(Rough map of the Von Haeville family plot.)
Ina Von Haeville: “Cat got your tongue girl? What do you think you’re doing?”
Letting my hand fall to my side, I opened my eyes and noticed that Ina’s nails were painted the same rosy shade as her suit.
Ina Von Haeville (leaning over the headstone towards me her brow set in a scowl): “Well? Answer Me!”
Moving my gaze up from her painted nails to her narrowing eyes, my brain understood she was suffering, however, countering her curdled tone with honey in mine proved difficult.
Me (my breath fuming the frigid air): “Good afternoon! My name’s Phoebe Arden. I’m completing a survey for the Rye Historical Society. As I’m sure you’re aware, they hold a geological interest in the county’s most venerated families. I’m here gathering information for their records.”
Levering myself upright, my eyes never wavering from hers, I flipped open my notebook and showed her my work.
Ina Von Haeville (studying my rough sketch): “This is what’s left of my family.”
Me: “What about the three sisters?”
Ina Von Haeville: “Their Von Haeville’s in name only! David adopted those girls the day he married their mother. She never bothered learning our family traditions, so neither did they!”
For not being genetically related, they sure seem to share a similar sour center.
Ina Von Haeville (the ambient temperature around her plunging): “You’re not related to Elizabeth, Mary or Catherine – are you?”
Those are the weird sister’s names? I’d imagined at least would be a derivative of Hecate.
Me (swallowing my tart retorts with a smile while trying not to shiver): “Not as far as I know. My mother was a Becker before she married my father. He’s originally from Bangor, Maine. So I doubt there’s any cross over there.”
Ina Von Haeville (eyes glazing over): “Thought not. Those three have no sense of family loyalty! They sold the house, my great grandfather built. Oh Maud….”
Turning away, Ina started back towards her mottled green bench.
Me (putting some punch in my voice): “I saw the Von Haeville sisters in the house this morning. They brought in an expert and tools…”
Well, that was the exact wrong/right thing to say (and mostly true).
Ina Von Haeville (jerking to a stop): “Tools? They’re going to find it! What are we going to do? What are we going to do!?….”
Fuming and fretting Ina paced in tighter and tighter circles around the central stone slab while repeating the question over and over again. While she boiled and bubbled, I slipped my notes back into my pack and slung it over my shoulder. When my breath started forming a fume, I knew her attention was squarely back on me…
Ina Von Haeville (with a curled lip): “You look like you enjoy eating.”
Seriously? Swiping at my weight? I’m no bean pole, but my hips aren’t that wide…
Me (grinding my teeth): “Yes, I’ve been known to enjoy a meal.”
Ina Von Haeville (smirking at my admission): “I thought so.”
A tepid breeze blew past me momentarily when indecision crept across her face.
Ina Von Haeville (softly): “There’s no other way, Maud…If you promise never to let those girls lay a hand on it, I will give it to you.”
Ina Von Haeville (voice wavering): “The only Von Haeville tradition they’ve left intact. “
Blind promises are always risky…Plus, how horrible can it be? Wait, don’t answer that.
Me: “I promise.”
Please don’t let it be what Beatrice was hired to find…..
Ina Von Haeville (turning on her heel): “Follow me.”