One Grave Too Many

he looks like somebody sliced off his butt. He can’t even fill out a pair of tight jeans.”
    “That’s enough,” Frank said again.
    “You’re going to fry, little girl, you’re going to fry, fry, fry. . . .” sang Gil McFarland, screwing up his face and bending his lanky frame in her direction.
    “All right, you’re out of here.” Frank took Gil by the arm and propelled him out the door. “You too, Crystal.”
    “You’ve not heard the last of this,” Crystal spat out, marching out of the room, joining her husband.
    “We can hope,” Star yelled after her.
    The guard stood for a moment as if waiting for someone to tell him what to do. “I just got here an hour ago,” he said. “They must have been watching for me to take a break.”
    “I’m sure,” said Frank.
    The guard took up his post at the door and Frank turned to Star. “What did I tell you about that mouth?”
    “They started it. Crystal’s mouth’s worse than mine.”
    “One of the nurses said something very wise to me about behaving according to your own principles and not someone else’s. Think about the kind of person you want to be when you open your mouth,” said Diane.
    “You’re not my mother.”
    “Star!” said Frank. “Diane’s gone to a lot of trouble on your behalf. You can treat her with some respect.”
    The way Star sat back on her pillows, her lips in a pout, hair mussed, and tied to the bed, she looked like she should be expecting an exorcist to arrive any minute.
    “Don’t you get it? Nothing’s going to do any good. Nothing. If I go to prison, at least I’ll have a place to live.”
    “Star, you have a place to live.”
    “Where? In that house by myself? I never want to set foot in it.”
    “With me—and Kevin when he’s with me. You have a home. When this is over, you’re going back to school and graduate and you can decide if you’d like to go to college. I’m going to get your life back for you. I need your cooperation.”
    Star stared at him for a long time. “You mean you’d let me live with you?”
    “Of course. We’ve known each other for a long time. Your father was my best friend. You’re like my niece—my daughter. Now, can you calm down a little?”
    “Did you see his face when I called him a no-butt moron?”
    “Star.”
    “Oka-ay.”
    “How are you feeling?”
    “I’d feel better if I weren’t tied to the bed. I’d like to get up and walk around. I get dizzy every time I get up.”
    “I’ve talked to the detectives in charge, and they consider you a flight risk. I’m sorry. I know it’s not fair.”
    “Did you tell them my arms are much too tired to attempt flight?”
    “Didn’t think of that. Star, when you’re feeling better, I want to talk to you about getting counseling, and getting off drugs.”
    “I don’t do drugs.” Frank looked at her. “I don’t. I smoke marijuana sometimes, that’s all.”
    “Marijuana’s a drug.”
    “No, it’s not, not like cocaine or ecstasy. It’s just a smoke. Did you know they used to call marijuana Mary Jane? I learned that in school.”
    “It destroys your brain cells. Did they teach you that?”
    “We’ll just have to agree to disagree.”
    “We’ll just have to stop smoking.”
    The nurse came in holding some papers. “They said you’d come down to visit Miss Boone,” she said to Diane. “I have your release papers. If you come with me, I’ll get a wheelchair and you can go home. Do you have someone to drive you?”
    “I have my car here,” she said.
    Both Frank and Star stared at Diane.
    “What’s she talking about?” asked Frank.
    “I stayed in the hospital last night. Someone mugged me outside my apartment. I’m fine, just a few bruises.”
    “Why didn’t you call me? Are you all right?”
    “Yes, I’m fine. I’m going home right now. I’ve got to call Jonas and tell him I’ll be late.”
    “You’ll be staying home and resting,” said the nurse. “That’s what the doctor ordered.”
    “I’ll drive you home,” said Frank.
    “No. I’m fine, really. Stay here with Star. I’ll talk to you later.” Diane started to follow the nurse out.
    “I’ll come by your apartment in a few minutes,” said Frank.
    When she was almost out the door, Diane thought she heard Star say she was sorry.
    Diane managed to get home, but the steps up to her apartment were uncomfortable and she longed for an elevator. Inside, she locked and chained the door, took a pain pill, changed clothes and made