that got me sidetracked…I, uh, I can’t remember.”
She did remember about manure spreaders and the funny things that might happen with them; about canning tomatoes, and how everything changed when freezers came in; she remembered playing the piano with her sister, and her sister’s wedding to Bill Judd.
“Christ Lutheran Church. I was maid of honor. All the maids wore yellow and carried bouquets of yellow roses. But Bill Judd…He was a bad man. He was even bad when he was a boy. He used to steal, and then he’d lie about it, and get other children in trouble. You know what he’d steal?”
“No, I don’t,” Virgil said.
“Money. He wasn’t like other children, who might steal somebody’s toy or candy or something. You’d have him to your house and he’d always be looking around for loose change. My mother used to keep a sharp eye on him, after she figured it out. He was bad right from the beginning.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks and she said, “After my sister died, there was all kinds of trouble. Bill didn’t care about anything, then. She used to hold him back, but after she died, nothing could hold him back.”
She began to weep, and a nurse stepped toward them with a question on her face.
“Are you okay?” Virgil asked.
“Bill did bad things, bad things,” she said. Her eyes cleared a bit and she said, “Men are no damn good.”
“I don’t want to get you upset,” Virgil said, “but I’m trying to figure out who might have started hating Bill Judd back then. And Russell Gleason…”
The nurse asked, “Everything okay?”
Virgil said, “She’s a little upset.”
“She’s late for her nap,” the nurse said.
Carlson looked at Virgil and said, “Russell Gleason was there for the man in the moon. That was the thing. The man in the moon. Bill did a terrible thing, and we all knew. Russell knew, too. So did Jerry. Jerry knew about it.”
“Who’s Jerry?”
She broke into choking sobs, and her whole body trembled. The nurse said, “I think you should stop talking to her. This is not good.”
“I just…”
“You’re really messing her up, is what you’re doing,” the nurse said. To Carlson she said, “It’s okay, Betsy. The man is going away. It’s okay. Let’s get a Milky Way and then get a nap. Let’s get you a Milky Way.”
“Not the Milky Way,” Carlson said to Virgil, ignoring the nurse. “It was the man in the moon: and he’s here. The man in the moon is here. I’ve seen him.”
She began sobbing again, and the nurse glared at Virgil and said, “Take a hike.”
Virgil nodded, tried one last time: “Betsy? Do you know the name of the man in the moon?”
She looked up and asked, “What? Who are you?”
O N THE WAY OUT, Virgil stopped and asked the woman at the front desk if they required anybody to sign in.
“Nope. Not yet. That’s probably next.”
“Do you remember anybody visiting Betsy Carlson?”
“You know, I think I do. But I couldn’t tell you who it was, or even what he looked like. I just remember that she had a visitor, because it was so unusual. This must’ve been…oh, years ago.”
“I’m looking into a murder over in Bluestem,” Virgil said. “A guy named Bill Judd, who was Betsy’s brother-in-law. Do you know if Judd was paying for her care?”
The woman shook her head. “You should ask Dr. Burke that. But as I understand it—just between you and me—Betsy inherited some property from her parents, and when she was admitted here, it was put in trust. I think that’s all she’s got.”
7
W ORTHINGTON WAS thirty miles east of Bluestem, another node on I-90. On the way, Virgil dialed Joan Carson’s cell number. Wherever she was, she was out of range, so he left a message: “This is Virgil. Gonna be back around six, I hope, if you’ve got time for a bite. Like to see you tonight. Uh, thought we got off to a pretty good start…anyway, let me know.” He should have sent flowers, he thought.
In
She did remember about manure spreaders and the funny things that might happen with them; about canning tomatoes, and how everything changed when freezers came in; she remembered playing the piano with her sister, and her sister’s wedding to Bill Judd.
“Christ Lutheran Church. I was maid of honor. All the maids wore yellow and carried bouquets of yellow roses. But Bill Judd…He was a bad man. He was even bad when he was a boy. He used to steal, and then he’d lie about it, and get other children in trouble. You know what he’d steal?”
“No, I don’t,” Virgil said.
“Money. He wasn’t like other children, who might steal somebody’s toy or candy or something. You’d have him to your house and he’d always be looking around for loose change. My mother used to keep a sharp eye on him, after she figured it out. He was bad right from the beginning.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks and she said, “After my sister died, there was all kinds of trouble. Bill didn’t care about anything, then. She used to hold him back, but after she died, nothing could hold him back.”
She began to weep, and a nurse stepped toward them with a question on her face.
“Are you okay?” Virgil asked.
“Bill did bad things, bad things,” she said. Her eyes cleared a bit and she said, “Men are no damn good.”
“I don’t want to get you upset,” Virgil said, “but I’m trying to figure out who might have started hating Bill Judd back then. And Russell Gleason…”
The nurse asked, “Everything okay?”
Virgil said, “She’s a little upset.”
“She’s late for her nap,” the nurse said.
Carlson looked at Virgil and said, “Russell Gleason was there for the man in the moon. That was the thing. The man in the moon. Bill did a terrible thing, and we all knew. Russell knew, too. So did Jerry. Jerry knew about it.”
“Who’s Jerry?”
She broke into choking sobs, and her whole body trembled. The nurse said, “I think you should stop talking to her. This is not good.”
“I just…”
“You’re really messing her up, is what you’re doing,” the nurse said. To Carlson she said, “It’s okay, Betsy. The man is going away. It’s okay. Let’s get a Milky Way and then get a nap. Let’s get you a Milky Way.”
“Not the Milky Way,” Carlson said to Virgil, ignoring the nurse. “It was the man in the moon: and he’s here. The man in the moon is here. I’ve seen him.”
She began sobbing again, and the nurse glared at Virgil and said, “Take a hike.”
Virgil nodded, tried one last time: “Betsy? Do you know the name of the man in the moon?”
She looked up and asked, “What? Who are you?”
O N THE WAY OUT, Virgil stopped and asked the woman at the front desk if they required anybody to sign in.
“Nope. Not yet. That’s probably next.”
“Do you remember anybody visiting Betsy Carlson?”
“You know, I think I do. But I couldn’t tell you who it was, or even what he looked like. I just remember that she had a visitor, because it was so unusual. This must’ve been…oh, years ago.”
“I’m looking into a murder over in Bluestem,” Virgil said. “A guy named Bill Judd, who was Betsy’s brother-in-law. Do you know if Judd was paying for her care?”
The woman shook her head. “You should ask Dr. Burke that. But as I understand it—just between you and me—Betsy inherited some property from her parents, and when she was admitted here, it was put in trust. I think that’s all she’s got.”
7
W ORTHINGTON WAS thirty miles east of Bluestem, another node on I-90. On the way, Virgil dialed Joan Carson’s cell number. Wherever she was, she was out of range, so he left a message: “This is Virgil. Gonna be back around six, I hope, if you’ve got time for a bite. Like to see you tonight. Uh, thought we got off to a pretty good start…anyway, let me know.” He should have sent flowers, he thought.
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