J. Jance - Kiss the Bees

On this hazy, and already hot summer morning in early June, David Ladd drove both ways. Leaving behind his upstairs carriage house apartment with its magnificent view of Lake Michigan, he pulled up to the side entrance of his grandmother's oversized mansion in Astrid's aging but equally oversized 1988 DeVille. She came out onto the porch and stood waiting, leaning heavily on her cane, while David hustled out of the car and helped her into the rider's side.

"I can't believe you're done with school already," Astrid said as he eased her into the leather seat. "Three whole years! The time just flew by, didn't it? I'm going to miss you desperately, Davy. You don't know how much."

Actually, Davy did know. The drafty old house was far too big for Astrid. In fact, most of the upstairs and part of the ground floor had been closed off for years, since long before Davy appeared on the scene. Several times during his sojourn at Northwestern, David Ladd had hinted to his grandmother that maybe it was time for her to consider unloading the family home. He suggested that she might enjoy moving into a more reasonably sized condo, one that didn't require nearly as much upkeep. Astrid had dismissed the idea out of hand, and after the second rejection Davy hadn't mentioned it again.

"And I'm going to miss that lovely Candace," Astrid continued. "I probably shouldn't, but I can't help thinking of her as a granddaughter."

That wasn't news. Astrid Ladd had never been one to keep her feelings or opinions to herself. Her unbridled enthusiasm for Candace Waverly-of the Oak Park Waverlys, as Astrid was fond of adding when introducing Candace and Davy to one of her upscale friends-was also well known.

"I'm going to miss her, too," David managed.

"How much?"

"What do you mean, how much?"

"You know what I mean," Astrid said slyly. "Are you or are you not going to give her a ring before you leave town?"

Astrid Ladd had promised her grandson a free ride at Northwestern's law school if he wanted to go there to study. That "free ride" had included everything-tuition, books, living expenses, food, a place to stay, laundry privileges, and even a car-but it had been far from free. The cost had come in terms of three years spent living his life under Astrid Ladd's watchful scrutiny, under her eye, ear, and thumb. Astrid's far too conscientious mothering as well as Chicago's uncompromising weather-summer and winter both-were the main reasons David Ladd was anxious to go back home to Arizona.

Candace Waverly was the single reason he wanted to stay in Chicago.

"No, Grandma," he said. "No ring. We're not ready for that yet."

"But you told me that you're… what did you call it?"

"Going out," David supplied. "But that doesn't mean we're serious."

"I wish it did," Astrid said wistfully. "Because I'm willing to help, you know."

Davy kept his eyes on the road. "Grandma," he said patiently, "you already put me through law school. And you just gave me a Jeep Grand Cherokee for graduation. How much more help could you be?"

"You'd be surprised, Davy," Astrid Ladd said determinedly. "There are one or two more things I could do."

"Grandma, believe me, you've done enough."

They turned off Sheridan Road onto Dempster. Astrid waited until they stopped for a light. "Hold out your hand," she commanded.

Sighing, David Ladd obeyed. With a deft twist, Astrid removed a knuckle-sized diamond ring from her finger and dropped it into the palm of her grandson's hand. "You could give Candace this," she said.

"That's your engagement ring, Grandma," Davy protested. "I can't take that." He tried returning it to her. Astrid took it, but instead of keeping it, she leaned over and dropped it into his shirt pocket.

"Why not?" she returned. "Who else is there? You're my grandson and my only living heir. Who else would I leave it to but you? That's why I don't want to sell the house, either. I plan to give it to you and Candace as a wedding present, you see."

Her voice broke. She sounded close to tears. With a lump in his own throat, David almost drove the DeVille into a passing truck. "You can't be serious, Grandma," he protested.

"I'm serious as can be, Davy. If you pass the bar in Illinois and go into practice, in five years, you'll make partner, especially with Richard Waverly's connections. You and Candace will need an address like mine to help establish your place in the community. You'll need to fix it up some, decorate it to suit you and all that, but that'll be a lot less expensive than buying new."

"Grandmother," David Ladd said carefully, wanting to be firm, but not wanting to hurt her feelings. "I don't want to practice law here. I want to go home, to Arizona."

Astrid tossed her head. "I can't imagine why," she said crossly. "I don't know how regular people can tolerate living in that godforsaken place. I remember when your grandfather Garrison and I went out there for your father's memorial service-it wasn't even a funeral, mind you. It was so ungodly hot. I don't know when I've ever been more miserable."

It would have been simple to talk about the weather. David Ladd was an expert on that. He had suffered more from both heat and cold during his three years in Illinois than he could ever remember enduring in the desert back home. Although this was only the second week of June, Chicago was already soldiering through the first real heat wave of summer.

During the previous week, afternoon daytime temperatures had hovered in the mid-nineties with humidity much the same-mid-nineties. And although the humidity was that high, the weather forecasts held no hope of rain or relief. Davy was looking forward to Arizona. At least there, the heat was honest. When the summer rainstorms came, evening temperatures could drop as much as twenty degrees in a matter of minutes. In Chicago, the sweltering, smothering heat never let up. And rain, when it came, seemed to make things worse, not better.

At that moment, however, David Ladd couldn't afford the luxury of a digression into weather. His grandmother had issued a serious challenge, one that had to be met head-on.

"It's a wonderful offer, Grandma," he said at last. "It really is, and it's a wonderful house. But I can't see myself living there."

"You can't?" She sounded shocked. "Why not?"

"Because it wouldn't ever be really mine," David answered. "I wouldn't feel like I had earned it."

"That's not it," Astrid said sharply. "It's because of your mother, isn't it? Diana has always resented me, and now she's turned you against me, too."

"That's not true, Grandmother. Not at all."

David turned into the club entrance and then stopped at the front door to let Astrid out. The place wasn't all that full, so there were plenty of parking places. Even so, by the time he made it into the dining room, Astrid had already finished her first Bloody Mary and had started on the second.

David Ladd sighed. For a farewell celebration, it was not an auspicious beginning.

Lani Walker left a note for her parents on the kitchen table. "Have fun at the banquet. Remember, Jess and I are going to that dueling bands concert at the Community Center tonight. Her parents are giving us a ride both to and from. I shouldn't be too late, but don't wake me for breakfast. Tomorrow's my day off."

The Tucson Mountains loomed in deep shadows against a rosy sky when Lani rode her bike up to Mr. Vega's parking place. She had worried overnight that maybe he wouldn't show up, but he was there with his easel already set up by the time she braked the mountain bike next to his station wagon.

"Nice hat," he said. "And nice shirt, too, but you're right. Those clothes make you look more like a cowgirl than an Indian."

"Hardly anybody wears feathers anymore," Lani told him. "And most of the people who go around in leather ride motorcycles."