knows what to say, how to say it and to whom. Sheâs up-to-speed on everyoneâs ups and downs, but never one to run and pick up the phone and gossip with her woman friends when sheâs just come across a juicy titbit. They say her discretion and advice have saved more than one marriage.
âMariona, weâd like you to tell us what you know about LÃdia Font,â Borja asked her. âYou do know her, donât you?â
âDo you know what youâre getting into?â
Her question, expressed in a tone of voice that wasnât at all innocent, alarmed us. All we wanted to know was what people were saying about our clientâs wife on Barcelonaâs upper side. What kind of person she was, whether sheâd a reputation for having affairs with other men, whether she got on well with her husband ... If at the end of the day it was all down to infidelity and a jealous husband worried about his political future, as seemed to be the case, Marionaâs comment seemed quite uncalled for.
âYes, but do you know her?â Borja persisted.
âOf course, I know her!â She sighed. âDo I have any choice? Sheâs one to look out for. LÃdia is also a kind of second cousin of mine. Didnât you know that?â
We shook our heads and she sipped on her drink before launching into an explanation.
âDo you see, I had a cousin on my motherâs side, who was older than me and rather dim-witted, and she had a daughter ... My cousin, poor thing, died quite young â she died from a broken neck one winter skiing in Cortina â and her husband, Esteve Vilalta, we called him Estevet, remarried, this time to Ernest Pouâs daughter, one of the Sabadell Pous, the textile manufacturers, when everyone thought sheâd end up dressing saints in church â Rosa, I mean, the Pousâ daughter, because she was so wet and without a spark ... But whoâd have thought it, she married
Estevet, who now looked at her as if she were a supermodel, and they had another daughter, LÃdia, although Rosa was getting on by this stage ... Obviously, in fact, Estevet and I arenât family, but LÃdia is a kind of second cousin, donât you think?â
âI suppose so,â I replied trying to digest the whole story.
âProperly speaking, there is no blood link, but given that LÃdia is step-sister to my other niece, she is in a way, you know, what English people would call my second cousin-in-law ...â
Borja interrupted her genealogical disquisition: âYou must have things you can tell us,â he insisted. âI believe LÃdia is married to a politician whoâs now an MP. I bet she likes the busy social round.â
Doña Mariona Castany smiled again, offered us a second martini and lifted a cigarette to her lips and waited for Borja to offer her a light. My brother was quick to show off the gold lighter Merche had given him for his birthday. After a couple of drags, Mariona settled down on the sofa, toyed with a cushion, and began holding forth.
âDear old LÃdia is a nasty piece of work. And you know how I hate to run anybody down, but ...â
âYou know that nothing you tell us will go beyond these walls,â Borja assured her.
âYes, though everyone knows whatever I can tell you. Letâs see, where should I begin ... You could say LÃdia is the sort that mistreats her staff and looks down on all and sundry. She doesnât dare try that on with me, naturally ... Sheâs hoping one day sheâll wheedle me into letting her redecorate this old house of mine. Sheâs ambitious, much more so than her husband LluÃs. And always has been.â Then added, as if confidentially: âWhen she was a youngster, she played that dirty trick on her step-sister SÃlvia. The poor girl even attempted to commit suicide ...â
âGood heavens!â
âLots of people are gunning for her, and lots try to