{"id":1311,"date":"2012-06-29T10:29:15","date_gmt":"2012-06-29T15:29:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fanagrams.com\/blog\/?p=1311"},"modified":"2012-06-29T10:39:53","modified_gmt":"2012-06-29T15:39:53","slug":"clean-plate-club-murder-mystery-chapters-33-34","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fanagrams.com\/blog\/2012\/06\/clean-plate-club-murder-mystery-chapters-33-34\/","title":{"rendered":"Clean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapters 33-34"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 33<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left the car in the visitor\u2019s parking lot and crossed the busy street to Sylvia Wister\u2019s studio. The store front windows featured a display of her Family Photography Project with a description of the program. Funded by the National Endowment for the Arts, the program provided an opportunity for students to take pictures with their incarcerated parents. For those in the minimum security wing, the families were grouped together, kids sitting on the laps of their parents in prison garb. For more serious offenders, there were more creative poses of a father\u2019s face reflected in the security glass as a child sat on the other side of the divider looking in. The featured picture in the center of the display showed two families together, a correction officer\u2019s and an inmate\u2019s, a bizarre picture of togetherness. But the most striking thing about the display was the style of the pictures \u2013 they looked uncannily like Goddard Todd\u2019s photography exhibit. I wondered if Sylvia had actually taken Goddard\u2019s Sib and Self pictures \u2013 after all they were decidedly different from his more mundane travel photos. Perhaps he had stayed in touch with Sylvia Wister all these years, and came to this studio every year with his sister to have a Christmas card taken. My instincts also told me that this is where Goddard and Dessa were probably hiding out.<\/p>\n

There was a small note on the front door, which indicated that the studio was closed until further notice \u201cfor personal reasons.\u201d The note listed a phone number that people could call and leave a message and she would try to return your call, but \u201cdon\u2019t get your hopes up.\u201d I thought perhaps the note referred to Penny\u2019s funeral yesterday, so I rang the bell and jiggled the door. No luck. I peered in the window and saw a disorganized clutter of lighting equipment and backdrops. There were a couple of ratty couches facing each other. Both had several pillows at one end and a scrunched up blanket at the other end and looked very lived in. I walked around to the back \u2013 there was no garage and no cars, just a small apron for parking. Then I did what I\u2019ve always hated \u2013 started looking through the garbage. There were several bags and cups from different fast food places \u2013 McDonald\u2019s, Arby\u2019s, Taco Bell and a few pizza boxes. Definitely more food than one woman could eat. And then I found a receipt from a Chinese restaurant which showed three entrees. Bingo \u2013 it was always nice when pieces started falling together.<\/p>\n

Chapter 34<\/strong><\/p>\n

I went back to the front of the store and decided to eat my lunch on Sylvia\u2019s stoop.\u00a0 Perhaps a student might come by, it was worth a try.\u00a0 I grabbed the sack lunch Fanny had made for me, which was now toasty warm from sitting in the locked car under the hot sun.\u00a0 By now the deviled eggs had smooshed, as Fanny had predicted, so I opened the sandwich and smeared them onto the BLT.\u00a0 As I was revamping the sandwich, I caught a small piece of paper\u00a0as it fluttered away.\u00a0 I smiled when I saw that Fanny had slipped a note in with my sandwich, \u201cKeep on Truckin\u2019\u201d it said.\u00a0 Fanny of course knew that was Dad\u2019s favorite song, and one time, she had invented her own exaggerated \u201ctrucking\u201d gait with her arms flapping like a chicken.\u00a0 Dad and I nearly died laughing.\u00a0 Fanny also knew that Dad used to slip in notes into the school lunches he packed for me \u2013 some were standard issue things, like \u201cI love you,\u201d or \u201cI am so proud of you.\u201d\u00a0 But often he would put in weird quirky notes like \u201cnever smell your fingers,\u201d \u201cif things were different they wouldn\u2019t be the same\u201d or \u201chonk if you love Jesus.\u201d\u00a0 And then he would sign them with a variety of spellings of Blue \u2013 bleu, blew, bloo, baloo, bahlu.\u00a0\u00a0 Dad also loved limericks, and these would occasionally appear.\u00a0 I always suspected that Dad had a smutty sense of humor, confirmed after he died when I found a whole series of books filled with dirty limericks.\u00a0 His limericks to me were always cute, with at most a gentle sense of potty humor.\u00a0 I still remember one of them:<\/p>\n

