chair framed a space in front of a brick fireplace. A china cabinet fronted a wall to the kitchen. A drop-leaf dining table and two padded straight chairs stood alongside another.
Anne didnât sit. Instead, she looked over the framed photos on the mantel over the fireplace. Staggered among the old black-and-whites and a sepia were two faded colour pictures of Bernadette and her husband. They looked happy. She was young and pretty. Her husband was sturdy and sandy-haired. His arm draped over her shoulder. One hand held a beer, and he mugged for the camera. A photo next to it showed Simone with her arm around a girlfriend. Another shot captured her alone on the pier at Rustico.
âThatâs Simone,â said Bernadette, pushing through the door with a tray of tea and sugar cookies. âShe had just turned fourteen.â
âShe looks older,â said Anne.
âItâs the curse that every young girl wishes forâ¦and every mother dreads. When she was fourteen, she looked seventeen. When she was fifteen, she passed for twenty-one. The cookies are homemade. You must try one. You said on the phone that you wanted to talk about Simone?â
âI donât mean to dredge up troubling memories, but Iâm investigating a case. A few of the details overlap Simoneâs death, and I thought you might be able to help me understand them.â
âIâll help if I can. What would you like to know?â
âWell, first, can you tell me a little about Simone? What was she like?â
âI suppose the polite gossips in the community would call her âa wild childââ¦and they wouldnât be far from the truth, I sâpose. But she comes to it honest enough. She took after my husband in some ways. Luc, my husband, god luv âim, was a rebellious and independent young man. He was a carpenter from North Rustico; I was a farm girl from Kellyâs Cross. He drank a bit. He got into trouble from time to time, but he wasnât a mean man, and he was exciting. Maybe thatâs what drew me to him. He worked hard, joked a lot, and most people liked him in spite of his faults.â
âWas Simone well-liked, too?â
âWhen she was young, sure, but as she got older, she changed. We never had much, you see. That never bothered Luc and me, but Simone was different. I think we embarrassed her. Eventually she moved out. She wanted more than we could give her.â
âMore?â
âMore money, more things.â
âDid her boyfriend, Jamie, fill that need?â
âJamie was handsome, and funny, and being a policeman he had a touch of glamour to him. But I couldnât see Simone waiting for a young cop to get her what she wanted. Now have a cookie, dearâ¦and your teaâs getting cold.â
She poured Anne a second cup of tea, and Bernadette chatted blithely about her old life in Rustico with Luc. She recalled fond memories of community lobster boils, dancing at the Legion hall, buying fresh cod and herring at the wharf, and being cheered by the houses all lit with Christmas lights. Then she turned to sadder memoriesâLucâs fall through rotten planks in a roof he was reshingling, catching his neck on a ragged edge, and bleeding to death.
âTwo tragedies within a few years must have been devastating. Did family and friends help you through it?â
âThe community was good to me. Luc had no insurance, of course. But I was offered a job as bookkeeper in a local store. I was always clever with numbers. I got by. After Simone died, I moved to Stratford, a better job.â
âI donât see a picture of Jamie and Simone together,â Anne said, pointing to the mantelpiece.
Bernadette thought deeply for a moment, then looked baffled, and said, âI donât recall her having one.â
âHave you kept in touch with Jamie since?â
âHe took a place in the receiving line at Simoneâs wake and visited
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