caught a sweet smell on his breath.
âHeâs up to 102,â Debbie Walker said at my elbow. âIf you canât get it down with Childrenâs Tylenol and a tepid bath, Iâd call your pediatrician.â
âI donât have one yet,â I said. âI havenât even had a chance to call around.â
Debbie pursed her lips. I turned back to Ben.
âHow ya doinâ, Pal?â I said.
âIâm sick.â His voice wavered.
âI know. Iâm going to take you home and tuck you into your own bed. What do you want to eat?â
âIâm not hungry.â
Debbie put a hand on one sizeable hip. âDonât force food on him. Just a lot of fluids.â
âUh-huh,â I said. âCome on, Pal. Letâs go.â
I wanted to get out of there before Nurse Nightmare turned me in to the authorities for not knowing whether to starve a fever or feed it or whatever that folksy little saying was. Ben got to his feet and leaned precariously to the left like a sailboat ready to come about.
âIâll carry your backpack,â I said.
âHeâs going to need a lot of hugs today, arenât you, Ben?â Debbie saidâa little pointedly, I thought.
Fortunately, Ben was too sick to go into a fit about not wanting anybody within five feet of him. I wasnât going to test what would happen if I actually did touch him at this point. I just thanked the nurse and hurried him out.
He fell asleep on the way home in the car, and the minute I got him to the couch in the study, which was as far as he wanted to go, he was out like a light again. I was rummaging through the medicine cabinet in the downstairs powder room for some Childrenâs Tylenol when the phone rang. I nearly broke my neck trying to get to it before it woke him up.
It was Mama. Her voice wasnât hysterical the way it had been the night before, but it was so tight it sounded thin, like a rubber band being stretched beyond its capacity.
âThey told me at your office that you were home with Ben,â she said. âHow is he?â
âHe has a fever and heâsââ
âThey wonât release Bobbi.â
I sagged against the counter. âYouâre not serious.â
âAntonia, I would not be joking about something like this.â The rubber band was about to snap.
âWhatâs the deal?â
âRoberta has been arraigned on charges of âchild neglect and endangerment.ââ Mamaâs voice broke. âBobbi would neverââ
âWhose children did she supposedly endanger?â
âHer own!â
âThey think she actually knew about the studio?â
âThey think she helped!â
âThere is no wayâwhat evidence do they have?â
âPictures.â
âI donât understandââ
âI just donât even want to say it!â
âSay
what?â
âA picture of Techla, Toni. Naked. Posing.â
We were quiet. I found myself squeezing the granite edge of the counter.
âDear God,â I said.
Mama went on, phrases coming to me in snatches. The twins missing their mother. Mama holding them most of the night. Emil sucking his thumb. Techla carrying the phone around, begging to be allowed to call Daddy and tell him she was sorry. I tried to grasp at something that made sense, and found nothing.
âI told her exactly how I felt about her lying about her mother,â Mama was saying.
âWho?â I said.
âWyndham. She shut herself up in the guest room, and I havenât seen her since.â
The words came out as if she were ripping them from a page. I couldnât assemble them in my head. It was like trying to paste confetti together.
âAll right, look,â I said. âHave you talked to Bobbiâs lawyer?â
âYes.â
âSo what does he say? Has bail been set?â
âToni, I donât
know!
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