I named my daughter Liza Blue<\/p>\n

If you had the opportunity wouldn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n

Her eyes tell you why,<\/p>\n

The color of ocean and sky<\/p>\n

The most beautiful, resplendent clue.<\/p>\n

A passing shadown interrupted my thoughts.\u00a0 It was a teenage girl, presumably a student.\u00a0 She was wearing a plaid skirt, knee socks and a white shirt, which under other circumstances might look like a chaste school uniform from a Catholic school, except this skirt was impossibly short, the shirt impossibly tight and short, and the knee socks had multiple runs in them, presumably intentional.\u00a0 I quickly reminded myself that the skirt, if not the shirt and socks, might have been something that I would have worn at the same age.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello,\u201d I said, I am just borrowing Sylvia\u2019s stoop for a quick bite to eat.\u00a0 I was hoping that I might run into her.\u00a0 Have you seen her?\u201d<\/p>\n

The girl sized me up and said, \u201cLike the note says, she\u2019s out of town.\u00a0 She just asked me to stop by and pick up her mail.\u00a0 Don\u2019t know when she is coming back.\u00a0 Who did you say you were?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I think that we have a mutual acquaintance in Penny Knox, and I am also interested in learning more about her photography and family history projects \u2013 I am a teacher in Coalinga, and I think that this type of project might work in my school.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever heard of Penny Knox.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry you might know her as Penny Piccinini, but more recently she has been using her father\u2019s name.\u00a0 She was on your school council.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe school council is a joke, the only reason that you would want to be on that committee is that you got out of a mandatory study hall. Yeah, so sure I know who Penny is, but you must not knew her very well because she\u2019s dead.\u00a0 Someone ran her over with a car in Santa\u00a0Rosa.\u00a0 That\u2019s supposed to be a safe town you know, if you are going to get killed, it is usually happens\u00a0here in Cutter City.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Penny\u2019s death is an absolute tragedy.\u00a0 That\u2019s where I met her in Santa Rosa, and I went to her funeral yesterday.\u00a0 Did you know Penny well, I didn\u2019t see you at the funeral, but they did have it during school hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI sort of knew Penny, she was a couple of grades ahead of me, but we did work together on the family history project.\u00a0 Penny was really into that \u2013 I think that she was working on a special project for Sylvia, they spent a lot of time together, but I haven\u2019t seen her for the past couple of months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSince Sylvia is out of town, perhaps you can tell me about the project.\u00a0 I understand it had something to do with using the computer to track down your ancestors,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well my family is a total mess \u2013 I\u2019m living with my grandmother, my mother is sometimes around, but mostly not, and my father is in the prison here.\u00a0 So Sylvia\u2019s idea is we could always find someone in our family to look up to.\u00a0 It worked out really well for me, I discovered a great uncle on my mother\u2019s side of the family and he has been really nice, sent me a bit of money, and I am going to visit him this summer.\u00a0 He lives in Sacramento, and I did a Google search on his house, and it looks like it has a pool and everything.\u00a0 Penny struck out with her family, although she said that it did bring her closer to her father, but she found out that he is really a jerk, could care less about her, which I think should\u2019ve been pretty obvious if he had already ignored her whole life.\u00a0 But then I think that Penny started to do research on Sylvia\u2019s family, just for fun as a surprise for her \u2013 not sure what she found, but that is when she took off for Santa Teresa.\u00a0 Can\u2019t imagine that she fit in very well there.\u00a0 Do they have tattoos in Santa Teresa?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell I think that you are mostly right, but you\u2019ve got to admit that Penny would stick out most places, lots of ink and piercings at a young age will make you distinctive,\u201d I replied trying to be a nonjudgmental as possible.\u00a0 \u201cI think that I have other mutual acquaintances with Sylvia.\u00a0 Have you ever met a Goddard and Dessa Todd?\u00a0 They live in Santa Teresa, and actually Dessa was a friend of Penny\u2019s and I thought they might be staying with Sylvia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you again?\u00a0 Are you a cop or something?\u00a0 I\u2019m not going to be talking about Sylvia\u2019s life.\u00a0 You know someone ratted her out and got her fired from school for the stupidest thing, and we lost the best teacher we ever had.\u201d\u00a0 With that the girl twirled and walked away.\u00a0 The twirl was just defiant enough to reveal red thong underwear.<\/p>\n

