Siren Song

27

I sat on the front porch of my grandmother’s . . . no, wait, my house, watching the sun set. As always, Gran was in the old metal rocker. I’d brought out one of her kitchen chairs. We were drinking margaritas strong enough to knock a mule on its ass. I’d never known my gran to drink. But she hadn’t needed directions to make the drinks. We’d agreed to get together and celebrate the sale of the house going through

She’d been oddly quiet for nearly an hour now. Well, maybe not so oddly. She loves this house. She and Gramps had moved here right after they got married. But it wasn’t as if she were moving out. I wouldn’t do that to her and I’d told her so.

“I spoke to your mother this morning.” Gran took a long pull of her drink. She sounded odd. Sad. Of course she’d been like that a lot lately, as the realization sank in that Mom’s case was pretty much hopeless.

“She told me she’s taking the plea bargain. She doesn’t want me spending any more of my money on her defense.”

I stared at her. I know my jaw was hanging open. I shut it and stammered a little, trying to wrap my head around the implications of what she’d just said. “B-but . . . if you knew that, why did you sell? We could’ve canceled it.”

She shook her head and then patted my hand like she had when I’d first asked her about dating—that little pat that said, There’s so much you don’t understand, sweetie. “You need a place to live, Celie. A solid place of your own where you can settle in and feel safe. This house isn’t anything fancy, but you can hear the ocean in the mornings and its always been a safe place for you. Right now you need that.”

Really, I couldn’t do this to her. I couldn’t. “But Gran—”

She talked over the top of me. “This old place was getting to be too much for me anyway. I can’t hardly keep up with the yard work and you just can’t find kids willing to mow or pick weeds like you used to. Used to be kids wanted to earn money. Now they just spend their parents’.” She shook her head and took another drink.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think. She was leaving? Was she sick? “I was talking to some of the other church ladies and there’s a real nice senior apartment complex over on Sherman Road. It’s got a shuttle to church every Sunday and once a week to the grocery stores and the mall. It’s right on the bus line, too, so I still can get out and about if I want to. And no, I’m not sick.”

Was she telepathic? Or did she just know me that well? “You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

She nodded. “A bit. Since before Lana got in trouble this last time. But I didn’t want to give up the house and I . . . well, I know it’ll sound silly to you, but . . . I wanted her to have a home to come back to if she needed it.”

It didn’t sound silly. It sounded sad. Heartbreaking. My throat got tight just hearing her say it. I couldn’t talk and I blinked back tears. She saw that and gave me a sad smile.

“You haven’t talked much about Bruno these past couple days. Still haven’t ironed things out?”

It was my turn to stare out at the flowers for a long moment. A thousand thoughts and emotions ran through me. “I’m not sure we can.”

“She lied to him, Celie. She was a siren; she befuddled his mind and she lied. That’s not his fault. He was trying to do the right thing, the honorable thing.”

“Yeah, Gran, I know. But that’s not really the problem.” I’d figured out what was really bugging me. “It’s that he didn’t include me in the decision. We’d been thinking of a future together, planning to give it another try. When she told him, he could have called me. It’s not like I hadn’t known there might be someone else in his life. We could have tried to come up with options, tried to work something out. Maybe adopting the baby, my being a stepmom. Or me moving east so he could be part of raising the kid. Oh, I know Eirene wouldn’t have gone along with it, even if there had really been a baby. But I would’ve been part of the process. Instead, he made the decision by himself and walked away. He thinks that’s okay. Maybe it is for some people. But not for me.”

She sighed. “I understand. But I hate to see you hurting, punkin. I really do. Have you at least talked to Kevin and the Professor?”

It was my turn to sigh. Kevin had survived and wasn’t in a cage. The men who’d rescued us were from his employer and they’d taken him to one of their private medical facilities. Emma had told me. She’d thought I’d want to know.

“No, Gran. I haven’t talked to them. And I’m not going to. I’ll visit Emma. None of this was her fault. But not Kevin and not Warren. That’s over.”

Gran didn’t ask about Creede, and frankly, I wouldn’t have known what to say if she had. He’d gone back to the business and thrown himself into work. Miller was gone, but Creede wanted to keep the Miller & Creede name intact. He’d probably find another partner, but he said he had to try to give his friend’s torture and death some meaning. It was noble of him, I suppose. But I hadn’t heard from him since that night. Maybe I never would again. And maybe that was best.

The phone rang just then. I glanced at the caller ID display. It was Alex. Was I ready to talk to her yet or was even that too much right now? I let it ring again while I decided.

I put the ringing phone on the railing and took another sip of lime and tequila. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I was out of energy.

Another long sigh from Gran punctuated the final ring before the call went to voice mail. “Baby, you need to accept that people aren’t perfect. They make mistakes. And when they do, you have to forgive them. And you need to forgive yourself, too. Maybe that most of all.”

“I’m not sure I can. I did . . . things.” I hadn’t told her about most of what had happened in the desert. I hadn’t wanted to burden her, for one thing. But I was still ashamed. What Eirene and I did to those men was horrible. I hadn’t even tried to check on them. I was afraid of what I’d find out. I’m not normally that chicken, but there are some things a person is better off not knowing. Besides, my only contact to that crew was Kevin. I did find it rather ominous that I hadn’t heard so much as a peep on the news. Or from the police. Another good reason not to answer phones.

I may not have told her what had happened, but my gran is no fool. She gave me a penetrating look, speaking slowly, choosing her words very carefully. “You did things. Maybe terrible things. But you are not a bad person. I know that to my very soul. You did what you had to do to survive. You defended yourself and you saved Emma Landingham. God knows there’s evil in this world. I’ve seen it. You’ve seen it.”

No shit, I’d seen evil. Unfortunately, I probably would again. Creede and Bruno couldn’t find the summoning disk. Had someone taken it during the confusion, or had it buried itself so as not to be found until at the right time?

A shudder overtook me as Gran continued, “But you’re not evil, Celie. Give it time. It’ll get better if you let it. But you’ve got to forgive yourself, learn what you can from it, and let it go.” She let out a deep sigh and it was enough to break my heart. “Because life doesn’t stop, baby. Not for you, not for anybody. And that’s a fact.”