Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [158]
“As I came downstairs I felt something pull at me; I don’t mean it was the hand of Goblin so much as it was a feeling or a mass of feelings. I had gone without sleep a long long time. And what I thought of now was Rebecca. In fact, it seemed for a moment Rebecca was with me, and then she wasn’t.
Little redheaded bitch . . . black bitch!
“When I reached the side lawn I walked slowly over the flagstone terrace and through the new arrangement of wicker, and I had the feeling that Rebecca was very near. Rebecca was waiting for me to fall asleep. Rebecca was waiting to talk to me. Yes, I had been on this very couch with her, and she had sat on that chair, and the coffee had been on this table. A dizziness came and went as it had that day in the swamp, but I knew I had to fight it. A life for my life. A death for my death . . .
“ ‘What did you say?’ I asked. ‘A life for a life?’ Who was I talking to? I battled the dizziness. ‘Murderous ghost, get away from me!’ I whispered.
“What was I doing out here on the side lawn? So they had refurbished the wicker as I told them to do.
“I had to be gone. I headed for the shed.
“And within minutes I was rolling out in Sweetheart’s old Mercedes 450 sedan, the car I had always much admired, though I think it was as old as I was.
“I was on the highway in no time and flying towards Mona Mayfair. But there was time to swing by the florist on St. Charles and Third and buy Mona a beautiful bouquet of long-stemmed roses.
“Then I drove to my final destination: First and Chestnut, riverside downtown corner. Of course the house wasn’t near the river. The river was a world away. The expression was just a way of orienting oneself in New Orleans.
“The house was quietly fabulous. It didn’t have the arrogant splendor of Blackwood Manor. Rather it was a Greek Revival town house with a side-hall door, four columns up and down, its stucco walls painted a twilight lavender, and beyond to the far right a partially concealed side garden. The whole mansion was set about six steps off the ground and the steps were white marble.
“I parked the car across the intersection and I made the diagonal now on legs that didn’t feel, they just guided, and with the huge bouquet in my arms, breathless to offer it to her.
“The iron fence wasn’t high and there was the doorbell. I debated. What would I say to the person who answered? Mona, I’m desperate to see Mona.
“But I didn’t have to face this complexity. One half second after I appeared at the gate, the big white front door opened, and out she came, quickly closing the door behind her and rushing down the steps to the gate. She had a key for it and turned it quickly, and then we stood facing each other outside the bounds of the fence and I thought I was dying.
“She was about one hundred times more lovely than I remembered her. Her green eyes were much larger and she had a naturally rouged mouth that I wanted to kiss immediately. Her hair was clear red, and to cap it off she wore an exquisite white cotton shirt, unbuttoned way low, and skintight white pants that showed off her small rounded thighs beautifully. I was even in love with her toes. She had on thick sandals and I could see all her red toenails. I adored her.
“ ‘My God, Mona,’ I said, and I took the plunge, covering her mouth with mine and grabbing for her tiny wrists, but she broke away gently and said,
“ ‘Where’s your car, Quinn? We have to get out of here quick.’
“We ran across the street like newlyweds running from a rice storm. We were driving out First Street towards the river in a twinkling.
“ ‘So where can we go? Oh, God, I don’t know where we can go,’ I said.
“ ‘I do,’ she answered. ‘You know how to get to the Quarter?’
“ ‘Absolutely.’
“She gave me an address. ‘The LaFrenière Cottages,’ she said. ‘I called them this morning.’
“ ‘But how did you know I’d come? I mean I’m thrilled that you called them, but how did