Part 12 (1/2)
She was braced for her mother's hurt and disillusionment and expected Ted to be furious, and justifiably so. After all, she and Eric had physically invaded his apartment and thereby made him a part of a scam that would be abhorrent to him. The one thing she was not prepared for was his refusal to believe her.
”Why would I lie about something like that?” she demanded.
”For the same reason you showed us that sketch of a gallows,” Ted said. ”To get your mother to move back to your beloved Ventura. Ever since you got here, you've been whining about how miserable you are. To hear you talk, you'd think you'd been thrown into a snake pit. You've been feeding Rosemary one pitiful story after another: Just being in this town gives you nightmares and makes you scream in your sleep; the kids are unfriendly; people put mean pictures in your locker. Now you're asking us to believe that your cla.s.smates are out to get you by putting dead creatures in your locker because you've been conducting a fortune-telling scam out of my apartment and that both my daughter and the president of the cla.s.s have been involved in it. You've gone over the line, Sarah. Your mother and I weren't born yesterday.”
”Don't condemn her so fast, Ted,” Rosemary said. ”These are serious accusations. If what Sarah says is true, this is a nasty situation.”
”A few well-placed phone calls will make this or break this,” Ted said. ”We'll start with Eric Garrett.”
He looked up the number in the book, then picked up the phone and dialed.
”h.e.l.lo, John? Ted Thompson here. How are things going? ... Glad to hear it. ... Nope, no legal problems, thank goodness. If there were, I'd be phoning you at your office. I wondered if Eric was around. If so, I'd like to speak to him. ... I see. Well, if it's not too late when he gets in, would you have him give me a call? I'm at Rosemary Zoltanne's house. I think Eric knows the number. Oh, and while I'm at it, I want you to know how grateful I am to your son for his emergency treatment of Rosemary when she burned herself a couple of weeks ago. You ought to be grooming that boy of yours for medical school. ... Just kidding, John, just kidding! He's going to make a terrific attorney, just like his dad. Have him call me, okay? There's something I need to ask him. ...Thanks, John. Give my best to Nancy. Goodbye.”
He replaced the receiver on the hook and immediately lifted it again. The next number he dialed from memory.
”h.e.l.lo, Sheila? It's Ted. ... I agree, that was unnecessary. Of course you know my voice. I'd like to speak to Kyra. ... No, it's not about Thanksgiving. However, since I've got you on the line, is there any chance that Kyra and Brian-? ... Well, look, we'll talk about it later. Right now I need to talk to Kyra about something else. ... No, I won't go into it with you. It's between my daughter and me. May I please speak to her?” He waited in obvious irritation until Kyra got on the phone. The conversation that followed was a short one. ”Kyra, what do you know about a fortune-telling scam that Sarah and Eric Garrett were conducting out of my apartment? Sarah says you were providing her with information so that she could fake the fortunes. ... No, of course, I didn't believe her, but Sarah's been very insistent, and in the interest of fairness I felt I had to ask you. ... I realize that. It made no sense to me either. I'll talk to you tomorrow. We need to discuss Thanksgiving, but tonight isn't a good time for that. ... Okay, baby. I'm sorry if I upset you. Sleep tight.”
He hung up the phone and turned to face Sarah and Rosemary.
”Kyra says she knows nothing about it.”
”She's lying!” Sarah exclaimed.
”She says that you and she are so hostile toward each other that the last thing she would ever want to do would be to get involved in any sort of business venture with you. Rosie, be honest, now, can you picture our daughters teaming up like that?”
”It is hard to imagine,” Rosemary admitted.
”Right you are. But for the sake of argument, let's say that Kyra is the one who's lying. Maybe she did supply all this inflammatory information. But what would her reason be? She doesn't need spending money. I give her a good allowance, as I would Sarah if she weren't too hard-nosed to accept it. Eric certainly doesn't need money-he has everything he needs and more. His father even bought him a car for his sixteenth birthday and pays for the gas. Beyond that, how could Sarah have provided information about things that hadn't happened yet? Grace Rice's elopement with her sister's boyfriend? Misty Lamb's mother falling in the kitchen? Did Kyra tell you all that too, Sarah?”
”No,” Sarah said, her heart sinking.
”Then where did it come from?”
Sarah shot her mother a look of desperation.
”It seemed like I was seeing those things in the ball.”
”In the crystal paperweight?”
”Yes, I saw them in the paperweight.”
”Is that the same paperweight your mother let you use at the carnival?”
”There's only one paperweight. I have it on my desk.”
”Did it show you the future when you were telling fortunes at the school?”
