“No clue,” I said, wondering where she was going with this.
“Loaded her coat pockets with big rocks and walked into a river. Sank to the bottom and she drowned. Over and out. I figure kids are like that. Get pregnant, you might as well fill your pockets with stones.”
The waitress appeared with my white wine, which was mercifully bad, a bonus under the circumstances, since I considered this work and I didn’t want to drink too much.
Anna caught the waitress’s attention. “We’ll run a tab.”
“Sure thing.”
Anna propped her chin on one hand, giving me the big blue eyes. “Is Santa Teresa expensive? I mean, for someone like me who rents?”
“Actually, it is. A lot of people opt for Colgate just north of us or Winterset to the south.”
“So how much for a studio, something small like that?”
“Six hundred a month.”
“For a studio? You’re shittin’ me.”
I shrugged. “That’s the going rate.”
“Are you, like, in the snooty part of town?”
“I’m down by the beach.”
“Six hundred bucks a month is a lot of money. How much do you make?”
“Enough. Are you thinking about a move?”
“Well, I sure don’t want to hang out in a town like this. Spend the rest of my life in Bakersfield? Get serious. I’m twenty-six years old. I got a dead-end job and I bunk in with the dog in my sister’s spare room. No bathroom back there, so I have to trek all the way down the hall. Two hundred a month and I help around the house. She makes out big time on that deal, I’m telling you.”
“I can see why you’d want a change.”
“If I could ever catch a break. You know what gets me? Even if I want to move to, like, Santa Teresa or someplace nice? I don’t know a soul and I wouldn’t have a place to stay while I was looking for work. First and last month’s rent? Forget about it. There’s no way.”
“Maybe you should save some cash.”
“On my salary? Good luck,” she said. She laid the big blue eyes on me. “I don’t suppose you know anyone who’d put me up.”
“Not off hand.”
“It’d just be temporary and I could pay some. Not a lot, but I’d be happy to pitch in.”
“If I hear of anything, I’ll let you know.”
I was hoping we’d exhausted the subject, but she had simply paused to sip her drink.
“So what time do you head for home?”
“I’m not sure. Depends on when I get up. Early.”
“Because I was thinking I could snag a ride. As long as you’re going anyway, I could keep you company.”
“What about work? Aren’t you supposed to give two weeks’ notice?”
“I make minimum wage. What do I owe them?”
“Seems like a courtesy,” I said.
“Oh, yeah, right. Easy for you to say. So how about it?”
“How about what?”
“Me bumming a ride. Crap you’ve laid on us, I’m entitled to something, don’t you think?”
I stared at her. For the life of me, I couldn’t think of a response.
18
As I looked away from her, I saw a couple standing in the entrance, where they’d paused to scan the room. “Is that Ellen and Hank?”
Since Anna and I were the only customers in the place, Hank had no trouble spotting us, and he was quick to raise a hand in greeting. Anna waved him over to the table like he might inadvertently sit somewhere else.
He was tall, slim, and clean-shaven with a buzz cut of light brown hair. He held out his hand, saying, “Hank Wagner.”
“Kinsey Millhone,” I said.
When I shook hands with him, he knew enough to provide me with a firm grip. He wore jeans and an olive green T-shirt that fit like it was tailored to size. He would have been perfect on a billboard for Marine recruits. Beside him, Ellen was petite. Her hair was blond and thick, layered so it hugged her head. Her bangs were cut straight across and fell below her brows, like a knit hat pulled low against the cold. Despite having three kids, she showed no signs of childbearing. She was small and slender and would probably always carry herself like a sixth-grade girl, shoulders slightly rounded, jeans hanging on her hips. Ballet-style flats, no socks. I turned to her and extended my hand. “Kinsey. You’re Ellen?”
I got the limp hand. I saw her mouth move, but her smile was distracted and she wouldn’t meet my eyes. At first I thought she was pissed off, but I realized she was so shy she could barely raise her voice. Hank headed for the bar to buy drinks while she sat down and fussed with her purse, arranging the long straps over the top chair rail. It must have felt odd not to have to worry about bottles, diapers, and baby wipes, not to mention plastic baggies filled with crackers.
Hank appeared moments later with a beer for himself and a margarita for her. Ten minutes went by, during which we were engaged in idle chat. Anna and Ellen went off to the ladies’ room, leaving me alone with Hank. He was pleasant, though he didn’t volunteer anything, perhaps at a loss about where to begin. All he knew about me was I’d snatched five hundred thousand dollars out of the family coffers. Given that I interview people for a living, I was happy to break the ice. “What sort of work do you do?”
“Electrician. My dad owns the company. I have a brother works for him, too.”
“Nice,” I said, picturing a tool belt and a voltage meter. “How’d you and Ellen meet?”
“She was waiting tables at Wool Growers. Have you been there?”
“I’ve been in town one day so I haven’t seen much.”
“It’s a Basque restaurant on Nineteenth. You ought to try it if you have a chance. Food’s good and there’s lots of it. After my mom died, we’d go in for dinner couple of nights a week, my dad and brother and me.”
“Ellen waited tables? She seems too shy for a job like that.”
“She did fine. Around strangers she gets all tongue-tied and weird. She’ll loosen up in a bit. Took me a while to get to know her myself. We dated two years and been married six.”
“Anna mentioned she lives with you.”
“Yes, ma’am. I actually met Anna first. She used to do my mom’s nails when she worked at the other salon. Before Nails Ahoy!”
“How long has she been staying with you?”
“She said it would be three weeks, but it’s been like a year and a half.”
“That’s a bit of an imposition, isn’t it?”
“Some. House is small. She’s quiet. I’ll say that for her. Stays up late and sleeps late, so we have to keep the kids out from underfoot. She’s supposed to help out with room and board, but that didn’t last long. She paid maybe two months. Since then she hasn’t given us a cent. She buys too many clothes to pitch in, I guess.”
“Well, that’s too bad.”
He shrugged. “I let Ellen handle it. She asks about the money and Anna’s all like, ‘Sure, no problem.’ By the time the subject comes up again, another month’s gone by.”
“Why don’t you kick her out?”
“Not my place. Ellen knows she should ask her to leave, but she can’t bring herself to do it. She says Anna’s family, which I can understand, but still and all.”
“Do the three of them get along? Ethan and his sisters?”
He shrugged. “As long as Ellen does what they want. They yap about how she’s always her dad’s favorite and poor them. It’s bull, but they’ve said it so often she believes it herself. She’s afraid to stand up to them because she doesn’t want anybody mad at her. I believe one reason her dad took her out of the will along with the other two is he knew if he left her anything, Ethan and Anna would talk her into giving it to them.”