then?â I asked. Heâd calmed down again talking about the lake. Iâd keep in mind that was a safe subject.
âYes,â said Grace. âThe water backed up around the bend and made a crescent. Beavers used to dam this valley up before that. I remember my grandmother telling of skating in the winter on the beaver pond when she was a girl.â
I pictured a young woman who looked like Grace, gliding on the pond, then pictured two very different little girls, the ones I had met today. Rachel and Rebecca, going into Eveâs place.
âAl.â I didnât want to set him off again, so tried to phrase my question carefully. âIâm curious about my neighbors. What did you say about Eve, the one next door to me? About her not being too good with children?â
âDid I say that? Not too good? Thatâs an understatement. Sheâs disastrous with children.â
âAl, you shouldnât say that,â scolded Grace. âIt was her husband.â She turned to me. âTheir children were both killed by poisoning.â
âPoisoning?â I exclaimed. âHow awful!â A shiver gripped me in spite of the warm room.
âIt was horrible. Mr. Evans was convicted and sent to prison for murder. Some people think Eve may have done it. But her husband is serving the sentence. Iâm pretty sure he did it, not her.â
My heart thumped, pumping cold blood through my veins. What a horrific thing to happen. I closed my eyes and tried to picture losing two children... and at the hands of their father. The poor woman.
âI donât think a responsible parent would let their kids associate with her,â Al said. His face was flushing again.
âOh, sheâs all right, Al,â his wife disagreed. âEve is just a different sort of person. Sheâs always nice to me.â
It looked like Iâd have to make my own mind up about my next-door neighbor.
Chapter 11
Con Fiero: With fire; wild, fierce (Ital.)
It was so homey at the Harmonsâ home. Jesu, Joy of Manâs Desiring by Bach was even returning to me. The dark event of Gramâs death had silenced my old favorite. When nothing else is running in my head for background music, Bach usually is, and itâs almost always Jesu .
This time it was Al who broke the mood. âWell, dear,â said Al, rising with a smile. âIsnât it about time?â
âYou go get started, Al. Iâll just put these dishes to soak.â
Grace shooed me outside with Al, refusing to let me help with the clean-up, and soon a leaping blaze from their patio fire pit was sending sparks into the cool night sky.
Grace brought out a basket with some knitting and clicked her needles as she sat glancing from time to time at the flames. Al stood poking at the logs with a long stick for a few minutes, then brought over straightened wire hangers from a hook by the door and handed one to me.
Just then a familiar-sounding car that badly needed a muffler roared past at the bottom of the hill.
âThat dolt must be visiting his idiot parents again,â he muttered. âHe might as well live with them. Heâs always out here.â
His hands shook slightly as he threaded two marshmallows onto his own wire.
Grace saw his difficulty and stirred in her seat.
âAl, dear, donât get so upset about it.â
I stuck two marshmallows on my wire and held it over the flames, pretty sure I knew who the dolt was.
Alâs face clouded. âNo oneâs allowed to make noise at night, we agree on that. But all you have to do is be related to Mr. God Almighty Toombs.â The veins in his neck stood out as he struggled to repress his emotions. âThen you can do whatever you want â¦â
âAl, please,â Grace pleaded. She set her needles and yarn down in her lap.
âItâs true, Grace, and you know it.â He whirled toward me. âHe even complains about our having