The tenth circle, p.14
The Tenth Circle,
p.14
It was when she went to throw the blotter out in the recycle bin that she saw the newspaper, the page open to the letter her parents had not wanted her to see.
If the town of Bethel was to pass judgment on this case, Trixie read, Jason Underhill would surely be found innocent.
What they hadnt said, in that awful editorial letter, was that this town had already tried and judged the wrong person. She ran upstairs again, to her computer, and connected to the Internet. She looked up the Web page for the Portland Press Herald and started to type a rebuttal letter.
To Whom It May Concern, Trixie wrote.
I know it is the policy of your paper to keep victims who are minors anonymous. But Im one of those minors, and instead of having people guess, I want them to know my name.
She thought of a dozen other girls who might read this, girls who had been too scared to tell anyone what had happened to them. Or the dozen girls who had told someone and who could read this and find the courage they needed to get through one more day of the hell that was high school. She thought of the boys who would think twice before taking something that wasnt theirs.
My name is Trixie Stone, she typed.
She watched the letters quiver on the page; she read the spaces between the words-all of which reminded her that she was a coward. Then she hit the delete button.
The phone rang just as Laura walked into the kitchen. By the time shed picked up, so had Daniel on an upstairs connection. Im looking for Laura Stone, the caller said, and she dropped the glass she was holding into the sink.
Ive got it, Laura said. She waited for Daniel to hang up.
I miss you, Seth replied.
She didnt answer right away; she couldnt. What if she hadnt picked up the phone? Would Seth have started chatting up Daniel? Would he have introduced himself? Do not ever call here again, Laura whispered.
I need to talk to you.
Her heart was beating so hard she could barely hear her own voice. I cant.
Please. Laura. Its important.
Daniel walked into the kitchen and poured himself some water. Please take me off your call list, Laura said, and she hung up.
In retrospect Laura realized that shed dated Daniel through osmosis, taking a little of his recklessness and making it part of herself. She broke up with Walter and began sleeping through classes. She started smoking. She peppered Daniel with questions about the past he wouldnt discuss. She learned how her own body could be an instrument, how Daniel could play a symphony over her skin.
Then she found out she was pregnant.
At first, she thought that the reason she didnt tell Daniel was because she feared hed run. Gradually, though, she realized that she hadnt told Daniel because she was the one considering flight. Reality kicked at Laura with a vengeance, now that responsibility had caught up to her. At twenty-four years old, what was she doing staying up all night to bet on cockfights in the basement of a tenement? What good would it be in the long run if she could lay claim to finding the best tequila over the border but her doctoral thesis was dead in the water? It had been one thing to flirt with the dark side; it was another thing entirely to set down roots there.
Parents didnt take their baby trolling the streets after midnight. They didnt live out of the back of a car. They couldnt buy formula and cereal and clothes with the happenstance cash that dribbled in from sketches done here and there. Although Daniel could currently pull Laura like a tide to the moon, she couldnt imagine them together ten years from now. She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.
When Laura broke up with Daniel, she convinced herself she was doing both of them a favor. She did not mention the baby, although she had known all along she would keep it. Sometimes shed find herself losing hours at a time, wondering if her child would have the same pale wolf-eyes as its father. She threw out her cigarettes and started wearing sweater sets again and driving with her seat belt fastened. She folded Daniel neatly away in her mind and pretended not to think about him.
A few months later, Laura came home to find Daniel waiting at her condo. He took one look at her maternity top and then, furious, grabbed her by her upper arms. How could you not tell me about this?
Laura panicked, wondering if shed misinterpreted the jagged edge of his personality all along. What if he wasnt just wild, but truly dangerous? I figured it was best if-
What were you going to tell the baby? Daniel said. About me?
Ihadnt gotten that far.
Laura watched him carefully. Daniel had turned into someone she couldnt quite recognize. This wasnt just some Bad Boy out to buck the system-this was someone so deeply upset that hed forgotten to cover the scars.
