Motherhood Is Murder Part 11

She frowned. 'Doing what?'

'Consulting, advertising,' I said, matching her frown.

What was she frowning at?

'Oh.' She swung her flip-flops around as she picked up her pace.

'And yours?' I asked.

She puffed up her chest. 'He's an IT manager.'

I suppressed a giggle at her compet.i.tive nature. Obviously, she liked playing 't.i.t for tat.' Nyah-nyah, my husband has a better job than yours. Nyah-nyah, my husband has a better job than yours.

I thought Jim's job was awesome. He was creative and fun and got to come up with all sorts of great campaigns. Maybe to someone like Evelyn, Jim's brainstorms were just doodles.

I changed topics. 'And your son? Where is he today?'

'With the nanny.'

Of course.

Everyone who is anyone has a nanny. When was I going to get a nanny? Although if you're a stay-at-home mom, what do you do with a nanny? Take a break, I suppose. Go get your nails done. I glanced at Evelyn-she had a matching manicure and pedicure in an unbelievably delicious shade of orange. Sort of tangerine.

When was the last time I had my nails done?

'What about you?' I asked. 'Are you working and on maternity leave or are you-'

'I am an attorney,' Evelyn said.

I raised an eyebrow. 'Oh?'

'Well, I was. Contract law. Not criminal. I haven't practiced since Kyle was born.' She eyed me. 'I've worked with a lot of PIs . . .'

I waited for her to continue, semicringing to myself.

If she frowned at Jim's being an ad consultant, then PIs must be the sc.u.m of the earth, but instead of a snide comment, she simply shrugged then sighed.

'Now, I'm a stay-at-home.' She rubbed her belly. 'I'm having an at-home birth with Celia-do you know her? She delivered Margaret's baby.'

I nodded, taking a deep breath. The air was cold and smelled of fish, yet was refres.h.i.+ng at the same time.

Ah, salt.w.a.ter.

'We met at Helene's funeral,' I said. 'In fact, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Can you tell me about the fight you overheard between Sara and Helene?'

Some seagulls in our path squawked.

Evelyn shooed the seagulls with her hand. They circ.u.mvented us by running away from the water, then as we pa.s.sed, they ran back toward the tide.

'They were fighting about the extension that Sara's husband was going to build for her and Bruce. Helene was saying that it wasn't necessary anymore and they didn't want it built.'

'And that upset Sara?'

'It really ticked her off. I think Sara and her husband are having some financial problems. She really wanted that contract.' Evelyn laughed, seeming to enjoy the memory and the one-upmans.h.i.+p.

'I take it you and Sara don't get along?'

Evelyn made a face. 'Well, you know, I got kicked out of Roo & You.'

'I gathered that.'

'I shouldn't have gone on the dinner cruise.' She threw her shoulders back in defiance. 'But I already had tickets and it was Kevin's only night off. He works a lot. From seven in the morning until seven at night. Sat.u.r.days, too. It's a lot. And lately, he's been preparing for this big IT contract in Asia. He leaves tomorrow and will be gone for about three months.' Her shoulders slumped slightly. 'He's going to miss the birth.'

Suddenly it wasn't the best job in the world.

The water lapped at our feet. I jumped to move out of the way, but Evelyn let the tide run over her toes.

'I'm alone all day with Kyle,' she continued. 'Except when the nanny comes over, but she doesn't count.'

Did she have any idea how disparaging she sounded? 'I really wanted this date night. I couldn't bring myself to tell Fred what happened with the club.' 'I really wanted this date night. I couldn't bring myself to tell Fred what happened with the club.'

Boy, if Jim were leaving for three months and going to miss the birth of our child, I couldn't imagine that I'd want our last date night to be with a mothers' group, much less one that I'd gotten kicked out of.

I studied her face. 'So what happened? Why'd they boot you?'

Evelyn stopped walking and laughed. 'You don't know?'

I paused beside her and shook my head.

'I would have thought they'd blabbed it to you right away,' she said.

A small boat on the horizon caught my eye. Sadness zinged through me and the enormity of my task weighed on me. A woman had lost her life and here I was trying to piece together the puzzle in search of justice speaking to someone who was only interested in herself.

'I don't know anything it about it, really.'

'A few weeks ago I was at a playdate with the group. It was at Sara's house. And my son bit her baby.'

Evelyn began walking again. I followed suit.

'It wasn't that big of a deal. But they got all upset. So I left. Then when I got home, I received this very polite e-mail from Margaret. She's got cla.s.s. Even though she and Helene were conjoined. But anyway Margaret asked me to . . . well, let's say she suggested' I voluntarily voluntarily leave the club.' leave the club.'

As Evelyn was recounting the story, she was getting angrier and angrier, causing her pace to accelerate. I was barely keeping up.

'So,' Evelyn continued. 'I responded in a very civil way, asking her to please show me the bylaws of the club where it stated that biting is forbidden and in fact cause for termination of members.h.i.+p. Ha! Bylaws! She doesn't have any bylaws.'

