Why? Do you suspect him of having anything to do with it?”
“No,” said Milo. “Just trying to learn what I can.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely, sir. At this point, he’s not a suspect. No one is, unfortunately.”
“Well,” said Rob Ray, “I know you’d tell us if it was different. The only mention she made of him was sometimes at the end of a conversation, she might say, ‘Joe sends his regards.’ She did say he was a lawyer, not a courtroom lawyer, a business lawyer. When she called he was never home. I got the feeling he was always working.
She was, too. One of those modern marriages. That’s probably what happened, they were too busy for each other.”
Ernestine said, “She did send us a picture. Of the wedding- the chapel. So we knew what he looked like. A redhead.
I remember joking to Rob Ray about little ginger-haired grandchildren.”
She started to cry again, checked it, apologized under her breath.
Rob Ray said, “You’d have to know the kind of girl she was to understand. Very independent. She always took care of herself.”
“Took care of others, too,” I said.
“Exactly. So you can see why she’d need to unwind. And she unwinds by going off by herself to the movies. Or reading a book. Privacy’s a big thing with her, so we try to respect that. Mostly she does things by herself. Except when we go out to the movies together. She likes doing that with me- we’re both crazy for the movies.”
The lapse into present tense made my own eyes begin to ache.
He might’ve realized it, too. His shoulders lowered suddenly, as if someone had pushed down upon them, and he stared at the bedcovers.
“Any particular kind of movies?” I said.
“Anything good,” he mumbled. His face stayed down. “It was something we did together. I never pushed her to do sports. Tell the truth, being large, I wasn’t exactly ready to run around, myself, so I was glad she was that kind of kid, could sit still and watch a movie.”
“Even when she was tiny,” said Ernestine, “she could amuse herself. She was the sweetest little thing. I could leave her in her playpen, go about my housework, and no matter what was happening all around her, she’d just sit there and play with whatever you put in there.”
“Creating her own world,” I said.
Her smile was sudden, unsettling. “Exactly, Doctor. You put your ringer right on it.
No matter what was happening all around her, she created her own world.”
No matter what was happening all around her Second time she’d used the phrase within seconds. Did it imply some kind of family turmoil?
I said, “Privacy as an escape.”
Rob Ray looked up. Uneasiness in his eyes. I tried to engage him. He turned away.
Ernestine watched him, twisted the handkerchief.
“About the way Claire got married,” she said. “Rob Ray and I had a big church wedding, and it put my father in debt for two years. I always thought one of
Claire’s intentions was to be considerate.”
“What put a light in her eyes,” said Rob Ray, “was consideration. Helping people.”
“Before Mr. Stargill,” said Milo, “did Claire have any other boyfriends?”
“She dated,” said Ernestine. “In high school, I mean. She wasn’t some social butterfly, but she went out. Local boys, nothing steady. A fellow named Gil Grady took her to the prom. He’s a fire lieutenant now.”
“What about later?” said Milo. “College? Graduate school?”
Silence.
“How about once she moved to L.A.?”
“I’m sure,” said Ernestine, “that when she wanted to date, she had her pick. She was
always very pretty.”
Something-probably her most recent memory of her daughter, gray, damaged, laid out on a steel table-caused her face to collapse. She hid herself behind both hands.
Her husband said, “I can’t see where this is leading us anywhere.”
Milo looked at me.
“Just one more thing, please,” I said. “Did Claire ever get involved in arts and crafts? Painting, woodwork, that kind of thing?”
“Crafts?” said Rob Ray. “She drew, like any other kid, but that’s about it.”
“Mostly she liked to read and go to the movies,” said Ernestine. “No matter what was happening all around her, she could always find some quiet time for herself.”