He sank down onto the front steps. My mother told me that my dad died before I was born. But when I was eleven, the mail plane brought a letter addressed to me. Daniel glanced up. You dont get money from ghosts.
Laura crouched down beside him.
The postmarks were always different, but after that first letter hed send cash every month. He never talked about why he wasnt there, with us. Hed talk about what the salt mountains looked like in Utah, or how cold the Mississippi River was when you stepped into it barefoot. He said that one day hed take me to all those places, so I could see for myself, Daniel said. I waited for years, you know, and he never came to get me.
He turned to Laura. My mother said shed lied because she thought it would be easier to hear that my father was dead than to hear he hadnt wanted a family. I dont want our baby to have a father like that.
Daniel, she confessed, Im not sure if I want our baby to have a father like you.
He reared back, as if hed been slapped. Slowly, he got to his feet and walked away.
Laura spent the next week crying. Then one morning, when she went out to get the newspaper, she found Daniel asleep on the front steps of her condo. He stood up, and she could not stop staring: His shoulder-length hair had been cut military-short; he was wearing khaki pants and a blue oxford cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held out a stub of paper. Its the check I just deposited, Daniel explained. I got a job working at Atomic Comics. They gave me a weeks salary in advance.
Laura listened, her resolve cracking wide open. What if she was not the only one who had been fascinated by a personality different from her own? What if all the time that shed been absorbing Daniels wildness, hed been looking to her for redemption?
What if love wasnt the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?
I dont have enough cash yet, Daniel continued, but when I do, Im going to take art courses at the community college. He reached for Laura, so that their child was balanced between them. Please, he whispered. What if that babys the best part of me?
You dont want to do this, Laura said, even as she moved closer to him. Youll hate me one day, for ruining your life.
My life was ruined a long time ago, Daniel said. And Ill never hate you.
They got married at the city hall, and Daniel was completely true to his word. He quit smoking and drinking, cold turkey. He came to every OB appointment. Four months later, when Trixie was born, he doted over her as if she were made of sunlight. While Laura taught undergrads during the day, Daniel played with Trixie in the park and at the zoo. At night, he took classes and began doing freelance graphic art, before working for Marvel. He followed Laura from a teaching position in San Diego to one at Marquette to the current one in Maine. He had dinner waiting when she came home from lecturing; he stuffed caricatures of Trixie as SuperBaby in the pockets of her briefcase; he never forgot her birthday. He was, in fact, so perfect that she wondered if the wild in Daniel had only been an act to attract her. But then she would remember the strangest things out of the blue: a night when Daniel had bitten her so hard during sex hed drawn blood; the sound of him fighting off imaginary enemies in the thick of a nightmare; the time he had tattooed Lauras body with Magic Markers-snakes and hydras down her arms, a demon in flight at the small of her back. A few years ago, wistful, she had gone so far as to bring one of his inking pens to bed. You know how hard it is to get that stuff off your skin? Daniel had said, and that was the end of that.
Laura knew she had no right to complain. There were women in this world whose husbands beat them, who cried themselves to sleep because their spouses were alcoholics or gamblers. There were women in this world whose partners had said I love you fewer times in a lifetime than Daniel would in a week. Laura could shift the blame any old way she liked, but the stiff wind of truth would send it back to her: She hadnt ruined Daniels life by asking him to change. She had ruined her own.
Mike Bartholemew glanced at the tape recorder to make sure it was still running. She was all over me, Moss Minton said. Putting her hands in my hair, lap dancing, that kind of stuff.
The kid had come down willingly, at Mikes request, to talk. But less than five minutes into the conversation, it was clear that anything that came out of Mosss mouth was going to be unduly colored by his allegiance to Jason Underhill.
I dont know how to say this without sounding like a total jerk, Moss said, but Trixie was asking for it.
Bartholemew leaned back in his chair. You know this for a fact.
