The Cradle Will Fall

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    grandchildren to care about her. She had her own lonely times,
    but it wasn't the same as it was for Edna. She'd lived. She had
    something to look back on.

     
    She could swear Dr. Highley had known she was lying when she
    said Edna had called in sick. But suppose Edna hadn't been drinking?
    Suppose she was sick or something? She'd have to find out.
    She'd drive over to her house right now.

     
    Her mind settled, Gertrude left the office briskly and drove the
    six miles to Edna's apartment. She parked in the visitors' area and
    walked around to the front. As she neared Edna's door, she heard
    the faint sound of voices. The television set, of course.

     
    Gertrude rang the bell and waited. There was no familiar voice
    calling "Right with you." Gertrude firmly pushed the bell again.
    Maybe Edna was sleeping it off.

     
    By the time she'd rung the bell four times, Gertrude was thoroughly
    alarmed. Something was wrong. The superintendent, Mr.
    Krupshak, lived across the court. Hurrying over, Gertrude told
    her story. The super was eating dinner and looked annoyed, but
    his wife, Gana, reached for the keys. "I'll go with you," she said.

     
    The two women hurried across the courtyard together. "Edna's
    a real friend," Gana Krupshak volunteered. "Sometimes in the
    evening I pop in on her. Just last night I stopped over at about
    eight. I had a manhattan with her, and she told me that one of her
    favorite patients had killed herself. Well, here we are."

     
     
    They were on the small porch leading to Edna's apartment. The
    superintendent's wife inserted the key into the lock, twisted it and
    pushed open the door.

     
    The two women saw Edna at the same moment: lying on the
    floor, her legs crumpled under her, her graying hair plastered
    around her face, her eyes staring, crusted blood making a crimson
    crown on the top of her head.

     
    "No. No." Gertrude's voice rose, high and shrill. She pressed
    her knuckles to her mouth.

     
    In a dazed voice Gana Krupshak said, "It's just last night I was
    sitting here with her. And she was talking about a patient who
    killed herself. And then she phoned the woman's husband." Gana
    began to sob. "And now poor Edna is dead too!"

     
    CHRIS Lewis stood next to Vangie's parents at the right of the
    coffin, numbly acknowledging the sympathetic utterances of
    friends. When he'd phoned her parents about her death, they had
    agreed that they would view her body privately and have a memorial
    service the next morning followed by a private interment.

     
    Instead, when he'd arrived in Minneapolis, he found that they
    had arranged for a public viewing that night.
    "So many friends will want to say good-by to our little girl," her
    mother sobbed.
    Our little girl. If only you had let her grow up, Chris thought,
    it might all have been so different.

     
    Vangie's parents looked old and tired and shattered with grief.
    They were plain, hardworking people who had brought up their
    unexpectedly beautiful child to believe her wish was law.

     
    Would it be easier for them when it was revealed that someone
    had taken Vangie's life? Or did he owe it to them to say nothing,
    to keep that final horror from them? He wanted badly to talk to
    Joan. She'd been so upset when she heard about Vangie. "Did she
    know about us?" He'd finally had to admit to her that Vangie
    suspected he was interested in someone else.

     
    Joan would be back from Florida on Friday, two days away.
    He was going to return to New Jersey tomorrow right after the
    funeral. He would say nothing to the police until he had warned

     
     
    Joan that she might be dragged into this. The police would be
    looking for a motive for him to kill Vangie. In their eyes, Joan
    would be the motive.

     
    Chris glanced over at the coffin, at Vangie's now peaceful face,
    the quietly folded hands. He and Vangie had scarcely lived as
    man and wife in the past few years. They'd lain side by side like
    strangers, he emotionally drained from the

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