Alibi: A Novel by Joseph Kanon

the door.
    “Adam,” he said, stopping me, voice lower. “You’re not serious about this.”
    “Bertie, some other time? She doesn’t know anyone in the room.”
    “Well, no, she wouldn’t, would she?”
    “What do you mean by that?”
    “Oh, don’t snap. I just meant it might not be suitable, bringing her here. What will Grace think?”
    “She’ll think we’re friends.”
    Bertie sighed. “Never mind. It’s always talking to a post, isn’t it? Just have a care, that’s all. You don’t want things to get complicated. Rush into things.”
    “Tell her,” I said, nodding toward my mother, still hugging people. Bertie followed my gaze.
    “Well, Grace.” His face softened with fondness. “She’s not the type, is she, to look behind things? We’ll have to keep an eye out for her. She was always like that, you know. Always wanted watching. So one does, somehow.” He turned back to me. “But I can’t take on two.”
    Claudia was still near the door, looking tentative. When I finally pushed my way through the crowd, she smiled, relieved, then retreated again when I kissed her.
    “Not here,” she said.
    “It’s all right, no one’s looking.”
    “But in public.”
    “Come meet my mother.”
    She touched her hair. “Where is the ladies’ room?”
    “You look fine.”
    “No, not for that. For the toilet.”
    I laughed. “Sorry. Downstairs. Come on, I’ll show you.”
    But before we could move out of the room, Mimi came over, martini glass in hand.
    “Adam, there you are.” A cheek kiss. “Are you making a speech too?”
    “I’m saving it for the wedding.”
    “Thank god for that,” she said, then looked expectantly at Claudia.
    They nodded to each other as I introduced them.
    “Where has Adam been hiding you? I
hope
he’s bringing you to my ball. If he doesn’t, I’ll ask you myself,” she said to Claudia.
    “Thank you,” Claudia said, not sure how to respond.
    “Oh, purely selfish.
Try
finding anyone under forty these days.Though I must say,” she said, turning to me, “Grace looks ten years younger. Ten years. I suppose that’s love?” Her voice arched up.
    “I suppose.”
    “Maybe we should all try it. Except I have. Much good it did me.” She glanced again at Claudia. “But how long have you—?”
    “We met at Signor Howard’s,” Claudia said, placing us.
    “Bertie, the old cicerone. Lucky he didn’t match you up with a priest,” she said to me. “What can it mean, all the padres? In and out, all day long. What do they talk about?”
    “What’s new on the Rialto.”
    “Just like—chums. Hard to imagine, isn’t it? To me they still seem—I don’t know, something you see on the bus, not anyone you’d ever meet. Of course, Marian says in Rome it’s nothing but. Priests everywhere. But that’s Rome. I’m sorry,” she said to Claudia, “I hope I’m not—”
    “No, no.”
    “Thank god. I’m forever getting myself into trouble. You say the first thing that comes into your mind and then you see the faces. Not like you, darling. Always so careful.”
    “Am I?”
    “Grace says you’re thrilled. I thought, really? Or is he just being his usual diplomatic self? Our own little nuncio.”
    “Why shouldn’t I be thrilled?”
    “No reason in the world,” she said, a quick return. We looked at each other for a minute.
    She turned to Claudia. “You will come, won’t you? To my ball? It’s going to be very special, like the ones before the war. Modern dress—I hate period. Carnival’s the worst. Those wigs, all itchy and hot. You wonder how they stood it. Oh, here she comes. Clever Grace.” A smile for my mother, making her way toward us.
    “Excuse me,” Claudia said. “A moment.” She slid away from us and darted down the stairs.
    “Adam,” Mimi said, her voice low, no longer chirping, “what’s all this?”
    “Ladies’ room. She’ll be back.”
    “No, this.” She wagged her finger between me and the spot where Claudia had stood. “The