She shook her head furiously, her ponytail starting to loosen and strands of shorter hair escaping the confines of the hair tie. The loose hair whipped around her face as she spoke. 'So then Helene jumps in. Of course, Margaret had cc'd her on the e-mail. Apparently, Sara is overprotective of her baby and was all upset that Kyle bit her.'

Overprotective?

Was she crazy?

Wouldn't everyone freak out if their baby got bitten by a two-year-old monster? I certainly would.

Wait.

Was Kyle a monster?

Does every two-year-old bite?

My heart stopped. Oh G.o.d! What if Laurie was going to be a monster and bite little babies?

Evelyn stopped to repin her hair, sticking her flip-flops into her back pocket. I was glad for the break. Ahead of us, The Cliff House, a San Francisco landmark, sat perched on its rocky bluffs. Seal Rock majestically projected out of the water.

A gust of wind buffeted us and I longed to climb up the hill and sit inside the lounge bar sipping something hot by the fireplace. I glanced at Evelyn's bare feet, now covered in sticky sand.

How could she not be cold?

'I told Helene that I was handling Kyle the way they teach us at our co-op preschool, Little Bears.' Evelyn turned to me. 'Do you know it?'

'I don't think so.'

'Oh!' Evelyn frowned again at me. 'It's the best preschool in the city. Fred has a friend who is on the board of Stanford University and he told me to do whatever I could to get Kyle into Little Bears. You should get your daughter on the wait list now.'

Was she serious? Laurie wasn't even two months old, for crying out loud.

I supposed my stunned expression said it all because she continued, 'I know it can be overwhelming, but really, take my word for it. The city is highly compet.i.tive when it comes to preschools. Well, that and swim cla.s.ses. You are enrolled in swim cla.s.ses, aren't you?'

I shook my head.

Evelyn gasped. 'You're not enrolled at La Pet.i.te Grenouille?'

I felt my eyebrows furrow and tried to disguise the fact that I hadn't even heard about La Pet.i.te Grenouille by turning my face into the wind and smoothing my hair into place.

'You have to sign up for their water acclimation cla.s.s. It's the best. You can start as soon as your daughter is two months old-but the wait list is at least six months. So you really should have signed up while you were still pregnant.'

I fought to keep my facial expression neutral.

Sign up for swim cla.s.ses for a baby who's not even born yet!

Evelyn glanced at me. I smiled. She smiled back. 'Well, it's never too late. You better sign up right away. You never know, someone might have canceled.'

I nodded.

'Honestly, Kyle is practically swimming on his own now. It's amazing.'

I felt despair creeping over me.

Late again!

I tried to steer the conversation back to avoid the loser mom feeling overtaking me. 'So, you were telling me about Helene.'

'Right.' Evelyn started walking again. I almost regretted bringing her on track because her pace seemed twice as fast as before.

My calves felt tight and I wanted to stretch them, but no way was I going to admit that I needed a break-before a pregnant women who seemed ready to deliver at any moment!

I glanced at my watch. We had only been walking fifteen minutes.

How could that be?

I felt like it had been an hour at least. When would she want to turn back?

'So anyway,' Evelyn continued, 'I sent Helene and Margaret a note explaining how I'm teaching Kyle, like I've been taught at his preschool.'

'Which is?'

'What?' Evelyn asked, stopping cold in her tracks.

'Sorry. I guess I don't know what you mean. Is it a special instruction-like Montessori or . . .'

A strong gust of wind whipped Evelyn's hair loose from her ponytail and she stopped to fix it again. I took the opportunity to stretch. h.e.l.l, at least my stretching might keep her in place for a moment.

'No. But Kyle's school doesn't believe in punis.h.i.+ng a child for doing something that he doesn't know is wrong, and neither do I.'

I reached down to touch my toes and stretch my ham-strings. Thankfully this hid my face. Not that I'm a big believer in punis.h.i.+ng small kids, per se, but how in the world is a child supposed to learn right from wrong if you never correct them?

'So then,' Evelyn continued, 'Helene replies that they weren't upset with Kyle because, after all, he's only two, but that they were upset with me and the way I handled it. Can you imagine? What was I supposed to do? Fawn all over Sara's silly baby?'

I straightened out of my stretch. 'What did did you do?' you do?'

She looked perplexed. Her mouth opened then closed. 'I explained to Sara that Kyle didn't understand his actions.'

'Did you apologize?'

'Apologize?' Evelyn looked horrified. 'Kyle didn't break skin or anything.'

He bit a baby!

But I couldn't say it. The words got stuck in my throat.

Evelyn continued, 'Sara seemed to understand. And the baby didn't cry all that long.'

Note to self: Do not leave Laurie in arm's reach of a vampire two-year-old.

Evelyn scooped up her flip-flops and began to walk again. 'The whole situation was blown out of proportion. Really, it wasn't a big deal. But then when I got the e-mails and get this-Helene said, Well, if that's what they're teaching at Little Bears, when I have kids, you can be sure I won't send them there.' '