Authors: Joan Hess
A Diet to Die For (13 page)
I wasn’t sure what all this meant, but I was entranced, as was Joanie on one side, Caron and Inez on the other, and the various clients in their various stages of disengagement. No doubt the cop in the last row was taking it in, too.
“Now see here,” Gerald said pompously, “I’m willing to make allowances because of the situation, but
I won’t stand for slanderous remarks made in public about my relationship with Candice. She was counseling me on how best to support Maribeth during the diet. If you want to make that into an international incident, be prepared to find yourself slapped with a lawsuit.”
I won’t stand for slanderous remarks made in public about my relationship with Candice. She was counseling me on how best to support Maribeth during the diet. If you want to make that into an international incident, be prepared to find yourself slapped with a lawsuit.”
“Some of those counseling sessions lasted until midnight, didn’t they?” Winder continued unpleasantly. “Were you discussing how best to support Maribeth—or how best to keep her so addled she wouldn’t resist commitment to a psycho ward? Did you have the papers neatly drawn up?”
“She was addled because of your damn diet, Winder. Now she’s in a coma, and you may find yourself explaining the details of the program to a jury.”
“Oh, Shelly,” Bobbi said. She looked at the floor and shook her head.
One of the clients, a middle-aged woman with a weathered face and spiky hair, popped loose from the pew and marched down the aisle. “Sorry about the accident, Dr. Winder,” she said gruffly, holding out her hand. “Candice was a nice woman and a fine nurse. I wouldn’t have lost thirty-seven pounds without her support.”
“Ms. Koenig, how very kind,” he mumbled. After a moment, he was surrounded by the clients, each competing with the others to claim Candice was responsible for his or her weight loss. Numbers were being flung out rather loudly, considering our locale, and Sheldon was looking increasingly panicked by the unruly mob. Gerald, Jody, and Bobbi availed themselves of the golden opportunity to leave without further conversation with the chief mourner.
Caron nudged me and said, “Isn’t he kind of young to be an aerobics teacher?”
I could see all kinds of insidious things floating behind her guileless eyes. “He’s not as young as he looks. Furthermore, he enjoys making his victims sweat like iced tea glasses on a hot day. He revels in it. He shouts things about kicking higher and doing sit-ups faster and getting your knees up to your chin. Then, when you think you’re home free, he sends you into the innermost circles of inferno to be boiled and baked.”
“How old is he?” Caron said, twisting her head to catch a last glimpse of the sadist. “He can’t be that old.”
“He’s old enough to escort a college girl to a funeral.” I did not mention he also was old enough to pursue a twenty-nine-year-old married woman. I grabbed the back of the pew to pull myself up. “I’m going to of fer my condolences to Dr. Winder,” I added with a wince. “Why don’t you and Inez wait in the car?”
The two scurried away, no doubt hoping to catch another glimpse of Jody in the parking lot. Joanie said she’d stop by in the evening with a casserole, then followed the girls out of the chapel. I was aware Peter was still glued to his pew, but I refused to acknowledge it and made my way down front, where Sheldon had beaten off all but a couple of the Ultima clients.
As I approached they drifted away, and he gave me a bland smile. “I’m glad to see you’ve recovered from the dreadful accident, Ms. Malloy. It was unfortunate that you were present when it occurred, but fortunate that you had your back turned.”
“Fortunate,” I murmured. “I regret Candice and I
hadn’t gone into the office, where we’d have been somewhat protected from the glass, but we were by the door, trying to decide what to do. Maribeth’s behavior was”—I gave him an equally bland smile—“so odd that we were alarmed. Today I heard a rumor that she had a severe potassium deficiency.”
hadn’t gone into the office, where we’d have been somewhat protected from the glass, but we were by the door, trying to decide what to do. Maribeth’s behavior was”—I gave him an equally bland smile—“so odd that we were alarmed. Today I heard a rumor that she had a severe potassium deficiency.”
“Impossible. After you mentioned it to me, I looked over her file. According to Candice’s notation, Maribeth was taking the standard three hundred milligrams daily; she was given a seven-day supply every Monday. The day before the accident she was instructed to take an additional one hundred fifty milligrams daily, just to be safe. I believe Candice sent the bottle home with Maribeth’s husband.”
“Could the potassium caplets have been so old they’d lost their potency?” I asked.
“Absolutely not. They were ordered less than three months ago from a reputable pharmaceutical company. I’ve got the invoices to prove it, and I don’t appreciate this insinuation that Ultima Diet Center would give its clients anything but the newest and best dietary supplements.”