Chapter 33<\/strong><\/p>\n

Now I was accumulating enough crumbs of information.\u00a0 It reminded me of doing a jigsaw puzzle, which at first seems intimidating.\u00a0 But there is always a critical point, when I\u2019ve put in just enough pieces and there is a diminishing number of loose pieces on the table.\u00a0 Suddenly the rest of the pieces start falling together at an accelerating pace and I know that the end is in sight \u2013 the completion of the Amish farm scene, the Greek village, the alpine meadow.\u00a0 It\u2019s always exciting, and I felt that this case was approaching that point.\u00a0 Penny was researching Sylvia\u2019s family and it took her to Santa Teresa, where she did some personal sleuthing amongst the Todds.\u00a0 The stolen hairbrush from Simba Todd, the break-in at Henry Murphy\u2019s and at Goddard\u2019s art gallery.\u00a0 It just had to be \u2013 Penny was looking for DNA samples to prove some sort of connection.\u00a0 And then there was the ongoing relationship of Goddard with Sylvia \u2013 there must be some sort of connection between Sylvia and the Todds.\u00a0 I remembered Goddard\u2019s offhand comment that on one of teenage\u00a0prowls he had run into his father coming out of a bar with a woman \u2013 I wouldn\u2019t be surprised if Sam had multiple affairs, and perhaps one was with Sylvia.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t know if Sylvia had her own children, but remembered that she was absent from the high school yearbook for a year or two.\u00a0 Maybe she had a child by Sam, or maybe she had a child and was uncertain of the father, or maybe she had a totally secret life that Penny stumbled upon.<\/p>\n

I was uncertain of my next steps and decided to sit in the car with the air conditioning on to ponder, rehash, mull, and ruminate.\u00a0 The car was like a furnace when I got in, and the key almost burned in my hand.\u00a0 The blast of frigid air made the sweat running down my neck feel cold and refreshing, and I decided to first clear my mind by answering my phone messages.\u00a0 One was from Mary, \u201cLiza, I am up here at Skye Island with your friend Nick Nichol.\u00a0 Why didn\u2019t you introduce us earlier, we are having the best time, and have toasted you with champagne.\u201d\u00a0 Then Nick\u2019s voice came up, \u201cLiza, Mary is great, she has the best ideas for this development.\u00a0 I can\u2019t wait to tell you more about it tomorrow.\u201d\u00a0 I then heard two glasses clink underscored by giggling.\u00a0 I had never been a match maker before, and I would have thought that two socially ambitious people would clash more often than mesh, but there was always next week.<\/p>\n

The next message was from Simba.\u00a0 \u201cLiza I took your advice and stopped by Great Days to see my mother.\u00a0 Heartbreaking, and I think that it is more important than ever that I have a sit down with my brother.\u00a0 Please call me when you get a chance.\u201d\u00a0 This whole family dynamic was splitting into two separate pieces, first the Sylvia-Goddard-Dessa axis, and then the Henry-Simba-Dessa axis.\u00a0 There was probably an enlightening Venn diagram in there someplace, but for the moment it eluded me.\u00a0 The best step was probably to set up the relationships on the white board at Ralph and Fanny\u2019s and see if anything popped.\u00a0 But I might as well make one more stop in Cutter City.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t see much hope in talking with Johnny Knox, but thought that I might get lucky with Penny\u2019s \u00a0mother.\u00a0 I wished I had written down Piccinini when I was in the library, and I had a few false starts before I got the correct number and sequence of i\u2019s, c\u2019s and n\u2019s, but there it was in anywho.com, a Carla Piccinini with both address and telephone.\u00a0 My call went straight to an answering machine \u2013 a weary sounding voice said, \u201cYes, it\u2019s Carla here, and it is difficult for me to answer the phone now.\u00a0 You can leave a message if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

This message didn\u2019t seem too promising, so I decided to drop by.\u00a0 Carla\u2019s house was close to the prison, and was the most dilapidated house on a very crummy and crumbling street.\u00a0 There was a sagging porch with peeling paint hosting a couple of dingy looking plastic chairs.\u00a0 Several windows had ripped screens.\u00a0 The shades were drawn, but many were lopsided.\u00a0 The side yard was enclosed by a chain link fence with a large post in the middle of it.\u00a0 A dog must have been leashed there, because there was a well worn circular path around the post.\u00a0 I rang the doorbell, but heard no sound and assumed the buzzer was broken, so I knocked on the door and tried to peak through the grimy window.\u00a0 There were stacks of newspapers covering every flat surface, floors, tables, sofas, so that there was only a little path extending from into the kitchen, which was stacked with plates.\u00a0 Penny, poor kid.<\/p>\n

