The crowd gives a collective chuckle.

"...could live in peace, freedom, and love."

Didn't exactly turn out the way they planned, I think.

At that moment I am astonished to see Mary Lou West step into the center. She is dressed in a traditional native outfit, a blinding white laced with turquoise beads and embroidery. With her light brown skin and wavy hair, she is the embodiment of the three cultures and races. I am taken completely by surprise when she walks up to Meme, microphone in hand, and crouches so they're eye-to-eye.

I am rooted to my spot.

"Elizabeth Johnston is an example to us all that we can make a difference. Past mistakes can be used as lessons for the future. Two years ago, before she was stricken with cancer, Elizabeth received a proposal from our town council."

Mary Lou straightens up and looks out at the crowd.

My heart hammers in anticipation.

"As many of you know, Ms. Johnston owns the land on which Vryheid once stood. After the fire in 1954 it was shamefully abandoned. Rumors and destructive gossip ruined any chances for rebuilding. Elizabeth agreed with the committee that the only way to reverse the errors of the past was to bring about something good in the future. She donated the land around Vryheid to the town of Burford, in particular, the cultural archives and museum. The transaction will occur after Elizabeth has left us."

There's a murmur in the crowd, sympathy or surprise. Someone starts to applaud and starts a wave of clapping that continues for several minutes.

Mary Lou waits for quiet. "Until today, I was sworn to secrecy. Today was chosen as the perfect occasion upon which to make our announcement."

She looks directly at me, asking forgiveness for her silence I guess.

No wonder Viho and the gang wanted Meme up front. No wonder Mary Lou West got so involved with Dembi's history and Karoline's machinations.

"We have already agreed to some strict rules that will govern the land use. Vegetable plots will be offered for lease to individuals who don't have room for gardens of their own. We will construct a ceremonial track similar to this one." She waves her hand to indicate the arena. "The church will be restored and used as a place to congregate, whatever faith you follow."

Cheers and applause accompany each of her announcements. I don't join in. I have no idea how I feel because I am numb with shock. From the detail, the agreement sounds altruistic, as though Meme understood all the nuances. I have only known my mother as a very sick woman so I really have no idea if she had been capable of following such concepts.

Did Karoline know about this plan?

Slowly I realize that the gang of men is lifting Meme in the air for everyone to see and praise. My mother looks very uncomfortable though she keeps her crooked smile in place. Her oxygen tank dangles at one point, pulling her head sideways. Though Viho readjusts everything, my heart races and I move close to her.

I notice that everyone is staring at me. Do they know that I am the witch who burned Vryheid to the ground?

I have to get out of here. I am afraid, confused. Ashamed. Fortunately, before I behave like a cornered animal, the group safely lowers my mother and carries her once more to anonymity at the back.

I can't see Melody or her husband or Viho. I feel abandoned. Meme continues to wave. People come up and clasp her hand in awkward shakes. They all look at me, smile and nod, but don't approach me. Might it be the look of terror and unwelcome on my face? Or the fact that I am the destroyer of the village of peace?

Viho is suddenly at my side. I try not to collapse with gratitude.

"I want to leave," I say instead, imperious Ice Queen slightly back in place. "I can't find Dee and Tommy, but that's okay. My sister and I can handle everything today."

"Of course. Turns out one of our drivers had a breakdown. I'm actually happy you have to go cuz now I can help him out. He's got stranded clients and our emergency mechanic won't get out there for a while."

He doesn't sound happy about leaving immediately but I figure that's due to the fact that he won't be able to hang around with Miriam.

"You should call my sister, Viho. She likes you, too. And she's quite single right now. Snap her up before someone else does."

He doesn't bother to deny it. As he pushes Meme along the wooden pathway, he turns to grin at me.

"Thanks, I will."

I can feel Meme's exhaustion. I can see it in the droop of her hands and head. We have completely tired her out. I can't wait to get her tucked into her own bed. I'm anxious to see if Dembi has calmed down. We'll have time to deal with the paintings, not to mention the donation of Vryheid. I don't notice the scenery this time. The roads feel rough and long.

At last we pull up to the farmhouse. Now baking in a sun directly overhead, the farmhouse is protected only by the lush leaves and fat branches. Once we are on the porch and have Meme through the door, Viho has to leave.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"Of course. Miriam and Dembi are here. Go help those stranded people. And don't forget to phone."

He flashes that grin again and charges back to his vehicle.

