Catch a Falling Knife

club present. I had invited them, with Sandra’s concurrence. The stripper, or exotic dancer as she preferred to be called, was Cherub, and of course Lefty was the owner. They were on their best behavior. Lefty wore one of his beautiful ties and carried on an intelligent, high-level conversation. Cherub wore more clothes than some of the women Albert had invited to past brunches and talked about cars with Winston.
    Mark had been carried off in an ambulance from Club Cavalier without answering any questions. I had talked to him several times since, but not about Donna because he needed peace and rest. Now that he felt better, I debated whether it was a good idea to bring up the subject. Albert beat me to it.
    “I thought you were more intelligent than to go on a date with a murderer,” Albert said to Mark, half seriously.
    Mark smiled, ruefully. “I didn’t know she was a murderer then. I had bought into the theory that Eric killed Elise. She called me at the restaurant and said she had more information for me. She pushed the right button and I jumped.”
    “And it was logical for you to have your meeting at Club Cavalier.”
    “Lots of business meetings are held at Club Cavalier,” Lefty said.
    “We take good care of businessmen,” Cherub added.
    Mark looked uncomfortable and would have welcomed further interruption, but he couldn’t get out of answering.
    “Donna said the Club was important. I guess I shouldn’t have let her call all the shots, if you’ll pardon the expression.”
    “She was trying to convince you that she was good and Elise was bad,” Sandra said, putting a protective arm around Mark. “Before she killed you and then killed herself, which was her idea of a tragic but poetic solution to the mess she was in.”
    We had to go through some sort of a catharsis to rid ourselves of our association with Elise’s murder, just as I had had to rid myself of the smell of the garbage I had played in at Club Cavalier. Talking about the murder was perhaps the best way to do that, as long as it didn’t cause any new problems between Sandra and Mark. But Albert, who had been the least involved in the investigation, asked a lot of questions.
    He knew about Donna’s poem, but he wanted a more logical and less poetic explanation about why Donna had killed Elise and how Eric fit into the picture. I drew the short straw and had to answer.
    “The whole thing is rather complicated,” I said, trying to come up with a reasonable answer. “Donna and Eric had some sort of a relationship before the murder. Donna cultivated Eric, hoping that Eric would convince Elise that she needed Donna’s help to succeed as a singer. Donna worshipped Elise on one level, while at the same time she hated her success with singing and with men such as Mark—remember, this is Donna’s view—because Donna had a crush on Mark.”
    “But Elise charged Mark with harassment,” Albert said, puzzled.
    I was getting close to things I shouldn’t talk about. “Donna filtered that to fit her own theory, which was that Elise made a play for Mark, something that Donna could never have done, at least at that time. I don’t know what Donna thinks Elise and Mark did together, but I’m sure she thinks that Elise filed the harassment charge because she saw it as a way to explain to her boyfriend, Ted, why she wasn’t a virgin. In reality, Elise had had a previous lover. Donna’s imaginings were probably not that far from the truth, except that of course Mark fended Elise off.” I was glad I wouldn’t have to testify to that in court.
    “Since Donna couldn’t be Elise, or at least be her partner, she killed her,” Albert said, thoughtfully.
    Good. Now if only Albert had enough sensitivity not to say anything more about Mark and Elise.
    “Donna became Elise, temporarily,” Cherub said, “by pretending that she was the Shooting Star.”
    “That’s the best explanation I’ve heard yet,” I said, looking at Cherub with new respect. “But as far as events leading up to the murder, Elise had just made plans to sing with a band for the second summer in a row. She didn’t need Donna for anything and Donna knew it.”
    Albert looked at Mark and said, “I understand that the harassment charge against you has been dropped.”
    “Yes,” Mark said. “Apparently I’m off the hook. I have been asked to resume my teaching duties. Whoopee.”
    “Are you going back?”
    Mark shook his head. “Apologies to all the educators