Wellyeah.
Did you have intercourse with Trixie that night?
No.
Then you must have been in the room when your friend was having sex with her, Bartholemew said. Or how else would you have heard her consent?
I wasnt in the room, dude, Moss said. But neither were you. Maybe I didnt hear her say yes, but you didnt hear her say no, either.
Bartholemew turned off the tape recorder. Thanks for coming in.
Were done? Moss said, surprised. Thats it?
Thats it. The detective took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Moss. If you happen to think of anything else you need to tell me, just call.
Bartholemew, Moss read aloud. I used to have a babysitter named Holly Bartholemew. I think I was around nine or ten.
My daughter.
No kidding? Does she still live around here?
Mike hesitated. Not anymore.
Moss stuffed the business card in his pocket. Tell her I said hi the next time you see her. He gave the detective a half wave and then walked out.
I will, Mike said, as his voice unraveled like lace.
Daniel opened the door to find Janice, the sexual assault advocate, on the other side. Oh, I didnt know Trixie made plans to see you.
She didnt, Janice replied. Can I speak to you and Laura for a second?
Lauras at the college, he said, just as Trixie poked her head over the railing from upstairs. Before, Trixie would not have hung back like that; she would have bounded down like lightning, certain that the visitor was for her.
Trixie, Janice said, spotting her. I need to tell you something youre not going to like.
Trixie came downstairs, sidling up beside Daniel, the way she used to do when she was tiny and saw something frightening.
The defense attorney representing Jason Underhill has subpoenaed the records of my conversations with Trixie.
Daniel shook his head. I dont understand. Isnt that a violation of privacy?
Only when youre talking about the defendant. Unfortunately, if youre the victim of a crime, its a different story. You can wind up with your diary as evidence, or the transcripts of your psychiatric sessions. She looked at Trixie. Or your discussions with a rape crisis counselor.
Daniel had no idea what went on during the times Janice had met with Trixie, but beside him, his daughter was shaking. You cant turn over the records, she said.
If we dont, our director will be sent to jail, Janice explained.
Ill do it, Daniel said. Ill go to jail in her place.
The court wont accept that. Believe me, youre not the first father to volunteer.
Youre not the first. Daniel slowly put the words together. This happened before?
Unfortunately, yes, Janice admitted.
You said what I told you didnt leave that room! Trixie cried. You said youd help me. How is this supposed to help me?
As Trixie flew up the stairs, Janice started after her. Let me go talk to her.
Daniel stepped forward, blocking her way. Thanks, he said. But I think youve done enough.
The law says that Jason Underhill has the right to mount a defense, Detective Bartholemew explained on the phone. The law says that a victims credibility can be questioned. And with all due respect, he added, your daughter already has some credibility issues.
She was involved with this boy beforehand.
She was drinking.
Shes made some inconsistent statements.
Daniels response: Like what?
Now that hed finished talking to the detective, Daniel felt numb. He walked upstairs and opened Trixies bedroom door. She lay on her bed, facing away from him.
Trixie, he said as evenly as he could. Were you really a virgin?
She went still. What, now you dont believe me either?
You lied to the police.
Trixie rolled over, stricken. Youre going to listen to some stupid detective instead of-
What were you thinking? Daniel exploded.
Trixie sat up, taken aback. What were you thinking? she cried. You knew. You had to know what was going on.
Daniel thought of the times he had watched Trixie pull up in Jasons car after a date, when he had moved away from the window. Hed told himself it was for her privacy, but was that true? Had he really turned a blind eye because he couldnt bear to see that boys face close to his daughters, to see his hand graze the bottom of Trixies breast?
Hed seen towels in the wash smeared with heavy eye makeup he couldnt remember Trixie wearing out of the house. Hed kept silent when he heard Laura complain because her favorite pair of heels or shirt or lipstick had gone missing, only to find them underneath Trixies bed. Hed pretended not to notice how Trixies clothes fit tighter these days, how her stride shimmered with confidence.
