One Grave Too Many

take care of it. I’m going to prescribe some pills for your pain.” He gave her a packet of papers. “We’ve discovered it’s better to give out a sheet listing what we want the patient to do, as well as tell them. Just follow the instructions.”
    “Thank you. Does this mean I can go home?”
    “Surely. But I’m serious when I say rest. And don’t get dehydrated. Don’t overdo the fluids either. I’ll be looking forward to the museum’s opening, and I want to see you in tip-top shape. When will that be, by the way?”
    “In just a couple of weeks.”
    “That’s great. You’ll probably be seeing a lot of me. Take care of yourself, and if you have any problems—blood in your urine, pain that the pills can’t take care of, nausea, headaches—call me. My number’s on the card in your packet.”
    “Thanks for your help. Oh, Dr. Renner. I have a question. It’s related to something else. Is it very common for children to be vegetarians?”
    “More common than I like to see. Growing children need a balanced diet, and you have to be a good vegetarian to be a successful one. It’s not a matter of eating only vegetables. Of course, some children are allergic to various foods and sometimes have to stay away from meats. True food allergies aren’t that common. What many people call allergies are really sensitivities. However, some children—and adults—are allergic to cow products, for instance. That includes beef.”
    “Allergies.” She hadn’t thought of that. That could be another thing that might help identify the remains. Perhaps her bones had a food allergy.
    “Thanks, Doctor. Please let me know when you’re coming to the museum and I’ll give you and your family a tour.”
    “I’ll do that. Maybe we can see some of the areas where you put things together.”
    “You would probably enjoy the conservation lab. I’ll be sure you get to see it.”
    When he left, Diane got dressed, wishing again she had clean clothes. While she waited for the nurse with her discharge papers, she walked down the hall to Star’s room. She wasn’t the only visitor. Crystal was there with her husband, Gil.

Chapter 28
    “Guard,” Star yelled. “Get them out of here.”
    But the guard was not on duty. Diane walked into the room. Crystal stood by Star with a sheaf of papers, trying to force a pen into Star’s hand.
    “You’d better leave,” said Diane. “If you don’t, you’ll be in more trouble than you want.”
    “Well, if it isn’t Frankie’s bone woman. Heard about you on television digging in ol’ Abercrombie’s carcass pile. Just what do you think you’re doing here?”
    “Running you out of Star’s room.”
    “This is my—granddaughter.” She almost choked on the word.
    “She’s trying to get me to sign over Mom and Dad’s property,” said Star.
    “I am not. This is just something to let me keep her money safe so the lawyers won’t get it all. I explained that to her.”
    “Even if you could coerce her into signing, it wouldn’t be legal. She’s a minor.”
    “Not no more. They’re going to try her as an adult.” Crystal nodded her head with emphasis.
    “That’s not a shortcut to majority. You’re attempting to coerce a minor. Now get out of here before her guardian comes and throws you out.”
    “I have more right to be here than you.”
    “You have absolutely no right to be here at all.” Frank stood in the doorway glaring at the McFarlands.
    As Crystal turned to Frank, Diane saw a phrase on one of the pages Crystal held. Diane snatched the papers from her hand without thinking.
    “Why, you damn bitch! What do you think you’re doing? Give those back.”
    Diane darted past her and made it to Frank, avoiding both Crystal and Gil grabbing at her. “This isn’t just to sign over property, this second page is a confession.”
    Star screeched. “You fucking sorry bitch. Take your boy toy and get the hell out of here.”
    The guard, an older heavyset man, rushed into the room. “What’s going on in here? Who are all you people?”
    “These two slipped in here and were trying to force Miss Boone to sign a confession,” said Frank, showing the new guard his badge. “I’m Miss Boone’s guardian.”
    “We’re just visiting our granddaughter.”
    “She’s not my grandmother. She’s just an old whore who can’t get anybody to fuck her except some no-butt moron.”
    “Star,” said Frank. “That’s enough.”
    “It’s true. Look at him. He’s so skinny