By a Spider's Thread: A Tess Monaghan Novel

BOOK: By a Spider's Thread: A Tess Monaghan Novel
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By
a
Spider’s
Thread
Laura Lippman

For David and Ethan,

with gratitude for the crash course in fathers and sons,
not to mention the Advanced Mission Battleship strategy

If God lived on earth,
people would knock out all His windows.

YIDDISH PROVERB
Evil inclination is at first as slender as a spider’s thread,
and then strong as a rope.

TALMUDIC PROVERB
Contents
 

EPIGRAPH

SEPTEMBER
     They were in one of the “I” states when Zeke told Isaac he…

WEDNESDAY

1
Tess Monaghan had been a high school senior when her…

2
Tess found a toehold on a metal handle jutting from the…

3
Natalie enjoyed picking out new names for the children…

THURSDAY

4
Tess had never doubted she was a highly suggestible person.

5
The numbers Vera Peters had for Lana Wishnia proved to be…

6
A half bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape turned out to be…

7
Lana Wishnia balanced Tess’s hands on her fingertips, clearly…

8
The twins sat on the edge of one of the double beds, backs…

FRIDAY

9
Tess — I know it’s commonly believed that Jewish dietary law was…

10
Tess stopped off at the Hampden Post Office before her…

11
Like an old lady who didn’t trust banks, Baltimore sometimes…

12
What the
fuck
are you doing?”

13
Tess sat in Rubin’s office chair for the next hour, hitting the…

SATURDAY

14
Tess’s Uncle Donald winced when he entered the Kibbitz…

15
Good news, bad news,” Gretchen said over the unreliable…

16
Natalie leaned against a table in the automatic laundry in…

17
Mark Rubin’s house was a starkly modern box of glass and…

SUNDAY

18
I thought you said I could wear black,” Tess said, standing on a…

19
The little boy was looking for his father.

MONDAY

20
By Monday morning Tess was on the road, her breasts safely…

21
Stereotypes persist for a reason, Tess decided on her way back…

22
Isaac was lying in the trunk, thinking about Anne Frank. He…

TUESDAY

23
Tess made a game of tracking down the four local felons…

24
Do you know when I realized I was going to be a thief when…

25
For once Natalie held her ground and insisted on a motel at…

WEDNESDAY

26
Tess moved her Alden across the water with swift, sure…

27
The Garrett County authorities were polite, almost…

THURSDAY

28
Zeke was distracted when they entered the city limits of New…

29
Tess had been parked outside Adrian’s for almost two…

30
Isaac noticed the car first because it was a Mini Cooper, a gold…

31
The Roy Rogers at the rest stop wasn’t kosher, not that it…

32
It was well past dusk by the time Lana pulled into the shopping…

FRIDAY

33
The manicurist still had the upper hand.

MONDAY

34
It took Mark Rubin less than seventy-two hours to get the…

35
Two things kept Tess from walking out on Mark Rubin in a…

36
Zeke had taken Natalie and the kids for an early supper…

37
But I asked you,” Tess said, her voice a little whiny even to her…

TUESDAY

38
Tess checked in with Mark at 9:00
A.M.
, and found him at…

39
Isaac sat as far forward on the seat as his seat belt would allow,…

40
Tess couldn’t decide if she should be relieved or in despair…

NOVEMBER

41
Katherine Frances Monaghan married Tyner Francis Gray…

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALSO BY LAURA LIPPMAN

CREDITS

COVER

COPYRIGHT

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

T
hey were in one of the “I” states when Zeke told Isaac he had to ride in the trunk for a little while. Zeke announced this new plan in what Isaac thought of as his fakey voice, big and hollow, with too much air in it. This was the voice Zeke used whenever Isaac’s mother was nearby. He used a very different one when she couldn’t hear.

“You brought this on yourself, buckaroo,” Zeke said, securing the suitcases to the roof of the car, then making a nest in the center of the trunk. When Isaac just stared at the space that had been created, not sure what Zeke wanted him to do, Zeke picked him up under the arms, swinging him into the hole as if Isaac weighed nothing at all. “See, plenty of room.”