I moved closer, hoping it might induce him to lower his voice. “Where are they stored? Are they kept in a locked cupboard?”
“Ms. Malloy,” he said, aggrieved and not one decibel quieter, “vitamins and supplements do not fall into the same category as controlled substances such as codeine and morphine. Diet centers are not plagued by junkies in search of a fix; there is no black market for calcium. We keep our supplies in a cabinet in the office, so they can be dispensed with a minimum of delay.”
“Then someone could have tampered with the potassium?”
“Ms. Malloy,” he said again, almost shouting now, “your veiled accusations are untenable. The only people with access to the office were Candice, Bobbi, and myself; we did not run off spare keys and distribute them on street corners. And why would someone desire to tamper with a bottle of potassium caplets? As a practical joke? As a way to cause a driving accident? What are you intimating, Ms. Malloy?”
The sensation in my back was very much as if a sliver of glass was imbedded there, and I knew whence it came. I wiped my face, his tirade having been moist, and said in a very low voice, “I wasn’t intimating anything, Dr. Winder; I was just trying to understand how Maribeth could have had a potassium deficiency so severe she lost control of her car. You prescribed the dosage, Candice delivered it, and somehow Maribeth ended up without it.”
“Then she failed to follow instructions. We at Ultima can offer supervision and support, but we can’t follow our clients home to make sure they’re adhering religiously to the program. We have plenty of clients who claim they’ve put not one illegal bite in their mouths, then find themselves admitting to a hot fudge sundae—with extra whipped cream—when faced with the scales.”
“But Maribeth told me she was taking the potassium.”
He gave me a condescending look. “People lie, Ms. Malloy. Surely you’re old enough to have learned that. If you’ll excuse me, I must settle up with the funeral director. Should you ever put on unwanted weight, please don’t hesitate to call us. At Ultima, if
you don’t lose, we don’t win.” He brushed past me and went up the aisle and out the door.
you don’t lose, we don’t win.” He brushed past me and went up the aisle and out the door.
Peter had made himself comfortable in the pew, his legs crossed and one arm draped across the back. His notebook lay beside him. As I attempted to sail by, he flashed all two hundred white teeth and said, “Do you have time for coffee before you go home? You look a little haggard.”
“I’d love to,” I said, my fingers crossed tightly behind my back, “but Caron and Inez are waiting for me in the car. Caron drove me over, and I’ll have to ride back with her, not matter how appalling the idea. Are you sure she’s learned anything from your driving lessons?”
He rose like a lanky old cowhand, all teeth and twinkly eyes and amiability. “Sergeant’s Jorgeson’s waiting outside. He can accompany the girls and explain some of the finer points of successful demolition driving. That way we can have ourselves a nice quiet conversation.”
I would have preferred to eat gravel. “That’s not a very nice thing to do to Jorgeson,” I said as we left the chapel. “He may have better things to do than flirt with death.”
“But I shall explain how much I’m looking forward to being alone with you,” Peter said silkily, then went over to his car and bent down to talk to Jorgeson.
I went to the driver’s side of my car and tapped on the window to gain Caron’s attention. She rolled down the window. “One of Peter’s men is going to ride home with you,” I said. “If you yell at anyone, he’ll ticket you for public obscenity. In that no one will come forward to post bail, you may find yourself wasting away in jail. On the other hand, they may
serve starchy food for budgetary reasons, and you’ll be a blimp before you’re paroled.”
serve starchy food for budgetary reasons, and you’ll be a blimp before you’re paroled.”
“You are so amusing, Mother.” She glanced at Inez. “This diet-aid candy hasn’t worked thus far, and we’re probably going to give it up. What we really need to do is just stick to a sensible diet and get lots of exercise. That way when we lose all the weight, our skin won’t hang in gross, flabby flaps that tremble when we walk.”
“Jogging? Swimming laps at the youth center? How about the videocassette you watched so diligently from the sofa?”
“Maybe,” she said, feigning consideration of my bright suggestions. “We were thinking we might join a regular aerobics class so we’d have to work out two or three times a week.”
“Try the one at the youth center,” I said. I stepped back as a very leery Jorgeson got in the backseat and began issuing orders. Once he’d gotten them out of the parking lot, I reluctantly went to Peter’s car and eased my weary fanny into the passenger’s seat.
