Chapter 35

FAST-FORWARDING THROUGH THE MESSAGES on my mom’s answering machine, there’s the same soft voice, hushed and understanding, saying, “Condition is deteriorating . . .” Saying, “Critical. . .” Saying, “Mother ...” Saying, “Intervene ...”

I just keep hitting the fast-forward button.
Still on the shelf for tonight, there’s Colleen Moore, whoever she was. There’s Constance Lloyd, whoever that is. There’s Judy Garland. There’s Eva Braun. What’s left is definitely the second string.
The voice on the message machine stops and starts.
“… been calling some of the fertility clinics listed in his mother’s diary ...” it says.
It’s Paige Marshall.
I rewind.
“Hello, this is Dr. Marshall,” she says. “I need to talk to Victor Mancini. Please tell Mr. Mancini that I’ve been calling some of the fertility clinics listed in his mother’s diary, and they all seem to be legitimate. Even the doctors are real.” She says, “The oddest part is that they get very upset when I ask them about Ida Mancini.”
She says, “This is looking like something more than just Mrs. Mancini’s fantasy.”
A voice in the background says, “Paige?”
A man’s voice.
“Listen,” she says. “My husband’s here, so would Victor Mancini please visit me at St. Anthony’s Care Center as soon as possible.”
The man’s voice says, “Paige? What are you up to? Why are you whispering—”
And the line goes dead.