Meme's steady breathing tells me she's asleep. I try to be quieter than usual as I maneuver her up the hallway. I don't call out for my siblings so I won't disturb our mother but I do wonder why they haven't heard us. I also remember the malfunctioning phone. I'll have to go out again if it's still not working. I need to know when Ethan will be here.

As a result of the pleasure that tingles through me when I think about Ethan, I am smiling to myself as I near the parlor on my left. Preoccupied with my own thoughts my brain does not register the scenario at first.

Miriam sits on the sofa closest to my vision. Her face is pale and pinched. Her hands, clasped in her lap, visibly tremble. Dembi rocks beside her. His head appears intermittently as he bends forth, then back. The low keening would surely be louder if it weren't blocked by the large piece of duct tape over his mouth.

I don't react until I see the third person in the room. He overwhelms the crowded space. A big, flabby figure with jet-black skin, he's a classical menace as he waves the huge gun in my siblings' direction. I let out a screech as Glenn Simpson turns his attention on me.

Dear Diary, Do you think certain traits run in families? Do we inherit madness or talent or goodness? Or is that our upbringing? I know some psychologists have talked about this forever. The old nature-nurture debate. I wonder if it's true that the reason no one can figure this out is because it's a 50/50 thing.

Chapter 26.

Meme jerks awake. "Diable. Diable."

Her voice is louder than I've ever heard it. Even Glenn hears her.

"I heard that diss, Meme dear."

He notices my face as I step toward him. I put Meme behind me. She begins to rock, too. I'm terrified that she'll collapse from the stress.

"Hey, nigga, never thought you'd see me again, did you? I'm living proof that your sorry ass is nigga, too. I introduce my real self to you and the rest of the happy clan. I am Glenn Simpson, born Johnston, given away at birth to a New York cousin." He waves the gun.

"Annie, I got my finga on da triggah so sit your fine tight ass down heah and listen reeeeeal goooooht."

"You don't have to use that stupid talk with me, Glenn. I know you're not stupid."

He puts his big ugly head back and laughs in a high-pitched, delighted guffaw.

This ugly asshat cartoon is our fucking bro?

"I'll sit down after I put Meme to bed. She's harmless. She's dying. What does it hurt to let her rest?"

The stupid grin doesn't leave his face but he drops the black slang.

"Oh, the lady has balls. Sweet Karoline was wrong. She figured you for a spineless self-absorbed idiot."

He steps close, his rancid breath in my face. He bends down slightly to touch Meme's hand. She flinches.

"Poor dear mother. Slut of the century. Nobody would wanna fuck that nowadays, would they? The old lady can see, though. She noticed my little nightly sojourns. Called me Diable right from the start. What a way to treat a son! No wonder I'm fucked up."

Open doors. Footsteps in the night. My mother's whispers about the devil. All warnings that I didn't figure out because I am still that self-absorbed idiot. But spineless I am not. I focus on the memory of Glenn's flabby ass as he fucked my friend. Ridiculous and repugnant in his nudity, he becomes a cartoon in my mind. Not a person to fear.

"Little sis, you must know I can't let you take Meme to lie down. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do but I'm sure you're aware I'm not a gentleman. However..." he draws the word out as he gestures for me to sit, "have a chair while we wait for my friends to arrive. Then maybe we'll talk about our dear mother's comfort."

Friends? What friends?

Without a word I obey. I wheel Meme by my side as I perch on the edge of a chair.

"I'm sure you know I can't let you go into a room by yourself. I'm your own bro but you still might bring back a weapon. Smack me over the head. Stab me. We are not a very nice family, are we?"

I look over at Miriam. Tears spill down her cheeks but her eyes are steely. She won't roll over easily either.

Dembi is terrified. He whimpers and rocks. I notice that he sits on his hands. Glenn probably forbade him to flap.

Now I can see that a fat chain winds through their legs and over their ankles. Bound like slaves a hundred years ago.

The gun is enormous. Although I am from L.A., where a gun can be had at the local department store, I am not familiar with them. I've never owned one. In Bell Canyon we had hunting rifles inherited from Granddad, but we never used them that I know of. Maybe it was the Canadian in us. I wonder how the hell Glenn got that thing over the border. Don't they check for weapons anymore?

I avert my thoughts away from its fearful threat. I can't allow it to silence me.

"You have friends? Somehow I doubt that."