I had just about given up when I saw a woman carrying a bag of groceries being dragged down the street by a large black dog.\u00a0 This must be Carla, I thought.\u00a0 \u201cCan I help you,\u201d I said, \u201cit looks like you\u2019ve really got your hands full.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, take the leash and put him into the dog run.\u00a0 Shouldn\u2019t have taken him out.\u00a0 He just gets spoiled and wants more.\u00a0 Never could teach him the difference between a right and a privilege.\u201d\u00a0 \u00a0She slapped the leash into my hand, barely looked at me and continued on into the house.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s his name,\u201d I called after her.<\/p>\n

She called back to me over her shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cNever got around to naming him.\u00a0 I just called him Dog, or actually Your Dog, since he belonged to my daughter, but she\u2019s never coming back now.\u201d\u00a0 Carla disappeared inside<\/p>\n

I dragged the reluctant dog back into the pen and clipped his leash onto the pole, and he immediately started to pace back and forth in the well worn path in a demonstration of utter futility.\u00a0 I walked back toward the house to return the leash, and knocked on the door.\u00a0 \u201cHere is your leash, but are you Penny\u2019s mom?\u00a0 I was actually coming to meet you.\u00a0 I met Penny in Santa Teresa, and I liked her very much and wanted to extend my condolences.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew my Penny in Santa Teresa?\u00a0 Did she mention me, give you my name?\u00a0 You know, she moved out of here about 4 months ago, just up and went to be with her father,\u201d she said with a snort.\u00a0 \u201cAll of a sudden she wants to be with her asshole father, who has never given me a dime in my life.\u00a0 It\u2019s always been just the two of us and we were getting by and then that teacher ruined everything.\u00a0 What right did she have to tell Penny that she had a family?\u00a0 I was her family and then suddenly I wasn\u2019t good enough.\u201d\u00a0 Carla was now standing on her porch sipping a beer.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019d ask you in, but I haven\u2019t had to time to clean up, actually, I never have time to clean up, and now it just doesn\u2019t seem to be worth it at all.\u00a0 I can offer you a beer, I suppose.\u00a0 Who did you say you were?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Liza, and I met Penny in Santa Teresa when she asked me to help her find a friend of hers who had gone missing, a Dessa Todd.\u00a0 I am still looking for Dessa, and thought that you might be able to help me.\u00a0 But I also want to say that I really liked Penny and I am sincere about my condolences \u2013 for a mother to lose her only daughter, I can\u2019t even imagine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what are you a private investigator?\u00a0 I almost hired one of your guys once to tail that Johnny Knox, but could never afford it.\u00a0 How could Penny afford your services?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never really got a chance to help her, because she had that tragic accident.\u00a0 Do you know what she was doing in Santa Teresa?\u201d<\/p>\n

Carla now motioned me to sit down, but as I descended into the chair she said, \u201cWatch out, the plastic is ripped on that one.\u00a0 That chair is really only for show to make it look I could have company, which I never do.\u00a0 Why don\u2019t we both just sit on the stoop.\u00a0 Cement is more reliable.\u201d<\/p>\n

