When she arrived and saw her parents, she couldn't believe how good it was to be home. She hugged her mother and father and sat in the kitchen with them while her mother made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Her wheelchair was parked up next to the counter and she reached up to cut off the crust.
"'Ut the 'ust off, way you li'," she slurred to Victoria, who took the sandwich and ate it pensively. All her life she had cut the crusts off sandwiches, just like she had cut the crusts off most of her experiences. She wondered why; what event had put her on such a careful and precise path?
Her father was looking at her from across the room, smiling, almost as if he could read her thoughts. "What're you going to do, Sweet-pea?" he asked. He was wearing plaid golf slacks and a pink shirt and socks. Silly as that was, she thought he looked absolutely darling. Her heart went out to both of them.
"I don't know, Dad," she said. "I had some plans, but I'm not sure now."
She told them everything that had happened, ending by explaining that she had cashed her last ticket at Justice to get Tommy checked into the hospital at Lompoc Prison under an assumed name. Tommy's lung had been punctured, but the bullet had not hit anything vital. He'd been sewn up and filled with bottled blood and was glowering at the prison nurse when she left, but he'd agreed to cooperate. Victoria had gotten Tommy's signed confession and his promise to testify against Joe.
The rest had been mop-up. After Victoria got Tommy checked in, Beano told her he was going to go pay off the Hog Creek Bateses the percentage they'd agreed on, and that he would call her as soon as he was through.
It had been John who called a day later and said that Beano had taken Roger-the-Dodger and disappeared for a while. He had taken the $4.5 million in cash with him. She couldn't help herself; she was disappointed that Beano had talked a good game, but in the end had taken the money and run. That he was just a charming rogue who could never change… So that chapter in her life was closed. She could never love a criminal, anyway. She hadn't come that far, but she still felt a sense of loss.
Before she hung up, she had asked John about Cora. "Cora's paintin' number nine oil on the driveways and roofs up in heaven." And even though he meant it to be lighthearted, his voice cracked over the phone when he said it.
Now she felt tired. Victoria went up to her bedroom after lunch and lay on the bed. She looked at the ballerinas, only now she thought she could see, for the first time, what they were really doing. They weren't dancing at all. They never had been. They were simply expressing themselves in the best way they knew how, just as Victoria had always been trying to do. Maybe she had to come all this way to discover that one basic fact.
"Hold on by letting go," she said quietly in the empty room. She had let go and now she was waiting for the right things to happen in her life. She wouldn't force it anymore. She wouldn't bowl everybody over with dedicated energy, but rather nourish herself with the joy of her accomplishments.
Gil called her at seven-thirty. His voice was soft on the phone. "I can't promise Murder Two for Tommy, but I can get him First Degree with no special circumstances."
"Hey, Gil, I want you to listen to this very carefully; speaking for Tommy and using his exact idiom: Go fuck yourself." And she hung up. In seconds, the phone rang again. She let her father pick it up and call for her.
"It's Mr. Green, sweetheart," he called from the bottom of the stairs.
She came back out of her bedroom and picked up the phone again. "Look, Gil, this isn't even tough. You get Tommy Murder Two and you give him the Protection Program after he's out, or I'm gonna just let him go and you can worry about him coming after you, which he might do because he's insane."
"Okay, Murder Two, and I can get him the Protection Program. But I can't drop the Bates charges."
And she hung up on him again. She waited for the call back, and when it came this time, she snapped up the phone. "Don't waste your money calling me again, Gil. This is a package. Make the deal or watch the Feds make it."
"Okay, I can get him probation. Bates pleads guilty and he gets five years' probation. But he's gotta take the felony bust, Vicky. I can't absolve him of that."
"Okay, set up the deal and paper it. Once it's done, I'll arrange for you to get both Tommy and Joe."
Two more days passed, and still she hadn't heard from Beano. She hoped he would call. She had to tell him he was no longer wanted by the law, but had to show up at Gil's office. Now, she was beginning to suspect she would never see or hear from him again. He was probably in Rio living it up on his millions. She took long walks and played canasta with her mother. She tried to contemplate a life without the man she had fallen in love with. It seemed odd that she would find the missing pieces of herself in such a strange place.
She completed her negotiations with Gil and got the deal on paper; then she told Gil where Tommy was. Last, she called Paper Collar John in Adantic City. She told him the deal was done and that the Hog Creek Bateses should drop Joe off at the police station in Trenton. There would be no questions asked.
"Okay," he said.
"You hear from Beano?" she asked at the end of the conversation, her heart pumping with expectation.
"Y'know, Victoria, I seen him change over these last three weeks. He ain't the same as he was before. But I'm not sure that's good. You can't take his kind and turn him into something he ain't…"
"I guess you're right," she said, "but it would sure have been fun to try."
That night Victoria and her parents went to dinner at the country club. The TV at the club was on, and everybody was full of the story of Joe Rina's arrest and how the tabloid star's brother, Tommy, had come forward with the testimony to indict Joe for Murder One. Gil Green was on every news station. She listened while one reporter commented that these two brothers had been very close, and then asked rhetorically how it was possible that Tommy, who had once allegedly killed a man to protect Joe, would now testify against him.
"Because," Victoria said, repeating Beano's words, "the relationship had never been adequately tested."
She slept fitfully that night and woke up with a start when something jumped in bed with her. She sat up straight, feeling blindly for it in the darkness. And then, Roger-the-Dodger lunged up. He wagged his tail and licked her face.
"Roger, baby," she said, and she turned on the light and hugged him. There was a long crease in his hind end where the bullet had hit him, but brown and black fur was beginning to grow over the pink wound. She gathered him up in her arms and walked downstairs. She knew Beano was around somewhere, and then she finally saw him sitting in a chair out by the kidney-shaped pool in her parents' backyard. She moved over and sat in the chair beside him. He looked over at her and smiled.
"Hi," he said, "remember me?"
"Vividly," she said, still holding Roger. "He woke me up." She handed the dog over to him, but Roger jumped right back onto her lap.
"He's got good taste," Beano said. "1 didn't mean for him to wake you. He must've gotten in an open door," he lied.
"You were just sitting out here?"
"My second night," he said, and looked at her. "If you were David Letterman, you could get a restraining order."
"I've missed you," she said. "I've been thinking about you a lot."
"Me too," he said. "I'm sorry I ran, Victoria. I'm not sure what I am anymore. All the things I believed in have changed."
"So, everything doesn't have to happen at once," she said.
"So many questions… like what should I do from now on, what kind of life should I live, what should I do with the rest of Joe's five million?"
"You still have it?"
"Yeah, all but the ten percent I gave to the Hog Creek Bateses, but something tells me if I spend this Rina blood money, I'll ruin what I've found." He looked at her. "Silly, huh? I sound like a real sucker."