"Oh you'd be surprised, little sis. In fact I am sure you'll be downright shocked when they walk through that door. Didn't Sweet Karoline teach you not to trust anyone?"

"How did you find Karoline?"

"She found me, my dear. Such a little ferret. She even looked like one, don't you think? Did all this research into slut mama's offspring. It was her idea not to tell you who I was. I didn't even know who I was until she told me."

He seems to think this is an enormous joke. Maybe it is. The joke's on me, as they say.

He gestures to something on the side table that I haven't noticed. When I recognize the paint box, my heart pounds. Not with fear-with rage. Ice Queen comes in handy now and then. She's got anger inside that has never fully been released. Not yet, I tell her, not yet. Though we have to do something before reinforcements arrive.

Glenn picks up a small blue leather diary from inside the box and waves it in my face.

"It's all here, Sisters. Karoline was a great little record keeper, I must say. She just loved dissing her friends behind their backs. You should read it some time."

He throws the book onto the floor and rests the cold barrel of the gun on my cheek. I can't stop the shivers from racing through me. My body wants to flee.

"Why'd you kill her, beee-atch? We had a good thing, Sweet Karoline and me."

"I didn't kill her, asshat. You did. You drove her to jump over the balcony."

He looks a little disconcerted. I must have hit a nerve.

"She wouldn't do that. She loved me. We had the whole scheme in place. The treasure. We'd'a bin rich. Being rich all alone is not as much fun. Karoline woulda bin my white slave."

He looks over at Miriam, who has stopped crying. She has her hand on Dembi's arm, comforting him. His rocking is less frantic.

Glenn leers at Miriam.

"Maybe a little sister love would work instead."

"Why did you have to involve Dembi in your stupid scheme?"

"You oughta know the answer to that one, bitch. You came here and looked for the treasure, too. All I had to do was tell Dembi I'd drown him and Meme in the river and he was more than willing to help out."

"I take back what I said before. You are stupid."

The cloud of anger on his face makes me wonder if I've gone too far, but I keep going. I bet on his cowardice. There is no way he'll shoot me. He's a fat lazy pig who couldn't be bothered with the mess. He might even be afraid of blood.

"There's no treasure. It's a myth. Dembi did it for fun."

I can see Dembi shift on the sofa. Now I'm somewhat happy that the duct tape prevents him from speaking. He looks as though he wants to contradict me.

"Not the gold, you jerk. The CoJons. They're worth a fortune. They're the treasure. Karoline made a mistake taking them a few at a time. She didn't want to flood the market and make the art world suspicious. I told her we shoulda taken them all and put them in storage."

"Why didn't you do that then?"

"When you killed her I went back to L.A. I had to see her one more time. Of course you had to take her off to that hick town she hated, so I never saw her. We had saved up some cash so I stayed in the city. For a while I just lost interest in everything."

Maybe in his own twisted way he had loved Karoline.

"Then you decided to take a little trip here. I was running out of money by then, so I figured I'd come up and have some fun as well as cash in on the rest of the loot. That's why I called our friends to help. I planned to get rid of the old lady and then we'd clear out the place. You had to mess things up when you turned the old crow's oxygen back on."

He waves his hand over the room.

"This place is thick with antiques. Don't tell me you haven't noticed. There's so much crap in here that Karoline and I took stuff and no one even noticed. Last week I made myself a nice bedroom in the back and nobody knew that either."

His flabby face is almost purple. I imagine the stress of trying to manage all this subterfuge without his master planner.

"I had so much fun these last few days. Hiding on you, behind you. All I needed to do was wear black, tiptoe on stockings and not smile. Nobody could see me."

He followed this statement with raucous laughter. The vibrations of his insanity zing through me. Glenn Simpson had been more of a catalyst in the destruction of Karoline than I'd even dreamt.

I consider the open doors, the sounds and shadows, my fears at night. My mother's constant warning about Diable. He was here all along. I shiver.

"But Meme saw you, didn't she? And Dembi knew you were here. He hid the rest of the CoJons on you. Meme forced herself to speak so she could warn us. Dembi kept changing hiding spots and leading you on a wild goose chase."

"I must've been a little lax with Meme's special medication. You can't give too much or it's game over too soon. I scared Dembi these last couple of days, though. Even at the powwow all I had to do was peek out from behind the benches. What a moron. Slaps himself in the head better than I ever could." Again, he laughs as though his remarks are incredibly hilarious.