We sat down and Carla pulled out a cigarette and inhaled deeply and slowly let the smoke out.\u00a0 I sensed that she would be willing to talk out of loneliness or the need to vent.\u00a0 After the second exhale, she began.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat teacher \u2013Wooster, Whisper \u2013 whatever her name was started the whole thing about Family History.\u00a0 I had never really told Penny about her father \u2013 what was the point, Johnny Knox was just going to disappoint her, but there she was in my face every night just nagging away at me to tell her about her father.\u00a0 I could have told her that I didn\u2019t know who her father was, that he could be any number of men.\u00a0 I thought about it, but then what would that say about me?\u00a0 So I told her that her father lived here in Cutter City, and then Penny could not be stopped, so I gave her Johnny Knox\u2019s name.\u00a0 So then what does she do \u2013 apparently she doesn\u2019t believe me, so she sneaks over to his house, steals his hairbrush, and sends in a DNA test. \u00a0That really pissed me off, you know what I mean?\u00a0\u00a0I think that Wooster, Wister person put her up to it.\u00a0 You know I went to the school to complain, even went to a school board meeting, which was a real first for me, I can tell you. \u00a0So now she knows who her Dad is and she announces that she want to have a \u201crelationship\u201d with him and wants to know about her cousins.\u00a0 Couldn\u2019t believe it, invited him over her for dinner, spent hours cleaning up this dump \u2013 that\u2019s probably why I have kind of let things go since then.\u00a0 He shows up, but then of course he is drunk, and I thought great, that will teach her, but she keeps trying and goes over to his house and makes dinner for him.\u00a0 Never lifted a finger to help me, and then all of a sudden she is asking me to show her how to fry an egg, so she can go over to her\u00a0\u201cDad\u2019s.\u201d\u00a0 That Johnny was always a taker, and now he\u2019s got this teenager running errands for him, and cooking for him, and then all of a sudden she stops coming home here.\u00a0 I went crazy that first night.\u00a0 I am nobody\u2019s idea of a great mother, but when I\u2019m around, I always make sure that my kid\u2019s home for the night.\u00a0 Not that I wait up, I just check in the morning, you know what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned and looked directly at me for the first time, took a drag and a swig and continued on.\u00a0 \u201cSo sometimes she\u2019s here, and sometimes she not, and so how am I supposed to know if she is doing her homework and going to school like that school counselor told me to do.\u00a0 I don\u2019t think that you can be a good mother if you have a bad kid, you know what I mean?\u00a0 I bet you wouldn\u2019t understand since you look like the model citizen type.\u201d\u00a0 I tried to give her an understanding nod and off she went again.\u00a0 \u201cAnd then one day she shows up she has a couple of tattoos, and then more, and then the piercing started in the nose, eyes and tongues, and those are only the parts of her body that I could get a look of.\u00a0 There might be more, you know what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Again, another understanding nod was all it took.\u00a0 \u201cAnd then out of the blue she leaves me a note saying that she has moved to Santa Teresa and that her father has found her a place to stay.\u00a0 Santa Teresa, what is she going to do there?\u00a0 I was so mad, that I went steaming over to that teacher\u2019s house \u2013 Wister, Wooster, whatever her name is.\u00a0 Well I really let her have it.\u00a0 But then she told me that she didn’t know what Penny was up to, that Penny was researching her family on her own, that Penny wanted Wister to have a full family tree.\u00a0 and then Wister gets all weepy, and apologizes again and again, realizes that what she did was wrong.\u00a0 See I think that Penny found out some horrible shit about Wister and I told her that, and told her that it served her right.\u00a0 It wasn’t my best day, I told her that I bet Penny had found out that she was a whore and slut, maybe I said things that were even worse.\u00a0\u00a0I just lost it\u00a0but what\u2019s a mother to do, you know what I mean?\u00a0 I might have shoved her a little bit, and she called the cops, and there is a restraining order around here someplace, not that I ever need to see her again.\u00a0 And I am sure she told Penny all the gory details about her psycho mother, and I never heard from her or saw her again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Carla gave a big sigh and then looked directly at me with tears in her eyes.\u00a0 \u201cMrs. Piccinini,\u201d I said, \u201cI wish I could help you as much as you have helped me.\u00a0 But maybe I can help you by finding out more about what Penny was doing in Santa Teresa.\u00a0 I think that the situation with the Todd family is very complicated, but the one thing that I do know was that Penny was trying to help her friend Dessa, and she seemed very sweet and concerned.\u00a0 I think that we will find that you will have many reasons to be proud of your daughter.\u00a0 Is there a neighbor I can call to help you, I\u2019m afraid that I can\u2019t stay any longer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t a very neighborly neighborhood, and I don\u2019t want people to feel sorry for me.\u00a0 I\u2019ll be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, here is my card and please call me if there is anything more that I can do to help you.\u201d \u00a0As I walked to the car, my joy over the breaking case was only tempered by the thought that it came at the expense of Carla \u2013 a deeply flawed mother, but a mother nonetheless.<\/p>\nFollow Liza Blue on: \"Facebook\"<\/a>\"twitter\"<\/a>Share: \"Facebook\"<\/a>\"twitter\"<\/a>\"reddit\"<\/a>\"pinterest\"<\/a>\"linkedin\"<\/a>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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