The Awakening (Page 16)

Elena gave her a superior smile. "If," she said, "I am going to eat Continental, I prefer French to Italian every time." She turned to Meredith. "Right?" 

"Mm-hmm. Everytime." Meredith and Elena smiled knowingly at each other, then turned to Frances. "Don’t you agree?" 

"Oh, yes," said Frances hastily. "Me, too. Every time." She smiled knowingly herself and nodded several times as she got up and left.

When she was gone, Bonnie said piteously, "This is going to kill me. Elena, I am going to die if I don’t hear the gossip." 

"Oh, that? I can tell you," Elena replied calmly. "She was going to say there’s a rumor going around that Stefan Salvatore is a narc." 

"A what !" Bonnie stared, and then burst into laughter. "But that’s ridiculous. What narc in the world would dress like that and wear dark glasses? I mean, he’s done everything he can to draw attention to himself…" Her voice trailed off, and her brown eyes widened. "But then, that may bewhy he does it. Who would ever suspect anybody so obvious? And he does live alone, and he’s awfully secretive… Elena! What if it’s true?" 

"It isn’t," said Meredith.

"How do you know?" 

"Because I’m the one who started it." At Bonnie’s expression, she grinned and added: "Elena told me to." 

"Ohhhh." Bonnie looked admiringly at Elena. "You’re wicked. Can I tell people he’s got a terminal disease?" 

"No, you cannot. I don’t want any Florence Nightingale types lining up to hold his hand. But you can tell people whatever you want about Jean-Claude." 

Bonnie picked up the photograph. "Who was he really?" 

"The gardener. He was crazy about those hibiscus bushes. He was also married, with two kids." 

"Pity," said Bonnie seriously. "And you told Frances not to tell anyone about him…" 

"Right." Elena checked her watch. "Which means that by, oh, say two o’clock, it ought to be all over the school." 

After school, the girls went to Bonnie’s house. They were greeted at the front door by a shrill yapping, and when Bonnie opened the door, a very old, very fat Pekingese tried to escape. His name was Yangtze, and he was so spoiled that no one except Bonnie’s mother could stand him. He nipped at Elena’s ankle as she went by.

The living room was dim and crowded, with lots of rather fussy furniture and heavy curtains at the windows. Bonnie’s sister Mary was there, unpinning a cap from her wavy red hair. She was just two years older than Bonnie, and she worked at the Fell’s Church clinic.

"Oh, Bonnie," she said, "I’m glad you’re back. Hello, Elena, Meredith." 

Elena and Meredith said "hello." "What’s the matter? You look tired," said Bonnie.

Mary dropped her cap on the coffee table. Instead of answering, she asked a question in return. "Last night when you came home so upset, where did you say you girls had been?" 

"Down in the-Just down by Wickery Bridge." 

"That’s what I thought." Mary took a deep breath. "Now, you listen to me, Bonnie McCullough. Don’t youever go out there again, and especially not alone and at night. Do you understand?"

"But why not?" Bonnie asked, bewildered.

"Because last night somebody was attacked out there, that’s why not. And do you know where they found him? Righton the bank under Wickery Bridge ." 

Elena and Meredith stared at her in disbelief, and Bonnie clutched at Elena’s arm. "Somebody was attacked under the bridge? But who was it? What happened?" 

"I don’t know. This morning one of the cemetery workers spotted him lying there. He was some homeless person, I guess, and he’d probably been sleeping under the bridge when he was attacked. But he was half dead when they brought him in, and he hasn’t regained consciousness yet. He may die." 

Elena swallowed. "What do you mean, attacked?" "I mean," said Mary distinctly, "that his throat was nearly ripped out. He lost an incredible amount of blood. They thought it might have been an animal at first, but now Dr. Lowen says it was a person. And the police think whoever did it may be hiding in the cemetery." Mary looked at each of them in turn, her mouth a straight line. "So if youwere there by the bridge-or in the cemetery, Elena Gilbert-then this person may have been there with you.Get it ?" 

"You don’t have to scare us anymore," said Bonnie faintly. "We get the point, Mary." 

"All right. Good." Mary’s shoulders slumped, and she rubbed at the back of her neck wearily. "I’ve got to lie down for a while. I didn’t mean to be crabby." She walked out of the living room.

Alone, the three girls looked at one another.

"It could have been one of us," said Meredith quietly. "Especially you, Elena; you went there alone." 

Elena’s skin was prickling, that same painfully alert feeling she’d had in the old graveyard. She could feel the chill of the wind and see the rows of tall tombstones all around her. Sunshine and Robert E. Lee had never seemed so far away.

"Bonnie," she said slowly, "did you see somebody out there? Is that what you meant when you said someone was waiting for me?" 

In the dim room, Bonnie looked at her blankly. "What are you talking about? I didn’t say that." 

"Yes, you did." 

"No, I didn’t. I never said that." 

"Bonnie," said Meredith, "we both heard you. You stared out at the old gravestones, and then you told Elena-"