a whole gang of men. Anyway, it’s all different now. Those new cottages on Sawtooth Point go for three or four times what a regular house ought to cost.”
“Well, you get more than the cottage. There’s the tennis club and the yacht club, and there’s going to be a spa. That’s why people pay so much.”
“That’s what Uncle Arthur missed out on. People pay better than sheep.”
Phoebe laughed. “Oh, May, that’s very funny.” May hadn’t thought to be funny, she just got caught talking, trying to avoid saying anything about Elsie. Phoebe said, “But right now I have a problem with Miss Perry. I don’t even think Miss Perry knows about it—I mean, she’s still in the hospital. I got a letter from her lawyer. Or rather from a lawyer acting on behalf of Elsie Buttrick, who’s somehow managing things for Miss Perry. I’ve never had an official lease, just a handwritten note. This new thing is a form letter—boilerplate with lessor and lessee and so forth, but the part that’s filled in is the rent. It’s simply staggering. So I was wondering—you seem to know something about everyone. How well do you know Elsie Buttrick?”
May’s face went numb. May felt the same way she had at the baseball game, that she was the one who’d done something wrong.
Phoebe said, “Eddie says she’s perfectly nice. That one time when he shot a swan …”
May took a breath and said, “Yes, she did Eddie a good turn. And she’s close to Miss Perry, so it’s natural she’d look after things.” Her voice sounded loud and far off.
Phoebe touched her hand. “I think I hear a ‘but’ in there.”
May looked at Phoebe’s small hand. Then at Phoebe’s pretty, wide-eyed face. Was this what Elsie Buttrick could do? Put her little paw out, tilt her face, and look creamy?
Phoebe leaned back but kept her fingers on May’s. “May—honestly. You look so fierce.” Phoebe let out a short high note, maybe a laugh, and said, “It’s a little bit scary.”
May looked at the floor and compressed herself. She couldn’t pretend much now. Couldn’t make up some cock-and-bull story about … anything else.
“Oh, May. Whatever it is, I’m on your side.” May jerked her head at that. Phoebe was no fool. She’d said “whatever it is,” but she wouldn’t stop at “whatever it is” for long. “I feel terrible. I came over with my little problem … If it’s anything I can help with, just say.”
May was tired. She’d meant to turn over a good part of the garden. Now she felt a weight. It wasn’t Phoebe’s talking. Listening to
all that was like watching a hummingbird. It was Elsie up there in her sunny little house with her baby daughter and her friend Mary. And Dick on his boat, and from the little he’d said, as pleased with his crew as with the other parts of his life at sea. And here she was carrying around the secret, carrying it to the ball field, to the grocery store, bringing it home, not able to let it go in her own kitchen. And here was Phoebe looking at her with her big green eyes. May wondered how Phoebe would look at Dick if she knew—would she draw back? Or was she the other sort of woman? One who’d come close enough to see if she could get his attention. One dark look she could wonder about.
Phoebe said, “We can go on to something else. Just tell me I haven’t made you mad at me. I’d really be at a loss without our little get-togethers. I mean, right this minute I
am
at a loss. There we were having a lovely talk …” Phoebe tucked her chin in but kept looking.
“I’m not mad,” May said. “I just thought of something and it got hold of me.”
“Well, I certainly know what that’s like. Anyway, now that we’ve gone this far, I’ll say one more thing. I absolutely will never tell anybody else anything that we talk about. Never.”
May felt stuck to the chair. She knew that if she didn’t say anything, Phoebe would go on. It was her own fault. Just let everything knot up inside her and pull her face apart.
Phoebe said, “Oh, May. I have this little problem, and now I’ve … without meaning to in the least. But I’m sort of stuck. If I just get up and leave, it would be heartless. I mean, it wouldn’t
be
heartless, it just might seem heartless. But if I don’t say anything else, then you’ll be left wondering. I mean, you’ll be left wondering what I’m wondering. I suppose I could promise I won’t even wonder. Maybe if I were like Eddie. Eddie is someone who can just not wonder. You know Eddie built another room up there since Mary Scanlon moved in? Since I was doing the time sheets I asked what kind of a job it was, and he said a bedroom and a bath on the east side and walling in the screen porch on the other side for when the baby needs a room of her own. It was as if it were just another detail, like what kind of windows. Eddie can be amazing that way, he just
looks at the job. It’s not that he doesn’t have an imagination. He can imagine what things will look like, he can say, ‘If I fix it that way it’ll look funny, but if I do this …’ It’s just that I’ve never met someone as uncurious about people.”