Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [100]
“ ‘No, there were no other suspicious trunks in the attic,’ I interjected. ‘But there are clothes, heaps of old clothes, clothes museums would pay for, I think. But only Rebecca’s trunk.’
“ ‘Slow down and let me talk,’ Aunt Queen said with a little graceful exasperation. ‘Quinn, you’re overexcited and it’s a marvelous thing to see,’ she said, smiling, ‘but let me talk.’
“And talk she did.
“ ‘Now, while all of that was going on,’ she said, ‘Manfred was up to his famous tricks of riding his black gelding over the land, and disappearing into the swamp for weeks at a time.
“ ‘Then came Rebecca. Now Rebecca was not only more beautiful than the other women, she was also very refined and passed herself off for a lady with a gracious manner, which won everyone over to her side.
“ ‘But one night when Manfred was off in the swamps she got to cursing Manfred for his absence, and in the kitchen she got drunk on brandy with Ora Lee—that was Jasmine’s great-great-grandmother—and she told Ora Lee her story, of how she, Rebecca, had been born in the Irish Channel in New Orleans and was as “common as dirt,” as she put it, in a world “as narrow as the gutter,” she declared, one of thirteen children, and how she had gotten raped in a Garden District mansion where she’d been working as a maid, and the whole Irish neighborhood knew about it, and when her family wanted her to go into the convent on account of it she went downtown to Storyville, instead, and they took her into a house of prostitution as she had hoped. Now, Rebecca was pregnant from the rape, but whether she lost the child or got rid of it, this part was unclear.
“ ‘To Ora Lee, she said flat out that being in an elegant and fine house in Storyville, with the piano always playing and the gentlemen being so gracious, was far superior to being at home in a miserable shotgun house at St. Thomas and Washington by the river where her Irish father and her German grandmother used to beat her and her brothers and sisters with a strap.
“ ‘But Rebecca did not want to end her upward climb in Storyville, so she started to put on the airs of a lady and use what she knew of manners to make herself more refined. She also loved to do embroidery and crocheting, which had been beaten into her at home, and used her sewing abilities to make herself fine clothes.
“ ‘Wait a minute,’ I interrupted her. ‘Didn’t Patsy say something about the embroidery in her dream, that Virginia Lee was embroidering? That’s important. And you should see the embroidered things upstairs in that trunk. Yes, she knew embroidery, Rebecca—they’re confused in Patsy’s dream, but you know about the oil lamps and what I almost did.’
“ ‘I do know, of course I know,’ said Aunt Queen. ‘Why do you think I came home? But you need knowledge to arm you against this cozy lovemaking ghost. So listen to what the story was.
“ ‘The other prostitutes in the house in Storyville laughed at Rebecca, and they called her the Countess, but she knew that sooner or later a man would come who would see her attributes and take her out of that place. She sat right in the room where the women congregated for the man to make his choice, and she embroidered as if she was a great lady, and gave each gentleman her lovely smile.
“ ‘Well, Manfred Blackwood was the man of her dreams, and the tale came down in Jasmine’s family that he had actually and truly loved Rebecca much in the same way that he had loved Virginia Lee. Indeed it was Rebecca, petite Rebecca with her brilliant smile and charming ways that finally took his mind off the grief.
“ ‘He was obsessed with giving her jewelry, and she loved it, and she was gracious and sweet to him and even sang old songs to him, which she had learned growing up.
“ ‘Of course, in her first weeks here she was all honey and spice to little William and Camille, but they didn’t fall for it, or so the story says, just waiting for her to disappear like all the rest.
“ ‘Then Manfred