King thought he detected a twinkle in Remmy’s eye as she said this.
“I’m glad you’ve made her acquaintance, Remmy,” rejoined Harry. “And in what seems to be a very positive way.”
“Let’s just say we’ve come to a meeting of the minds.” Remmy looked at Lulu and squeezed the other woman’s hand. “I was stupid and blind and unfair, and I have communicated that to Lulu.” She looked directly at the woman. “Neither of us can bring our husbands back, but I promise that you and your beautiful children will not want so long as I’m around.”
“I appreciate that, Mrs. Battle, I really do.” Lulu both looked and sounded lucid now.
“I know you do and please call me Remmy.” She now turned to King and
Michelle. “I hope you’re making progress on the case,” she said.
“Every day,” King replied.
She looked at him curiously but said nothing.
“We wanted to come by and talk to you at some point,” said King.
“Yes, Eddie mentioned that. Well, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t let the newspapers get you down, Remmy,” said King.
“Papers? If I want to know what’s happening with me, I don’t consult strangers, I just ask myself.”
Priscilla Oxley suddenly swooped in, juggling a large plate crammed with food and a glass of wine. “Honey,” she said to Remmy, “thank you so much for everything. Why, I’ve always told Lulu you’re a saint. Right, baby, just the other day I was saying if the world had more Remmy Battles, what a world it would be.”
“Mother, please,” began Lulu, but Priscilla rushed on.
“And here you and Lulu have become friends, and you brought us to your beautiful home and said you’d take care of the children. Why, when we lost our poor Junior, I didn’t know what my daughter was going to do.” Her big chest heaved, and her gravelly voice broke in her throat. It was a magnificent job, King thought.
“Mother, I have a job, a good one. It’s not like the children were going to starve.”
However, Priscilla was too worked up to be denied. “And now that I’ll be staying on to help Lulu and everything, having that new house finished and your continued support, why, I know everything’s going to be just fine.” Twin tears dribbled down her flabby cheeks. “As one mother to another I can’t tell you what a relief that is.” She finished this off by swallowing the entire contents of her wineglass.
To King the connoisseur it was an appalling moment. Yet after her emotional performance, he thought, the woman deserved her own TV show.
“I’m just glad I could help, Priscilla,” said Remmy politely.
Priscilla looked shyly at her. “You probably don’t remember, but I waited on you when you used to visit the Greenbrier in West Virginia.”
“Oh, I remember you very well, Priscilla.”
Priscilla froze. “Oh, you do? Well, thanks again.” And then Priscilla was gone as fast as she’d arrived.
Eddie and Bailey next joined them.
“It was a beautiful service, Remmy,” said Bailey.
“Reverend Kelly does a good job,” she replied. “And he had a lot of good material. Bobby led quite an extraordinary life.”
“I’m going to see one of Eddie’s reenactments Saturday,” said Bailey.
“Which one are you doing?” asked Michelle.
“The Battle of Cedar Creek near Middleton,” answered Eddie. “Phil Sheridan’s Army of the Shenandoah against Jubal Early’s Army of the Valley. It’s usually held in October, but they moved it up this year.” He looked down and then glanced at Michelle. He seemed to be about to say something but remained silent.
Harry said, “Wasn’t old Jubal the only Confederate general who never formally surrendered?”
“That’s right,” said Eddie. “He ended up practicing law over in Rocky Mount, Virginia.”