Legacy of Silence. Flo Fitzpatrick
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topic of conversation. She grinned for the first time that evening. She was definitely back in Alabama, where football was always the primary topic of conversation. Miranda spotted two couples conversing in the far corner of the room, but she hadn’t been introduced and didn’t feel comfortable intruding.
Farrah waved at her from the opposite side of the room, where she was chatting with Tim, Dave Brennan and the unanticipated duo of Cort Farber and Brett King.
Miranda shook hands with George, murmured something about having to discuss plans for an upcoming trip with her father then headed over to the fireplace to join the attorneys. Her dad and Dave were enjoying a heated discussion that appeared to be centered around the stupidity of hiring a new offensive line coach for the Crimson Tide, so she addressed Brett first. “Mr. King? I’m surprised to see you. Aren’t you deep in the enemy camp here?’
He chuckled. “Nah. Cort and I went to law school together. We happened to be having lunch together when Farrah called. I wangled an invite.”
Cort winked at Miranda. “I had to offer him something. He was extremely depressed after hearing that his favorite greyhound lost at the races. Not to mention he’s still sulking because our firm won a different contested will and I take great delight in repeatedly telling him he’s going to lose Miss Virginia’s case, as well. We’ve got a much stronger claim.”
Dave broke off his chat with Tim Nolan, frowned at his young associate and turned to address Miranda “I can’t discuss the inheritance with Mr. King at my shoulder, but I wondered if you and Mr. Gerik had been able to make any plans for the inventory process. I’d also like to apologize for the whole business turning chaotic thanks to Judge Rayborn. He’s quite the character. Likes folks to think he’s eccentric but there are many in the legal community who say he borders on nutcase. When I’m around his friends I stick to the word charming.”
Miranda grinned. “I’m in theater, Dave. I’ve met more than my share of offbeat characters—in scripts and off stage. As to the inventory, I’m going to sort everything into piles and tag it all with stickies that read recycling, charity, keep for now and the ever enjoyable dump as fast as you can.” She paused before adding, “Of course, this needs to be ironed out with my adversary.”
“Ah, yes. When are y’all getting together?” Dave asked.
“Tonight at nine. Just a prelim, but I can’t wait to get a closer look at the house.” Miranda didn’t mention that her anticipation at starting on the inventory kept centering on Mr. Gerik, rather than the objects at Virginia’s.
Farrah suddenly interjected, “What kind of price do you think you can get for the house?” She smiled at Brett. “Assuming she ends up the winner.”
The response came from George Miller, who’d managed to plant himself behind Miranda. “A good one. The market is bouncing back, and that house is a gem. Two-story, four bedrooms, three baths, a huge living room plus a parlor, which we now call a bonus room. There’s a usable attic, gorgeous trees all around the property and a deck in the back that only needs a little sealant to get it into shape. There’s even a storm cellar. I’d suggest an estate sale first...”
George glanced at Brett, which made Miranda wonder what the Realtor knew about the two wills.
“Whoever inherits, that is. You know, I’d imagine there’s a ton of antiques in that place,” George continued. “I’ve heard the piano alone is worth several thousand. Do you or Gerik have an appraiser yet?”
The lust in his voice made Miranda queasy. She spoke up before George could continue his verbal tour of the Radinski property. “I’m sure we can find one when the time comes. Now—no offense, y’all—can we change the subject? This all seems rather ghoulish to me since Miss Virginia has been dead less than a month. And from the very little I’ve read in her journal, she did not have a pleasant life.”
“What do you mean?” Cort asked.
“Oh.” Miranda immediately wished she’d kept silent but said, “Well...to begin with, she was in a concentration camp in Czechoslovakia. Her husband was killed there. Horrible.”
Tim winced. “No wonder she was so reclusive and seemed to prefer the company of children. Most of them don’t learn how to hate until they reach adolescence.”
“That’s a gloomy thought,” Dave said.
“It is, isn’t it?” Tim glanced at his daughter. “I feel woefully ignorant. I honestly didn’t know there were camps in the Czech Republic.”
Miranda nodded. “You’re not the only one who was clueless. I didn’t, either. I looked up Terezin online after I saw the name in her journal. It was very close to Prague, and it housed a lot of artists and musicians. Sounds almost nice, doesn’t it? Yet the death rate at that place was...” She swallowed. “So many talented people who lost their lives...” She smiled wanly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring this up. Miss Virginia’s spirit seems to be accompanying me everywhere.”
Farrah quickly became the good hostess. “Well, let’s hope her spirit leads you to some of her old recipe books. Tim has told me about the baked goods she used to share with everyone in that neighborhood. If you could find her kolache recipe I’d be the only caterer in the city who could deliver authentic Czech pastries.” She smiled. “I know there’s no way you’ll attempt to bake them.” Her tone changed almost imperceptibly, but Miranda swore she caught a whiff of superiority as Farrah added, “Miranda is the world’s worst cook. I’m hoping to get her to the point where she doesn’t have to exist on takeout once she’s back in Manhattan.”
Miranda gritted her teeth but casually said, “Might as well give that up as a lost cause. My schedule is usually too wacky for me to attempt making home-cooked meals. But Farrah, you’ll be pleased to know that I already found one recipe book in the short time I was in Virginia’s house. I’ll do my best to make sure you get it, even if I have to beg Russ Gerik to sell it to me. At any rate, I definitely don’t have use for it apart from reading, salivating and remembering devouring some of those goodies years ago.”
Farrah frowned. The men didn’t seem to notice any tension and began discussing Birmingham’s best restaurants. The debate over which local barbecue joint served the juiciest ribs and the closest to homemade biscuits was still raging when Farrah announced that dinner was ready and asked the guests to be seated in the formal dining room.
Dave Brennan offered Miranda his arm and led the way to the table. He pulled out a chair for her and quietly said, “Farrah Myers Nolan is a very fine chef and her catering business is taking Birmingham by storm. She appears to truly adore your father. That being said, she doesn’t know the first thing about dealing with a grown stepdaughter. My wife, Nancy, could certainly give her a few tips on mothering. I credit her with raising all five of our kids to be reasonably productive members of society who still feel free to come to us for advice and support. The most important thing—what Farrah needs to learn—is that you shouldn’t push.”
Miranda sank back against her chair. When Dave took his own seat next to her, she whispered, “Feel free to repeat that advice to my dad so he can deter Farrah from planning further ‘let’s find a date for Miranda’ parties. I’m not interested. Right now, I want to focus on doing the inventory with Mr. Gerik.”
Dave nodded. “Look, I haven’t met this Russell Gerik but if you’re at all uncomfortable looking through Virginia’s possessions with him, let me know and I’ll send over some eager paralegals or even new associates who’d be more than happy to play chaperone and hoist a box or two in order to impress me.” He gestured at Cort, who was seated across from them.
“Is he hiring me out again?” Cort snickered. “Honestly, it makes me feel so cheap.”
“I think you’re safe.” Miranda grinned. “I’ve only met Mr. Gerik once, but I didn’t get the impression I’d be working with the big bad wolf. He wasn’t exactly laying on the charm but he wasn’t howling at me, either. And I have to admit I’m looking forward to learning more about Miss Virginia.”