too, donât you? No, donât answer that question. I donât want to know. No fresh garlic,â she said, still disbelieving.
I folded my arms and leaned up against the countertop. âI thought you always said the way to a manâs heart was through hisââ
âMom!â a voice screeched from the kitchen door. It was my middle child. My wild child. The child with as much personality as an amusement park and as much energy as a roller coaster. âMatthew keeps hitting me with his T. rex, and Iâm about tired of it.â
âMary,â I said, âtell him youâre not going to play with him anymore if he keeps hitting you.â
âIâm not playing with him,â she said, her green eyes sparkling. âI am sitting on my bed, minding my own business, reading a book, and he just whopped me upside the head.â
âWell then, thatâs his problem. He wants you to play with him.â
âNo!â she exclaimed. âIâll just go outside and read.â
She turned and disappeared down the hallway, then came back dressed in her winter coat and slippers, her book in her hand. âIâll just go out on the porch and read.â
âItâs twenty degrees outside,â I said.
âI donât care,â she snapped. âItâs better than having to put up with him! â
The door slammed behind her as she headed out to the back porch. Collette looked at me and then laughed.
âI give her ten minutes,â I said.
âGod, were we like that?â
âYup,â I said.
âExcept you never had any siblings to fight with,â she said. âI had my sister, who hated my guts. We got over that, though. Funny how that works.â
âYeah, youâre right. I never had any siblings,â I said. My voice trailed off as I reached for a pan from underneath the stove.
âOooh, I detect a shift in mood here,â Collette said.
âHmm? Oh, no, Iâm fine,â I said.
âNo, having Hugh Jackman lick your toes is fine, darling. What you are is ⦠distracted.â
âRight,â I said laughing. âIâm fine.â
She said nothing and went about chopping up my inferior yellow onion. Collette is really good about letting me come to her with things, rather than prying. I canât say that Iâm as good a friend. I usually pry everything from her. Patience is not one of my virtues. âSo, tell me what you know about the wreck,â she said, changing the subject.
âWell, funny you should ask. In between tours, I managed to get some reading done, although not nearly enough.â
âYeah? And?â
âWell, I think she might have been loaded flat. Iâve got a call into one of the historical societies down in Arkansas,â I said. âI want to see if theyâve got a picture of The Phantom as she left port. We might get lucky.â
âWhat good will that do?â
âShow if she was loaded flat. She may have had too many people on board, so that when the captain flanked her, which the eyewitnesses said he did, the water would have swept up on the deck, probably knocking people off into the river right then and there. Then it would have been just a matter of her turning on her side and going under.â
âSo ⦠whereâs the mystery in that?â
âThere isnât one. Except why a seasoned pilot of a steamer would flank his ship that hard, knowing he was loaded flat. That doesnât make sense.â
âWhat do you know about the pilot?â
âNot a lot,â I said. âThatâs one of the things I planned on reading about tomorrow.â
âAnd Jessica Huntleigh?â
âYou know, I donât really know that much. Iâm going to ask Sylvia some questions about her when I get a chance.â
âWhat about ⦠you know, the diamonds?â she asked, stirring the pasta