Trixie was right. Just because a person didnt admit that something had changed didnt mean it hadnt happened. Maybe Trixie had screwed upbut so had he.
I knew, he said, stunned to speak the words aloud. I just didnt want to.
Daniel looked at his daughter. There were still traces of Trixie as a stubborn little girl-in the curve of her chin when her jaw clenched, in the dusky length of her lashes, in her much-maligned freckles. She wasnt all gone, not yet.
As he pulled Trixie into his arms and felt her unspool, Daniel understood: The law was not going to protect his daughter, which meant that he had to.
I couldnt tell them, Trixie sobbed. You were standing right there.
That was when Daniel remembered: When the doctor asked Trixie if shed ever had intercourse before, hed still been in the examination room.
Her voice was small, the truth curled tight as a snail. I didnt want you to be mad at me. And I thought if I told the doctor that Jason and I had already done it, she wouldnt believe I got raped. But it could still happen, couldnt it, Daddy? Just because I said yes before doesnt mean I couldnt say no this time? She convulsed against him, crying hard.
You signed no contract to become a parent, but the responsibilities were written in invisible ink. There was a point when you had to support your child, even if no one else would. It was your job to rebuild the bridge, even if your child was the one who burned it in the first place. So maybe Trixie had danced around the truth. Maybe she had been drinking. Maybe she had been flirting at the party. But if Trixie said she had been raped, then Daniel would swear by it.
Baby, he said, I believe you.
A few mornings later, when Daniel was out at the dump, Laura heard the doorbell ring. But by the time she reached the hallway to answer it, Trixie was already there. She stood in her flannel pajama bottoms and T-shirt, staring at a man standing on the porch.
Seth was wearing work boots and a fleece vest and looked as if he hadnt slept in several days. He was looking at Trixie with confusion, as if he couldnt quite place her. When he saw Laura approach, he immediately started to speak. Ive got to talk to you, he began, but she cut him off.
She touched Trixies shoulder. Go upstairs, she said firmly, and Trixie bolted like a rabbit. Then Laura turned to Seth again. I cannot believe you had the nerve to come to my house.
Theres something you need to know-
I know that I cant see you anymore, Laura said. She was shaking, partly with fear, partly because of Seths proximity. It had been easier to convince herself that this was over when he wasnt standing in front of her. Dont do this to me, she whispered, and she closed the door.
Laura rested against it for a second, eyes closed. What if Daniel had not been at the dump, if hed opened the door, instead of Trixie? Would he have recognized Seth on sight, simply by the way his face changed when he looked at Laura? Would he have gone for Seths throat?
If theyd fought, shed have sided with the victim. But which man was that?
Gathering her composure, Laura walked up the stairs toward Trixies room. She wasnt sure what Trixie knew, or even what she suspected. Surely she had noticed that her parents barely spoke these days, that her father had taken to sleeping on the couch. She had to wonder why, the night of the rape, Laura had been staying overnight in her office. But if Trixie had questions, shed kept them to herself. It was as if she instinctively understood what Laura was only just figuring out: Once you admitted to a mistake, it grew exponentially, until there was no way to get it back under wraps.
Laura was tempted to pretend that Seth was a Fuller Brush salesman or any other stranger but decided she would take her cues from Trixie herself. Laura opened the door to find Trixie pulling a shirt over her head. That guy, she said, her face hidden. What was he doing here?
Well.
Laura sat down on the bed. He wasnt here because of you. I mean, hes not a reporter or anything like that. And hes not coming back. Ever. She sighed. I wish I didnt have to have this conversation.
Trixies head popped through the neck of the shirt. What?
Its finished, completely, one hundred percent. Your father knows, and were tryingwell, were trying to figure this out. I screwed up, Trixie, Laura said, choking over the words. I wish I could take it back, but I cant.