”No,” Sarah said. ”I mean-well, there was one thing: I thought I saw somebody trip Charlie, but that turned out not to be true. The fact that he fell that night was apparently a coincidence.”
”Okay, let's go back a few paces. You say you were conducting this scam out of my apartment. So, show me the duplicate key you used to get in there.”
”I gave it to Eric,” Sarah said.
”That's convenient, now, isn't it?”
”But, Ted, what about the crow?” Rosemary asked, breaking into the conversation. ”We can chalk up the drawing as a prank, but not a dead bird. Somebody actually slaughtered a living creature and then went to the effort of finding out Sarah's locker combination and putting the dreadful thing in there for her to find. And Sarah's right, birds do symbolize witchcraft. They're considered *familiars,' animal friends who a.s.sist witches in their work. The symbol of a dead bird could be a symbol of a dead witch. And if uneducated, superst.i.tious hoodlums have labeled Sarah a witch-”
”The children in this town where I was born and raised and have taught school for all of my adult life are not *uneducated hoodlums,' ” Ted said angrily. ”They are a lot less superst.i.tious than the flower-child types in California who chant meaningless gibberish and practice yoga and burn incense. And who is to say that Sarah did find a bird in her locker? It's hard for you to accept, I'm sure, but your daughter needs help, Rosie. I'm going to insist that she get counseling.”
”I won't go to Mr. Lamb!” Sarah said adamantly. ”That man needs counseling himself! He's a wife abuser!”
”May I ask how you came up with that slanderous tidbit? And please, don't tell me again that you saw it in a paperweight.”
”I got it from Kyra,” Sarah said. ”Then Misty confirmed it. The reason she came to have her fortune told was because she was afraid for her mother's life. She wanted to know if she would ever have the courage to leave her father.”
”The Lambs are a happily married couple,” Ted said. ”At last year's faculty Christmas party they were holding hands like newlyweds. And even if I didn't trust my daughter's word, which I do with all my heart, there is no way that she would have access to personal information of that nature.”
”She got it from her mother,” Sarah said. ”It was in the church files.”
”You want me to believe that Sheila is a part of this alleged con scheme? It will be a cold day in h.e.l.l before I buy that, Sarah. My wife may have her problems, but one thing I will say for her is that she is a highly moral woman. There is no way in this world that Sheila Thompson would become involved in anything that had to do with the occult.”
”Call Mr. Prue,” Sarah said, giving up on the subject of Kyra. ”He'll tell you I came into his office today with the crow.”
”I plan to do exactly that,” Ted said, and picked up the receiver again.
This phone call was even briefer than the last one, and after the initial question Ted listened in silence. When he hung up the phone, he was shaking his head.
”Mr. Prue says, yes, Sarah did come to his office this morning,” he said, addressing himself to Rosemary as if Sarah wasn't there. ”He says she was hostile and hysterical, and he, too, feels she would benefit from counseling. He never actually saw any crow. She was carrying a bundle of papers in which she said there was the carca.s.s of a bird, but she wouldn't open it. He thinks that it's very doubtful there was anything in it.”
”I tried to show him!” Sarah cried. ”He didn't want to look at it! He wanted it off his desk because he was afraid of germs!”
The telephone rang. Sarah grabbed for the receiver before Ted could reach for it. As she had antic.i.p.ated, it was Eric returning Ted's call.
”It's about the fortune-telling, Eric,” she said hurriedly before Ted could intercept the phone call. ”I've told Ted and Rosemary everything. Now I need for you to verify it.”
There was a long pause, and then Eric said softly, ”I trusted you.”
Sarah felt herself starting to falter at the hurt in his voice. Was it possible that she was mistaken and Eric really did care? But if so, how could he have lied about her to Mr. Prue? Or had Mr. Prue been the liar and misquoted Eric as saying she was the one who'd initiated the fortune-telling?
”I'm not out to get you into trouble,” she said. ”I mean that, Eric. I'm willing to accept the blame for getting us into Ted's apartment. Other than trespa.s.sing, we weren't doing anything illegal, so, please, just tell him the truth and make him believe me.”
She handed the receiver to Ted.
”So-what about it?” Ted asked in the cla.s.sroom voice she had come to despise. ”Were you and Sarah and Kyra running a fortune-telling scam? ... You heard me right, I said a fortune-telling scam. Telling people's fortunes for money. ... No, I don't mean the game at the carnival. I mean a private moneymaking business run out of my apartment. ... Then why would Sarah say so? It makes no sense. Why confess to something that none of you were doing?”
He listened for a moment.