Sisters (17 page)

‘It was nice of you to share this news,’ said Marisol.

Alex understood. Marisol was busy and wanted her to get to the point. ‘I was just wondering,’ she said, ‘if you knew how long it would be before the DA makes his decision. You know, whether to refile the charges or not.’

Marisol shook her head. ‘I don’t know. But it should be soon. They usually don’t dawdle with these decisions.’

‘And what happens if they decide not to refile?’

‘Then Dory is free to live her life without restrictions, and you get your bond money back.’

Alex nodded. ‘You’ll let us know.’

‘Right away,’ Marisol promised.

Alex left, walked back to the station and rode the train to Chichester. It was already growing dark as she got into her car and drove the short distance to her house. As she got out, she looked down the street to the house where Seth’s father lived. She thought she saw several cars parked in front, and the house was cheerfully alight. But there was no coach light on outside her own house. It was as if nobody was expected. And the interior seemed to be lit dimly, if at all. Home sweet home, she thought.

She sighed and walked up to the door. As she pulled open the storm door, wild, angry eyes leapt at her from the shadows of the hallway. Shattering, ear-piercing barks assailed her.

Alex jumped back and cried out as the dog, his canine teeth dripping with saliva, his muscles straining, pressed forward, forcing her to stumble back toward the door.

‘Remus, stop,’ Dory said, materializing in the gloom of the hallway and trying ineffectually to grab the dog’s collar. ‘Stop it. She lives here.’

‘Dory, what the hell . . .’ Alex cried out.

At this, the dog redoubled his efforts, his nails scratching the floor as Dory finally got a grip on him and held him back. His barking spiraled up the stairwell and reverberated through the house.

‘Remus, that’s enough,’ Dory insisted. ‘You be a good boy.’

‘Get that dog out of my face,’ said Alex.

‘OK, OK. Don’t get all bent out of shape.’ Dory pulled some kind of treat from her pocket and waved it in front of the dog.

‘You’re rewarding him?’ Alex cried. ‘For attacking me?’

Dory’s eyes flashed. ‘I know how to handle dogs,’ she said. ‘Just back off, Alex.’

‘You want me to back off?’

‘Yes, just shut up for a minute. I’ve got this.’

The dog, seeming to sense their dissension, began to growl.

Dory bent over and looked the dog in the eye, waving the treat. ‘Here you go. Take it easy,’ she said.

The dog became interested in the treat and simmered down, only letting out the occasional bark. Dory gave him the treat, brushed her hands together and straightened up. ‘See,’ she said. ‘Problem solved.’

‘Whose dog is that? Where did it come from?’

‘He’s our dog,’ said Dory brightly, running a hand over the dog’s shiny coat. ‘Isn’t he pretty? My old customer, Regina, brought him over while you were out.’

‘How could you just get a dog without consulting me? I said I wanted to think about it.’

‘What is there to think about?’ Dory asked. ‘You said you liked dogs.’

‘What breed is this dog?’

‘Some kind of Lab mix,’ said Dory vaguely.

‘That dog is no more a Lab than I am,’ Alex protested. ‘That’s a Pit Bull.’

‘The correct name is American Staffordshire Terrier,’ said Dory. ‘And so what if he is part Pit Bull? They can be wonderful dogs. It’s all in how they’re handled.’

‘Everybody knows they’re dangerous,’ said Alex.

‘That’ll work for us. People are afraid of these dogs. If those journalists come nosing around again, you need a dog that can guard his territory. Remus will protect us.’

‘And who will protect me from Remus?’ Alex demanded.

‘You’ll get used to him,’ said Dory unsympathetically.

‘No,’ said Alex. ‘I don’t want to get used to him. He’s going back. We’re taking him back right now.’

Dory looked at her coldly. ‘Excuse me?’

‘You heard me,’ said Alex. ‘Have you got a crate for him? We’ll put him in the car and take him back to Regina.’

‘We can’t,’ said Dory.

‘Why not?’

‘She . . . had to go away. She won’t be back for several days.’

‘How convenient,’ said Alex.

‘You think I’m lying?’ Dory challenged her.

She and Alex stared at one another. Remus began to growl low in his throat.

‘You better shut that dog up,’ said Alex, brushing past Dory and starting for the stairs. ‘He’s going back the minute Regina gets home. End of discussion.’

Alex thought she heard ‘bitch’ breathed into the air, but she didn’t stop on her way up the stairs.

Lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, Alex couldn’t help feeling sorry for herself. This was a big day. She’d got the job she wanted and she should be celebrating. Instead she was alone in her room and downstairs her sister, an accused murderer, patrolled the house with a Pit Bull. She knew the Pit Bull’s bad reputation wasn’t the dogs’ fault. Any dog lover knew that. It was the people who owned and abused them. That didn’t mean the dog wasn’t dangerous. What did they know about this particular dog anyway? And how could Dory simply take it upon herself to get this dog, without any thought to what Alex might want?

Alex sighed. Face it, she thought. The fact was that she felt imposed on, and cornered by Dory and her mercurial moods. You haven’t really given her much of a chance, she argued with herself. Stop being so negative. Dory had been through so much. She’d been longing to have a dog all her life, and now she had the opportunity. Was it too much to ask? You’d been thinking of getting a dog anyway, she reminded herself.

Alex turned over on her stomach. She undoubtedly was in a bad mood because Seth was leaving. She probably wouldn’t see him again – maybe not till next Christmas. For all intents and purposes, it was a relationship that was never going to happen. Perhaps she wouldn’t have reacted so badly to the dog if she hadn’t had that news about Seth today. Maybe in the morning, she thought, yawning, Dory and I can talk it over. Arrive at some kind of compromise. Maybe you’re just a spoiled only child who is too used to having her own way to tolerate anybody else’s choices.

As she chided herself and tried to count her blessings, she drifted off and fell into a deep sleep. She began to dream, at some point, that she was walking down a dark street and suddenly someone came up behind her. In her dream, she was trying to pretend that she didn’t know they were there. But the sound of their breathing was getting louder and closer. Suddenly she felt something cold touch her face. Alex was instantly awake.

Inches from her face, Remus hovered beside her, panting. In the darkness of her room, his eyes were like ebony marbles. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Standing above him, holding his leash, stood Dory. She was dressed in dark clothes, her hair sticking out wildly from her head. She was staring down at Alex, studying her, her gray eyes blank and cold.

Alex’s heart hammered and she let out a whimper of terror. ‘Jesus Christ!’

Remus started to growl.

Dory jerked his leash. ‘Heel,’ she said.

‘What are you doing in here?’ Alex whispered.

‘We heard something,’ said Dory. ‘A sound coming from your room. We came to check on you.’

In the darkness, Dory’s eyes seemed to glitter. Alex could not help it. She wondered if those eyes were the last ones that Lauren ever saw. She began to shake.

‘What’s your problem?’ said Dory.

‘Nothing,’ said Alex.

‘You look scared.’

‘Please get that dog out of here,’ Alex whispered.

Dory studied her, and for a moment Alex had the distinct feeling that she was about to refuse. Then what will you do? Alex asked herself.

‘Remus, come,’ said Dory. She turned, tugging on his leash.

‘I’m sorry,’ Alex said. ‘Thanks for . . . being concerned about me.’

But Dory and the dog were gone.

NINETEEN

T
he next morning, as she was heading out of the door, Alex called up the stairs to Dory, who had not yet come down to breakfast, and said that she was leaving for her new job. There was no response.

‘Dory,’ Alex yelled up the stairs. ‘Can you answer me?’

Dory did not come to the top of the stairs. ‘I heard you!’ she shouted.

Alex was almost relieved not to have to see her. She left the house and decided to walk down to the station since she was getting an early start on the day. She hadn’t been able to get back to sleep once Dory and Remus had appeared by her bedside. She finally decided to just get up and iron her clothes. For her first day of work Alex had picked a stylish black suit with a short, closely-fitted jacket and a box-pleated short skirt. She ironed the suit carefully, polished her boots and made herself a good breakfast. At least she would look ready for her first day on the job. It was no substitute for a night’s sleep, but it was better than tossing and turning, sleepless, in the bed. She walked in the morning cold to the train station, wrapping her wool coat tightly around her and avoiding the piles of snow with her high-heeled boots. She did not have long to wait for the next commuter train to Boston. She hopped on and found a seat, where she stared out the window at the winter landscape, all the while trying to get herself mentally ready to sound intelligent and knowledgeable about art.