He reached into the back and wordlessly handed me a pillow. I wiggled around as best I could, sighing like a leaky tire in hopes of eliciting sympathy. “I’ve always heard that time flies,” he said, “but your forty-eight hours in bed must have created a sonic boom or two. I left you at about eleven this morning and saw you here at four o’clock. I’m just a plodding cop, but even I can do the arithmetic on this one.”
“Oh, shut up,” I said without rancor. “I felt as if I had to come to the funeral. The only headache I’ve had is the one you’re giving me right now. No, that’s not true—the ride over here with Caron wasn’t exactly soporific. Besides, you wrote off the death as an
accident caused by Maribeth’s potassium deficiency, so shouldn’t you be at the football field looking for steroid pushers or searching lockers or ordering athletes to pee in little bottles?”
accident caused by Maribeth’s potassium deficiency, so shouldn’t you be at the football field looking for steroid pushers or searching lockers or ordering athletes to pee in little bottles?”
“Are you trying to change the subject?”
“Damn straight. Are the feds still lurking under the bleachers?”
He continued to look forward, but a nerve twitched on his rigidly set jaw and his expression was that of a televangelist preparing to let ’er rip. “And how did you hear of that?” he said in a surprisingly normal voice for a person with lockjaw.
“I read about it in the newspaper.”
“Oh.” He drove into the parking lot of the bowling alley and cut off the engine, then came around the car and opened the door for me, all the while giving me an unfathomable look. I’d seen it before, and although I hadn’t fathomed it, I knew it did not bode well. We went into the restaurant and found an unoccupied booth. The Formica table was grimy, and the booth padded with red plastic held down by strips of silver tape. The other patrons eyed as coldly, as if we’d invaded a private sanctuary, before resuming their conversations, presumably of bowling balls and such.
A tired waitress with bleached hair and a discouraged expression dropped two menus on the table and promised to come back at some point in the future.
“So what did you learn from reading the newspaper so thoroughly?” Peter asked in a soft voice reinforced with steel rods.
I glanced over my shoulder. “What are we doing in this place?” I whispered.
“We’re having coffee. Again, what did you learn?”
“Not to let you pick the next restaurant. I merely
read what was in the paper, which wasn’t very much. A football player had a heart attack caused by steroids in his system. Steroids are not only dangerous, they’re illegal. The college officials are embarrassed, and the NAACP is investigating, although I don’t know why unless the player was black.” I gave him a charmingly bewildered shrug. “Smollenski sounds like an Eastern European name.”
read what was in the paper, which wasn’t very much. A football player had a heart attack caused by steroids in his system. Steroids are not only dangerous, they’re illegal. The college officials are embarrassed, and the NAACP is investigating, although I don’t know why unless the player was black.” I gave him a charmingly bewildered shrug. “Smollenski sounds like an Eastern European name.”
“The NAACP is not investigating; the NCAA, as in National Collegiate Athletics Association, is conducting the investigation. If they find any evidence that the player was supplied with steroids by anyone involved in the athletics department, they’ll bring sanctions against the college.”
“And you’ll file charges, I hope. How dreadful to think a coach or a trainer would give players dangerous drugs. The primary reason these boys are enrolled in college is to get an education, not to kill themselves for the team.”
Peter seemed to find this outburst humorous and was still chuckling when the waitress returned with two glasses of water and a pad. “What’ll it be?”she droned. “Special’s chicken-fried steak and mashed potatoes, choice of vegetable. Drink’s included; dessert’s extra. Lemon icebox pie, carrot cake, or vanilla ice cream.”
I eyed the lipstick smudge on the glass in front of me and declined to order anything. Peter ordered coffee, managed to stop chuckling, and reached across the table to put his hand on mine. “Listen to me, please. We’ve got our eye on one of the backfield coaches, an ambitious young guy who’d like to spawn enough all-star players to earn a promotion. One of his protégés has indicated a willingness to talk; we’ll
be able to ask for a warrant in the next few days—if the player doesn’t panic and leave town.”
be able to ask for a warrant in the next few days—if the player doesn’t panic and leave town.”
“So it’s very hush-hush,” I said in a dramatic whisper. “I shouldn’t say a word to any of the football players when I have them over for tea tomorrow, right? I’ll be as quiet as a spy who stays out in the cold.” I waited while the waitress banged down a chipped cup on a cracked saucer. “If you’re still trying to nail this coach, shouldn’t you be closeted with the national whatever people and the feds? And if you’ve closed the investigation of Maribeth’s accident, what were you doing at Candice’s funeral?”
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