“Put down a blanket,” Isaac’s mother said, but she didn’t object to the trunk idea, didn’t say it was wrong or that she wouldn’t allow it. She didn’t even mind that Zeke had stolen the blanket from the motel room. She just stood there with Penina and Efraim huddled close to her, looking disappointed. That was the last thing Isaac saw before Zeke closed the trunk: his mother’s face, sad and stern, as if Isaac were the bad one, as if he had caused all the trouble. So unfair. He was the one who was trying to do the right thing.

The trunk was bigger than Isaac expected, and he was not as frightened as he thought he would be. It was too bad it was such an old car. A new one, like his father’s, might have an emergency light inside, or even a way to spring the lock. His father had shown him these features in his car after he found Isaac playing with the buttons on his key ring — popping the trunk, locking and unlocking the Cadillac’s doors. Isaac’s mother had yelled, saying the key ring wasn’t a toy, that he would break it or burn out the batteries, but Isaac’s father had shown Isaac everything about his new car, even under the hood. That was his father’s way. “Curiosity didn’t kill the cat,” his father said. “Not getting answers to his questions was what got the cat in trouble.” His father had even shut himself in the trunk and shown Isaac how to get out again.

But this car was old, very old, the oldest car Isaac had ever known, probably older than Isaac. It didn’t have airbags, or enough seat belts in the backseat. Isaac kept hoping a policeman might pull them over one day because of the seat belts. Or maybe a toll taker would report his mother for holding one of the twins in her lap in the front seat, which she did when they fussed. But there were no tolls here, not on the roads that Zeke drove. Isaac was trying so hard to keep track — they had started out in Indiana, and then they went to Illinois, but Isaac was pretty sure that they had come back to Indiana in the past week. Or they could still be in Illinois, or even as far west as Iowa. It was hard to see differences here in the middle of the country, where everything was yellow and the towns had strange names that were hard to pronounce.

It was hard to tell time, too, without school marking the days off, without a calendar on the kitchen wall, without Shabbat reminding you that another week had ended. Would God understand about missing Shabbat? If God knew everything, did he know it wasn’t Isaac’s fault that he wasn’t going to yeshiva? Or was it up to Isaac to find a way to pray no matter what, the way his father did when he traveled for business? Now, this was the kind of conversation his father loved. He would have started pulling books from the shelves in his study, looking for various rabbis’ opinions. And, whatever the answer was, his father would have made Isaac feel okay, would have assured him that he was doing his best, which was all God expected. That was his father’s way, to answer Isaac’s questions and make him feel better.

His father knew everything, or close enough. He knew history and the Torah, math and science. He knew lots of terrific old war movies and westerns, and the names of all the Orioles, past and present. Best of all, he could talk about the night sky as if it were a story in a book, telling the stories that the Greeks and Indians had told themselves when they looked at the same stars.

“Does Orion ever catch the bull?” Isaac had asked his father once. Of course, that had been when he was little, six or seven. He was nine now, going into the fourth grade, or supposed to be. He wouldn’t ask such a question now.

“Not yet,” his father had said, “but you never know. After all, if the universe is really shrinking, he may catch up with him still.”

That had scared Isaac, the part about the universe shrinking, but his father had said it wasn’t something he needed to worry about. But Isaac worried about everything, especially now. He worried about Lyme disease and West Nile virus and whether Washington, D.C., would get a baseball team, which his dad said might not be so good for the Orioles. He worried about the twins, who had started talking this weird not-quite-English to each other.

Mostly, though, he worried about Zeke and how to get away from him.

Despite being locked in the trunk, bouncing and bumping down the road, Isaac wasn’t sorry that he had tried to talk to the guard man. His only mistake was letting his mother see him do it. If the line in the bank had been longer, if it hadn’t moved so fast, he might have had time to explain himself. Why did lines move fast only when you didn’t want them to?

The guard was in a corner. He was old, really old, and he didn’t look very strong, but he had a gun. Glancing around, Isaac had sidled over to him and tugged at the man’s sleeve. But when the man looked at him, Isaac’s mind went blank. He had no idea what to say. It was complicated, what had happened. He wasn’t even sure exactly what had happened. His mother said it was okay, to trust her, that everything was going to be wonderful pretty soon. She had a reason for doing what she did. He was just too young to understand. He had to trust her, he had to be patient. She said this over and over and over again.

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