limp, and too skinny, and her spine had settled into a permanent curve. She looked older than me, not younger, and so sad.
I hated to see her like this, but I was also tired of worrying. Iâd done what I could to help; after that, I figured it was up to her. She was an adultâher happiness was her responsibility. But she wasnât getting better and it had put a strain on our relationship.
The drinks came. Father lit a cigarette and took a swallow of scotch. He said, âSara Lucille, tell your sister what we were discussing.â
Sis sighed. âDaddy wants us to move back to Fort Worth.â
âIt is a mystery why daughters of mine would live in this armpit.
Hollywood,
for Christâs sake. Itâs nothing but Hebrews and homosexualsââ
I stuck my fingers in my ears; Sis copied me. It was one of our oldest gags. Father shook his head. âI have raised two bleeding hearts, to my undying chagrin.â
I dropped my hands and changed the subject. âSis says youâre here about gas leases.â
âIâm scouting properties for an old boy in Houston.â
Sis piped up. âBetter California than Alaska.â
Father guzzled more scotch and launched into a rant about the state of the oil business. He had been on the skids ever since the domestic oil industry went bust. He refused to work for the big companies, so heâd wildcatted dry wells and flopped a string of get-rich-quick schemes. Natural gas was his latest inspiration. I didnât know how bad business was until I went to pay for Sisâs rehab. I found out that heâd been looting our trust fund for seed money. I called him on it, and Fatherâs response was that
rob
and
loot
were strong words: he preferred
borrowed.
Sis and I used to joke about being minor-league heiresses, but there was nothing to inherit now. Our money was gone.
Father took a swipe at environmentalists and stood up without a pause. He leaned against the booth for balance.
The waiter saw Father stand up and came over with the check. Father signed the credit card slip and left a gargantuan tip. He said, âI count on seeing you next Wednesday, Elizabeth Ann.â
I said, âHave you heard from our lawyer?â
Sis looked at me and frowned. Father said, âI had the authority to borrow from you girls.â
âYou know you didnât. You forged those releases.â
âOh, horseshit, Ann!â
He turned away too fast and had to grab the booth again. He steadied himself, focused his eyes, and walked out of the room using the booths as his plumb line.
Sis was still frowning at me. I said, âI called a lawyer. I knew you wouldnât go for it, so I didnât tell you.â
âI wonât sue him, Annie.â
âIâm not talking about a lawsuit, Iâm talking about a crime. DA, grand jury, prisonâgroovy stuff like that.â
âIâll neverââ
âDonât get upset, itâs probably a waste of time. Whatâs this about next Wednesday?â
Sis sighed. âHe wants to take us out to the San Andreas Fault, you know, one of his famous geological expeditions. He leaves next Friday.â
âThatâs easyâIâm not going and neither are you.â I looked at my watch and slid out of the booth. âIâve got things to do.â
âYou have to drive me home first.â
âWhereâs your car?â
âI sold it.â
I leaned against the booth. âSold it? Jesusâwhy?â
âI needed the money.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
Sis reached up and rubbed my arm. âThey cut back my hours at the bookstore, and Iâve just started with a new therapist, but sheâs expensive and my insurance only covers partial psychiatric, and I...â
She hung her head.
I said, âHow much do you need?â
Sis kept her head down. âFive hundred. Theyâre going to cut off my phone,