and tall regal Great Aunt Irma whoâd lived healthily into her 102nd year. Heâd exult: âLook at that bone structure!â
But there was another factor as well, one crucially important to the role he envisioned for himself. He was climbing to new strata and he wanted a wife: visible, presentable, cultivated, respectable.
He wanted you because you decorated his life.
Did I ever love him?
Yes, she thinks; letâs be honest; you did love him. Youâd have done anything for him. Youâd have given your life for him.
And now?
Now it has been cruelly reversed. Now that youâre no longer prepared to give it, Bert will gladly take your life.
If he finds you.
21 She keeps opening accounts with the money sheâs brought west. The forty bearer bonds are each worth $10,000 but most of the rest is still in wrapped bundles of $1,000 bills, awkward to negotiate because they draw attention.
The best she can do is to change no more than one or two bills in any particular bank.
The bearer bonds are easy to convertâshe visits the financial houses and sells the first half of the bonds one or two at a time and uses the proceeds to open small trading accounts: insignificant stock portfolios.
Her tongue keeps prodding the bonding on her front teeth. The gap between teeth is gone but her mouth feels like a strangerâs.
Exchanging her cash for cashiersâ checks and money ordersâshe thinks of it wryly as laundering the lootâshe sets about investing the money: buying treasury bills and certificates of deposit; opening interest-bearing bank accounts; going into three money market funds, each through a different broker because it is important to keep it all in scattered places and in sums too small to provoke anyoneâs interest. She even opens an IRA on the chance she may survive long enough to need a retirement account.
The thought provokes a cringe of desperation: barely a month now to the deadline and so much to do.
She has left about half the money in the safety-deposit boxes; in a week or two sheâll take it along on a quick trip to Nevada and open accounts there in the name of Dorothy Holder.
Converting the first half of the money has used up tankfuls of gasoline and when all the transactions have been completed she has two safety-deposit boxes filled with bankbooks and account statements; there is no more than $20,000 in any one place but the total is short of $500,000 by only the few thousand sheâs spent since the adventure began.
There is still half a million for the Nevada accountsâand she hasnât touched the diamonds.
Those are Ellenâs.
22 âA little more aileron. Left foot,â Charlie Reid says. Then in exasperation: âYour other left, my beauty.â
âSorry.â
She depresses the pedal. The plane has been sliding; now it banks and continues to turn.
She attempts to line up the nose with the mountain pass twenty miles awayâsheâs learned by now that it is called the Grapevineâand the plane skitters disobediently. She still isnât comfortable with the unfamiliar feel of the controls.
Whoever said itâs just like learning to drive a car is an imbecile.
Charlie is talking into the radio mike and she hears the tower grant clearance; at least she assumes that is what is being discussed. Thereâs so much crackling noise in the headset earphones that she can make out barely one word in five. They all sound alike and they all seem to understand one another perfectly but to her it is as much of a foreign tongue as it was on the first day.
Charlie says something to her.
She peels one earphone away. âWhat?â
âWeâre cleared to land. Go ahead.â
She stretches her body up to lean to her left and peer down through the window. Where the hellâs the Goddamned airport?
Everything looks alike. Cars and trucks are toys moving slowly along the monotonous grid of streets; the roofs, the