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"I just want to know exactly what happened. We come here every week." I simmered for a minute. "We're supposed to feel safe here. How did this person who killed Saraly
Everyone around the table looked thoughtful after hearing my questions. I wasn't sure why I was maneuvering our therapist into telling us something that would surely upset her, but I was determined to do just that.
"As I told you the night of the incident, Lily," Tamsin said with reluctance, "Saraly
"I was a little worried about Saraly
"You didn't hear anyone else in the building?" Firella asked.
"I may have. Now, I think I did. But it could have been someone staying late, or coming back in after something he'd left... anything."
"The end door was locked?" Sandy wanted to be sure.
"No, the end door wasn't locked." Tamsin flushed red. "I knew you guys would be coming in. So I didn't lock it behind her."
"Did you hear the door while you talked?"
"No. I don't think so."
When I looked skeptical, she said, "That's the most normal noise in the world, to me. I'm not sure I would have noticed!" She was getting angry.
"So there was a reason you had to leave Saraly
"Yes, I'd left the group list on the table in here, and I had to get it to enter Saraly
"So while you were in the therapy room ... ?" Melanie prompted.
"Okay, while I was in there I dropped everything. I spilled all my papers from my notebook and knocked my pop over."
After a brief vision of Tamsin pushing down an old man with white hair, I realized she meant she'd spilled a soft drink. Maybe it was a northern or midwestern thing? We all waited, watching her. Janet's mouth was pulled tight against her teeth. Anger? Skepticism?
"I started picking everything up, and while I was doing that I heard someone going into my office."
"Did you hear this person pass the door of the therapy room, or come from the direction of the end door?"
"I don't remember either way," she admitted. "I've tried and tried, but I don't remember."
Sandy interrupted. "What difference would that make, Lily?"
I shrugged. "The difference between someone hiding in this building until he was able to catch a woman alone, and someone coming in from the parking lot—maybe after Saraly
An interesting difference, their faces said, and they turned to Tamsin again. She shook her head. "No use, I just can't recall it. After I heard someone go into my office, I heard Saraly
She got a chorus of sympathy from everyone in the room except me. Her eyes traveled around the group of women, coming to stop at my face.
"Lily, I think we have to get this out in the open. Are you blaming me for not going to Saraly
"No," I said. "I think that was good sense."
"Then are you angry I let Janet come in without warning her?"
"No. If you don't go help one, why go help another?" She winced, and I knew that had sounded as if I thought her callous. "I mean, if you expected to be killed when he killed Saraly
"Then what issue do you have with me?"
I thought for a minute. "You seem... already scared," I said, picking my way slowly. "Don't you think you should tell us the rest?" I could see the fear in her face, read it in the tightly drawn line of her mouth and the way her shoulders were set. I know a lot about fear.
"That don't make a lick of sense, Lily," Carla said.
"Well, yeah, it does," Janet said in her u
"The therapist isn't supposed to talk about her own problems," Tamsin reminded us. "I couldn't, even if I wanted to."
"And why wouldn't you want to? We share our big problems with you," Carla said illogically.
"This is where you come to get help," Tamsin began.
"Oh, yeah, like the help we got Tuesday night?" Sandy's voice was bitter and shrill. The rest of us tried to look at her without actually turning our heads to stare, because Sandy was the least forthcoming of the group by far. We didn't want to startle her, or she'd run; it was like having a wounded deer in your backyard, a deer you felt obliged to examine. "Seeing that dead woman in your office was the scariest thing that's happened to me in a long time, and if you know anything about it or if it happened because of you, I think we have a right to know that. Because what if it's co
"Sure," said Carla, who evidently hadn't had the same problem. "Think about it!" I was hopelessly confused.
"You're saying," Firella clarified, "that maybe if Saraly
"Right. Like that." Carla sounded relieved that someone understood her.
"Or like whoever raped Sandy, not that Sandy has chosen to reveal that to the rest of her sisters in the group, which every one of the rest of us has," said Melanie, and I thought through that sentence for a moment.
Sandy flushed a deep red. "Well, then, missy, I'll just tell you that it couldn't be co
We all gazed at her with our mouths hanging open. In a million years, not one of us could have predicted what had come out of Sandy's mouth.
Firella said, "Way to go, Sandy."
So I had a sister under the skin. Another killer. I felt myself smile, and I was sure it was a very unpleasant smile to see. "Good for you," I told her.
Tamsin's face was a sight. A professional excitement that Sandy had spoken up was mingled with subdued dismay at Sandy's revelation, and concern over Tamsin's own situation.
"Didn't expect that, did you?" Carla jeered.
"No," Tamsin admitted readily, "I never suspected Sandy would share with us, especially to this extent. Sandy, do you feel good now that you've told us what happened to you?"
I observed that attention had turned away from Tamsin, which was undoubtedly what Tamsin had wanted.
Sandy looked as though she was rummaging around inside herself to discover what was there. Her gaze was inward, intensely blue, blind to all around her.
"Yes, I feel pretty good," she said. Surprise was evident in her voice. "I feel pretty damn good." She looked happily shocked at herself. "I hated that old man. I hated him. I was eighteen when it happened. You'd think an eighteen year old could fight off a grandfather, wouldn't you? But he was only fifty-eight himself, and he'd been doing manual labor all his life. He was strong and he was mean and he had a knife."