to this student or that. I was excited by his nearness, but I had not the slightest idea what to say to him.
"Did you hear anything else about what happened to Thea?" I asked after we'd given each other a little nod of greeting.
"No. The police said fingerprinting the doors didn't bring up anything unusual, and none of her neighbors saw anything. That little house has a grown-up backyard, so that's not too surprising. At least the rat was probably just caught in a trap, not tortured or anything."
"Was she very shook-up?"
Marshall's expression was peculiar. "Thea's pretty emotional," he said.
I wondered if Thea had pleaded with him to come home for her protection, a thought I found distasteful. I didn't want to set foot in the situation between Marshall and Thea. But of course if you have sex with a man, I told myself wryly, you're part of the situation between him and his wife automatically.
As I practiced buntai with Janet Shook, the only other woman who consistently came to class, it occurred to me that the hideous practical joke played on me at the Drinkwaters' might be related to the equally hideous prank played on Thea. Was someone else so enamored of Marshall that she was doing horrible things to women she perceived as being involved with him?
As much as the thought made my skin crawl, it at least made some kind of sense out of an otherwise-bewildering incident.
"Lily!" Marshall called. Janet and I stopped our striking-and-blocking practice, and I bowed to Janet briefly before running over to Marshall. He was standing with Carlton, and he looked a little exasperated. "You're a good teacher, Lily. Carlton and I are not - we're not meshing gears on star drill, and I need to help Davis on his kata. Could you ..."
"Sure," I said. Marshall patted my shoulder and moved on to Davis, a weedy twentyish man who sold insurance.
"Sorry you're stuck with me," Carlton said, though he didn't look particularly sorry.
"What part of this exercise are you having trouble with?"
"The whole thing."
I sighed, not too quietly.
"Okay, specifically, I'm having trouble remembering the sequence."
"All right. Get in shiko dachi... . No, turn your feet out... . Now squat some more."
Carlton moaned.
I dropped into position facing him. "Now, you face that way," I told him, pointing to my right, "and I'll face this way... . No, keep your hips in position; just turn the upper torso. ..."
"Explain to me again why we're whacking our arm bones together," Carlton said pathetically.
"To make them tougher. So we don't feel as much pain when we fight."
"We go through it now so we don't feel it later?"
"Ah... right. Now, forearms down, up ... switch sides! Forearms down, up, switch!"
"So," he puffed after a few more seconds, "what would you do right now if I leaned over and kissed you on the neck?"
"Well, you're standing in a position that leaves your genitals wide open. So I'd probably strike you seiken - that is, with a powerful jab, in the groin, and then when you doubled over, I'd get you with an elbow to the back of the neck, and when you were all the way on the floor, I'd kick you repeatedly."
"Better not do that, then."
"Better not."
"Just wanted to find out."
"There is something else I want from you."
"Name it."
"I want to know who's inheriting the apartments and all Pardon's other land holdings, if he has any."
Carlton grunted as I accidentally elbowed him. "A niece of Pardon's, the daughter of Pardon's dead sister. She called Pardon's lawyer yesterday, who called me, since she's going to be coming to town day after tomorrow to arrange for Pardon's burial. Ow, Lily! Not so hard! And go over his books with me. This gal lives in Austin, Texas. I'm sure you're gonna love her. She's a tae kwon do instructor. Pardon had mentioned her to me one time."
"Could that be why you're suddenly interested in coming here, rather than curiosity about my schedule?"
"Fifty-fifty, I'd say."
"I'd better warn you, goju is really different from tae kwan do. Philosophy, fighting technique, stances."
I shut up and accelerated the star drill until Carlton suddenly gave out. I'd been picking up the signals (shaking legs, increased sweating, a desperately determined set to his mouth) but had ignored them ruthlessly.
"Give me a break!" Carlton said, and I felt a little shame at driving him so hard.
"Don't scare him away, Lily," Marshall said behind me.
"No, sir." I tried to look repentant.
"Back in line," Marshall called to the paired