Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [142]
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“IT TOOK three days for me to get the laptop computer. In fact, Nash Penfield, the out-of-town teacher, purchased it when he arrived, and though I wasn’t to meet him until more favorable circumstances prevailed—my decision, not Aunt Queen’s—I was grateful that he had had the wherewithal to get the appropriate machine and a long extension cord.
“During those three days they ran every conceivable medical test, and at the end of the ordeal it was plainly clear that I had no lesions on the temporal lobe, no indication of epilepsy and no brain tumors.
“I was not suffering an electrolyte imbalance and I wasn’t anemic. I had no circulatory problems and I was clean of all narcotics.
“I had no thyroid problems or problems with my pituitary gland.
“The very minor swelling of my brain, as the result of the stranger slamming me at the wall, was quickly stopped. And my headaches vanished.
“We had a huge debate as to whether a spinal tap should be done, and I finally persuaded them to do it and get it over with. I survived the risk. They found no malignant cells in the fluid.
“In between my long journeys down the beautifully painted passageways of the hospital labyrinth I told the full story of the violent night to everyone who wanted to hear it.
“Dr. Winn Mayfair listened quietly and thoughtfully to my descriptions of Goblin and how Goblin had come to my defense, and Aunt Queen, who was in the room, did not interrupt, either to calm me when I became agitated or to add to what I had to say, though she was fast becoming an expert on the whole story.
“There was something deeply reserved about Dr. Winn. I didn’t feel compelled to ask for his approval so much as his expertise, delicate though he was with all his remarks. And I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to speak to a small select panel of psychiatrists.
“I said no. But Aunt Queen changed my mind. She had brought half her entire wardrobe to the hospital and was got up each day in one of her lovely sack-style dresses, with the appropriate cloche hat, and she sat at my bedside holding my hand warmly.
“ ‘Don’t you see, I have to do this!’ she pleaded. ‘I have no choice. If I don’t insist that you talk to these psychiatrists, we’ll stand accused of simple negligence. Think it over, Quinn. We could both be accused. We have to get this out of the way and get back to life the way we want it to be.’
“ ‘And how’s that, Aunt Queen? What’s to happen with Blackwood Manor? Don’t you realize that if you and I leave on one of your exotic junkets, there’ll be no Blackwood on the premises? I’ll meet this teacher, yes, I told you I would, but not here. I insist that it not be here.’
“ ‘I understand, absolutely,’ she said. ‘And don’t you worry about Nash, he’s happily ensconced in the middle guest room at Blackwood Manor, and even if the plan goes south, as they say, he will have had something of a delicious Creole vacation.’
“ ‘You may find this hard to imagine, but I could swear Jasmine is flirting with Nash. Something’s come over Jasmine. And it’s high time if you ask me. Jasmine was prancing around today in a fancy Chanel suit I gave her two years ago. She used to never wear the truly fine things that I gave her. I think Jasmine sees her destiny.’
“ ‘Which is what?’ I asked.
“ ‘To run Blackwood Manor in our absence. She’s completely capable, and Clem and Big Ramona will fully support her. I mean Jasmine has languished in domestic service all her life and she’s sharp and well spoken and can certainly take on the responsibility for a portion of the profit.’
“ ‘I didn’t know we made a profit,’ I said. ‘Pops said we operated at a loss perpetually.’
“ ‘Oh, Pops was pessimistic, bless his soul, and of course he was right. The guests pay for some of the maintenance and upkeep and that’s the whole point, to keep Blackwood Manor in existence, isn’t it? Maybe I should say earnings instead of profit. How does that sound to you? When Pops’ will is read, everything will be easier.’
“ ‘When is that