she began organizing the protests, naturally I came along, and I met Peter at one of them. I fell for him on the spot. And pretty soon the three of us were hanging out together. I think Rose took him under her wing just to encourage our relationship.â
Toby began to fidget in his chair. The relationship thing again. Thatâs testosterone for you; the eyes glaze over. I could guess he wanted Rose to get to the part about the icon. Rose noticed it, too. She tilted her head at him. âIâm telling you all this for a reason.â
He sat up straighter, chastened.
She took a sip from her cup and resumed. âThat would have been the winter of 1962. Peter came up to Bodega Bay in January with some other members of the crew to get ready for the shoot. He was doing preliminary sketches for the storyboards and drawing some of the locals to get the costumes right for the actors. They didnât start the actual filming until the spring. I guess that was the happiest time of my life. Peter was working hard, we were in love, the protests against PG&E were growing, and there were Hollywood types walking all over town. It was all so exciting. And thenâeverything fell apart. It started with the icon.â
Rose paused. âAm I going too fast?â
I shook my head. âPlease go on.â
âPeter was Russian by descent. Did I mention his last name? It was Federenco. One day he showed up at my house very upset and asked me to hide an heirloom that had caused a fight in his family. That was the icon. He wanted me to hold it for safekeeping until the dispute blew over.â
âDid he give you any background on the icon, like where it came from?â
âHe was pretty evasive about it. I did piece together that this icon was part of a set he was given by his father, but a cousin had questioned the inheritance and was trying to get it back. From what he told me, the dispute had gone on for years, but a story had just appeared in the newspaper that had stirred things up. He was worried about what this cousin might do. Afraid of him, in fact. Said he was unstable and prone to violence. So would I keep the icon under wraps until things cooled down? He said the cousin didnât know who I was, and Iâd be safe. Thatâs how the icon came to me, and thatâs all Iâve ever known about it. Because shortly afterward, Peter died. By the way, I didnât tell this whole story to your friend when he called. It was too personal. But Iâm telling it to you now.â
We sat in silence for a moment.
âIâm very sorry you lost Peter,â I said. âWhat happened?â
âIt was just a couple of weeks later. Heâd gone home for the weekend to San Francisco. He was with a friend who told me about it. They were getting out of a taxi when a motorcycle came roaring around the corner and clipped Peter while he was standing in the street. He was thrown to the pavement and smashed his head. By the time the ambulance arrived, he was gone. The kid who hit him never went to jail. He was the son of a policeman.â
âHow awful for you.â I placed my hand on Roseâs arm.
âAnd you know, thereâs something about his last words that still puzzles me. Iâve always wondered what he meant. According to his friend Terry, just before he died, Peter murmured, âTell Rose Gaffney â¦â But he never completed the sentence. Tell Rose Gaffney what? Or was he trying to tell me something but because of his head injury he mixed up my name with hers? Iâll never know. Iâd like to believe he was thinking of me at the end, but. â¦â She shook her head sadly. âThatâs why I told you about Rose Gaffney.â
âI see,â said Toby.
There was another pause. âRose, would you mind answering just a few more questions?â I ventured.
âNo, it was all a long time ago. Go ahead.â
âDid Peter mention the name of