The day in the gallery flew by as Louis included her on speakerphone in conversations with two sculptors and a painter, and heaped her with museum and gallery references to track down and assess for him on the Web. Every time Alex looked up from her work and saw herself surrounded by exquisite paintings and sculptures bathed in the spotlights of the spacious gallery, she felt happy and lucky to have found work here. Judging by her first day, she was in exactly the right place. It was almost six o’clock and she was finishing up a printout on the sale prices of a certain painter’s work when the door to the gallery opened and a stout woman dressed in cheap polyester and wearing a limp ponytail walked in.

Alex looked up and then beamed. ‘Marisol!’ She got up to greet the law student.

‘Hey,’ said Marisol in a hushed voice.

‘I’m so glad you came over. You don’t have to whisper, you know.’

Marisol made an engagingly self-conscious grimace. ‘I feel like I’m in the temple of art here.’

Alex shook her head. ‘Just the marketplace,’ she said, pretending a nonchalance she did not yet feel about the paintings and objects on display. ‘So, what brings you over here?’

Marisol frowned slightly. ‘I wanted to hear what you thought about the news,’ she said.

‘News?’ Alex asked.

‘Well, I spoke to Dory earlier. I thought she would have called you.’

‘What happened?’

‘We heard from the DA’s office. They have decided not to refile the charges.’

‘Really. For real?’ Alex cried.

Marisol smiled and nodded. ‘It’s over.’

‘Wow,’ said Alex, sagging against the wall. ‘What a relief.’

‘She sounded pretty happy,’ Marisol admitted. ‘I thought she would have given you a call.’

It doesn’t matter, Alex thought. This means I don’t have to have her under my roof any longer. But she didn’t say it. ‘I’ll call her,’ she said instead. ‘Oh, thank you, Marisol. You are going to be an amazing attorney. If I ever get in trouble, I’ll know who to turn to.’

‘Try to stay out of trouble until I pass the Bar then,’ said Marisol.

‘How can I ever thank you?’

Marisol smiled bashfully. ‘I’m just glad it all worked out.’

Alex reached in her pocket for her phone.

‘I’ll be going,’ said Marisol. ‘Good luck.’

Alex gave her a hug as she headed for the door. Then she punched in Dory’s number.

The phone rang a few times before Alex heard Dory’s voice. ‘Hello.’

Actually, Alex only heard Dory’s voice dimly, given the noise in the background. ‘Dory, it’s Alex. Marisol was just here at the gallery.’

‘Oh,’ Dory shouted. ‘Did she tell you?’

‘Yes,’ said Alex. ‘The charges aren’t going to be refiled. You’re free.’

‘Yes, I am,’ said Dory.

‘Are you excited?’

Dory said something unintelligible.

‘What’s all that noise?’ Alex asked. ‘I can barely hear you.’

‘We’re celebrating. I’m at my mother’s.’

‘Your mother is hosting a celebration?’ Alex asked, incredulous.

‘When I called them with the news, my dad insisted,’ Dory admitted.

‘Well, that’s very nice,’ said Alex. She wondered if Elaine had been consulted about this spontaneous celebration. Alex couldn’t imagine it. But she hoped, for Dory’s sake, that Elaine’s position might have softened as a result of this news. Alex knew how badly Dory wanted to have her mother’s approval or forgiveness or whatever it was that was missing between them.

‘What?’ Dory asked someone in the background who was speaking to her. ‘Oh, yeah,’ she said into the phone. ‘You can come over if you want, Alex.’

Not much of an invitation, Alex thought. But she thought she would go anyway. It was certainly an important event. For one thing, it marked the end of her official responsibility for her half-sister. She thought of last night, of waking up to find Dory and that dog beside her bed. She shuddered involuntarily. Not a minute too soon, she thought.

‘I’d be happy to,’ she said.

Alex walked over to the Colsons’ apartment in the South End, feeling grateful for how quickly the snow had melted and been packed down by the city traffic. The sidewalks were clear, and her high-heeled boots were not the same handicap they had proved to be this morning when she walked to the station.

She mounted the stairs to the vestibule and pressed the buzzer. There was a short wait and then the door opened. Garth Colson was standing there, holding a bottle of champagne and looking distinctly unburdened and about ten years younger than he had the last time Alex had seen him.

‘Alex, come in,’ he said. ‘We’re just having an impromptu celebration. I guess you heard. Dory will not have to stand trial after all. The charges have been dropped.’

‘I did hear,’ said Alex. ‘It’s great news.’

‘Come in. Hang up your coat,’ said Garth, pointing to the hooks beside the door. Then he smiled bemusedly. ‘You know where the coats go.’