Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [272]
The tears flowed down her cheeks. She shook her head.
“Don’t you think they moved him for Pops’ and Sweetheart’s coffins, or Aunt Queen’s. No, sir. They did not.” She shook her head resolutely. “There are eight slots in that mausoleum, and they did not move him. I saw to that. And I never, never went back to that crypt since the day we buried him until tonight and only because Aunt Queen left it in Grady Breen’s hands that I was to get a bonus check if I attended her pitiful stupid funeral. And Grady Breen tipped me off. He gave me a photocopy of the will last night, like I told you, because Aunt Queen said he could do it.
“Now talk about a bribe. If that isn’t the limit. And she knew how I felt about that place, she knew, it was her who made me vow I’d never breathe a word to you, that nobody would ever tell you that you had sucked all the blood out of that child, that little three-pound donor child. Like you were the one who had to be protected. Poor Quinn. God help you that you did that, you damn son of a bitch. You don’t know what hate is, unless you know how I hate you.”
She sobbed into her paper tissue. Cindy was distraught. She rose to go, but Patsy pulled her down. Patsy’s trembling fingers clung to her. Lestat’s hand closed over Patsy’s left shoulder and gently held it.
“Garwain,” said Lestat. “And when Goblin began to appear, did it ever seem to you that it might be the ghost of Garwain?”
“No,” she said sullenly. “If it had been Garwain’s ghost, it would have come to me because I loved it! It would never have come to Quinn! Quinn killed it! Quinn took all Garwain’s blood. Goblin was just Tarquin wanting a twin because he knew he should have had one, and he killed one, and so he made up Goblin out of nothing, and he used all his craziness to do it. He was crazy from the start.”
“No one thought it might be the little one’s ghost?” Merrick asked very gently.
“No,” said Patsy in the same sullen voice. “Garwain, my Little Knight—that’s what’s written on the stone.” She looked up at me. “And how you screamed at that funeral! How you screamed and screamed! I didn’t even look at you for a whole year. I couldn’t stand it. I only finally did because Aunt Queen paid me to do it. Pops wouldn’t give me a nickel. Aunt Queen paid me all the time you were growing up. It was a clean deal. Don’t tell you about the twin, don’t make you feel guilty about the twin, don’t tell you you killed the little twin, and she’d take care of me, and she did.”
She shrugged. She raised her eyebrows and then her face relaxed somewhat, but the tears still fell.
“Aunt Queen gave me fifty thousand dollars,” she said. “It wasn’t what I wanted, but she gave me that to get started, and to hold you, and so I did. Just one time. And she got Pops and Sweetheart and everybody on her side. You were the one they cared about. Don’t ever tell Quinn he had a little brother who died. Like I didn’t have a son? Don’t ever tell Quinn about little Garwain. Don’t ever let him know that he drained all the blood from that helpless little baby. Don’t ever tell Quinn that awful story, like it was your story. And so now you come in here and you ask me, did you have a twin. You want to know, and Aunt Queen’s dead, and thanks to Grady tipping me off about the bonus and what was in her will, I know it’s got nothing to do with telling you anything. So there you have it. And I guess you know now. You know why I’ve hated you all these years. I guess you can figure it out finally.”
I rose to my feet. As far as I was concerned we had discovered what we wanted to know. And I was too shocked and exhausted to say a word