Jackson frowned, confused. Butthey dont believe in abortion, I take it. Why wouldnt they want to help unwed mothers?
Unwed mothers shouldnt exist, Whitney explained.
I see, Jackson said.
Thats why the senator needed a bodyguard, Mama Matisse said, nodding solemnly. I believe that the senator spent time investigating the groups, trying to find out what they might be up to next. But it was all very hushhush, so I cant really tell you much. He was worried that they might mean to take physical action against him.
So, they do believe in assassination? Jackson asked.
There was a doctor who came down from New York City and opened a clinica familyplanning clinic. He was on a lot of the local talk shows. He denied that he had come because they call New Orleans the Big Easy, Whitney said. He was a smart man, from what I could see. He said that it was better for a confused young woman to abort a child early than to give birth in a ladies room and flush the living child down the toilet.
What happened to him? Angela asked.
Whitney looked at her with a sad grimace. He died in a hitandrun accident just outside his clinic. It was over in the CBDthe Central Business District. Unrelated to their sons accident.
Angela could see that Jackson seemed to have acquired all that he wanted from Mama Matisse.
You have been so kind to come and talk to us, she said. We thank you so much.
Mama Matisse rose. She looked at Whitney. You know where I am. Come to see me, and we can talk more if you wish. She turned to Jackson, studying him. You have the ability to find all the answersif you let yourself do so.
Well, thank you for your faith. Ill see you out, Jackson offered, rising. Do you need a ride anywhere? It would be the least we could do.
Mama Matisse shook her head. I am nearing ninety. I am nearing ninety because I walk the French Quarter every day. But thank you. You do have courtesy.
Well, thank you, Jackson said. Angela was surprised when Mama Matisse offered him her hand. Jackson took it. There was an interesting exchange of gazes between the two. Mama Matisse smiled. They walked out together.
This is so, so sad, Whitney murmured.
Yes, and it was good of your greatgrandmother to come. Especially because shes right. We cant make the maids talk to us.
Because Rene thought that she saw a ghost. And she wont tell anyonebut my greatgrandmother. Neither was here when Regina died, Whitney said. But I knew that they had spoken with GranMama.
Ah, but was it a ghost? A trick of the light, or her imaginationor was someone really in the house? Angela asked reflectively.
Id say that we opened a can of worms, Jake said, shaking his head. Now it doesnt just seem like someone might have been responsible, it seems that way too many someones might have been responsible.
Way too many someones, Angela said. Whitney, I love your greatgrandmother. Shes fascinating. I hope to see her again.
Yes, she is wonderful. She has so much wisdomand kindness in her heart. But shes not a fool, and she doesnt like people easily. She laughed suddenly, looking to the door. Our fearless leader is a skeptic, and she knows it. But I think shes seeing something deeper inside him. Something that makes him special.
Angela wasnt sure about that. Jackson Crow was courteous, and he knew how to be completely stoic.
Except for the fact that he didnt seem to think much of her. She winced inwardly; oddly enough, she felt a great deal as Mama Matisse did.
There was something deep in him that he didnt give away easily. And more oddly still, she wanted to know what it was, wanted to know more about the real man beneath the facade. Why had he been chosen to lead their team?
Firsthand knowledge and work with human behavior, she told herself dryly.
But she did have a certain gift, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not.
She rose. Excuse me, you all. Im going to run upstairs for a minute.
Do you want us with you? Jake asked.
Not right now, she told him.
Leaving them, she hurried up the stairs to the second floorand to the room where Regina Holloway had been.
Right before she had died.
She paused for a minute, and then she lay down on the bed as Regina might have done that fateful day. She closed her eyes.
She imagined the woman who had been Regina Holloway. Her life had so recently been perfect. Shed had a loving husband. And a child. A son.
She had lived in this house; she hadnt been afraid.
She had been lost and hurt.
Angela let the pain sweep into her, and she opened her eyes.
She could see them. Two children. They were adorable. They were near the foot of the bed, and they had a game of jacks. The little girl had blond pigtails, and she wore a calico dress that probably ended at her ankles; the little boy was in breeches and a bleached cotton shirt and gray vest. They were both seated crosslegged, facing one another as they played.
She lay very still on the bed, never sure if she was imagining, or if there was a place somewhere deep in the human soul where one could see what had gone on in the past.
Annabelle! the little boy said. He sighed and leaned over to catch the bouncing ball. You have to drop it right where you are, or it will roll away. Look, watch me.
The little boy dropped the ball, collected a number of jacks and caught the ball again. See? he said.
Annabelle nodded and took the ball from him. But her lower lip trembled. Im so scared, Percy. Im so scared. I dont like it here.
You dont need to be scared. Mommy and Daddy are here; that nice man, that Mr. Newton, hes helping us.
I want to go home.
We dont have a home anymore, Annabelle. We dont have a home.
Daddy said we were going away.
We will go away, unless Mr. Newton can give Daddy some kind of work. Then Daddy can work, and we can buy a house again, and we wont have to leave our friends.
Our friends are all gone, Annabelle said. Theyve been gone since the war.
The war is over, Annabelle. The little boys voice hardened. We lost. So now we all have to start over again.
Annabelle started to cry.
Percy took her into his arms, soothing her.
There, there, Annabelle. Its going to be all right.
What the hell are you doing?
Jackson Crows deep voice interrupted her; the children vanished.
Angela bolted to a sitting position.
Were you napping? Jackson asked her, incredulous.
No, thinking, she told him. She rose. Whats going on?
Were going to lunch. He might have realized that she was about to say that she would just stay in the house while they went, because he thwarted her attempt before she could make it. Its important. I want everyone to have a chance to connect away from here, to get to know one another as much as possible.
No, thinking, she told him. She rose. Whats going on?
Were going to lunch. He might have realized that she was about to say that she would just stay in the house while they went, because he thwarted her attempt before she could make it. Its important. I want everyone to have a chance to connect away from here, to get to know one another as much as possible.
She nodded. But when he turned away, she paused.
This room. She had seen the children here, and Regina Holloway had been here before walking out on the balcony.
And then dying.
Angela!
Jackson Crow was waiting for her.
Im going to move into this room, she told him.
Oh, no, he said.
Oh, yes. Its going to be important that I do.
I dont know if thats a good idea, he said. I respect your abilities, but its just not a good idea for anyone to sleep in here. Especially not you.