He turned away from the window and staggered heavily to the bed. He knelt on the floor beside the bed and put his head on the corpse, on its chest.
“Say something. Say something to me. Help me figure out what to do. Please. Please, help me.”
But the dead Bruno had nothing to say to the one who was still alive.
***
Mrs. Yancy’s parlor.
The ticking clock.
A white cat strolled in from the dining room and jumped up on the old woman’s lap.
“How do you know that Leo molested Katherine?” Joshua asked. “Surely he didn’t tell you about it.”
“He didn’t,” Mrs. Yancy said. “But Katherine did. She was in a terrible state. Half out of her mind. She’d expected her father to bring her to me when her time drew near, but then he died. She was alone and terrified. Because of what she’d done to herself–the girdles and the dieting–her labor was damned difficult. I called in the doctor who gave my girls their weekly health examinations because I knew he would be discreet and willing to handle the case. He was sure the baby would be born dead. He thought there was a pretty good chance Katherine would die, too. She was in hard, agonizing labor for fourteen hours. I’ve never seen anyone endure the kind of pain that she went through. She was delirious a lot of the time, and when she had her wits about her, she was desperate to tell me what her father had done to her. I think she was trying to patch up her soul. She seemed to be afraid to die with the secret, and so she sort of treated me as if I was a priest listening to her confession. Her father forced her to provide oral sex shortly after her mother died. When they moved into the cliff house, which I gather is fairly isolated, he virtually set about training her to be a sex slave to him. When she was old enough for intercourse, he took precautions, but eventually, after years and years of it, they made a mistake; she got pregnant.”
Hilary had the urge to lift the afghan that was draped on the couch and curl up in it to ward off the chills that swept over her. In spite of the frequent beatings, the emotional intimidation, the physical and mental torture that she suffered while living with Earl and Emma, she knew she was lucky to have escaped sexual abuse. She believed Earl had been impotent; only his inability to perform had saved her from that ultimate degradation. At least she had been spared that nightmare. But Katherine Frye had been plunged into it, and Hilary unexpectedly felt a kinship with the woman.
Tony seemed to sense what was going through her mind. He took her hand, squeezed it gently, reassuringly.
Mrs. Yancy stroked the white cat, and it made a low, rough, purring sound.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” Joshua said. “Why didn’t Leo send Katherine to you as soon as he knew she was going to have a baby? Why didn’t he ask you to set up an abortion for her? Surely you had the contacts for that.”
“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Yancy said. “In my line of work, you had to know doctors who would handle that sort of thing. Leo could have arranged it through me. I don’t know for sure why he didn’t. But I suspect it was because he hoped Katherine would have a pretty baby girl.”
“I’m not sure I follow,” Joshua said.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Mrs. Yancy asked, scratching the white cat under its fat chin. “If he had a granddaughter, then in a few years, he’d be able to start breaking her in, just like he did Katherine. Then he’d have two of them. A little harem of his own.”
***
Unable to get a response out of his other self, Bruno got up and walked aimlessly around the huge room, stirring the dust on the floor; hundreds of whirling motes spun in the milky shaft of light from the window.
Eventually, he noticed a pair of dumbbells, each weighing about fifty pounds. They were part of the elaborate set of weights he had used six days a week, every week, between the ages of twelve and thirty-five. Most of his equipment–the barbells, heavier weights, the press bench–was down in the basement. But he had always kept a spare set of dumbbells in his room for use in those idle moments when a few extra sets of bicep curls or wrist flexes was just the thing to drive away boredom.